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bibbawrites · 3 years

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I Want Your Midnights - Owen Joyner x Female Reader (SMUT - 18+)

Request: NONE

Word Count: 2568 words

Summary: You bring your boyfriend Owen home for your family New Years party, which ends with you getting a little more than a New Years kiss

Warnings: swearing, mentions of drinking, oral s*x (both male and female receiving), squirting, slight overstimulation

A/N: this is literally just 2.5k words of self indulgent babble lol so this idea came into my mind and I couldn’t get it out, i know i should be working on requests but i just had to write this, sorry! as i said, this is very self indulgent, the way new years is described is exactly how my family and our neighbours (who are close friends at this point lol) celebrate each year so i couldn’t help myself sorry for any typos, its 4am lol hope you enjoy it!

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Every single year your family celebrated New Years Eve exactly the same way.

Your neighbours across the road would set up a table and chairs on their driveway, and your family and your next door neighbours would head across the road for a barbeque and drinks under the stars, with the Christmas lights that covered the three houses shining in the darkness.

And then after food the kids would always head inside to play a board game or battle it out on Just Dance, only stopping at midnight to watch the New Years fireworks go off and to run around with sparklers.

That’s how New Years had been for as long as you could remember. Only this year, things were going to be slightly different.

You were bringing Owen, your boyfriend of just over a year. You had celebrated New Years apart the year before, opting for a text to wish each other happy new year instead.

But you’d been dating for over a year now, and you couldn’t wait for Owen to meet your friends and family, and have the chance to ring in the new year together.

Owen pulled his truck into your parent’s driveway, parking before turning to you, his eyes full of anxiety.

“You’ll be fine, they’re all gonna love you.” You assured him, grabbing onto his hand. He bit his lip.

“There’s just so many people to remember.” He sighed slightly. “Give me a recap?”

You nodded.

“So you know my family’s names, right? Mum is Alice, Dad James, brothers Tom, Will and Lucas.” You said, and he nodded, so you continued.

“Rose and Max own the house we’re going to, and their daughter is Sophie. Then our other neighbours, the ones next door, are Graham and Pam, and their daughters Violet and Bella. You’ve met Violet, she’s my best friend, remember?” Owen nodded again.

“I think I’ll survive your family, it’s just everyone else I’m worried about.” He told you. You rubbed your thumb over the back of his hand.

“It will be okay. I’ll make sure to introduce everyone when we get over there, okay?” You said, leaning across the car to press a soft kiss to his lips. “Now we should probably get inside and see if Mum needs help with anything.”

You climbed out of his truck, walking around to his side of the car and waiting for him to hop out, grabbing onto his hand when he did. He locked his truck and with a last reassuring squeeze you were leading him around to the front of your house.

“Do we knock?” He questioned as you reached the door. You giggled and shook your head.

“Knock knock!” You called out, opening the front door.

“It’s open.” Your mum’s voice called back from the kitchen. You led Owen down the hallway and into the kitchen, smiling widely when you saw your mum and dad stood behind the bench.

“Look what the cat dragged in.” Your mum joked, and you dropped Owen’s hand to give her a quick hug, then your dad next. When you stepped back he grabbed onto you again.

“Mum, Dad, this is my boyfriend Owen. Owen, this is my mum Alice, and my dad James.” You introduced.

“It’s very nice to meet you sir and ma’am.” Owen smiled, and you squeezed his hand to reassure him.

“Oh please, call us Alice and James dear. It’s so nice to meet you, I’ve heard so much about you I feel like I already know you.” Your mother laughed. “This one never shuts up about you.”

You pouted.

“Don’t expose me.” You said. Owen grinned.

“It’s okay baby. if you asked my mum she’d say exactly the same thing.” He told you and you smiled up at him, before turning your attention back to your parents.

“Is there anything you need taken across the road?” You asked and your dad nodded.

“We were just about to take the chairs over, do you want to tell the boys and we’ll all head over now?” He suggested and you nodded, dragging Owen behind you as you went to find your three brothers.

After introducing Owen to your brothers and collecting the chairs from your garage, the seven of you headed across the road to where your neighbours had already set up the table and barbeque.

“Hello everyone!” Rose greeted from her spot next to the table with Sophie, as you made your way up the driveway.

“Ooh we’ve got a ring in.” Max joked, coming over from his spot behind the barbeque.

“This is my boyfriend Owen.” You introduced. “O, this is Rose and Max, and that’s Sophie.” You pointed to each one as you said their names.

Owen waved shyly and Rose smiled.

“Don’t be nervous, we’re all very nice.” She said and Owen smiled back. You placed your chairs down at the table, before turning to find your other neighbours heading up the driveway.

Violet was the first to reach you, throwing her arms around you.

“Hey friend!” She exclaimed as you hugged her back with one arm, your other hand linked tightly with Owen’s. She pulled away, grinning happily at your boyfriend.

“Hey Owen it’s good to see you again.” She said, pulling him into a hug too. You giggled at the slightly shocked expression that covered his face for a few seconds before he hugged her back.

“Nice seeing you too Violet.” He replied. She turned to her family.

“This is Y/N’s boyfriend Owen. Owen this is my mum Pam, my dad Graham and my sister Bella.” She said. Owen smiled at them.

“Howdy.” Graham greeted, while Pam and Bella just waved.

“Now.” Your mum spoke up. “Should we get this party started?”

Everyone settled in quickly, loud chatter filling the air as the sun went down. The three fathers headed over to the barbeque, Owen joining them tentatively, and you watched from your chair as your father handed him a beer and made sure to include him in the joking. You smiled, watching your boyfriend visibly relax which could have been because of the alcohol, but also could have been because of the fact that he could finally let go of the fear of being rejected by your friends and family.

“So Y/N, how did you meet?” Rose questioned, drawing your attention back to the women who were sat around the table.

“We met through a mutual friend, he was having a little halloween party and invited me and introduced me to Owen and we hit it off and started dating a few weeks later.” You explained.

“When was that?” Pam asked.

“Last year. We’ve been dating for a year and a month or so.” You told her. They all nodded.

“He seems like a good one.” Your mother said and you smiled, looking over to where Owen was stood, laughing at a joke Max had made.

“He is.” You agreed. “He’s a very good one.”

The dinner part of the night went well, everyone loudly joking around. Owen had fitted in well, confidently adding to stories and asking questions, and you couldn’t help but smile at how perfect the situation was.

After dinner, as per tradition, the kids of the three families headed inside, leaving the adults to sit and chat. You dragged Owen inside, sitting together on the couch as the younger kids decided what to play.

“Why don’t we go back outside and play hide and seek?” Bella suggested and when everyone agreed you all headed back outside and down the driveway onto the road.

“Oldest counts first.” Sophie said, and Violet groaned loudly before covering her eyes and beginning to count. You grabbed Owen’s hand, pulling him with you.

“I have the perfect hiding spot.” You told him, dragging him up into your front yard and into a small space between your house and a large bushy tree that concealed the two of you perfectly.

“You’re not scared of spiders, are you?” You questioned, and Owen’s eyes widened.

“I’m scared of all bugs, you know this.” He exclaimed in a hushed voice. You pulled an apologetic face, before an idea popped into your head.

“I know something that will keep your mind off it.” You said, before pulling his face down to kiss him passionately, slipping your tongue into his mouth. He groaned, pulling your body against his as he kissed you back, the two of you lost in your own little world.

“Ew oh my god, get a room!” Violet’s voice came and you and Owen jumped apart quickly.

“Shut up.” You replied and Violet laughed.

“Whatever. Found you, go join the other losers in the street.”

Midnight finally came around after hours of running around, playing Lego Rock Band on Xbox, and playing the family friendly version of Cards Against Humanity.

Everyone regathered in the living room, watching as the timer on the tv counted down, and you all joined in noisily.

“5, 4, 3, 2, 1, Happy New Year!” You all cheered, and you grinned as Owen pulled you in to a soft kiss.

“Happy New Year O.” You mumbled against his lips. He smiled as he pulled away.

“Happy New Year.” He replied.

After exchanging well wishes with everyone you decided to head home, accepting your mother’s offer of staying the night in your childhood room.

You watched as Owen pulled his clothes off, leaving him in just his boxer briefs.

“Happy new year indeed.” You joked, your eyes raking his body. He blushed, stepping closer to you.

“Your turn.” He whispered, pulling on your dress and helping you take it off, leaving the two of you stood in just your underwear.

“Does your door lock?” Owen questioned softly, reaching out to run a hand down your side. You swallowed as you shook your head. He made a sound in disappointment.

“Guess we’ll just have to be careful then.” He said, closing the gap between you and lifting you up to kiss you. Your legs wrapped around his waist as he spun around, placing you down onto your bed and climbing on top of you, reconnecting your lips.

You ran your hands through his long hair, scratching slightly on his scalp, causing him to moan into your mouth. He grinded his hips down into yours, causing you both to gasp at the contact, your kiss getting steamier by the second.

Owen broke the kiss, panting slightly.

“We don’t have a condom.” He muttered.

“That’s okay.” You kissed him softly. “We can improvise.”

He raised an eyebrow.

“Oh yeah?” He questioned. You nodded, pushing him off you and forcing him to lay back on your bed. You palmed his dick through his underwear and he groaned.

“Fuck Y/N.” He muttered. You shushed him.

“Don’t want to be caught, do we?” You said, before pulling at his underwear, letting his dick spring free.

Owen moaned as you lent down, licking a single line up his dick, swirling your tongue around the tip.

“Make sure you’re quiet for me baby.” You instructed, before taking his dick in your mouth, putting as much in as you could without choking and wrapping your hand around the remaining part. Owen’s hands tangled in your hair as you bobbed your head, licking and sucking on his dick and occasionally scraping your teeth gently along it to hear his shaky gasp.

“I’m close baby.” Owen warned eventually and you tapped on his thigh to let him know it was okay for him to cum, a signal you had been using since the first time you messed around with each other. You continued to bob your head, humming against his dick which was all he needed to tumble over the edge, his hot cum filling your mouth as he moaned into your pillow to stay quiet. After working him through his orgasm you pulled off his dick with a satisfying pop, before swallowing his cum and leaning down to kiss him.

“Your turn.” He instructed once you broke apart from the kiss, flipping you over so that you were laying on the bed. He quickly undid your bra, throwing it to the floor before kissing his way down your chest, pulling one of your nipples into his mouth. You bit your lip to hold back a moan as his tongue flicked at your sensitive nipple. He pulled away, before repeating the same actions with your other nipple, and once he was satisfied he began kissing his way down your abdomen, stopping only to pull your panties off.

He spread your legs before making himself comfortable between them. He lent down, sucking a hickie into both of your inner thighs.

“Owen.” You moaned quietly and he grinned up at you.

“That’s it baby, you ready?” He asked and you nodded.

“Please.” You said, your tone verging on begging.

He grinned again, before burying his face in your pussy, his tongue flicking at your clit as you bit into your pillow to stay quiet.

“Delicious.” He commented cheekily, before slipping his tongue inside you, his hand coming up to massage your clit as he tongue fucked you.

“If you keep doing that I won’t last.” You warned and he ignored you, his tongue flicking faster.

“Owen.” You groaned, as he moved his mouth back to your clit, sucking it into his mouth. “I’m gonna...”

You were cut off by your orgasm shaking your body, moaning quietly into the pillow.

Owen looked up at you, giving you a cheeky look before continuing his assault on your now extremely sensitive clit.

“Owen what are you doing?” You questioned shakily. He laughed, the vibrations sending shockwaves through your body.

“Helping you start the new year right.” He explained before returning his attention to your pussy, his tongue flicking at your clit once more.

It didn’t take long for the familiar feeling of your orgasm to reappear, and you warned Owen quickly, gasping when he sucked your clit back into his mouth as a response.

Your orgasm hit quickly, and to both of your shock you squirted all over Owen’s face. He pulled away, staring at you in shock.

“Holy fuck.” He said after a moment. Too exhausted to reply you just nodded.

“Fuck.” Was all you could get out. Owen grinned.

“I didn’t know I could make her squirt.” He muttered, mostly to himself, as he grabbed one of the towels your mother had left out for the two of you to use in the morning, wiping his face and chest with it, before heading back to you.

“You okay baby?” He questioned, wiping your thighs that were covered in liquid from when you squirted.

“Yeah just exhausted.” You said, letting Owen clean you up.

Once he was done he grabbed your underwear from the floor and helped you pull it back on before offering you his shirt he had been wearing, which you accepted sleepily. He pulled his boxer briefs on before pulling back the covers of your bed and helping you in, climbing in next to you.

You yawned, snuggling into his chest as he wrapped his arms around you.

“Happy new year O, I love you.” You whispered.

“Happy new year, I love you too.” He replied, placing a soft kiss on your lips.

You snuggled closer and not long after that you found yourself falling asleep, ready for another new year with your amazing boyfriend.

#owen patrick joyner #owen joyner #owen joyner x reader #reader insert #smut #sorry for the typos #this is v self indulgent

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so-this-is-my-blog-i-guess · 3 years

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The order in which they were caught to move them to the new place. The above were taken once they made it to the new place. The ones below are after they relaxed in their new home.

Mama was caught first. She tried to run by, but I grabbed her rear section. My son grabbed her, as well. She was terrified. While we were holding her, she decided to hold onto my face with her claws. She also held my boy’s arm while he got her into the carrier.

Daddy was next. We had to get him with Mama. Neither would’ve been good without the other. We cornered him in a bedroom with the carrier being his only option. The cat that still hisses at me let me push his butt into the carrier.

We decided to bring those two over before trying for the other two.

A day went by before we caught Smarty. The boy and I went room by room, closing the doors behind us. I went into the master bedroom, closed the door, and went into the master bath. Just to make sure, I opened the cabinet doors under the sinks. Smarty had been hiding in one of the drawers under the sinks. In the drawer. She ran from there into the bedroom, where she couldn’t get out. We chased her around the room until she went into the closet. My boy went in after her and closed the door. The chaos I heard was terrifying. But the boy threw a towel over her and got her into the carrier. Cat number three caught.

We spent the rest of that day trying to find Batcat. We found her. In the basement. Closed all the doors. She ran along the back of a couch and literally flew into a hole in the drop ceiling. From the ceiling she could get into the unfinished section of the basement… and get inside the walls. The other adults there tried to track her behind the walls. I went to Home Depot and bought a Have-a-heart trap. We set up the trap, but we had no luck. All of this happening while the new owners of the house were trying to start their renovations. After another day passed, my boy and I went back to the house early, before anyone else was there. My son tried to look behind the wall to see if he could see her anywhere. While he was looking, he saw her eyes reflecting from the flashlight. She had managed to get herself onto the ductwork. The boy got a ladder and tried to grab her. He didn’t get her, but he succeeded in getting her down to our level. Within about fifteen minutes, we both grabbed her (with a towel) and got her into the carrier and brought her home to rejoin her family.

Epilogue

You know those motorcycles in a giant ball things from the circus? They chaotically drive on the sides and upside down? That’s kinda how it was trying to catch these guys. Bouncing off the walls.

It’s now been ten days that they’ve all been settled into their new home. The bottom pictures are from the last couple of days. No stress. Relaxing. Enjoying the view. My boy cleaned out his wounds, and they’re mostly healed. Me, well, I tried to clean out my claw marks. I’m currently on antibiotics and holding a hot water bottle against my face most of every day. We’ll see when I’m done with the antibiotics. 🤞🏻

Happy Caturday!

#ramblings #cats #cat #kitteh #mama #daddy cat #daddy #smarty #batcat #misadventures #chaos #cat family #tuxedo cats #happy caturday #caturday #story time

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immabethehero · 3 years

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Chase’s Bday Present Pt 1

Runs in holding a latte *wheeze...* I’m here! And I have three presents for Chase because I’m indecisive as hell! So! Here is the first birthday present, a sweet little ditty I wrote!

CW: talk of food, slight body horror and stitches mention (Robbie), and Soft Anti

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The Septic house was in disarray. Jameson Jackson frantically polished the stairway and furniture until it sparkled, Marvin the Magnificent washed the dishes while Jackieboy Man dried them, and Antisepticeye cleaned up the living room seats. All the while, Dr. Henrik von Schneeplestein, MD, PhD, MVP, FFS, loomed over all of them, barking orders while cleaning the floors. Robbie the zombie was the only one not under Schneep’s scrutiny, having wisely taken shelter in the laundry room, folding clothes and ironing while waiting to put the next load in. Sirius and Sam, Marvin’s cat and Henrik’s dog respectively, had taken to hiding upstairs.

“I don’t see what the big deal is,” Anti said as he vacuumed up the couch and cushioned seats. “It’s just Chase. He’s seen this house before, why bother cleaning it?”

“Chase hasn’t been here in awhile! I want him to receive a warm welcome back!” Henrik explained. “I do hope he enjoyed the cottage with Stacy and the kids though.”

“It’s only been two weeks! Not much has changed since!” Anti groaned.

“Jameson turned you into a turtle,” Marvin pointed out. Jameson snickered at the memory.

“Henrik tried his first bit of magic!” Jackie added. “Managed to turn Jameson into a duck!”

“See? Loads happened while he was gone,” Henrik finished. Anti rolled his eyes and went out to beat the rugs.

“Jameson, can you tune the piano? One of us might want to play something upon his arrival, and we can’t have the piano broken when we do so,” Henrik asked. Jameson nodded and happily left his cloth on the staircase, hands aching to touch the piano.

Henrik put the vacuum away and turned to the flower vase on the living room table. Daffodils. They didn’t seem quite as bright as they did earlier.

“Do you think we should change the flowers in the vase?” Henrik wondered out loud.

“Daffodils are Chase’s favourite flowers!” Anti yelled from outside. “I think we’re okay!”

“They look so dull, though,” Henrik remarked.

“I have an idea!” Marvin cried out. He dried his hands and ran over. “Stargazer lilies are also Chase’s favourite flower! Jameson and I have been growing them in our garden while he was gone. I can pluck a few and replace them!”

“Aren’t they poisonous to cats?” Jackie asked, nervously looking over at Sirius, who had descended to lie on the steps.

“Sirius hates flowers, the smell bothers her. She won’t go near them. But just in case-” Marvin picked up the vase and put them on the dining room table, then summoned a forcefield to keep Sirius away. Just for good measure, he also created two plastic cucumbers and placed them around the plant. Henrik and Jackie snickered. Marvin could hear Sirius scowling at him.

“I’ll get some lilies!” Marvin said, picking the daffodils up and running out. He almost collided with Anti, who was holding at least six rugs. Anti threw the rugs down one by one, then flopped onto the couch, yawning.

“Anti, don’t tell me you’re tired already!” Henrik said, sighing exasperatedly. “There’s still so much to do!”

“Like what?” mumbled Anti, eyes threatening to close.

“Like a treat! I was thinking of making a sweet dessert for Chase!” Henrik announced.

“But we just cleaned the kitchen!” complained Jackie.

“Relax, I’ll clean everything when I’m done,” Henrik reassured. “You go rest, I’ll be hogging the kitchen for a while!”

Jackie nodded and gratefully stumbled over to the couch, hoping to catch some winks before Chase’s return.

“Can I help?” Robbie asked, finally emerging from the laundry room.

{I can help as well!} offered Jameson bouncing back from the piano.

“Thanks guys,” Henrik said. “This is a new recipe we’ll be making: Cheddar Biscuits.”

Robbie and Jameson froze and stared at Henrik quizzically. “What?”

“Cheddar biscuits. Stacy emailed me the recipe,” Henrik explained. “They’re apparently really good.”

“Even the name sounds like a treat!” Jameson sighed. “Let’s make them!”

Henrik, Jameson and Robbie spent the next hour or so in the kitchen. Jameson and Henrik did the bulk of the work, Jameson mixing dry ingredients while Henrik did liquid, while Robbie shredded cheese and melted butter with pieces of garlic in them.

Finally, they clumped the mixture together and spread butter on them, then popped them in the oven and washed up the dishes.

When they were done, at least 24 golden brown scones had been made. The six egos marvelled over the glorious little treats. Even Sam and Sirius couldn’t resist coming over and squeezing through to sniff the food. Anti reached a hand out, only to have it smacked away by Henrik.

“Wait until Chase is home, you greedy monster!” he scolded. Anti grunted in frustration.

The biscuits were placed in a little basket with two napkins on top to keep them fresh, then hidden in the bottom cupboard next to the oven, where Henrik kept his coffee beans. No one with a braincell dared to go near Henrik’s coffee supply, and only few ever survived getting in.

“Everything is finished! We can rest now!” Marvin cried in delight.

“Can’t wait for Chase to see!” Jackie said happily. “How long before he returns?”

Henrik checked his watch. “Not until 6 o’clock at the latest!”

The egos collectively groaned in frustration. Only 1:30 pm and now they had to wait!

“You woke us all up at 6:30 in the fucking morning for this?! We could have slept a little longer you know!” Jackie snapped.

“Yeah, especially after you kept us all up with you Facetiming Chase until midnight last night!” Marvin added.

“If Chase notices the bags under my eyes, it’s because of you!” Jameson griped.

“At least everything is ready now!” Henrik reasoned. “Now all we have to do is wait! And not mess up the house in those few hours! If you want to do something, make sure it involves little movement or anything that could shake the house up. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’m taking a nap!” He flounced upstairs, leaving the egos to find any activity to pass the time.

Two hours passed. Jameson taught Robbie how to play cribbage. Jackie and Anti attempted to teach Marvin how to play, or rather, cheat at Mario Kart. Henrik switched between pacing the front hallway and playing Solitaire and Bio Inc Redemption on his laptop.

“Henrik, do sit down and relax!” Jameson finally said after Henrik got up for the thirteen time.

“I can’t help it! I miss Chase! I want to talk to him again!” Henrik moaned.

“You spent three hours with him on Facetime last night!” Anti exclaimed.

“There is a very big difference between Facetiming someone and seeing them in person!” Henrik retorted. “Do you know how hard it is to talk to him and not smell his vanilla scent or feel his warm embrace? I miss seeing him at the table with his messy hair and stupid puns. I miss hearing his laugh in person. I miss him so badly.”

“Are we jokes to you?!” Marvin demanded. “We miss him too, Henrik, but we have each other. You literally said you enjoyed sitting next to me on movie nights!”

“I know… maybe I’m just being too clingy,” Henrik sighed, sitting down beside Marvin.

Anti snapped his fingers and Mario Kart showed up on Henrik’s computer screen. “Here. Try playing a few games with us and he’ll come sooner.”

Another hour passed. Jameson read. Henrik screamed in fury as he lost another round of Mario Kart. Anti laughed at him. Marvin gave up and started playing Animal Crossing. Jackie grabbed a snack and watched Youtube. Robbie and Sam were fast asleep on the floor. Jameson laughed softly and conjured a blanket to put over them, then went back to his reading.

Henrik was raging so loudly they almost didn’t hear the doorbell. Jameson was the first to hear it. He whistled to get the others’ attention. Robbie woke up and groggily rubbed his eyes.

“Do you hear that?” Jameson asked, putting his ear up to listen. Another ring. Then a voice cried out, “Hello? Are you going to let me in? Did you already forget me? Have I been kicked out?”

Henrik gasped in delight and almost threw his laptop onto the floor, but Anti was quick to save it as the doctor jumped out his seat and dashed over the front door, swinging it open.

Chase Brody stood in the doorway, still playing with the doorbell. He jumped when he noticed the door open.

“CHASE!!!!” Henrik squealed, throwing himself on the vlogger. “I MISSED YOU SO MUCH!!” Chase giggled as Henrik showered him with kisses and squeezed him tightly. Sam danced around them, barking happily.

“Hello, Henrik. Long time, no see.” Chase waved to the others. “Hey guys!”

“Chase! Welcome home!” Marvin said, running over to hug him. “We missed you too, but probably not as much as Henrik.”

“Yeah… Henrik? Could you let me go, please?” Chase wheezed. Henrik was starting to suffocate him. “I… can’t… breathe…”

“Come inside! We made treats!” Robbie cried, dragging Chase in by the hand.

“Did you now?” Chase sniffed the air. “Ooh, I can smell it!”

“We also ordered some chocolate snacks from Shawn Flynn’s Sweet Menagerie, just to celebrate your return!” Jackie added.

“Sounds awesome!” Chase exclaimed.

{Come, make yourself at home!} Jameson said. Chase was led to the couch, where his feet were propped up and a blanket was thrown over him. Sam jumped up beside him and curled up next to him, lying her head on his lap.

Henrik and Jackie set the table while Jameson and Anti got the food out. Chase would have happily gotten up to join them, but he was too tired to move, and Sam wouldn’t budge.

Marvin chuckled when he saw the sight. “Why don’t we eat in the living room tonight? Turn on Netflix and have a little movie fest?” The egos were quick to agree, and Henrik served Chase’s plate to him ona tray, choosing to sit next to him. Sam moved to the other side of the couch, letting Henrik in.

“Here you go! Dinosaur nuggets with mashed potatoes!” Henrik announced, setting the plate down. “Jameson convinced me to mix garlic butter into the potatoes this time, like you used to do!”

“It smells delicious!” Chase exclaimed in ecstasy. He dipped a nugget in the mashed potatoes and ate it, humming happily.

“So what movie are we watching?” Robbie asked, grabbing the remote.

“You’ve probably seen quite a few new movies at Stacy’s cottage,” Jackie told Chase. “Why don’t you decide?”

Chase shrugged. “Just a few. None of us could ever agree, so it was rare for us to watch a new movie. But we all agreed on this sweet little film.” Chase flipped through Amazon Prime until he found a title called This Beautiful Fantastic.

“It’s about a girl who wants to become a writer and slowly learns how to become a gardener.” Chase pressed play and they watched the film. Chase, Henrik and Sam on the couch, Marvin on the purple reclining chair, Anti on the teal green armchair, and Jameson, Jackie and Robbie on the ground.

Halfway through the movie, Jackie remarked, “That father reminds me a lot of you, Chase. I can see why you liked it.”

“Vern?” Chase asked. “He’s just a dad trying to raise his kids. What makes you think I’m like him?”

“You’re both sweet, and a total dork,” Marvin said. Chase playfully threw a pillow at him. Marvin snickered and exaggeratedly hugged the pillow. “I’m keeping this.”

“You both love cooking,” Jameson added.

“And you’re a devoted family man!” Henrik interjected.

“You are all so kind to me,” Chase said with a sigh. “I don’t deserve you guys.”

“Shut up, of course you do!” Marvin said.

“No I don’t!” Chase playfully retorted.

“Shhh, lies!” Jackie hissed, smiling.

“Stop!” Chase cried, blushing. “Seriously though, I didn’t think I would be getting the royal treatment after only two weeks away. I really didn’t do anything.”

“Funny, that’s what we said whenever we returned from vacations and travels,” Jackie remarked. “That didn’t stop you from throwing us a welcome back party.”

“It didn’t stop you from giving me a cake after my 100th successful surgery,” Henrik said.

“Or taking me to a fancy restaurant on my first full day without popping a stitch or losing a limb,” Robbie added.

“You bought me a handsome vest when I got that role I so desperately wanted,” Jameson reminisced.

“You’re a wonderful test subject for all my new spells,” Marvin said.

“You always celebrate us and our successes,” Jackie said. “After all you’ve done for us, I think it’s safe to say you deserve the best from us.”

Chase felt his eyes water up. Face red, he looked down, feeling embarrassed. He rubbed his eyes, smiling. “Thank you. You guys are always so sweet.”

Henrik gently kissed his forehead. “Welcome back, Chase.”

Chase finished wiping his eyes and looked up. “So. What happened when I was gone?”

Henrik grinned. “So, remember when I told you about getting magic lessons from Marvin? Funny story...”

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@milo-kno, here’s your punishment >:3 Part one!

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abusedsanderssides · 3 years

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Rescued

Trigger/content warnings: Past abuse mention, unsympathetic Remus and Deceit, sympathetic Roman, Patton, and Logan, cursing, tying up, injuries, hurt/comfort, ptsd, rescuing from abusive home.

Ship(s): A little bit of Prinxiety at the end.

Characters: Virgil, Roman, Remus, Patton, Logan, and Deceit/Janus (before name reveal).

2014 words

Prompt: Can roman rescue virgil from this drabble

Requested by @im-a-flippen-dinosaur link

A/N: Sorry this took so long! I’ve had a bunch of stuff come up but I hope you like it! <3

- 4/26/21

Roman had just gotten out of the shower and changed into pajamas, feeling clean and refreshed. It was around midnight, so he went to his bed so he could sleep. He pulled back the covers and there lay a white rat with red eyes. Roman almost screamed, slapping his hand over his mouth before he did so he didn't wake anyone up.

He had to think for a second. Why in the Disney was there a rat in his bed? Then he realized. "Oh my god," Roman said out loud to himself, "Fucking Remus!"

Roman quickly snapped his fingers and the rat disappeared, a clean set of sheets now on his bed. Roman grabbed his sword off the wall and stormed out of his room, going to pay a visit to his brother.

Once he entered the Dark Sides' Mindscape he charged towards Remus' room. Roman kicked the door open and it slammed against the wall. Roman scanned the room, seeing Remus on his bed and his eyes latched onto him, not processing the other person in the room.

After a second Roman's eyes darted to what Remus was towering over. It was a small, pale, very skinny, and terrified boy covered head to toe in bruises and cuts. He was wearing a black hoodie and white and black plaid pajama pants with some black eyeliner under his eyes, and boy was he cute.

'Who is this man?' Roman thought. 'I've never seen him a day in my life.' Roman then noticed that the boy was tied up, wrists and ankles bound, rope tying his legs together as he leaned against Remus' headboard.

Roman's thoughts were cut off with his brother saying, "Well hello there. Now is not a great time for our fight so maybe go jack off and then come back. I'll probably be done with him by then." Roman's eyebrows were furrowed in confusion.

Virgil was overwhelmed. First, Remus dragged him out of his room and brought him to his, beating the living shit out of him for no reason. He didn't even do anything wrong! Then, Remus tied him up and threw him on the bed, crawling to hover over him and whisper all the horrible things he was going to do to Virgil in his ear. Then after that, this man dressed in white and red busted down Remus' door holding a sword and boy did he look furious.

What was going on? Was that man here to hurt Virgil too? Or was he here to save him? Virgil hoped and prayed for the latter, locking eyes with the man and sending him pleads and practically telling him his life story with just a look.

And the man looked... concerned? Why did he look concerned? Was he actually going to help Virgil or was he just going to take him and use him the same way Remus and Deceit do?

"What are you doing, Remus? Who is that? What are you doing to him?" The man asked, his voice rising a bit at the end making Virgil visibly flinch.

Remus laughed his manic laugh, huffing out, "This is none of your concern, brother." Wait, the man in white was Remus' brother? Virgil didn't even know he had a brother! Virgil looked back and forth from both men. He struggled against the bonds, causing Remus to snap his head back to him, holding Virgil down in a firm grasp.

The man in white looked furious, and that scared Virgil. Remus cackled, "I'm not saying sorry for the rat, by the way. That was hilarious!" Virgil could visibly see the anger in the man's face and he wondered if steam was going to come out of his ears.

Virgil watched as the man charged towards Remus with his sword, and Virgil flinched, falling off the bed in the process. The two brothers were rolling around on the floor, fighting. Remus had gotten his mourning star out, which Virgil knew from experience hurt, and he heard the metal clashing together.

Virgil spaced out. He wasn't processing what was going on, all the noise blurring together, and his vision got blurry. So Virgil didn't notice when Deceit stormed into the room, Roman quickly knocking them both out, snapping his fingers to tie them up back to back so they couldn't escape.

Roman hadn't noticed that Virgil fell off the bed, so he panicked when the boy was nowhere in sight. Roman rushed to the other side of the bed, seeing Virgil laying on the floor with his eyes shut tight and brows furrowed. Roman snuck towards the man as to not scare him, sitting down quietly. Virgil flinched when Roman's fingers brushed against his leg, attempting to curl in on himself even more.

"Hey, hey, it's okay. I'm not going to hurt you, I promise," The man spoke, and when Virgil didn't move a muscle he continued, "My name is Prince Roman and I'm here to rescue you. I'm going to take you somewhere safe, but I have to get this rope off first. Can I do that?"

Virgil slowly cracked one eye open, having a better look at the man, Roman, who showed nothing but sympathy on his face. Virgil took a second to think it over, nodding slowly. Roman reached behind Virgil and started to untie the rope.

Once Virgil was untied he muttered out, "Thank you." Roman took a second to try and figure out what he said, as it was barely audible.

He nodded his head, smiling, "You're very welcome, beautiful." Virgil blushed, hiding his face in his bangs. After a few seconds, Roman asked, "Can I pick you up? I need to take you somewhere safe, princess." Virgil nodded his head, flinching when Roman picked him up bridal style. Virgil panicked, quickly wrapping his arms around Roman's neck. Roman giggled, "Hey, it's okay. I'm not going to drop you, promise."

Virgil looked him in the eyes. He could faintly see a few freckles dusting his nose and cheeks, and deep brown eyes looking at him through long lashes. Virgil's heart skipped a beat, feeling honored that he was being held by this stunningly beautiful man.

Roman exited Remus' room, walking towards the door that Virgil wasn't allowed to go through. He didn't want to anyway, Remus told him there were monsters in there that could eat him in one bite. Roman went to open the door and Virgil struggled to escape his hold. "What's wrong?" He asked concern on his face as his hand dropped from the doorknob.

Virgil looked at him, confused. "W-what? T-there's m-monsters in there!" Roman looked taken aback.

He then let out a laugh that made Virgil blush, "What? No, silly. That's where us Light Sides are!" Virgil mouthed the words 'light sides' in confusion. What the fuck were light sides? "Do you not know?" Roman asked and when Virgil shook his head, he grabbed the doorknob again, "Guess I'll just have to show you then."

Roman opened the door and saw stairs behind it, leading up to somewhere. Roman climbed the stairs after closing the door, opening the door at the top of the stairs. Virgil saw that there was a living room, the same as where he lived, just much brighter and cleaner.

Virgil looked around his surroundings, Roman carefully setting him down on the couch. Virgil sunk into it, it was so comfortable! Roman sat down next to him, keeping his distance while still staying close.

Roman then slowly stood up. "Please stay here, I'll be right back. I promise." Virgil nodded, obeying Roman's orders, watching as Roman climbed the stairs.

A few minutes later he returned with two other men, both looking tired and had glasses. One wore a gray cat sweatshirt and pajama pants, the other wearing a black polo, blue tie, and blue jeans. Did he sleep in those?

The man with the cat hoodie widened his eyes when he saw Virgil, hurrying towards him, causing Virgil to curl in on himself and put his hands up in surrender. The man stopped where he was, kneeling down in front of where Virgil sat on the couch. "Hey," He spoke and Virgil immediately relaxed a bit, his voice being very calm. "It's okay, we're not going to hurt you. We're here to help."

"That is correct," The other said, and Virgil knew it must've been the other man as Virgil didn't recognize it as Roman or the one in front of him. Virgil lifted his head up, seeing three looks of concern and empathy. "Are you hurt?"

Virgil shook his head, confused. Why were they being so nice?

"My name is Patton," The man in front of him spoke, "and that's Logan," Patton said, turning towards the man in the tie. Virgil nodded his head, signaling he followed. "What your name, kiddo?"

"Anxiety," Virgil whispered, not trusting them with his real name yet. Patton nodded, reaching out to hold Virgil's hand, causing him to flinch away, shaking in fear.

"Hey, hey," Patton reassured, "I'm not going to hurt you. You're safe here." Virgil loosened up, complying and letting Patton hold his hand. "Oh my goodness you're freezing cold!" Patton exclaimed, careful not to raise his volume. "Do you want a blanket?" Virgil shook his head, not wanting to be a burden to them even though he was freezing.

"Are you hungry?" Logan asked. Virgil shook his head again.

"Tired?" Roman added, and Virgil nodded at that one.

Virgil was scared. He didn't know who these people were or what was going on, and it didn't help that he was the literal embodiment of anxiety. Virgil mumbled, barely above a whisper, "Please don't take me back."

Patton's eyes widened and he shook his head frantically, "Oh no, sweetie! Never! You're staying here where you're safe." Virgil let out a breath that he didn't realize he was holding him, slightly nodding his head. He didn't know if he could trust these men but they seemed nicer than Deceit and Remus, and even if they weren't nice people, Virgil didn't plan on going back to them ever in his life.

It was silent for a second before Logan spoke again, "Where would you like to sleep? Currently, as your arrival was a surprise, we cannot offer you your own room. Making you sleep on the couch would be highly rude and unsafe, so that is not an option."

Virgil thought for a second. Patton seemed really nice, but he feared that he might touch him too much as he seemed like a cuddly and affectionate person. Logan seemed cold, and Virgil didn't feel comfortable sleeping with him. So that left Roman. Virgil felt safe with Roman. He did rescue him, after all.

"C-can I sleep with R-Roman?" Virgil muttered out. All three nodded their heads and Virgil sighed contently.

Roman took a step forward, getting Virgil's attention. "Would you like me to carry you, princess?" Virgil blushed at the nickname, nodding his head in agreement. Roman picked him up bridal style, Virgil once again holding onto him. They all said goodnight to each other, agreeing to discuss this more in the morning, and Roman carried him up to his room.

Roman's room had the same layout as Remus's but they were decorated very differently. He has a huge bed with a red comforter, big windows, Disney posters (which Virgil loved), and it looked like a room in a royal castle. Roman set Virgil down on his bed and Virgil immediately relaxed into it, snuggling up against the soft sheets. Roman giggled, a light blush painting his cheeks.

"Let me tuck you in, silly." Roman covered Virgil with the blankets, smiling at the beautiful boy below him. "Would you like me to sleep on the floor?"

Virgil widened his eyes, quickly shaking his head. "No! Please stay." Roman obliged, slipping into bed next to Virgil. Virgil hesitantly curled up in Romans' chest, and big arms wrapped him in a hug.

Virgil felt safe. He felt loved. He felt wanted.

Roman was his hero.

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australiancarisi · 4 years

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Rafael Barba ~ Just Some...

Sometimes Rafael gets insecure and when he does he speaks his mind words: 2178 This has literally been sitting in my drafts half-finished since march oops

“Why hello Mr ADA to what do I owe the pleasure so bright and early?” You smiled up at Rafael from your desk. It had just gone 10, rarely did Rafael come to the precinct before noon. It had been a few days since you had seen Rafael, he had been in court and the squad had recently had an influx of cases. You looked your boyfriend up and down, god he looked good today. He always looks good but today.... extra good.

“Looking for Liv” Rafael mumbled before looking around at the empty precinct “where is everyone?”

“Fin and Nick have gone to the victim's old high school, Dodds and Carisi are getting all the doctor's examination details and Liv and Rollins... I think talking to the vic’s family but I’m not too sure” you shrugged

“Why are you here then?” he asked. You frowned for a second taking your boyfriend in. He was acting strange. The normally cocky Cuban, who, when given an empty precinct, would normally jump at the chance to flirt and kiss you at work, just stood against Carisi’s desk with his hands in his pockets looking anything but cocky.

“Paperwork” you said holding up the files “I’m too far behind apparently” you rolled your eyes “you okay?”

“Yeah fine” Rafael shrugged “get Liv to call me when she in”

“Will do” you frowned as Rafael turned on his heels and walked away. In the nearly 3 years that you had been dating Rafael that was not how he acted with you, not even in the first year of you guys dating when you were still hiding it from everyone.

You and Rafael started dating just under a year after you joined SVU. You came from major crimes after SVU had a high profile case that you had helped them on. They were understaffed at the time so Liv asked your lieutenant if you could help out more. After a month of working with SVU, you knew it was where you belong. You fit in well with the team despite being a relatively young detective, you liked that you were able to help people and make a difference. It felt like you belonged there. Everything was great, except for one thing. You and Rafael did not get along. He saw things clearly in black and white whereas you saw grey. You bent the rules, so much so that they would nearly snap in half Rafael would say, and he didn’t like that. The two of you would fight and argue like cats and dogs. It wasn’t until you were put on his detail after he revealed that he was getting death threats did the two of you start to feel sparks.

You and Sonny were given the night shift after Rafael gave a guy his home address on the steps of the courthouse that day.

“I mean seriously who does that?” You grumbled as you heard Rafael get in the shower “I don’t want to be here!”

“Suck it up doll face” Sonny grinned at you

“I had leftover Thai food in my fridge! I’ve been looking forward to it all day!” You huffed like a child “if he wants to be stupid enough to give out his address that’s on him”

“Come on y/n we can’t just let him get murdered. Who else would put up with your crazy ideas?” Sonny laughed taking a seat on the couch.

“Put up with? Your kidding right? He shuts down all my ideas”

“That’s because they are usually nearly illegal”

“Exactly nearly illegal not actually illegal” Sonny was about to reply when his phone rang. You got comfy on the couch as he walked away to answer.

“I’ve gotta go” Sonny said grabbing the suit jacket that he had hung over the back of one of the chairs when he had walked in.

“Everything okay?” You frowned

“It’s Bella. She fell down some stairs and hit her heard. Knocked herself out” Sonny said

“Oh my god, Sonny go” you said basically pushing him out the door

“Are you going to be okay on your own?” Sonny asked

“We’ll be fine and at the first sign of trouble I'll call for back up I promise”

“Okay... I’ll let you know what happens” Sonny said before racing out the door. When the door closed behind him you took a moment to look around the apartment. It was just how you expected it to look. Not that you ever pictured Rafael’s apartment... it was relatively big for a New York apartment, open and airy with dark wood floors and bookcase upon bookcases. You moved around the apartment to have a closer look at things. The place really looked like a display home. Everything had a place and everything was in its place. There wasn’t any real sign of living besides the files Rafael had out of the table when he walked in and the single photo of him and who you assumed were his mother and grandmother. They all had the same eyes. You kept looking around Rafael’s apartment. You pulled out a law book and started flicking through it.

“I’m pretty sure being a part of my protective detail isn’t to look through my stuff” you jumped at Rafael’s voice.

You spent the night at Barba’s, despite the constant complaining from him. It took the squad about a week to find and arrest the people threatening Barba. Catching them, however, didn’t stop you from telling Barba what an idiot he was in the first place. The two of you bickered back and forth for months until it built up and burst when Barba cupped your face and kissed you late one night in his office while you were arguing about a case. That kiss led to taking him back to your place.

After a couple months of fooling around together, the two of you decided to actually pursue a relationship. It was actually after Rafael got jealous after a case. He and the squad went out to a bar to celebrate. You’re young, the youngest on the squad and there were a lot of people throwing themselves at you. Rafael was not happy with that. You disclosed 2 months after officially getting together after Nick accidentally walked in on the two of you in Rafael’s office.

Over a couple of hours, everyone had made their way back to the precinct. You’d finally caught up on enough paperwork to be able to get in on the current case. You tired texting Rafael throughout the day but got no response. Which was weird. Rafael always responded to your messages no matter who he was with unless he was in court but you knew he wasn’t. The squad were sitting around throwing out theories and evidence on the case, which unfortunately wasn’t much at all.

“So basically what you are saying is we have nothing” Fin sighed “We need a warrant to search the teacher's house”

“Barba is not going to get us a warrant based on this” Sonny said pointing to the whiteboard

“Not us but maybe....” Amanda trailed off as she turned her attention to you

“Normally I would agree but not today” you frowned at your phone, still no response

“What have you done this time?” Mike smirked as you grabbed a nearby piece of paper and threw it at him

“Nothing! He was here earlier looking for Liv. Did you talk to him?” You asked

“He wanted to go over some motions the defence in the Merlot case were filing” Liv said

“Did he seem normal to you?”

“As normal as Barba can be” Nick laughed earning high fives from Amanda and Mike, two which you threw paper at them as well. Liv shrugged and the conversation went back to the case at hand.

After another couple of hours and you finally had enough evidence to get a warrant. Mike threw the file down on your table.

“Why me?” You asked

“Just to make sure we actually get the warrant, get the warrant and then you can clock off for the day” Mike smirked “No funny business while you’re still on the clock”

“Seriously how are you a Sargent?” You rolled your eyes before picking up your phone “Hey Carmen... Need to come down and talk him into getting us a warrant just wanna check he’s free...huh...no he didn’t...okay thanks”

“Everything good?” Sonny asked

“Yeah all good” you smiled packing up your stuff and picking up the file “I’ll let you guys know if I can convince him to try and get us the warrant”

You left the precinct and headed straight to Rafael’s place. The two of you spent most nights at either his place or yours, more often his because it was closer to both the courthouse and the precinct then yours and the fact that Rafael usually worked later than you. You’d have to go and pull him out of his office.

But not tonight.

Carmen informed you that Rafael had left the office an hour before you called. This wasn’t like Rafael. Leaving work early... Not responding to messages... something was up.

You quietly opened the door to Rafael’s apartment using the spare key Rafael had given you. Rafael was sitting in his armchair, scotch in hand. The apartment was eerily quiet.

“Hey Raf” You said breaking the silence. He didn’t respond, didn’t even look at you. “Hey... Rafi... are you okay?”

“Of course why wouldn’t I be?” Rafael asked taking a sip of his drink, still never looking at you. You sighed and threw your stuff down.

“Rafael, what is going on?”

“What are you talking about?”

“I haven’t seen you outside of the courthouse or precinct in days and you are giving me nothing” you said “So I repeat what is going on?”

“I saw you the other day on the steps of the courthouse” Rafael said after a moment of silence. You frowned trying to think back. “with that beat cop”

“... Officer Jackson? the rookie? the new guy at our precinct?” You asked

“Your precinct” he corrected “and yes... you looked... cosy”

“... Rafael... are you jealous? Seriously? of some kid?” You asked. Rafael had a jealous streak, it was the reason you got together because he couldn’t stand to see you with someone else. He was overprotective as well. He hated having to watch you go on stings and into interrogations with violent men or having to watch you flirt with them.

“You say some kid as if you weren’t in his shoes not too long ago” Rafael mumbled. It was something that was joked about a bit between you and the squad, the fact that there was a bit of an age gap between you and Rafael. It never bothered you and Rafael though.

“Rafi... really?” You asked him,. He just shrugged and took another sip of scotch. “So you saw me with another cop and now you’re being a moody teenager?”

“He’s young, a cop. You were laughing...smiling...” Rafael sighed “I just don’t get it... Out of everyone you picked me and that surprises me cause I was alway last inline”

“Not my line” you smiled

“That’s why I’m overprotective of you” Rafael said finally looking you in the eye placing the scotch on the coffee table next to him. “I have something... someone that I don’t deserve and I don’t want to lose it”

“Rafi” you whispered. You slowly moved closer to him hoping that he would let you in. When he didn’t object you sat in his lap. You wrapped an arm around him, running your fingers through the back of his hair.

“Sometimes it still hits me...” Rafael whispered “Like why me? Why does she want to spend the rest of her with me?”

“Rafi, why wouldn’t I? You are everything I’ve ever wanted in a guy. A soul mate, a best friend. You are everything to me Rafi” You said “I love you Rafi, you and only you”

“You deserve so much more than me”

“Why? Why do you think that?”

“Because I’m just some fat Cuban kid from the Bronx. Who had a crappy dad, who couldn’t look after himself I always had to have Eddie or Alex fix my problems”

“Just some... Rafael, you are a lawyer, not just any lawyer but a Harvard educated lawyer. You are a respected New York City ADA... You might not see how amazing you are but I do”

“You deserve-”

“I get to decide what I deserve” You cut him off “and I deserve you. I love you. I love you more than anything and no young rookie is gonna ever take me from you”

“Thank you” Rafael sighed. You leant down and kissed him

“Now a hot defence lawyer well....” you smirked at him causing him to laugh

“I love you” Rafael kissed your hand that wasn’t in his hair.

“Don’t forget it” you grinned at him “Now the actual reason I’m here we need a warrant for.......”

#law and order svu #law and order svu fanfic #law and order svu imagines #rafael barba imagines #rafael barba fanfic #rafael barba x reader

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teddy-bear-surprise · 3 years

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Chapter 3: I've Heard it All Before

|| Chapter 1 || Chapter 2 || Chapter 3 || Chapter 4 || Chapter 5 || Chapter 6 || Chapter 7 Part 1 || Chapter 7 Part 2 || Chapter 8 || Almost The End || Chapter 9 ||

WARNING: Mentions of blood/bleeding, bodily harm, pain, threats, and unsafe driving

It was nearly one in the morning when Catherine's feet began traveling quickly across the linoleum floors of her apartment. She had been calling Ophelia repeatedly for the past hour. Cat paced around with an angered expression on her face, eyebrows furrowed together, eyes widened, and mouth gaping. Her breathing grew less and less regulated by the second as her anger welled up. Her right hand gripped on the wooden countertop and in her left, her phone lay idly as she watched the line ring to no avail for the hundredth time.

"WHAT THE FUCK, OPHELIA!" Cat yelled loudly at her phone and slammed it into the ground.

Her hands flew up to her hair, grasping it exasperatedly.

"Shit, shit, shit. Oh god, what the hell did I just do," Cat leaned down, her anger now turning to fear, picking up the broken pieces of glass, plastic, and metal that were strewn around her.

"I– I can't do this right now," Cat pushed the pieces of her broken cellphone under her couch and ran over to her closet, nearly slipping on her way there. Her shaking hands reached for a change of clothes which she put on quickly. She ran back over to the front door of her apartment, yanking her keys off of the wall and slipping her feet into the first shoes she saw. She bolted out of the door, ignoring the elevator and instead, running down the stairs to the garage.

Once she reached her car, she sat in it, hands gripping the steering wheel, but refusing to go anywhere. She slammed her head against the wheel repeatedly with tears streaming down her face, "I can't do this again," she spoke with a fearful shakiness in her voice.

"I can't lose again. I won't lose. I won't," Cat took a deep breath in and wiped her tears from her eyes.

She reached down to grab her keys and turned on the car, its engine grumbling as it came to life. Her car swerved aggressively between the lanes, trying to get to Ophelia's house as quickly as possible.

Cat's mind wandered with every moment, almost as random as the twists and turns that she was making with her car, "What if I'm too late? They said they would be arriving after tomorrow, but what if they were wrong? What if Reid is already there? What if they have Ophelia?"

She veered the car again, completely distracted and just barely making it in between two cars, "I should go home, they don't know where I am, I can still hide," she shook her head fearfully, "Spencer doesn't know where I am... Right? There's no way that he knows. I'm just going to warn Ophelia, it's gonna be okay. We're not going to get caught. He won't get me again, he won't get us, I won't let him win this time."

A traffic light, only twenty meters ahead of her, turned yellow and she stepped down even harder on the car's acceleration. As she approached it, however, the light turned red and the cars from the other lanes began to move across the intersection. Upon seeing Cat's accelerating car, most drivers slammed onto their brakes, garnering a symphony of honks from behind them. For the few cars that did not, Cat expertly swerved around, only narrowly missing them.

"WHY THE HELL IS ANYONE EVEN DRIVING RIGHT NOW," Cat yelled at the crowded road in front of her, "IT IS ONE IN THE MORNING! GO TO BED!"

After her near brush with death, Cat's drive was exceptionally ordinary, but her anger did not falter. Forty minutes, and a handful of anxious thoughts later, she had arrived at Ophelia's doorstep. She stopped the car abruptly after pulling into the driveway and cleared her vision by aggressively rubbing her eyes.

Cat got out of the car, slamming the door behind her and stomping over to Ophelia's front door, "OPHELIA! WAKE UP! NOW!"

Her clenched fist banged on the door rhythmically with a brute force that exceeded the size of her body, "I AM NOT IN THE MOOD TODAY! OPHELIA! I'M SERIOUS! WAKE THE FUCK UP AND OPEN THIS DAMN DOOR!"

There was no answer, no light flicking on, and no motion within the house. Cat was growing impatient and now kicking the door, "OPHELIA G–DDAMN SUTTON! OPEN THIS DOOR BEFORE I DRIVE OVER TO NEVADA AND BURN YOUR FUCKING MOTHER TO ASHES!"

She leaned down to pick up a rock and threw it through one of the windows. It landed only a foot away from Ophelia who had rolled off of the couch in her slumber. Ophelia's head shot up, her eyes flickered open, and she let out a small groan as she grasped her aching head, "What the fuck is going on?"

Ophelia turned over onto her stomach and saw Cat's car outside, "Oh no."

She scrambled onto her feet rapidly. Her body still lightly swaying due to her not yet being sober and her deathly hangover. Ophelia let her feet carry her slowly to her front door, careful to avoid the shards of glass that were now covering half of the floor. When she reached it, she only barely opened it, scared as to why Cat was acting the way she was, "Hi, Cat. Ummm... What's the matter?"

"WHAT'S THE MATTER?!" Cat screeched back, "THE FUCKING FBI ARE ON OUR TAILS AND I KNOW THE TEAM THAT'S COMING HERE. THEY'RE THE ONES WHO PUT ME IN THAT FUCKING HELLHOLE IN THE FIRST PLACE, OPHELIA!"

Ophelia stood there with a shocked and dazed look on her face before she gathered her thoughts enough to respond, "Right, that's not great news, but I still don't get why you're here, Cat. They're not going to catch us, stop worrying," she began to shut the door, but Cat's hand stopped her.

She rolled her eyes at Ophelia, "We have to leave you fucking dimwit. We can't stay here or they'll catch us both and I am not letting that son-of-a-bitch, Reid, catch me again."

"I'm not leaving, Catherine. I don't know what your obsession is with this 'Reid' person is, but I'm not letting your paranoia affect me," her words stung Cat deeply.

"This isn't paranoia, Ophelia. I went years without anyone even coming close to finding me out. This 'Reid person' is the only one who has ever caught me. He knows everything about me and I bet that he knows everything about you too. It's too late, we have to go. Now." Cat reached out to grab Ophelia's wrist.

"No, he doesn't, Catherine," she shook Cat's hand off of her arm, "You are being paranoid. We covered our tracks. We even used a different M.O. than your signature. There is literally nothing connecting you to this case and if you're so fucking blinded by your fear that you can't realize that, then I don't want to work with you anymore."

"Take it back," said Cat, and Ophelia shook her head.

Cat only grew more agitated with Ophelia's denial, "I said. Take. It. Back. Stop joking like this, Ophelia."

Ophelia scoffed at her, "Who said I was joking?"

"What the hell? I don't think you understand the fucking severity of what is happening right now. We are on the brink of getting caught so I came here to warn you, yet all I get in return is your hatred. You were the first person I thought about, Ophelia. The first one. I care about you, why can't you see that?" Cat's eyes softened ever so slightly and almost won Ophelia over.

"Nope. I don't want to see it, Catherine. Because it's always about you no matter what the situation is. I'm not getting involved in your irrational semantics this time around, okay? Just leave. I don't have enough patience to deal with you right now," Ophelia pushed Cat's hand out of the doorway and slammed the door shut.

"YOU'RE GOING TO REGRET THIS, OPHELIA! JUST WAIT," Cat broke into a fit of deranged laughter which rang through the valley.

"HE'S GONNA GET YOU, AND I'M NOT GONNA HELP YOU. IT'S NOW OR NEVER, OPHELIA. NOW OR NEVER. IF YOU DON'T COME WITH ME NOW, THEN THIS IS ALL OVER! IF YOU LET ME LEAVE, WE'RE OVER!"

Cat was lingering impatiently beside her car, waiting for Ophelia to join her as a small tear slipped from her eye, contrasting with the rage that took the forefront in her words.

Ophelia yelled out towards Cat from behind the closed door, "YOU DON'T SCARE ME, CAT! I'VE HEARD IT ALL BEFORE, BUT YOU NEVER, EVER, EVER GO THROUGH WITH ANYTHING. YOU DON'T SCARE ME CATHERINE ADAMS, AND NEITHER DOES THAT FUCKING IDIOT, REID, YOU KEEP COMPLAINING ABOUT."

Cat spared one last look towards the silent house and made eye contact with Ophelia who was hiding behind the door. When Ophelia did not budge, she got into her car and sped away, visibly fuming.

"I'll see you on the other side, hun," Ophelia whispered under her breath and slid down the front door.

After sitting in this position for nearly ten minutes, Ophelia stood up, remembering that she had to clean up Cat's mess. She had swept up all of the shards, collecting them into a pile by the door, but had forgotten to grab a dustpan. Her eyes darted around her surroundings. Still, she could not find a dustpan anywhere. What she did find, however, was a sheet of corrugated plastic. Ophelia swept the shards onto the floppy sheet of plastic and carefully crept over to her trash can.

On her way over, Ophelia's foot slipped in the darkness and though she did not fall, a large shard of glass did. Without even thinking, her impulses kicked in and her other hand jolted forward to catch the falling piece of glass. Her eyes winced shut as a shock of pain coursed through her arm and she did her best not to drop any more glass while she finished her journey to the garbage bin.

When everything was thrown away, including the shard that had been in her hand, she crumpled onto the floor with blood streaming down her arm. The pain now dulled into a pulsing numbness and her mind grew foggy as she lost more and more blood. With adrenaline coursing through her rapidly diminishing supply of blood, Ophelia grabbed firmly onto her wrist, below the cut to stop the bleeding, and stood up. She made her way over to her bathroom where she kept her first-aid kit, still dripping blood all over the ground.

Ophelia let go of her wrist to open her first-aid kit and the blood began pooling in her hands again. She finally opened the box and twisted the cap off of the alcohol, pouring it directly onto her bleeding hand. She screamed out as she felt the alcohol burning every nerve in her arm. The blood washed away with the alcohol and the bleeding slowed.

Now feeling somewhat better, she grabbed the suture kit that was buried within and ripped it open with her teeth. Ophelia inhaled deeply, flinching as the tip of the needle passed through the thick skin of her hand. She worked quickly and let her adrenaline, and the weak effects of last night's drinking, take her over again, numbing her mind and body.

After eight stitches, Ophelia's hand was finally fixed, though she could not move it. She doused it in alcohol again and wrapped it tightly in gauze. She put everything back up and went into her closet to change into pajamas. Once dressed, Ophelia got into bed, hoping to get some sleep and forget the wretched events of the day.

Ophelia let out a long sigh and spoke to herself, "I just wanted a normal night. Why couldn't I just have a normal night," she turned her head up to the skylight in her room, "Whoever you are, Reid, you better have a damn good reason for scaring Cat this much."

#spencer x oc #spencer reid #reid #reid x oc #criminal minds #cm #unsub #fanfic #fanfiction #angsty #enemies to lovers

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THE GOLDFISH

We sat in the conservatory of my weathered, beach side cottage, overlooking some tomato plants and a splintered oak bench that I collectively called my back garden. Now, being a cottage, you would be forgiven for thinking that this was a small affair, the kind of cottage that malicious, child-eating witches would inhabit deep in the woods. Not this cottage though. There was actually too much room believe it or not. Well, too much room for a man and his cat at least.

You see, I grew up in a cramped, narrow excuse for a flat in Edinburgh. Usually being able to touch two opposing walls at once. So, when I inherited this place, a fortnight ago, from my recently deceased Aunt, it was a breath of fresh air to say the least. It felt like the perfect excuse to have a party. Not to celebrate my Aunt just dying (she was a grumpy old boot, mind you) but rather the fact that after twenty-three years of always wanting a place of my own, I finally had it.

I messaged the group chat, letting them know of the upcoming shindig to mark my housewarming, informing them that they would all be coming. None of them having a choice in the matter, I joked. There were ten of them in the group, eleven including myself, and we had been inseparable since the later years of high school. That fact surprises most people actually. Given that when folk head off to university, college or go backpacking through Asia, they normally lose contact. After all, it’s a perfect chance to reinvent yourself, and doing that sometimes means saying goodbye to some folk.

Not us though. We had to be different. Having nearly been out of high school for as long as we were in it, our collective friendship was as strong as it ever. We hadn’t all been together in nearly a year as well, so when I sent out the invites, they all jumped at the chance.

The night itself exceeded my wildest expectations. We laughed, we sang, we laughed again. It was a night of pure merriment and happiness and it will live forever in my head as one of the high points of my life. As I sighed a breath of relief when I moved into my sand surrounded home, I did the same when I saw all my friends together again that night. My face literally started to hurt with the amount of smiling I was doing, which only made me smile all the more.

All good things must come to an end though I thought, and as the clock flashed one in the morning, the designated drivers began ferrying home their passengers. Before they left however, we had but one tradition to enact. An exclusively Scottish ritual that you have to do at the end of a good party. Listening to Runrig’s Loch Lomond at full volume and jumping up and down like a bunch of toddlers on a sugar high. Once the song was over however, the party was too unfortunately. One by one, they said their farewells and staggered down my grassy strewn path. They waved and honked their horns until eventually they fell out of sight, becoming part of the jumbled mess of streetlights and other late-night travellers.

I ventured back inside my new home and couldn’t help but feel lonely. Lonelier than I had in a while. At least I had Bean though, I thought to myself. She was my ashen-haired feline companion, and we’d been through thick and thin together. I don’t know what I’d do without her to be honest. She’s a nervous wee thing though and doesn’t do well around crowds, so had been chilling in the spare room for the night. That was until I opened the door of course, and then she was out of there at damn near mach four.

As she sniffed and scratched her way around the room, I flung myself into the heap of cushions and blankets people had sat on in the conservatory, their lazy attempt of tidying up before their departure I concluded. I sighed, letting out a small chuckle. Planning on just kipping there for the night, I shut my eyes and soon felt myself drifting off into the endless depths of my unconscious.

A distant toilet flushing filled the house and swiftly brought me back to reality. Then click clack, click clack, click clack. Footsteps. They were closing in and at this point I was on my feet, starting to panic. I had never been in a fight before, but I was about to be if my theory of a murderer checked out. In my drunken state, I never thought to question why someone would go to the toilet before killing me. I looked about the conservatory, trying to see something I could use to defend myself and grabbed the first thing that came to me. A tube of Paprika flavoured Pringles. In hindsight, I could have probably picked something a little more useful, but hey ho, that’s what a night of binge drinking and anxiety gets you. Then as the “Murderer” got closer, she appeared in the doorway. Clio DeLuca. My best friend.

“Where did everyone go??” she said, cool as a cucumber, leaning on the frame of the door.

“They left like half an hour ago” I replied, my face a picture of confusion “What the hell are you still doing here though?? We all thought you left ages ago” I asked, half laughing, while letting out a sigh of relief.

“Funny story. I went to the toilet and kinda just fell asleep half way through.” She told me, sitting down the arm of the raggedy couch. Then flopping onto my makeshift bed, that I had been nice and comfy on only moments before.

“What are you like??” I said, now properly belly laughing. “You might as well get comfy, the buses stopped at eleven.” I paused “Sooo, do you want another drink?”

“Yeah but my heads splitting, nothing hard.” I was about to offer her some of the special stuff but she got in before me “Oooh in fact, have you got any hot chocolate??” She asked, looking up at me with those wild green eyes, that I first met oh so long ago.

“Now we’re talking” I exclaimed with glee “I’ve got just the thing!” I then marched off into the kitchen, meeting Bean as she was having a nibble at some of her biscuits. I flicked the kettle on and shouted through “What one you fancying then?”

“I dunno - hic” she mumbled. The sounds of her then rolling off the couch and wandering through soon followed. “What kind - hic - you got?” she asked, parking herself at my breakfast bar.

“Weeeell” I started, opening my cupboard I that housed my secret obsession “I’ve got your normal supermarket kinds - Cadburys, Galaxy, Bournville?”

“Yeah, one of them is fine” she chimed in.

“Nah, that’s the boring stuff. I’ve also got white chocolate, orange, peppermint, vanilla bean, salte” Bean scuttled into the room, hearing this, thinking I was talking to her, to which prompted Clio to scoop her up.

“Well hiii, where have you been hiding all night??” Bean purred, gladly accepting the cuddles and attention. Clio looked back up at me, staring through her shadowy locks that fell onto her face like a waterfall in the night. “Please continue” she smiled, nodding at the cupboard, all the while still scratching Bean’s belly.

“Ah yes, where we, so we’ve got salted caramel flavour, cinnamon, apple pie and the Pièce de résistance of my collection, genuine Peruvian hot chocolate.” I turned back to her “Think I’m gonna go for the Peruvian blend, you?” I asked. She was back looking at Bean again, given her some more lovin’. She’s always had the attention span of a goldfish, and I always found it quite funny. “I’ll just make the you the same” I laughed.

“Sorry, aye, sounds lovely.” I spooned the mixture into two bulky mugs, hearing purring and some meows coming from behind me. “Sooo” she started, “When did you become the Ramona Flowers of hot chocolate?” she jested.

“What you talking about, I’ve always been into hot chocolate?” she started to speak before I cut her off “Cream and marshmallows by the way??”

“Ooh yes please” Her eyes lit up “But yeah, I know you’ve always liked it but this is like obsessed. Like I’m scared if I don’t like this” she paused, while pointing her head at our mugs “that you might actually kill me.” She looked so sincere as she told me this.

“Shut up” I pleaded, in the moaniest voice I could muster “You know, I don’t have to let you sleep here tonight, I’m doing it out of the pure goodness of my heart.”

“Nah I’m being serious, and once the papers find out, you’ll probably get a cool nickname as well. The hot chocolate killer, perhaps? Whadda ya think, Bean?” She gave a solemn meow.

“Fuc..” she cut me off, looking aghast, while covering Beans ears.

“There’s children present” she shot back, with a hint of faux anger and a wry grin. I then simply mouthed my retort, all the while giving her the finger. Then, just as quickly, she flipped it right back at me. We then both had a good giggle as I stirred our drinks, plopped in the marshmallows and squirted the cream on top.

“Shall we?” I asked, while gesturing to the conservatory with my head as my hands were full. She cradled Bean like a new-born, stood up and we both made our way through.

I gently placed our steaming mugs down on the glass topped coffee table, moving some meekly filled beer bottles out of the way to give us some room. We both fell back into the warm embrace of the couch, prompting Bean to hop out off Clio’s lap and curl up between the two of us.

My Bluetooth speaker, which sat in the corner atop some books, echoed out the tunes of my Spotify playlist which I had shuffled at the beginning of the party. Turning it to a whisper when folk left, I turned it back up again to fill the room with some life.

Looking about, the room, and the rest of the house was an absolute state. Crisps everywhere, too many cider cans to count and an embarrassing amount of smarties lay scattered about the floor, from when I was trying to toss them up and catch in my mouth earlier in the party. A dozen or so polaroids were sprinkled about the place as well, and when one caught my eye lurking under the armchair in the corner I got up and quickly collected the rest. “Get any good snaps?” Clio asked, while taking a generous sip of her hot chocolate, leaving a lovely big creamy moustache under her petit, turned up nose. I smiled, deciding not to tell her. “Daaamn, this is gooood!” she exclaimed, in a warm, satisfied tone, telling me she loved the drink just as much as I did.

“Told ya!” trying to not look smug “Let’s see here” I pondered, thumbing through the small pile of photos. “Hmmha” I grinned, looking at Clio, who was puffing her cheeks and making her eyes go crossed “That’s a good ‘un” handing it to her. She flung herself back onto the seat, seeing the picture.”

“Oh my God, what the hell is wrong with us?” she chortled, leaning forward again to take another sip of the sweet goodness. Her face then quickly soured “Can you skip this one, it reminds me of when I worked in Asda. They played the same six songs on repeat. It was actually hell.”

“Us!?” I asked her, while I pulled out my phone, skipping to the next song “Speak for yourself! I take only good photos.”

“Is that right?” she laughed back, cocking her head, proceeding then to snatch the bundle of photos from my hands. “We’ll see about that” in a determined tone, while furrowing her brow. I took the opportunity to indulge in the heated sweetness of my mug and no less than ten seconds later “Here, look at this, what the hell are you doing with your lips?” shoving the polaroid at my face.

“Its called blue steel, look it up” I confidently hit back.

“I dunno what that is but you LOOK like a goldfish”

“I think you’ll find I look damn sexy” making sure to sound as cocky and arrogant as I could.

“And by sexy” doing air quotes with her fingers “I take it you mean the lesser known definition of the word, meaning to look like you live at the aquarium at Dobbies?” she ranted, putting one her best condescending voice as she could.

“You know, sometimes, your words, they hurt.” Looking back at her, attempting to appear actually upset and offended. She could always see right through my piss poor acting skills though, and we both just started giggling again.

This is the norm for when me and Clio hang out. I make fun of her, she makes fun of me, we laugh about it and on and on it goes. It’s been our routine since primary four, when we first met, and I wouldn’t have it any other way.

The rest of that night was no exception, we bantered about for a bit then did some actual serious talking as well. Our sexuality, putting the world to rights, family shit. The usual kind of deep topics you chat about after a night of drinking and partying, and before we knew it, I looked at my phone and it flashed 4:33AM.

Bean had migrated over to the open window by this point, she was doing some serious loafing. Presumably to cool down I thought. The dregs of our hot chocolate sat in the now cold mugs and the two of us were cosy under a massive blanket. Her head gently rested on my shoulder.

I peered out through the double doors that lead to my garden, amalgamating into the sands and shells of the dark beach. The North Sea lay before me, stretching as far as the eye could see, eventually bleeding into the never ending abyss of space. An army of stars littering its canvas, shining down on us mere mortals below.

I stared at the colossal entity that was the cosmos, trying to make shapes out of its burning suns. I was at a loss at how the early astronomers of prehistory were able to see anything apart from a jumble of distant polka dots. “Hey” I whispered, gently nudging my shoulder.

“Hmm” She softly moaned to let me know she was listening.

“Do you see anything up there? You know, in the stars.” I continued, still whispering. She craned her neck back and opened her wild grassy eyes to look up at the sky above.

“I dunno” she looked from corner to corner, eventually pointing toward the right of where we were sitting “There’s Orion’s belt.”

“Nah like I mean something new, not an already existing constellation.” I prodded.

“I really can’t say. What can you see?” she asked, shutting her eyes getting comfy under the blanket again. I gazed about the dark blue sky with great curiosity. Then, directly in front of me, high above the wispy clouds I faintly made out the shape of goldfish. Probably because it was on my mind from earlier, but nevertheless, I could see it clear as day. I jostled Clio’s head once again.

“Look, there, right in front of us. Can you see a goldfish?” Groggily sitting up, she focused to where I was pointing and tilted her head.

“Yeah, I can actu…” She trailed off, as did my music. Both of us were looking at the fish in the sky, but now, the stars in our newly discovered constellation were twitching and swirling. They also began glowing much brighter than the other stars in the sky. Both of us were transfixed. The whole thing eventually started pulsing. Going dim and then shining bright. It was slow at first but then gradually got faster and faster. Then, and I’ll remember this moment until my dying day, it appeared in front of us.

There, in the obsidian blackness of the sky, it shone down on us. A gargantuan, glowing goldfish. It swam about as if we were looking through the cold, wet glass of an aquarium. Darting about the night sky as easily as it would have underwater. Its visage, although similar to a normal goldfish, was still very different. Apart from the obvious size distinction, the one before us existed purely as an outline defined by the stars. Its body was see-through, the same inky darkness as the rest of space. I couldn’t believe my eyes, and neither could Clio given her jaw was almost touching the floor. We were both outside by this point, wanting to get as clear a look as possible.

“Te.. tell me you’re” I mumbled “you’re seeing this as well” I eventually mustered, breaking the silence. Clio simply nodded, staring unblinkingly at the godlike being as it swished and swooshed through the cosmos.

“Okay” she finally said “Either we’ve fallen into some weird sci-fi novel or you spiked my hot chocolate” trying to make sense of the impossibility of what was happening.

“Why isn’t it cold though? I asked, looking up and down the beach, and after a few moments had passed, she eventually processed my question prompting her whip her head at me.

“There’s a massive floating fish made out of stars in the sky and you’re worried about the weather? She half yelled, with great incredulity.

“Clio, its 5 in the morning. In February. In Scotland. It should be freezing.” She thought about what I was saying and looked about as well. “Its warm though, and there’s no wind.” I paused “And no noise for that matter.” I paused again “I don’t understand”.

“It’s weird” she started “I feel like I should be scared or freaked out or… something” she looked at me “But.. it feels right. It feels like we were meant to be here. To see” she paused, looking back at the fish who was still merrily swimming about the sky “whatever this is.” I felt the same way, in my gut. I knew that whatever was happening wasn’t meant to hurt or frighten us. So, I began walking forward, taking Clio’s hand as I did so. We walked far onto the beach. It was still warm, still completely quiet.

We eventually reached the waters edge, as close as we could get to the being in front of us, when we notice that the sea itself had stopped. It plateaued to a complete halt. No waves. No tide. Nothing. It looked like a gigantic mirror, that stretched out past the horizon. Reflecting everything that was happening above. I bent down and dipped my fingers in, expecting it to be solid but it was just as wet as the normal sea. Just completely still. As if someone had hit the pause button.

I sat down, cross legged on the shore, as did Clio, and we watched the fish for hours. It swam to the left, to the right. It swam far away, getting smaller, then past the horizon only to jump up again as if it was a dolphin doing tricks.

The sky was gradually getting lighter, now a dusky blue, and we both knew that the fish’s departure was upcoming. Potentially any minute now. It suddenly came to a gentle stop, high in the twilight sky. It was looking right at us, into the deep-seated depths of our souls.

Now, I’m not an emotional man, it takes a lot to upset me. Even the most heart wrenching of films doesn’t evoke a reaction. But at the very moment, I couldn’t help but shed a few tears. Not out of sadness, or even happiness. It was just raw emotion. I could tell by Clio’s sniffling that she was having a similar reaction.

Then, as mysteriously as it arrived, it vanished. Its image fading back into the now pale blue of space. The stars that made up its outline, in their original position. It’s retreat from our world meant that it was back to normal, and in perfect synchronisation, the temperature dropped to just above zero, the wind blew at our backs and the once static waves drenched us in salty seawater.

Needless to say we both screamed out in discomfort, then looking at each other deep in the eyes, we embraced. I hugged her tighter than I had ever before, never in my life had I felt as close to someone as I did in that moment and I could tell she felt the same way. We swiftly then ran back to my cottage to warm up. After a nice warm and soapy shower, a fresh change of clothes (her having to borrow some shorts and a hoodie) she joined me on the couch, where we first saw the big fish, only a few hours ago.

We sat in the conservatory, in silence for the most part. My tomato plants blew in the wind, gently tapping against the glass of the doors. Bean now sitting, curled up between us. Purring softly as I patted her silvery fur. Clio eventually spoke.

“Y’know, no one is gonna believe us” she said, in a solemn tone.

“No” I sighed, while shaking my head.

“Then why should we tell them” she exclaimed. “They’d think we were insane”. I acknowledged her sense; everyone, anyone we told, would think we were mad.

“I just don’t get why” I interjected, to which she looked puzzled “Why did that happen to us, what does it mean?”

“Does it have to mean anything?” I couldn’t help but furrow my brow, not being content with her answer “Look” she began again “When you see a sunset, a deer in the wild or you’re caught in the middle of a thunderstorm, do you ask why?” She paused, looking at me “No, you just enjoy them for what they are. Beautiful acts of nature.”

“But what we saw, Clio. It was Impossible. It shouldn’t have happened. It defies all the laws of physics that we know.”

“So?” she said, shrugging, casually as ever.

“So, don’t you want to know how all of that was possible?”

“Of course, I do, but even if I did, it wouldn’t make what just happen any more meaningful. In fact I think it would detract from the whole thing.” She could tell I was confused, which only made her smile, sit right next to me and take my hand in hers “When you see a magic trick, when you see a magician pick the card you were think of from thin air, what’s the best bit about it?” She said, looking right at me, with her wild green eyes. I thought about it for a few seconds.

“The trick” she smiled even wider “The mystery of it all and the trying to work it out.”

“And if you knew how it was done?” she continued

“It would ruin it.”

“Exactly.” I finally got what she meant and appreciated our night-time visitor all the more. I put my arm around her, pulling her into another hug. Gently kissing her on the side of her head.

Things aren’t beautiful because we understand them or know when they’re going to happen. It’s the fleeting mystery and spontaneous nature of it all that truly makes it exciting. The late-night conversations, when you can’t stop dancing with your pals, warm hot chocolate, a cat’s affection, silly photos with funny faces and stargazing with your best friend. Its moments like these that make you really appreciate the wonderfully weird gift of life.

#Goldfish #sci-fi #scottish #short fiction #short story #weird #fun

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drowning-in-dennor · 5 years

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Answers

The gang's all here to answer your burning questions! Whether it’s the Oxenstiernas or the Wangs, or your favourite couples, they’re ready to face whatever inquiries you might have! [Written to celebrate two hundred and fifty followers.]

Question One: Literally anything about Bogden please uwu

Bogden: ...this isn’t really a question.

[Aleksander claps Bogden on the shoulder.]

Aleksander: Oh, whatever, just be glad we’re getting attention!

Bogden: Well, okay, but this is pretty weird. I mean, do they want to hear about my personal life, or my relationships, or -

[Aleksander muffles Bogden’s mouth with his hand.]

Aleksander: HIS MIDDLE NAME IS BORIS AND HIS BIRTHDAY IS THE THIRD OF MARCH ALSO HE REALLY LIKES YOGHURT AND HE REALLY LIKES ROSES AND ROSE-FLAVOURED STUFF OH AND HE HAS A PET BUNNY, IS THAT ENOUGH INFO?

Question Two: So what does the butter boy love doing the most with Henrik?

Stellan: I assume I’m ‘the butter boy’.

Henrik, sarcastically: Oh, no, I’m sure it’s Harald, or anyone but the one who stress-baked six hundred butter cookies after a final one day and mailed them to every person in the city!

[Stellan kicks Henrik under the table.]

Stellan: Well, to answer your question, I just love it when we cuddle while watching the sunset. We’re usually sitting outside, in this rocking swing we have in our front yard, watching the sky get painted all these pretty colours. It’s the most amazing feeling in the world to be able to see something so lovely with the person you care for the most.

[Henrik turns red.]

Henrik: Y-Yeah, those are really happy times. Holy fuck, I love you so much.

Question Three: What does Berwald like doing with Henrik?

Berwald: Fighting.

Henrik: Sometimes we just crack open a beer and talk about our husbands because we’re both awesomely lucky men. Then Stell has to pick me up the next morning while I’m hungover.

Berwald: Or we design some furniture together.

Henrik: We used to assemble IKEA stuff together until that time I screwed the legs of a chair on wrong and accidentally created a monster.

Question Four: Harald, how do you feel about Henrik and Stellan’s relationship?

Harald: When they got together all those years ago, I was too young to remember much, but when I got older and they got sappier, it was pretty annoying. Like, I’d be having breakfast, and they’d be across the table cuddling or something.

Stellan: Were we that bad?

[Harald crosses his arms.]

Harald: Yes, you were that bad. When you started high school it got even more annoying, because you two would be fucking like rabbits while poor me was right next door.

Henrik: Oh, yeah! We were pretty loud, huh?

Harald: Now, though, they have their own house, so I don’t really care. I get a cool brother-in-law, and Stell has a husband. Works out for both of us.

Question Five, from @kyrakira: What wouwd Stewwan wike mowwe? a pwug ow a couch owo?

[Stellan falls off his chair.]

[Henrik slams his fist on the table and bursts into laughter.]

Stellan, climbing back onto his chair: First of all, I hate how I understand what you’re saying. Second of all, I’d say the plug.

Henrik: HOLY -

Stellan: Fucking a piece of furniture is not as pleasant as it sounds, kids. Don’t try it at home.

Question Six: To Agata: sweet mother, I cannot focus; slender Aphrodite has overcome me with longing for a girl, how not die?

Agata: Nothing you can do about it. You will look at your pretty girl, and you will have an internal heart attack.

[Tille giggles.]

Agata: You know how I met Tille? I was riding my bike, I saw her. She was pretty. I hit her with my bike.

Tille: You cried, you big kitty cat.

Agata: Yes, I cried. I was overwhelmed by your beauty.

Tille: Aww.

Agata: So, you see a pretty girl, you’re helpless to her charms. Too bad. I can’t help.

Question Seven: How close and warm are y'all nordicks? óuò

Henrik: ...I assume that means us?

[Harald cringes.]

Harald: What the hell is that cursed emoji?

Berwald: You mean emoticon.

Harald: Whatever.

Tino: To answer your question, we go over to each others’ houses for dinner every Friday! Sometimes we do it with Leon’s family, too.

Henrik: It’s really awesome! But when Stellan gets a little too competitive with Vicente, things can get, er, messy.

[Stellan throws up his hands.]

Stellan: The egg tart situation was one time, Henrik! ONE TIME!

Question Eight: To any of you, when was the last time you cried in front of a lot of people?

Antonio: Gilbert made a face at me in the middle of a presentation, and I laughed so hard I cried.

Ludwig: Pochi...

[Ludwig buries his face in his hands.]

Ludwig: Pochi just tottered up to me and jumped in my lap. It was adorable.

Kiku: Then I cried because Pochi betrayed me for him.

Feliciano: Then I cried because Tama scratched me. I still have the scar.

Question Nine: Harald, out of everyone in your family, who's death would you find most disturbing and why?

[Harald’s eyes widen.]

Harald: Why would you ask something like that? What on earth is wrong with you? Any of their deaths would be disturbing, by the way. I don’t think I could ever bear to see any of them die before me.

[He sniffles and reaches in his pocket for a tissue.]

[Henrik jumps, scowling darkly.]

Henrik: Okay, who made Harald cry?

Harald: Wait —

[Stellan joins Henrik and raises a fist.]

Stellan: They’ll have hell to pay for this.

Harald: ...I love you guys.

Question Ten: Henrik and Stellan, how are your relationships with your parents?

Henrik: Oh, we get along just fine! They were a little shocked when I brought Stellan home for the first time, but not any more.

Stellan: Between Henrik and Leon, mine have, well, resigned themselves to the fact that they most likely will not have biological grandchildren.

Henrik: We’re not sure if we’re gonna adopt just yet, but if we do, I’m sure our folks would be thrilled!

Question Eleven: To Al, Matt, Arthur, Francis, Ivan and Yao, what are your favorite memories about school?

Yao: Well, it has to be every prize-presentation ceremony at the end of each year. I went on stage every time!

Alfred: Yo, stop flexing, we know you’re a genius already.

[Arthur smiles, clearly lost in his memories.]

Arthur: My time at the school’s literature club was truly unforgettable. I was the president, if you must know, and I finally got an excuse to hide in the library all the time and read.

[Francis laughs.]

Francis: Ah, surely I thought your dearest memory would be of that one time you thought you were carrying around a copy of Pride and Prejudice, but was in reality holding a very saucy volume of Victorian er —

Arthur: HEY, ALFRED! You never told us about your favourite memory!

[Alfred jumps, accidentally smacking Yao on the shoulder. Yao gives him a withering glare.]

Alfred: Oh, yeah. It’s got to be when the soccer team won the last game of the semester, in my senior year! Dang, just thinking about it brings tears to my eyes.

Matthew: And speaking of competitions, when I got first place in the school’s public speaking competition in grade seven, I completely lost it.

Alfred: You screamed, then hugged me so tightly I saw spots afterwards.

Matthew: I’ll never forget how it felt to win something for the first time.

Francis: My time with Yao in our school’s cooking club was magnificent. Yao, my friend, do you remember the mooncake project?

[Yao perks up.]

Yao: Yes, when we experimented to see how to make mooncakes less oily? That was fun. I still use that recipe to make mooncakes now.

Matthew: Hey Ivan, you haven’t talked yet. What’s your favourite memory?

Ivan: My favourite memory? Let me think, now...

[Ivan taps his chin.]

Ivan: Meeting you all at the very start of the year, that was amazing.

Alfred: Oh, you big teddy bear!

Arthur: We love you too.

[The six of them collapse in a group hug. The sound of chairs falling fills the room.]

Question Twelve: Out of everyone, who was a dropout and who finished college?

Alfred: I, uh, never went to college. Just decided to go “fuck the system” and started a food cart that I still wheel around the States. If you wanna see me, look for Stars and Stripes!

Matthew: Like Francis, I survived culinary school, but unlike Francis, I only got a degree in the pastry arts.

[Francis rubs his temples.]

Francis: None of you have ever experienced pain until you’ve been through egg day. Nine hundred eggs, all gone to waste because the Chef thought they were bad!

Arthur: I got my degree in English literature at Oxford, and to this day I’m still surprised that I managed to get in.

Yao: I have a degree in medicine, but it’s pretty useless since I run my diner now. By the way, check out Wang’s if you have the time!

[Ivan rubs the back of his head sheepishly.]

Ivan: I got arrested in the middle of college. Now, I just help my sister run her store!

Feliciano: Kiku and I both went to art school! I went to culinary school with Francis after that, though.

Kiku: My student loans haunt me to this day.

Ludwig: It surprises a lot of people, but I dropped out of college while Gilbert’s the one with the degree.

Henrik: I went to a super-obscure course, namely the textile arts. Most people don’t even know it’s a degree!

Stellan: I got a degree in creative writing at John Hopkins in the US.

Berwald: Went to trade school.

Tino: I don’t really remember much about college. I just remember a lot of coffee, screaming and complaining.

Question Thirteen: What do you love most about yourself, Henrik, Berwald and Stellan? uwu

Stellan: The next person to use “uwu” will have their spleens removed.

Berwald: Very threatening.

Henrik: Well, what I wuv mowost abowouwut mwysewelf is howow I’m able to awways pwiss owoff my bowoyfewnd!

Berwald: What.

[Stellan gets up.]

Stellan: I love you, but say “uwu” again and you’re sleeping on the couch.

Henrik: Why, uwu?

Stellan: OH, THAT’S IT —

[Henrik flees from Stellan.]

Berwald: I love that I married a sane person.

Question Fourteen: Why do you like your best friend, Tino? 3:

Tino: Oh you mean Ed? Well, we’ve been friends since forever, first of all, and we’ve stuck together no matter what! He’s helped me with homework and bullies and all that stuff since we were kids, and I’ve done the same. Best of all, he encouraged me to ask Berwald out, and thanks to him I now have an awesome husband!

[Nearby, Eduard is sobbing.]

Eduard: I love you too!

Question Fifteen: If a=b, multiply by a to get a²=ab, subtract b² to get a²-b²=ab-b², factor them (a+b)(a-b)=b(a-b), cancel a-b, and since a=b the equation is now 2b=b or 2=1; why does math exist? @the Wangs

Leon: ...what?

Vicente: I think I lost half my brain cells just by reading that.

Ling: This is bringing back trauma from school, and that question doesn’t even make sense.

Yao: I’m too old for this crap.

Leon: But to answer your question, math exists because once upon a time some asshole decided to invent numbers and make our lives difficult.

Ling: Seconded.

Vicente: Now, if you’ll excuse us, we’re off to make dinner.

Question Sixteen: Stellan, what's the most difficult decision you've had to make to see your dreams come true?

Stellan: Ohhh, that’s a hard one. I’ve had to make a lot of sacrifices to become the person I am today. But if I had to pick, it’d be picking John Hopkins over Oslo Uni, and leaving Harald and Henrik behind. It was worth it, though, since now I’m happy and successful and I can’t have asked for more.

Harald: Aww, I love you too, you bastard.

Question Seventeen: Which family does Peter belong to?

Arthur: He lives with the Oxenstiernas, which is fine with both of us.

Tino: Artie couldn’t handle Peter after his parents passed, so it started out with Ber just babysitting him. But after the two of us got married, Arthur decided to put Peter up for adoption so he could become our son!

Niklas: It was a great decision.

Berwald: What?

Niklas: I mean, it was a terrible decision because now I’m stuck with an awesome — er, annoying — brother for the rest of my life.

Question Eighteen: What do you think is the best thing about your personality, Berwald?

Berwald: Uh...

[He stares off into the distance.]

Berwald: Uhhh...

Tino: Well, I love how everyone’s so intimidated by you, but you’re so snuggly and sweet in reality!

[Berwald appears to stop breathing.]

Berwald: Thanks.

Question Nineteen: To Alfred, Gilbert and Henrik: what’s the dumbest yet smartest thing you’ve ever done?

Alfred: Dang, that’s a hard one. I’d say the time we threw a dictionary out of the car window, just because.

Gilbert: No, the time we put a block of frozen maple syrup into Matt’s showerhead. But then we got yelled at, so maybe not.

Henrik: How about when we tried to brûlée salt and set off the fire alarm?

[The three of them consider.]

Gilbert: Yoo, what about the frying pan thing?

Henrik: Oh, riiiiight, the frying pan thing!

Alfred: So basically, we put a frying pan on the heart for too long and it melted. Then it turned out that the frying pan was made with unsafe material! That’s kinda smart, I guess.

Question Twenty: Which one of you (anyone ig) has a choking fetish?

[The entire room erupts into chaos.]

Harald: OH MY GOODNESS!

Leon: Who the hell asked this!?

Alfred: You know what? Y’all need Jesus.

[Someone hits the camera and it switches off.]

...

A/N: Yes I know I’m very unfunny but I hope this was at least the tiniest bit fun to read

#i'm not going to fucking tag this #aph fanfiction #my writing

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gray-anxiety · 5 years

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No Sympathy → Levi Ackerman Chapter 8 → The Game

Read the rest of the chapters here!

For the sake of literally every other reader that does not reside in America, the football mentioned is not your football, it’s the fucked up hand version that Americans are somehow addicted to (especially in southern states). Also, this is a filler chapter and is completely unimportant to the storyline (I just wanted to write the chaotic mess that is the gang of five). Apologies for my writing not being at its best, my cat has fallen ill, so I’m not completely focused when writing currently.

Levi groaned and turned to the other side of his bed. He already knew what time it was as he had just gone to bed not even two hours prior — insomnia sucked ass, but was very consistent at least. Levi slowly sat up and let his eyes adjust to the blinding light coming from behind him while he combed his fingers through his ebony hair. Grabbing his phone off of the nightstand next to him, Levi’s eyes focused on the white numbers standing out from his black lock screen — just as he already predicted, it was 7:20 on the dot. Levi knew he had slept in when it came to him, but Aella had been in his room working on a mural project that took up the entire wall and had stayed there until he forced her to go to bed at 5 A.M. when he saw that she was staring off into space frequently — forcing Levi to stay up later than normal. Levi turned and let his legs slip out from under the covers to dangle off of his bed — he didn’t feel like getting up after the entire ordeal that went down the night prior. Levi’s feet padded to the bathroom silently for a well-needed shower that could relieve his head of the aching headache he had after the shitshow Hanji made after entering the apartment; Levi stepped in the running shower, feeling his muscles relax almost instantaneous when they met the hot pellets of water raining down on him — his thick ebony hair soaked up the water with the utmost ease and successfully, against Levi’s wishes, turned into a mop atop of his head. Levi’s head rested against the glass wall after washing his hair and stood there — thinking about everything that recently happened.

“Damn, this is a pretty nice place, Aella!” Levi’s eyes rolled into the back of his head when, once more, Hanji was pissing the hell out of Levi off for the umpteenth time that hour. Against Levi’s decision, Aella had invited the three gangsters to their apartment to hide for a while after the entire ordeal happening previously. Erwin, as soon as he entered the door, walked to the bookshelf Aella had and looked through each and every book with curiosity, while Mike simply sniffed, nodded to himself, and sat on the couch. Levi did have to admit, those two weren’t nearly as bothersome as one Hanji Zoë — talking with Aella at the table parallel to the wall and kitchen. Levi sighed and combed his fingers through his hair once more; it was bad enough to have one person be affiliated with the infamous Blade, leader of No Sympathy, but to have three others as well? Talk about a death wish. Levi’s thoughts roamed to the conversation he had previously intercepted at the fateful party — who knew his name? Nevertheless, who would sell him out? Granted, almost anyone would sell out Levi at a certain price, but who would be close enough to the government to even consider leaking his name? Levi shook his head and sighed — he needed answers and the only way he was going to get any was to ask around — starting with Hanji. Eventually, the trio left, but not until Hanji promised to come back first thing next morning with the other two as well. Silent knocks rang throughout the bathroom from the door — Levi’s eyes widened — how long was he thinking?

“Levi? Are you okay?” Aella. Levi stood back up to full height and moved his arm to turn off the shower.

“Yeah.” Levi slid open the door and grabbed the towel he had folded neatly on the floor — he wasn’t about to get water everywhere on the tiles. Levi quickly dried off his body and hair before walking out to dress — throwing on a basic sleeveless white shirt and black jeans, Levi carried on with a somewhat established morning routine and opened the door to only see Hanji sitting on the couch.

“Heya, Shorty!” Levi groaned and glared at Aella who only shrugged, carrying on with her discussion with Erwin about some book shit Levi didn’t care about. Levi nodded his head towards Hanji in acknowledgment and headed towards the kitchen for anything that would fill his stomach. Hanji casually walked over to stand beside Levi — irritating him beyond belief. Hanji only smirked and kept standing whilst watching Levi make food.

“Do you fucking mind?” Levi grumbled, seeing Hanji’s shit-eating grin only grow.

“I heard you wanted information from those mafia higher-ups last night, no?” Levi only slightly nodded — not liking whatever idea that’s about to escape Hanji’s lips. Hanji’s grin, somehow, got bigger until finally, she broke eye contact to sit on the counter — practically killing Levi with the thought of the amount of dirt now on the counter.

“Lucky for you, there’s a football game tonight. I don’t know if you’ve realized this or not, newbie, but our weekend football games are huge! Nevertheless, today is Sunday, the unofficial football day of the week! You’re bound to get information there!” Levi’s brow raised; Hanji was absolutely correct — if he wanted to have a starting point, this would be it. Levi couldn’t believe he was about to agree with the irritating gangster genius that was Hanji, but he needed information.

“…Fine. Aella stays with you at all times — do not lose her.” Hanji smirked at a job well done.

“Erwin, Mike, looks like we’ll be going to the game with two others.” Mike, having already heard the entire conversation only nodded. Though, Erwin and Aella both gave Hanji confused glances.

“Hanji, you’re saying you really just got Levi to agree to attend and watch a high school football game?” Erwin was smarter than he looked, Levi had to admit. Yes, Levi was going to attend the game, but watching it, on the other hand, was an entirely different story.

“To attend? Yes. Watch? Not likely. At least, not the first half anyway.” Levi looked at Hanji with a blank stare.

“And what of the second half?” Erwin knew Hanji was planning something that not even Levi knew about — and he was the entire topic of this discussion. Hanji messed with her spiked goggles that laid atop of her head.

“Simple, really. Levi has to play the part of just a simple person in attendance, not someone looking for information and indirectly looking shady as all hell. Levi will spend the first half of the game focused on information, while the second half is just pretending to watch, and of course, give a shit.” Aella stood up and sipped out of Levi’s teacup (earning a murderous glance from said man).

“Well, I mean, Levi is short enough for people to not realize he’s there, so he technically could just scout the entire game. If he is really going to join us during the second half, he needs to have a damn good story if asked — I mean, come on, he’s a fucking popular and we aren’t.” Aella slid onto the counter — practically causing Levi to faint from the thought of dirt — and leaned on Hanji, who was cackling after Aella’s snide remarks. Erwin nodded and started to think up any believable story for Levi to use if he’s ever caught; though, as much as high schoolers couldn’t give a shit about regular people, populars were almost always the exception when it came to hot guys.

“Levi is a part of our gang — as simple as that. Aella is there because she is Levi’s girlfriend.” Erwin concluded — even if it was a pretty shallow story, it should drive people away from asking anything else; it was practically an unspoken rule in Karanese that if you know someone if a part of a gang to not ask for your own safety. Aella groaned at the shitty excuse Erwin pulled her into and gave him a glare that lasted until it couldn’t anymore.

“Erwin, you fucking serious right now? That’s all that you could come up with? Not, oh I don’t know, roommate?” Erwin shrugged his shoulders and drank the iced coffee he had brought with him. Levi raised his brow and blinked his eyes a few times.

“…So, if anyone dares to ask me why I’m with you fuckers I have to simply reply with ‘gang activity’?” Hanji nodded her head, finally paying attention after Aella heard of the excuse.

“Pretty much, you don’t have to mention the Aella part, unless they ask of course, but even then you could just say roommate — you’ll just have people assume you guys sleep together so much you now live with one another.” Aella nodded her head — as much as she hated to admit it, Hanji was right. Assumptions killed reputations just like that — this was no exception. Everyone came to a silent agreement on the plan and carried on with whatever the hell they were doing before the discussion. The hours passed, albeit slowly, and eventually, the time came for the football game. Levi turned on his phone and saw the time — 3:45 P.M.

“Let’s go, guys! Who do you think is going to win? Our team is going up against a team from Rose after all.” Hanji asked, mainly towards Erwin — who had predicted every game correctly since Freshmen year. Erwin opened the notes app on his phone and looked at the competitor’s history before clearing his throat.

“Probably ours — they might be skinny, but they don’t have Shadis as a coach.” Aella rolled her eyes and grabbed a mini backpack she had in her room:

“He’s still coaching? Didn’t he lose every single game like a year or two ago?” Erwin nodded and opened the door, holding it open for everyone until Levi closed the door to lock it.

“Yes, he did lose every single game. But, after he heard of Erwin’s impressive on the spot predictions, he went to Erwin for assistance. Our buddy Erwin here was an assistant coach for a year!” Hanji grinned and pulled out her skateboard from the backpack she always carried with her. Aella grinned back at Hanji and set down her own skateboard and bolted on at the same time Hanji did with her own. The mischievous pair had already said ‘race ya!’ ages ago and left the three men in their dust. Mike was first to nod his head in the direction of the two skateboarders:

“So, are we going to go after them, or what?” Erwin nodded while Levi shrugged — might as well as run after them. The three men broke into sprints to catch up with the women and made their way to Karanese stadium placed by the large high school. Hanji kicked her skateboard up and put it in her backpack and stood in the parking lot in front of the stadium; it was already ear-piercingly loud from the cheers of the crowd with the accompaniment of the marching band performing — Levi knew he was going to have a head-splitting headache after this, but he needed any leads possible. Hanji grabbed Aella’s hand and ran into the stadium, leaving Erwin to pay for the admission tickets; after Erwin practically killed his wallet with just admission alone, the three men walked in the cement entrance forming a tunnel that lowered like a long ramp to the field, and evidently, the numerous rows upon rows of seats. Mike easily spotted an overexcited Hanji with an embarrassed Aella holding onto her arm near the top; Mike pointed to the two and nodded to Erwin. Levi let out a groan at the mess he had already borne witness to in the stands and walked off back into the cement tunnel as on both right and left sides of Levi were paths that wrapped around the stadium allotting exits to different areas. The long tunnel even had viewing areas carved out like windows, but without the glass, underneath the stands that were fenced off right above the entrances that both acted like exits on either side of the stadium. Levi walked around and saw some teens leaning against the walls smoking a blunt or two, but nothing suspicious. The crowd roared overhead signaling that the game had begun; even the microphoned commentators could be heard from underneath. Dull pain invaded Levi’s head from all the noise above — he hated football games — they were too loud for him to handle.

“Did you hear about the fight pools being hosted tomorrow? Rumor has it Eren and Mikasa are going to be fighting again!” A guy with close-cropped hair grinned towards his friend. Levi turned his head and stopped walking — fight pools, huh? This was no lead at all, but the possibility of leading to an actual lead pulled Levi to pay close attention. The other male rolled his eyes and fluffed out the lighter portion of his hair.

“Do you hear yourself, Connie? Of course, those two will be fighting again! They always do — it’s how they make their money.” The practically bald teen sighed at his friend’s unexcited reaction.

“Jean, come on. Those two are badass and never cease to give a good show. We should go! It’s also an excuse to see her too, you know.” Jean’s face exploded into a deep blush and stammered denials of a repressed crush on said ‘her’. Levi had enough of pointless high school flings — he already had enough information from that conversation alone. Levi stuffed his hands into his pockets and continued his stroll around the stadium until receiving a text from Aella telling him it was almost time for the second half. Levi walked through the messy crowds and sat next to Aella, who was looking up at the score. Levi looked up as well and saw that it was a fairly close game — home was only leading by a single touchdown; easy enough victory if played right by the guest team. Hanji started cheering her loudest the moment half-time ended and the players once more stepped on the field.

“My ears are ringing from how much cheering Hanji has been doing. Please tell me your expedition was somewhat better?” Aella groaned and laid her head on Levi’s shoulder. Levi huffed and shook his head:

“No. The only information I got was of some fight pools hosting a fight tomorrow — might go. You’re going since shop’s closed tomorrow.” Aella sighed and murmured out a ‘fine’ before directing her attention back to the game at hand. The crowds roared over the tense second half, but neither Levi nor Aella really made a move to stand or cheer; both were tired from endless interaction and a crazy weekend. Just as Erwin had predicted, the home team won by 6 points. Hanji stood up and stretched her arms out:

“That was some game! I really thought you were going to be wrong at some points, Erwin!” Erwin smiled and bowed his head, standing up also.

“Hey, Aella didn’t you think it was some game-“ Hanji stopped mid-sentence when she saw Aella half-asleep, her head on Levi’s shoulder. Levi rolled his eyes and moved Aella’s head so he could stand.

“I’m taking her home anyway. Thanks to you, she’s like this, Asshat.” Levi grumbled to Hanji before hoisting Aella onto his back for him to carry her home.

“Oi, pass me her skateboard, won’t you?” Levi clicked his tongue at Hanji, who complied and handed Levi Aella’s skateboard.

“Since you two are stuck with us, and conveniently enough we have the same lunch period, meet us at the rooftop during lunch, ‘kay? Tell Aella I said sorry!” Hanji smiled goodbye.

“Yeah, yeah, fuck you.” And with that, Levi walked home while carrying a half-asleep Aella home.

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karaell · 5 years

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How to save a heart

Alec was walking back from his meeting with Asmodeus on shaky legs. The adrenaline was wearing off and the reality of the situation was becoming clearer with every step.

He agreed to break up with Magnus, he agreed to an impossible deal and now he didn't know if he can go through with it.

Is he strong enough to put his own feelings aside and save his boyfriend, the love of his life from this suffering? A small part of his brain, the one which was usually right and which he often ignored was telling him that breaking Magnus' heart was the worst possible way out of this situation, that his boyfriend already lost too much because of Alec himself. But the part that was being consumed by guilt was quickly winning the battle. Because Alec felt guilt more than anything else. It was his fault that Magnus was without magic, his fault that he almost died, his fault that Magnus was sinking deeper and deeper into depression, because Alec was selfish and to cought up in his own wishes and desires to actually see his boyfriend see his pain and sacrifice.

That's over now. Gaining more steadiness in his step Alec makes a decision, he will sacrifice his heart, he will make sure that Magnus is happy again, that he feels like himself again. And despite the pain at the admission Alec is also sure Magnus will recover their relationship ending. He knows Magnus loves him, probably more than he loved his other lovers, he also knows that for the duration of their relationship Magnus had time to get used to the fact that he will lose Alec sooner or later, and if it's sooner but brings his magic back than who is Alec to argue with that logic.

****

He finds Magnus in the library, using one of the computers, his boyfriend for the time being looks haggard and bleak, words that no one would ever use to describe the great Magnus Bane, yet here they are. Alec waits for a beat, stopping in the doorway to drink in the sight of Magnus, of the most precious thing that ever happened to him, before bracing his heart for the impact. He clears his throat and slides on a mask of indifference. Magnus whippes his head around a tired and reserved smile on his face.

'Hello Alexander, I haven't seen you all day. I have news'

'Hello Magnus' he says, voice as steady as he can muster. 'What kind of news?'

Magnus tilt's his head to the side, studying his boyfriend for a second before continuing.

'I found an apartment, not far from here, so close enough for you to walk to work, hitting all of our criteria, I already went over whilst you where gone, as there was a chance to see it in person. And of course if you don't like it we can back out but I've placed an offer and we can start moving in even tomorrow!'

Magnus was mastering as much excitement as possible at this time, after his breakdown yesterday he felt enough shame at showing his weakness, but it was harder and harder to keep his walls up around Alexander who proved to be excellent at getting him to open up, almost against his will. But now gazing at his boyfriends stormy face he couldn't help but recoil, did he make a mistake and Alec wasn't willing to live with him anymore, did he push him away to far to the point of no return?

' That's great. I would say just in time, because you can't stay here any longer'

'Why? Has someone said anything?'

'Nothing like that, it's just.... Magnus I don't think us being together is right at the minute.... I think it's best if we don't see each other anymore.'

'What? I don't... Alexander what are you saying?' Magnus was lost for words, how come this man, who just 24 hours ago was cradling him in his arms whispering reassurance of love suddenly decided that he is not worth it?

Stumbling backwards Magnus kept an eye on Alec, on his stormy face and clenched fists, on his angry posture. Was this his doing? Has he been such a disappointing partner, it wouldn't be the first time, he thought bitterly.

'I think we should break up, without your magic, and with you being so... different. We just don't work anymore.' Alec was speaking through gritted teeth, each word that left his mouth was like a stabbing wound. All he was aching to do was to grab Magnus and never let him go. But that's not what Magnus deserves, he deserves his power, his magic, to live forever, not some pathetic excuse of a boyfriend who can't even bring him happiness.

Magnus was breathing hard, not fully comprehending the fact that after all of what happened in the last weeks he's now also loosing Alec, a reason for his sacrifice. He lost his magic to save his boyfriend from a tragic loss. He took that burden away from him and that's how this ends for him. Without a support he needs so desperately at this awful time. No one treats Magnus Bane this way, not even a person he loves.

Alec can see the exact moment Magnus is hit with the realisation of what is happening. He can see the walls going up, he can almost feel how betrayed Magnus feels. So he's bracing himself cause he knows how good his boyfriend is with words and how much he can hurt him.

'You, you made me believe that I can have love after so many centuries, you took away a part of me, you made me sacrifice myself time and again! You're a pathetic little boy who thinks he can play with people, you're no leader. I wish I never loved you, I wish I left you a long time ago when the chance presented itself! Goodbye Alec'

With that he was gone. Izzy found Alec on the floor of the library an hour later. Her brother in nearly catatonic state, clutching Lightwoods family ring.

****

Magnus was running, running away from that toxic place, form Alec, from this reality. He didn't know where he was going but when he finally looked up he was just a block away from Catarina's apartment. Apparently his brain still worked, in the contrary to his broken heart.

But before he could take another step, he felt a pull of power, some kind of electricity buzzing around him. Looking around he saw a twirling blue and red energy appearing right in front of him. Magnus had no time to react when the energy suddenly started entering his body.

Someone was slapping his cheek, it felt cold and strange against his face. He blinked his eyes open to see a young girl with a skateboard under her pit.

'Are you ok?' She asked.

Magnus blinked a few times after remembering the weird energy, he must've passed out after it entered his body. He was suddenly glad he somehow found himself near Catarina's apartment.

'Yes, yes I'm ok thank you. Must be low on sugar or something' with a quick wave he disappeared as fast as he could.

****

'Your magic is back! When? How did this happen?' were the first words that left Cat's mouth as soon as she opened her door.

'What?'

Can you not feel it?'

'I...' in all his distress Magnus didn't even question the way his body felt. He wasn't expecting his magic to return henceforth he hasn't tried to channel it in any way. But now he could feel it pulsing through him, like a roaring beast it was ready to be unleashed at any time, ready to be wielded. And it was his. It was familiar, felt like coming home after years of separation, it didn't not compare with Lorenzo's magic which did the trick but never felt like his own.

He got rid of his glamour and with glossy eyes looked at Cat, she stood before him tears streaming down her face.

How?' he asked.

'Wait, you don't know?' When did this happen?' she asked suspicion in her voice.

'Literally just now, I was coming to you, I had to leave the Institute, and suddenly this power entered me and bam here I am' he explained not being able to hide his hurt when talking about the Institute.

'What happened at the Institute?' Cat pressed gently, knowing the fragile state her friend has been in the last weeks.

'He, Alec... Alexander broke up with me'

'That's impossible! I know I had my doubts but that boy loves you, he was devastated when you got sick he wouldn't just toss you aside just a few days later'

'Well he did, he said we don't work anymore because I don't have my magic and I'm not myself anymore'

Cat was still looking at him sceptically, she got to know Alec a lot better recently and what Magnus was saying seemed very far away from the Shadowhunters character, but there were more pressing matters at hand.

'So what do you think happened? Asmodeus got bored and decided to just give you your magic back?'

'I doubt that, nothing comes free with my father, but how? I can think of only one way he would agree to giving my magic back to me and that's getting something in return. But I can't think of anyone that would willingly deal with my father... No person other than maybe you or Alexander......oh god.'

'Magnus what is it? Didn't you say he just broke up with you out of nowhere...ohhh'

They shared a look of understanding, a look full of dread.

'No he wouldn't. Why would he do that? Didn't he know I rather die with him than live for eternity without him.?'

'I guess he loves you enough to sacrifice his happiness'

'I told him I'm not happy, I told him there might never be a time when I'm happy again but I didn't tell him that he's the only reason I'm still here, still holding on. What if breaking up with me is not everything he had to offer to my father I have to see him now.'

'Go but don't do anything stupid. Asmodeus can still take your magic back.'

'I ..' he almost said he doesn't care but the words wouldn't leave his mouth because no matter what, Magnus is not being striped of his magic ever again. With the last nod towards Catarina he lets his magic wash over him, his hands start to dance in a manner that could be described as excessive but he doesn't care. He hasn't felt this alive in what feels like years. Soon enough he's walking through a portal straight into Alec's office.

****

He's not surprised to see it empty. If he wasn't trying to fix this mess he would probably be sitting on Cat's couch sobbing right now, so he understands. He spend the last week living in Alec's room at the Institute but nevertheless he decided to knock on the door, when he gets there. His heart nearly breaks at Alec's rough and sad voice coming from inside. 'Izzy please, leave me alone!'

The newly recharged Warlock hesitates only for a second before softly slipping into the room.

'I'm not going anywhere you silly silly Nephilim' he says quietly, but not without passion, it's almost like his voice send electricity towards Alec's body. Next second the Shadowhunter is up on his feet, hands wiping down his face of any fluids.

'Magnus what are you doing here? Haven't I made myself clear that I don't want to see you anymore?' he says and it would be much more convincing if Alec didn't look ready to be sick at having to repeat those words.

'What is clear to me, is that I have my magic back and that my boyfriend decided to make a deal with my father behind my back.'

Alec's eyes widen just for a second before he's moving, stepping closer to Magnus. Magnus who doesn't expect to be manhandled towards the door.

'I don't know what you're talking about. Please just leave I can't ..we can't'.'

'Yes we can, Alexander we will figure this out, please'

'Magnus no, he only agreed to this if we're not together anymore, he will take it back otherwise, you can't ...I just want you to be happy, please let me help you be happy'

'I am happy, when I wake next you, when I see your smile, when you speak sweet nothings into my ear, when I hold your hand, when I know that I have the love of my life by my side, that's when I'm happy.'

' But you said, that without your magic...I wanted you to be whole again, to fix my mistakes.'

'First of all it was my choice and second of all I said I wasn't happy, and that was true, my magic means the world to me but you darling you are my world. I can survive loosing my magic it would take time, but loosing you, the pain I was in was unimaginable. I love you Alexander Lightwood, and I'm not letting you go, even if it means I have to face my father again.'

'I love you too Magnus Bane and I'm so so sorry.'

And they cried softly together until they both felt like they are strong enough to face the world after this turmoil of emotions

#malec #Alec Lightwood #Magnus Bane #malec fic #Shadowhunters

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lunarhayn · 6 years

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Protector

Thank you to @ts-virgil-angst for this wonderful idea. I very much enjoyed writing this 😊 I honestly tried to just write straight up angst for it...and failed, so it's more hurt/comfort.

Also tagging @sardonicsanders as they asked

WARNING: Scars, pain, crying, mentions of food, self deprecating thoughts, slight panic attack, a few swear words

Virgil sighed as he brought the concealer down from his face to his neck, a small smile gracing his features as familiar white lines slowly disappeared. As much as he hated the makeup, it did wonders on hiding his flawed skin. He hated those flaws, the scars of marked his body, with a burning passion. Each one showed a time where he had failed to protect Thomas one way or another. Yes, Virgil realized he wouldn't be able to protect Thomas from the cruel reality of the world, but he also realized so much could've been avoided.

Growing up hadn't been as bad as it had when Thomas came out or started Vine and YouTube. He had exposed himself to the world, the internet, knowing full well what was out there. And, well, Virgil hadn't been strong enough to do anything about it. The comments that hurt Thomas, spiked his anxiety, physically marked Virgil in pain.

So, he got used to the random bouts of pain that would pop up on a weekly bases - most only felt like a cat scratch after all. He got used to looking in the mirroring while changing or getting into the shower and seeing white, jagged lines covering his pale skin. It had become his normal. There were times, though, times that Virgil would be brought to the ground, whimpering in pain. A new, huge, jagged scar making it's way onto Virgil's body. Those angry scars kept to his torso and back, some inching up past the neckline of his shirt. Virgil found out that those were the much ruder comments Thomas had to deal with. The ones that left Patton in a depressive state while Thomas was just down on himself.

At the time, he wasn't too worried about anyone seeing them either. Having spent most of his time locked in his room where nobody bothered him meant Virgil could freely go about without someone seeing them. Patton, being the only one who cared enough to check up on Virgil, was the only one Virgil had ever had to worry about seeing his scars.

But now, now was much harder. He had been accepted by the others, had started to trust them more. He left his room more often and would hang out with them. This meant that there was a much higher chance of them finding out about all the scars. All the time Virgil had failed his job.

Tonight was one of those nights that Virgil had let Patton talk him into. Nothing big or unusual, just a movie night with the other two. So, Virgil finished with his concealer and did a once over, making sure nothing was visible before changing into a comfy pair of black pajama pants and heading downstairs to the living room. He saw Roman picking out the movies as he descended the stairs while Logan set up the couch with pillows and blankets and Pattons humming could be heard from the kitchen.

"Ah, finally! Our Dark Prince has decided to finally grace us with his presence."

Virgil rolled his eyes and smirked, "Hey, looking as dark and edgy as this doesn't coming naturally, Princey."

"Mhmm, edgy. Cause fuzzy black pants covered in purple kittens are edgy." Roman retorted, looking Virgil up and down.

Virgil, being the dark persona he was, stuck his tounge out at him before continuing to the couch. (The pj pants were from Patton, ok? Quite literally the softest and fluffiest pair Virgil owned and he absolutely loved them)

In all honesty, though, Virgil had been on the floor, near tears, as a new scar tore itself into his skin. It wasn't as bad as some of the others, but it still burned like a bitch and had left him on the floor gripping his leg for a bit. Virgil had taken some time to recuperate, hoping if he waited long enough the pain wouldn't effect him too much as he used his leg. Unfortunately it had left him limping slightly, and he prayed that no one would notice it.

"Salutations, Virgil." Logan stated, not looking up from the pillows he was rearranging.

"Sup, teach." Virgil surveyed his progress as he leaned on the wall. Fluffy pillows filled the corners of the couch and a small pile of blankets sat at each end and one on the coffee table. Easy access to them if you needed one. (Logan would never admit this, but he was always very , "You got this covered then?"

"Obviously. But you might want to see how Patton is progressing. He could always use some help with snacks."

With a nod, Virgil pushed off the wall and made his was to where the dad figure was gathering together snacks. While Patton wasn't the best at cooking, he did have a great choice of movie snacks.

"Hey Patton, Logan said you could use some help..."

Patton whirled around from the counter, a bright smile on his face as he looked at Virgil, "Hey kiddo! Nice to see you made it. And yeah, I've got most everything taken care if in here, but if you could help take some things out that would be great!"

...

They were nearly an hour into their second movie when Virgil felt a familiar pain creeping up on his shoulder. No, no, no! This could not be happening. Not now and not here!, Virgil thought to himself as he clenched his teeth against the pain, trying his best not to stiffen against Patton. It wasn't as bad as earlier, but definitely no damn cat scratch. Much to his luck, the pain passed quickly.

Unfortunately, it wasn't the end.

Merely twenty minutes later, the feeling of a jagged knife appeared on his cheek and Virgil knew he was done for. Without thinking twice, the anxious trait sunk himself out out and into his room. A cry escaped him as the pain made it's was down past his jaw and into his neck.

Tears fell down Virgils cheeks as he pressed a hand into his sore one, trying to decrease the pain at least a little. He hated these ones. The ones that left a thick, ugly, jagged scar and the pain never left. And fuck it hurt so much. All thoughts went out as Virgil curled into a ball, whimpering and crying. He barely registered the sound of pounding at his door, his voice being called.

It wasn't until firm hands grabbed Virgils and gently pulled them down that he even realized anyone was in the room. Virgils eyes flew open to see the tear blurred form of Logan sitting on his knees in front him. He could barely make out Logans lips moving as he talked, but Virgil heard nothing.

"Hurts..." He gasped, trying to pull his hands from Logans and a fatal attempt to regain the pressure in his cheek. A familiar rhythm was being tapped in his shoulder. A warm pressure on his cheek soon followed and Virgil did his best to focus on the beat on his arm.

It didn't help.

The other three could only helplessly watch as the fourth sobbed and whimpered in pain for nearly another ten minutes. Patton held Virgil as he sobbed while Logan held the hot compress to his cheek and rubbed circles onto his hand. Roman could only stare, not knowing quite what to do to help his dark prince and slightly in shock at the horrendous mark that scarred his face.

Eventually the tears stopped and the breathing evened out. But Virgil refused to look up and face the others. He had failed and they found out. He would've liked to stay there, hidden in Pattons shirt, but a hand gently grabbed his jaw and forced him to face the others. Virgil blinked a few times, letting Logan examine his face, keeping his eyes downcast.

The scar stretched from just below his left cheek, down his jaw bone, and ended a little ways onto his neck. Virgil could bet it didn't look too pretty either. Unfortunately, it wasn't the first on his face. A skinny one had been carved under he right eye and curving up around it on his forehead. Smaller ones littered his forehead and cheeks, one even curving across the bridge of his nose.

"Virgil, what exactly happened if I may ask?" Logans voice was steady and calm as he spoke, but there was an undertone of something else. Fear, one may put it.

Virgil slowly looked up at him, "Thomas got hurt." he muttered.

Logan looker confused and Roman came to sit next to the three, "Impossible! I'm the only one who bears Thomas's physical marks. I think I'd know if a scar popped up."

"It's not like that." Virgil said, his voice quiet, "Whenever Thomas read or hears something that hurts him, I get a scar. The severity if it depends on how hurtful the comment was."

"I take it you can feel the pain of them too?"

Virgil started to say something, only to be cut off by a sharp gasp as a stung enveloped his arm. Patton rubbed his back for the few minutes it lasted and Logan gently took his arm when it was over and pulled the sleeve up. Three gaps could be heard as Virgils scarred arm was revealed and he flinched slightly.

"Kiddo..." Patton started, his voice soft, "why didn't you tell us?"

"Nothin' you could do."

"You've....you've got more than me." And all heads turned to Roman as he spoke, vulnerability clear in his voice. Virgil solemnly nodded and, with the help of Patton, pulled off his hoodie to expose the rest of his pale arms. His shirt soon followed, shame clear on his face. None of the others said a word as their eyes scanned over Virgils torso - and that scared Virgil more than anything.

Freak

They hate you

Their going to figure out how much you failed Thomas

How much you failed your job

No one will ever love you now that they know

"And you've been dealing with these all on your own?"

Romans question snapped Virgil out of his head. He paused for a moment before slowly nodding, "Ever since we were in first grade, yeah."

"Oh, kiddo..."

Virgil jumped as he felt hands on his back, not realizing that Roman had moved behind him, "Sorry! I probably should have asked first."

"No, its fine. Just...I've never actually been touched there before. My back usually stays hidden."

For a while, the three sat that, tracing Virgils scars and talking. They weren't mad, he realized. They weren't mad at all.

A small smile graced Virgils face as loving hands traced over his flawed body.

Strong

Brave

Hero

Voices said, and Virgil melted into them.

Protector.

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ghostgirlluminisa · 6 years

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FGO: Okada Izo x Reader: Part 1: To the Storm

https://www.zerochan.net/Assassin+%28Koha-Ace%29

You born in a noble Japanese Magus family whose bloodline could be traced to the age of the Gods. You were thought to be graceful, beautiful, gentle yet mage craft that made you the strongest of your clan. Though, in reality, you still maintain your precious personality from your former life in what you call "Reality". Yes, yes, that is right. You, reborn into a new world, and what made you suffer was that slowly through time your were forgetting your past life an that you weren't exactly happy by. Then again, "age " is catching up. You're only 20, the head of your family now. How? Two years your father and mother were murdered. You knew someone was after your family legacy and wanted it to end. That's why, with expertise help from a Magus named Touko, she helped you fake your death. She was kind woman with crimson hair, orange eyes, glasses, and often wore a brown tailcoat jacket over her plain white button up long sleeve shirt with black pants and boots. She helped you look like your entire family fortune and legacy banished. You cut your once long hair, short, up to your ears. Your eyes you used magic to change them to their original color of your past life. With magic, you made yourself look how you did before you were reborn. A simple girl who looked like she was in high school. Hair braised with glasses, a Gray sweater and sweatpants. Your entire family fortune safe and under a different name, your past name.

You sighed as you were looking through the documents and Touko chuckled as you took a sip of your jasmine tea. You were in Japan in her business. She was currently working on a new mystic code, it look FAIRLY similar to the arm Shiki has. "Keep smoking cigarettes and you'll get lung cancer." You said to her from your desk and she chuckled. "They're awful but they do wonders. Aoko should be arriving soon. There was another meeting with the Mage Association regarding the head talk." She said. "Chaldea, I presume?" You said as you finished sign another document. "Words got to you fast." She said.

"Meow."

You looked over to the far right of the building where a window was and saw a red and blue cat, which you instantly smile and walked to the window and opened it, letting them in. They were Touko's familiars. "I wonder how things are over there? Be nice to visit Chaldeans Shiki." You said and she smirked. "What a coincidence," she said you looked back at her as the two familiars pounce on your shoulders, she help up a letter with Chaldea's seal, "I've been invited to go visit as one of the observers but seeing as you are more interested.....I want you to go as on of my employees. A representative/student of mine." She said and you gasped. "T-Touko!! T-Thats a bad idea!! Do you know what will happen if the Mage Association finds out who I truly am?!" You screeched. "It's alright. I got connections in Chaldea and Shiki herself said if they even try anything, they will met with an army of servants. Apparently Chaldea even now has Fujino also." She said and you still were so unsure about this. "Alright...I'll go." You said and she smiled. She picked up a package and threw it at you and you caught it, confused. "Make sure to open to when you got time." She smiled as she stood up from her desk and put on her tail coat. You did same and both you talked as you walked to her car and she drove you home, an apartment in her territory to make sure no one tried anything on you. You've grown a lot on her. As you waved goodbye and arrived a few minutes later to your door, you paused as you saw the help the door knob and eyes dangerously narrowed. You opened the door and your left hand had a knife ready. Slowly you went in and saw the TV on and saw someone sitting on your couch. A sigh of relief hit you once you realized who it was.

"Every heard of knocking, Luvia??" You said and the blonde girl huffed but grinned. "You've kept me waiting (Y/n)!!" Luvia was a young woman with blonde hair in two curly pigtails with part of her hair straight. She wore a blue dress that was easy to move in and also if she were to engage in battle. "Make sure to send me a message that you were visiting." You said as you took off your coat and hanged it on the hook on the back of your door. "You know how I always come without warning. I prefer it this way, besides, I thought you be used to it by now." She chuckled and you shook your head, giggling a bit. "Never will get used to it. Now, want some tea or coffee?" You walked over go your small kitchen and began preparing both in case. "I do question why you, a high class mage like I still chose to live in something so simple like this. You know you could live with me." Luvia said since she was one of the very few who knew who you truly were. You shook your head. "Once again, thank you for the offer but I'm alright. But I doubt that is the real reason you have come to visit me." You said and she nodded. She held up a letter that had the Chaldea seal. "Let me guess, you going also?" You asked and she nodded. "I need a buddy. I don't want to go alone and with with those snobs of the clock tower." She said and you nodded. "Touko is having me go in her place. Hope everything goes well." You said.

- Three Days Later: Antarctica-

You and Luvia were dressed warmly and were sitting together in one of the huge military airplanes with a bunch of other mages, but you did see familiar face, which you were glad for. Bazett, Gray and Sisigou, two people she met a year ago and was grateful to have met them. "Excited?" Sisigou said and you nodded. "I'm curious to how Chaldea is. Apart from what I heard from gossip, I want to see it for myself. I do wish though that Touko would have come." You said. "Touko didn't tell you?" Bazett and you instantly raised an eyebrow. "Speak speak." You said. "Well, originally Touko was selected among us to work in Chaldea." She said and your mind went blank. "I'm guessing you had no clue. That it was just to check it out." Luvia said and you groan and hid your face in your hands. That explained why she had you pack all your clothing, personal belongings and shelves and such. LITERALLY everything into you door size magic suitcase. "I'm going to have a GREAT talk with her later about this." You growled while the others laughed. The plane suddenly began to shake and an intercom message started. "Sorry about that folks. The plane will be shaking a bit due to turbulence caused by the boundary field. Make sure to stay seated seatbelt well." The announcement said. "There goes my appetite for later....." You heard Luvia say as her face was slightly blue.

After a full 20 minutes of the painstaking plane shaking, seeing your life flash before your eyes, you we beyond glad when the plane landed and as soon as the door open, you and Luvia were the first to bolt out of the plane. Sisigou and Bazett laughed as did a few other mages, even the old ones, cracked a laugh. "Glad you two enjoy our suffering!" Luvia yelled and quickly placed a hand over her mouth to keep herself from vomiting. You were feeling a bit better and heard fast footsteps and before you knew it, you body slammed into a piles of snow.

"(Y/N) YOU'RE HERE I CAN'T BELIEVE IT!! GRAY ALSO!!"

"OI, FLAT! DON'T LEAVE ME BEHIND!!"

"And there goes her soul." Gray giggled bit as the one that body slammed you helped you back up. Flat was young man with blonde hair, green eyes, and was currently wearing a fluffy gray winter jacket with pants, and next to him was a young girl?? who wore a pink fluffy winter dress coat with boots. Her? Pink hair was part loose and braided with pink and purple ribbons. "Flat, how NICE to see you again." You said with a slight angry tone at him because he body hugged slammed you. "Haha...Sorry about that. I'm just glad to see you and Gray again!! It's been forever!" He said and you looked over to the person next to him. "Hello! I'm Astofol. Nice to meet cha!!" Astofol said with a cheerful grin. It clicked. Now you remember who this was. After all, you did use to play Fate Grand Order in your previous life.

As much as you like the cute feminine boy, you still held a small grudge towards him. Reason, in your previous life, there was rate up banner during winter and the Pharaohs, Ozymandias, Cleopatra and Nitocris were in the rate up. You had gotten Cleopatra and Nitocris. You did another roll and saw a gold rider card, excitement filled you so much thinking you were about to get Ozymandias to join his fellow Pharaohs but the second the card revealed it, your heart shattered. All the excitement you had gone in an instant. That gold Rider card wasn't Ozymandias....It was Astofol.

(A/N: This actually did happen to me in winter. I was salty as fuck for the next few days. But at the same time I couldn't be mad because he was my first gold Rider.

Update: It happened again but with Medb. )

"Nice to meet you. I'm (Y/n) (L/n). I'm looking forward to working with you and the other servants." You said and politely bowed to him. "Same!!! You'll love it here!! I think you'll get along with everyone!" He said. Some part of you believed that and then there was that part of you that wanted to hide. Maybe you will get along with them. As you and the other mages were led to the Chaldean building you couldn't help but look around. The place really did look like the one on the artwork of the game and also more lively since you are now see in it in flesh. As you finally entered the building, you felt the presence of so many servants it was a little overwhelming for you. As you followed the other, your mind was in a slight daze, you saw employs that were already here and you felt worry for them after they all been through. You didn't notice that you has accidentally separated front your group and walked down the hallway. "Oh great..." You groan and look left and right from the hallways. Maybe you'll find the control room, that is where your group was heading too. You continued to walk and walk which felt like forever and noticed a large door. You slowly walked in and gasped at the amazing and beautifully decorated place. It was filled with tables and beautifully made furniture. That gasp caught the attention of several people and and also...a specific French Queen.

"Oh salut!! Bienvenue!!"

You heard soft steps and saw a beautiful woman with silver hair in two,long pigtails, dressed in a nice sundress. She had an aura of a queen and she has beautiful eyes. "Oh, forgive me. I'm a bit lost and I've wandered over here. I got depressed from my group." You said and she smiled to you kindly. You knew who this was, Marie Antoinette. "Non, Non!! It's alright!! You must be some of the new mages that will be working with us!! It's a pleasure to meet you!! I am Marie Antoinette." She did a polite bow and you did back yourself. "C'est un plaisir de vous rencontrer votre altesse. I am (Y/n) (L/n)." You said. "Ohh!! You speak French very well!" She smiled to you excitedly. "Well...." You laughed nervously, "Though I am Japanese, I speak English and Spanish as if it's my native tongue. French and Japanese are more of my 3rd and 4th language in my case." You laughed a bit. "It's alright. Oh, welcome to my Salon!! I'll introduce you to everyone here!!" The queen said excitedly and took your hand taking you with her to the bar, where you spotted Mata Hari and Sason cleaning glass cups. You looked over to the right near the center and saw Jeanne singing a light tune and waved to you. Mozart was playing the piano and sent you a kind smile with a nod. Deon also smiled to you as he was busy serving the tables. Somehow, this felt like home for some reason.

- A few Hours Later-

You've never had so much fun speaking with so many people. You got to know them all and especially Marie. You enjoyed their company but then you remembered you had to meet up with your group. Though, what did worry you was Luvia. You slightly groan them giggled lightly at the thought as you currently walked behind the one leading you to a different destination other than the control room.

"What's so funny?"

You looked up and saw him smirking at you lightly and you smiled back to him. "Nothing really. I'm just gonna get a yelling from Luvia when I meet up with my group again." You said and the male servant chuckled. "Don't worry, you'll live." He said and you sighed. "But it won't save me from her nagging." You chuckled lightly. "Thank you again Emiya. It's an honor to have met you and the other servants in the Salon. I look forward to working with you and the others in the future." You said and he nodded. A few more minutes of walking and you arrived to a Japanese shrine room. You were just as amazed as you were with the Salon. The room looked like a Japanese room with the wooden and paper walls. There a kotatsu in the center. You giggled seeing a caster and as her you recognized along with a child Berserker. Xuanzang was fast asleep, along with Nobuganda and Cha Cha, their heads sticking out of the blanket, lightly snoring. You looked around and about to ask Emiya if Shiki and Fujino were in the room but....

"My....if Isn't the insects?"

"Thou must cause a small war that thy knows will only cause trouble?"

"Beat it old hag!"

Your eyes snapped to a different doorway near a couple of bamboo plants and you froze. There, with narrowed eyes towards the two smaller females was a beautiful woman with.... "Damn they're huge!" You thought in your mind as you recognized who those three females were. Minamoto no Raiko, Shuten Douji and Ibarika Douji. The three had a glaring contest and you shivered at the auras the three currently had once you knew pretty much their history. All the others weren't affected by it, which gave you a pretty good idea that they were used to it. Emiya sighs. "Shouldn't we stop them?" You whispered to him and flinched once you made eye context with on of them as you were looking back to their direction. "Hooooo??" Ibaraki said as she spotted you and smirked, and ran towards you and stopped a few feet. She was dressed in yellow kimono with flower patterns and her hair was in two pigtails, like her Lancer version. She looked cute. "A new worshiper? I am Ibaraki Douji! Oni of Mount Ou! Tremble in my presence! Be honored!" She said proudly but you couldn't help but out of instinct pat her head like a little toddler wanting to be praised, which her case, it felt like that. "Don't pat my head!! I'm not a child!" She huffed with puffed cheeks and you did it more. It was just out of instinct to do it. "Ah!!" You suddenly realise what you were doing and slightly bowed to apologize. "Sorry!! It's just....reminded me of my little sister." You said and she huffed with arms crossed. "Hhmp. Since you seem new, I'll forgive you." She said and you giggled. "Nice to meet you Ibaraki! I'm (Y/n)!" You said and she was taken back. Most mages either look at her weirdly or looked at with fear. Not you, you treated her like a human. "Thine brought a sweet one. Kind and gentle like a flower." You heard and saw Shuten had come to join the conversation and she smiled to you kindly.

Her voice was smooth as silk and alluring, yet had a sweet smile. "It's a pleasure to meet you both. You must be Shuten then. It's pleasure to meet you." You said to her. Raikou watched silently and stared as she was completely forgotten by the two oni who were ignoring her on purpose. You yourself were immersed into the conversation with two oni. Emiya on the other hand was getting a bit worried. "So thou will be working with us then?" Shuten asked and you nodded. "Hmmm." You nodded, "I really am looking forwards to working with everyone. Oh!" You suddenly said, "Is Shiki Ryougi and Asagami Fujino here? I'm the student of their former work employee and was asked by her to deliver them a package." You said. "Fujino and Shiki are currently deployed with the Masters along with a few other servants. They should be back tonight." You heard and turned to see Raikou now standing in front of you with her sweet motherly smile. "Lord save me.....I think I've just got myself into a fight between the Oni and Berserker...." you inwardly cried as Raikou, Shuten and Ibaraki were now glaring at each other.

- 2 hours later -

After Emiya helped you escape from your demise you thanked him repeatedly as he took you to the control room where everyone else was. He said it was alright. The electric slide doors open and you and him walked in to the control room, and it looked just like in the game.

"(Y/n)!"

You heard and saw Luvia running towards you. "And I am doomed...." You groaned and Emiya gave you his signature reassuring smile with closed eyes. "Where have you been?! I was worried for you when you got separated from the group! I hope you didn't cause trouble!" Luvia said and you noticed Da Vinci smile from the computers as she was busy explaining to the others how they worked and their purpose. "On the contrary," you said, "I've met a few of the wonderful people here. Heroic Spirits are just like us. This is Emiya, he's an Archer Class servant." You said and you turned to the him. "Oh, thank you for guiding my friend. I am Luvia. I look forward to working with you and the others." She said and you saw Emiya nodded. Though you already knew he was inwardly sighing because there was a good chance that there might be a fight between her and Ishtar, a.k.a: Rin Tohsaka, you gave him an apologetic smile and he did back.

A few minutes later, Da Vinci was busy giving a tour of the control room and explaining the rayshift system to everyone. You weren't paying attention as you stared to a certain empty seat near Da Vinci and while the others were distracted you quickly zoomed to that chair and smiled sadly. "It's it's a little cold here without you Roman....I know you're watching over everyone. Hope you come back soon..." you whispered and placed a small white flower on the desk. A year ago, when you were visiting the Clock Tower, you met Doctor Roman and became good friends with him. You being there in London for 6 months and you and him became good friends. You didn't notice that David saw you and understood the words you whispered. He was able to read your lips. A sad smile graced his lips but he went back to helping the others. He made a note to talk to you when he has free time. You sighed, getting bit bored and followed after the group as Da Vinci had everyone have a close up look of the Rayshift coffins. Them being fixed after the battle against Solomon. You touched one, a slight pang suddenly went through your right hand and you hissed, holding it. "Are you alright?" Gray asked and you nodded, now even a slight pang going through your head. "Excuse me!! Miss Da Vinci!" You heard Flat yell, interrupting the genius's speech. "Yes Flat?" She answered and he pointed at you. "It's (Y/n)!! She's feeling sick!" He said a bit too loud and you swore to yourself that Nightingale better not have heard his yelling or you would be doom. "I'm alright! No worries! Just a bit hungry." You smiled nervously. "Are you sure dear? If you want, we can have someone take you to the infirmary?" Da Vinci said and you shook your head, this time, you felt like your head was pulsing. "No, no!! It's alright, I can assure you!" You said and the other were looking at you worried.

"I'm nothing but a killer....."

Your eyes then went wide as you looked around all over the room, hearing a voice.

"I'm a genius swordsman! No one shall beat me!!"

"Miss (Y/n), are you sure you are alright?" Da Vinci said to you now for sure worried as you this time were looking around frantically. "I....I....." You said and that's when felt the pain get worse and quickly just ran out of the but ran right into a rayshift coffin. "(Y/n)!!" All your friends yelled and before you head a chance to see them, the sound of glass closing and everyone frantically scrambling, some even pounding onto the glass, your vision clouded and your world went black. The last thing you heard was some weird laughter.

- Unknown Location -

Walking around at night was big no no, since many territories were under the control of different servants and layline. His face was covered by his dark blue scarf and hid the cocky smirk he had on his face. Another battle to fight and when he felt the burst of mana at a particular area, excitement filled him. "It better be strong servant." He said to himself and found the area. Like a black mist surrounded him, a single eye glowed red, his wooden flat hat was partly ripped but the kimono he wore was that of a samurai but black like darkness and evil. The sound of his sword slowly being pulled out from his sheath and stopped his motion, ready to strike once the servant who he heard walking came out, he would cut the head clean off. The footsteps came closer and once the silhouette was in the Light, he moved to strike. Once in full view, his red eye went wide and he stopped his sword barely inches from the victims neck. Fearful yet confused eyes looked at him as he stared in huge surprise at the frail looking woman who seem to wear strange clothing. "Where......." the voice was barely above a whisper and looking to his eyes, " am I....?" Was all you said before you completely collapse and quickly caught you with his free arm. He was till in complete shock and changed back to normal, the darkness on him blowing away like clouds. "Oi, oi!" He yelled and saw you were out cold. He saw your right hand was slightly bleeding and noticed the strange markings on it. It took awhile to process it but a smirk came on his lips.

"A Master huh? Lucky me."

- ??? -

"Ryomaaaaa!!! Oryo-san wants frogs!! Where is this master You said will appear?!" A woman who wore a black Japanese sailor uniform whines as she floated over her husband, who chuckled. "Don't worry about it Oryo. She sh---!!" The one now know as Ryoma suddenly stopped and froze as a young woman with short silver colored hair, with her ahonge moving back and forth rapidly. Her amber color eyes looked around frantically as she ran in her high heels and along sword strapped onto her waist. Her skin was tan similar to a certain archer. She wore crimson Chinese dress with slits at the side of her legs and a crimson scarf that covered her face. She frantically looked around, yelling "Master!! Master!! Where did you go?!" She yelled. Oryou flew to her and quickly stopped the woman from going crazy. The woman's eyes darted to her. "Okita calm down. Oryo will help you look for the human. She might have tasty frogs." Oryou said. Okita Alter shook her head. "Master was suppose to be summon to this spot! Even if it was a forced rayshift!! Master is in danger!" Okita said. Ryoma nodded and then noticed a few droplets of blood and knew what direction they were heading to. - Chaldea -

"The fact that she is still alive and we have some visuals on her novels, seems she has the qualifications to be a master. Though...the way we discovered it, wasn't what we ever hoped for..." Da Vinci sighs as she was typing into the computers and Chaldea was under a bit a fire. "Da Vinci, phone call." David said and handed it to her. "Hello?" She answered. "Da Vinci correct?" She heard a female voice and her eyes slightly narrowed, making everyone go silent to listen. "Yes. This is the genius director of Chaldea, Leonardo Da Vinci. And you are?" The Caster said and heard a light chuckle. "No need for hostility. I'm calling to see if my student, (Y/n) Is alright? I'm pretty sure she got into another one her accidents again. She's been hiding it from me, but even I know. She's been hearing a voice." Touko said and Da Vinci raised an eyebrow. "A voice?" She said. "Right. I believe it has something to do with Alaya. (Y/n) hasn't notice but I was able to detect a strange amount of mana on her right hand. Meaning...." Touko said and Da Vinci nodded. "She's a capable master." The Caster said out loud making everyone's eyes go wide. "You sent her here on purpose!" Da Vinci hummed and Touko burst out laughing. "That girl needed to reconnect with society! What better way? By the way, may I speak with her?" Touko said. "Well....." Da Vinci said nervously. All that was heard from the other side of the phone was Touko face palming.

- Unknown Location -

He stared at you as he placed you down on the bench into the Japanese office building he walked on. Usually he would try to kill for owner of the place but since he wasn't there, he was bored. He looked back at you and did a light whistle. "Not bad at all." He said as he smirked looking you up and down. Getting a closer look up to your face, you went half bad. You suddenly grown a bit and painfully opened your eyes a bit. Your head was spinning, and felt sick. "Ughhh....." you slowly sat up and put a hand on your forehead, closing your eyes again, helping ease the pain, noticing the man stare at you and with a sword at his hand.

"Guess you can die too."

That made your eyes and open and going wide as you only saw the blade be brought down but clashed with another.

"You dare attack master Okada Izo?!"

A female voice roared and you we're in complete shock, as you recognized who just saved you. "Master are you alright?! Stay behind me!" Okita Alter yelled and you were so lost and confused.

"Now now, everyone calm down."

You heard a smooth male voice and saw a certain Counter Guardian came in followed by his dragon wife. "Izo, you should know better than to attack guest." Ryoma said and you just blinked and blinked, still trying to process everything that was happening. Izo growled and glared at you but smirked.

"You there Mage! I'm Tosa's Okada Izō! Remember it because my blade will be the one to take your head!"

(To be continued.....)

A/n: Halloween one shots part 2 will still continue!

@fgo-headcanons

#Fate series #fate grand order #fate grand order scenarios #okada izou

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quil12 · 3 years

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Let’s all gather round and hear the tale of my horrible roommate

Long post - I really just needed to vent

(Some actual stuff happens in here and it’s not just like “they don’t wash their dishes” - it’s actual stuff that I would be interested in reading if it weren’t happening to me)

It all started about a month ago. My roommate invited a strange man over during a pandemic in order to get super drunk and then sleep with him. She passed out on the floor and left him to wander around the rest of the building drunk. He started yelling and trying to get into random people’s apartments. The police got called and she got a lease violation.

Not too long after that, she wanted her boyfriend to come and stay in the apartment. To reiterate, we’re in a pandemic right now. Also, he is a 40 year old man and I am 20. I’m not sure how old our other roommate is, but I assume also in her 20’s. Our other roommate and I were not too thrilled about this and we gave the perfectly reasonable request of asking them to get a hotel room. Just to add onto this, our other roommate is not a native English speaker and she was being incredibly rude to her because even though you could understand her, her sentences weren’t “grammatically correct” so she was pretending like she couldn’t understand her requests. Instead of talking it out, she went behind our backs to the leasing office to get permission from them. Kind of a dick move tbh.

Unrelated to that, I asked her to wash the dishes of mine which she had been using because I had given her permission to use them under the stipulation that she wash them after using them. I asked her to actually wash the dishes that she used or else to please stop using mine. This triggered a massive temper tantrum where she was screaming and slamming doors. She also took all my dishes out and put them onto the kitchen counter.

Because of this and the whole thing with the leasing office, I asked her to please not use my things anymore. I had to repeat this request oh, about 50 times because she couldn’t get it through her thick skull to not use my things. She (and her boyfriend) used my toothbrush holder and I had to throw out my toothbrush and get a new one because the bristles were literally touching mine and I didn’t trust them to not have COVID. She used my shampoo and conditioner and then lied about it (I know because I had enough for several more washes and when I went back, there was only enough for barely 1). She used my swiffer which I have explicitly told her not to use and then left the lid off of the pads (the reason I told her not to use it), and the list could go on for a while.

During this whole time, she was consistently slamming any door she used and regularly throwing temper tantrums. She would also just leave her dog out in the living room/kitchen totally unattended, something which we aren’t allowed to do under the lease. Not to mention, her dog is extremely untrained and will bark at just about anything. Her dog will also relentlessly chase my cat so her leaving her dog out there meant that my cat couldn’t come out with me which made me uncomfortable and also feeling bad for my cat because going out in the living room is her absolute favorite time.

I reported this to the leasing office and they asked me to record these things happening. I recorded the door slamming as well as her dog being left unattended in the common areas. She was then given another lease violation. If she were to get one more, she would be evicted.

Things quieted down for a little while. She finally bought her own pans and dishware - her pans are in very weird and inconvenient spots because she bought too many of them even though she never cooks. And by “inconvenient” I mean like on top of the fridge where you can’t open the freezer without all of them falling on you. She also got an instant pot and decided that it needs to be out at all hours of the day. She put it on the only counter that we have available to cook and I explained that to her because she would get pissed at me for moving it over so that I could have the counter space to cook dinner and also so I wouldn’t get any food on it. I literally get food on it all the time because it’s right where I prepare food, but I guess if she feels like thoroughly cleaning it every time she uses it then I guess she can. It’s also super annoying to not have that space that I need, but whatever, this was a relatively okay time.

She would still occasionally slam doors and throw minor temper tantrums, but it was miles better than before. Now, let’s fast forward to a few days ago - October 30th.

She had left the apartment a few hours before. I was in the kitchen cooking dinner. As a side note, I was using my george foreman in order to cook a hamburger, so I absolutely needed that extra counter space that her instant pot took up. I moved it over to the other counter and my intention was to move it back after I was done cooking.

I was almost finished when she came into the apartment, very very drunk. She was struggling a lot with the door, but I just let her be because at this point, I have no want to have any sort of interaction with her. She came in stomping. She saw me in the kitchen because I was standing directly in front of the stove, and she decided that she was going to come in and use the microwave. She got way into my personal space, said "excuse me", and without waiting for me to get out of the way, she slammed the microwave right in my face. She then waited right behind my shoulder to wait for her food to finish cooking, effectively trapping me there. She went to the fridge and broke off one of the little pieces on the side of the shelves. They’ve come off before, but she was sitting there trying to fix it. This gave me time finish cooking my dinner, and I started heading to my room.

She then said something to me along the lines of "It was really nice of you to not let me in when I was locked out and you were standing right there." I was very puzzled by this seeing as she was in the apartment, and thus, not locked out. I asked her what she meant, and she again said that she was just locked out and I didn't open the door for her. I think that because she had some sort of issue with the lock, she thought that she was locked out. I assume she had so much trouble with it because of how inebriated she seemed to be. I asked her how she had been locked out when she had a key and was now inside the apartment without any help, but she kept insisting that she had been locked out and I had refused to help her. To reiterate, I was cooking dinner, I heard her struggling slightly with the lock, and then she came in. She struggled for maybe 10 seconds.

By this point, I had made it to my room and had closed and locked the door. My cat, Art was hiding away from her underneath the couch, and I didn't feel physically safe enough to go and retrieve her while Ash was blocking the way and screaming and swearing at me. I went out and retrieved her as soon as I felt it was safe enough to do so, but Art was very afraid because of this and I had to pull her out from under the couch. This was very scary for me because I didn't think my cat would be safe out there with her based on how she was acting, but I didn't think she knew she was there because she was under the couch. I was also texting my mom at this point so I could let her know if anything were to happen.

During this time, she was screaming at me to come out into the hallway and face her, screaming at me that I was a coward. I did not feel comfortable nor safe going out there with her and was seriously considering calling the police because she would not leave me alone and was constantly screaming at me. I asked her to leave me alone multiple times, but she just kept screaming at me to come out and face her. I explained to her that I didn't feel comfortable talking to her because she was screaming at me, slamming cabinet doors, and calling me names, but she continued to try and goad me to come out and face her.

She also said something very peculiar in that she has a recording of me calling her "a black asshole". I never said this. I asked her to provide me with this recording of this so that I could see for myself, but she declined. I almost never speak when I'm in my bedroom because I tend to text people instead of calling them. I have spoken to myself to get through homework which I do because I'm an auditory learner and it helps me to solidify my understanding. Other than that, I do not speak in my room except to my cat to which I'll call her a "darling girl" or occasionally tell her to get down off of places I don't want her to be. This is all to say that I did not say this, and even if I did, there would have been no way for her to hear it because I do not speak in my bedroom to anyone other than my cat whom I just coo at.

She was also trying to blame me for her lease violations. She told me that she was going to get me evicted and I told her that she is the one who has 2 lease violations, to which she then said that it was my fault because I reported her. While yes, I did report her, it seems as though it is her fault for exhibiting those behaviors in the first place. I do not control her actions.

She finally gave up after a while and went to her room. This is when I went out and got my cat, but I very quickly ran back into my room because I still don't feel safe. She came out again shortly after and was yelling in the kitchen about how I hadn't cleaned up after myself cooking dinner. The reason for that is because she was yelling at me and I didn't feel safe enough to do so. She also shoved her instant pot into the space that my george foreman was taking up. Again, I had planned to put it back after I finished cooking, but her screaming at me really just destroyed that plan. There was no space for it to go right there, but she shoved it in anyway just cause I guess.

Yesterday, she also got extremely drunk and left her dog tied up in front of the grocery store for about 3 hours. Someone else in the building saw her and recognized and brought her up, but she literally just left her dog for 3 hours and didn’t even realize she was missing for about 5. Legitimately a piss poor dog owner.

Now, let’s go to this morning, November 2nd. I tried to go to the bathroom. I had just woken up and needed to pee and get ready for the day. She left her room right after me, saw me, and proceeded to chase me to the bathroom, yelling at me the whole time.

I got to the bathroom and thought that she would just leave me alone, but no. She tried to follow me into the bathroom as I was closing the door. I had to push against her in order to close it and lock it. Luckily, I'm stronger and bigger than her so I was able to do it, but it was still extremely scary.

She then proceeded to pace outside in the hallway for about 10 minutes. I know because she was carrying her keys and I could hear them jangling as she went back and forth. Finally, she left the apartment and I took that time to run back to my room, lock the door, and move a bookcase in front of it.

During this time, I also got an email from the leasing office saying that they were working with lawyers to try and evict her as soon as possible, so that’s good news.

I had to pick up a package from the leasing office, and when I came back she was out doing laundry. I just walked past and went to my room, but as soon as she saw me, she slammed the door to the dryer. After a minute, she walked past my room, yelled the word "coward" at me (she's been doing this quite frequently - yelling at me through my door as she walks past), then went into her room for a minute. She then came back out and stood in front of my door and started whispering "you're a coward, you're a nasty human being" repeatedly.

Let me tell you, I have just about called the police on her 3 times in the past few days. I just need the energy out there that the eviction stuff will happen as quickly as humanly possible and I can stop being afraid to go out into the rest of the apartment.

#roommate #roommates #roommate drama #this is actually legitimately scary for me #bad roommates #I need everyone to put out the energy that she'll get evicted real soon #i asked the guy at the leasing office if there was another place i could stay tonight cause i am scared #we'll see what he says #basically we're at the point where i have to pee really bad but i don't want to go out there in case she's also out there #or comes out there when she hears me come out #venting

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paperficwriter · 7 years

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Blindspots (BNHA, Erasermight)

Finally, finally wrote this Erasermight fic that has been sitting in my head since the chapter where Nighteye described All Might damaging his eyes. I literally have not been able to stop thinking about that. Here you go. Some good ol’ hurt/comfort.

Cut is for length, not for content.

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“Here. Step.”

“Thank you.”

“You don’t need to keep thanking me every time I tell you there’s a step. Believe it or not, I don’t want you to fall.”

“Still, this is a lot to ask of you, Aizawa-kun. I hate to burden you.”

“I don’t offer when I’m not willing. I knew what I was getting into.” A sigh, frustrated. “I can’t believe you almost left on your own. You’re stubborn, even when you aren’t the Symbol of Peace.”

Toshinori grinned. If he hadn’t known Aizawa for as long as he had, it would have been hard to tell whether he was actually aggravated with him or just being his own sullen self. Although, now, with the bandages over his eyes, it was still difficult, not being able to read his body language. “Were you there that long to have heard that?”

“Who do you think contacted Recovery Girl, you idiot? I called as soon as I saw you on the news. Maybe you had the paparazzi fooled with that fake grin on your face, but I knew you were in pain.”

He was right. He had barely been able to see the reporters, little more than shapeless blobs. After the interview he had been ushered into a car and taken to Recovery Girl’s clinic at Yuuei. “You foolish man,” she chided as she wrapped his head with gauze, thick pads over his eyes. “If you had waited any longer you could have lost your sight entirely. As it is, you still need to avoid bright light for now, and I can’t do anything about the burns. Those will stay with you. ”

How extensive could the damage be?

Toshinori chuckled as he heard Aizawa’s keys jingle, the click of the door as he unlocked it. “What?” Aizawa asked.

“It’s a little funny. The one time I have been invited into your home is when I can’t see it.”

Aizawa didn’t say anything, and he imagined him rolling his eyes. “It’s not like there’s much to it. I spend so much time at school these days that I barely see it myself.”

Toshinori startled a bit when he felt a hand on his. To this point, Aizawa had been guiding him by the arm, but now his fingers wrapped around his palm, pulling him close, into his side.

“There’s a table and a couch, so it’s not enough room for us to walk beside each other. I’m taking you to the bedroom.”

“Still so bold.”

A pinch on his arm. “Shut up or I’ll just stick you in my sleeping bag and put you out in the hallway.”

It was a good distraction, talking to Aizawa like this. How long had it been since they had spent an evening together? Not that there had ever been anything to them - titles to their “relationship,” if it could even be called that. It was something that started in school, that had made its way into their lives as adults, unspoken comfort in one another’s presence. Toshinori had made it clear that his door was always open for Aizawa, and he had taken advantage of that occasionally, but since he rose in the hero ranks to Number One and Aizawa had taken the teaching job at Yuuei...well...they had both been busy. That was the most comfortable way of thinking about it.

“Here’s the bed.” Aizawa moved his hand down until he was touching the edge of it, but he didn’t let him sit. “And the bathroom is going to be one...two...three...four steps to eleven o’clock.” He had walked him over, helped him to slide the door open. “The sink is on your left, then the toilet. I’ll run a bath after dinner. Don’t go wandering around.”

“Am I going to get lost in your spacious domicile?”

“No, but if you step on my cat, I’ll throw you off the balcony. And before you ask, she doesn’t like people, so don’t expect her to warm up to you. She’s probably hiding under the bed.”

“How can you have a cat when you don’t spend much time at home?”

“Cat door. She comes and goes between my apartment and Watari-san’s. We make do.”

Toshinori smiled as he was finally returned to the bed. A comfortable, Western-style one, so spacious that he could sit in the middle of it and still reach his arm out without touching the other side. A cat and a nice bed. The two things Aizawa always wanted when he was working to be a hero. And he had gotten both. “I’m happy for you, Aizawa-kun.”

A ‘tch.’ “That’s a weird thing to say. I’m making drunken noodles for dinner. I’ll keep it mild.”

“You remembered.”

“How could I forget?” Aizawa had cooked for Toshinori once before, and he had stomached the red pepper and cayenne curry for the sake of politeness until Aizawa caught him drinking water straight from the faucet when he thought he wasn’t looking.

Before he could think better of it, Toshinori asked, “Is there anything I can do to help?” When the question was met with uncomfortable silence, he scratched his neck and settled back into one of the thick pillows. “Ah, no, I suppose not.”

He thought Aizawa would have wandered back to the kitchen, but after a moment, he said, “You can help by staying put so I don’t have to worry about you tripping and breaking your neck.”

Toshinori tried to sleep, but it was impossible. Every time he closed his eyes, he worried that he would wake up in a panic, the darkness already too overwhelming, an unfamiliar condition in an unfamiliar surrounding. Eventually, he stood up, prepared himself to face the wrath of Aizawa and took small shuffling steps back toward the door, holding his hands out. When he made contact with the frame of the door, he put his palms against it to guide him out again. The air changed, and he knew he had returned to the main living space, and he followed the sound of rhythmic chopping, the scent of spices.

When fragrant warmth touched his face, he stopped moving. “Aizawa-kun?”

The tapping of the knife stopped. “I thought I told you to rest.”

“I think you know me better than that.”

“Hmph.” Steps came towards him, and Toshinori held out his arms. They found their way to Aizawa’s shoulders - solid, supportive, and he tried to picture that black turtleneck he was always wearing under his pale fingers - and he positioned him two more steps until a surface touched the back of his knees. “Sit.”

He did, almost regretting when Aizawa moved away. “Are you enjoying teaching?”

“It’s interesting,” Aizawa intoned, the flatness of his voice making it sound like anything but. “It isn’t the way it was when we were there. Parents are much more tedious than ours were, constantly hovering over everything we do. Every one of them thinks that their kid is amazing, that they deserve to be there more than any of the others. Gets on my nerves.”

“They should appreciate that their children get to be under the tutelage of a great hero like yourself.”

“Ugh.”

The chopping resumed for a few moments until there was another noise, a hiss, and the clatter of metal. Once again, Toshinori forgot his state - or maybe there was just too much of him that didn’t care, that ran on instinct - and jumped up to his feet. “Aizawa-kun!”

“Wait, don’t!”

But it was too late. No sooner had Toshinori stepped foot towards him that he hit something slick with his foot - a piece of vegetable? - and it slipped out from underneath him. Aizawa’s kitchen, it turned out, was quite narrow, and he also struck something harder. Well, hard-ish. And then he wasn’t the only one on the floor.

“Shit!” Aizawa groaned. “Why are you always rushing in?”

“Force of habit, I’m afraid. My apologies.” Toshinori dropped his head back on the linoleum. He was surprised to hear a small laugh from Aizawa, and he sat up on his arms. “What?”

“You’re so annoying.” There was a rustle of clothing and then Aizawa rose, taking his wrist and hoisting him back up. “I just imagined if you had come in with that ridiculous line of yours. ‘I am here!’ and then falling on your ass.”

“Not exactly the vision I hope to inspire.”

Aizawa snickered.

“I thought something had happened to you!”

“Of course you did. That’s why you’re always jumping in headlong. You aren’t always going to need to be the hero, All Might.”

Toshinori frowned as Aizawa sat him back down. “Are you okay though?”

“Fine. I cut my finger. It just startled me.” He was still chuckling, and something about it made Toshinori feel even more foolish than before. Probably more foolish than he had all day, which was saying something. Aizawa went back to cooking, and as much as he tried to remain present, to focus on the sounds and smells, there was a nagging anxiety that had bitten at his heel and refused to let go.

“Excuse me,” he said finally, standing up. “I know how to get back. I just need to use your bathroom.”

Aizawa let him without a word, and he was glad for it. Slowly, he went inside and felt around. There was a wall light, softer than the fluorescents, and with slightly shaky hands, he started to unwind the bandaging from around his head, placing it in the sink. When he removed the gauze pads from over his eyes, his face felt naked, and he finally opened his eyes.

At first he hoped that it was just the poor lighting, his lack of focus, but as everything else became clear - the porcelain sink, the metal fixtures, the sparse toiletries across the countertop - his stomach turned sick. His eyes had gone dark, nearly black except the center, which now shone an unnatural green. Even though he was prone to have bags under his eyes - he never did get enough sleep - the skin wrinkled, like it was collapsing in on itself, and he looked years older. A wreck.

“Damn it.”

How would it seem if he…? Flexing, he transformed into his broader, hero form, and of course he hadn’t paid any attention to his surroundings, and his thick shoulder knocked the door, threw him off balance. A water cup clattered to the floor noisily. If Aizawa heard him, he didn’t approach the closed door, and Toshinori put it back where it had been before. Or close enough, he hoped.

Turning his attention back to the mirror, he tried to smile, and it quickly became a grimace. Terrifying! That was the only way to describe it. The shadows that were already natural in the contours of his face collected at his eyes like they were black holes, sucking away the light, and even the soft glow of the bathroom brought out the sheen of those singular dots of sickly lime, pinpricks piercing their way through the darkness, unidentifiable and ominous.

“Oi,” a voice called from the other side of the door. “Food is ready.”

“Coming!” Toshinori cleared his throat, dropping his form back to its thinner state, hoping that Aizawa didn’t notice the thick baritone. “I’ll be there in a second.” He hurriedly replaced the bandages as best as he could and made his way back to the kitchen. “It smells fantastic, Aizawa-kun. How is your finger?”

Seconds passed before Aizawa replied, “It’s fine. It was just a knick.” His voice was closer, and Toshinori jumped when his fingers pushed at the gauze, resituating it. “How are your eyes?”

“Hard to tell at this point. Can’t really get a good look at them yet.”

Aizawa said nothing, and he took his wrists, leading him to the living room and down to the floor in front of the table. They ate in silence, and Aizawa occasionally reached over to wipe his face. “You don’t have to,” Toshinori said, at one point.

“So you’ve said.”

Once the bowls were cleared away, true to his word, Aizawa left Toshinori for a few minutes to run a bath, and when he returned, he pressed a wet palm against his knuckles. “Is it too hot?”

“No, it’s fine. Are you going to join me?” Aizawa grunted, and Toshinori waved his hands frantically. “That’s not what I meant, I --”

“Whatever. I get it.” They stood up and walked carefully to the bathroom. It was warmer now, and Aizawa gave Toshinori space to disrobe. He never heard his clothing fall to the floor, though, and could only assume Aizawa had taken them for him. He cupped his elbow. “Here.”

Toshinori carefully lowered himself into the hot water with a long, shuddering sigh. When Aizawa touched his face again, he stopped him. “Leave it, it’s fine.”

“They need to be changed.”

“I already did that.”

“Yagi.” Toshinori bit his lip, the smile that had reflexively come to his face falling flat. “You are the worst liar I have ever met. I don’t know why you insist on trying.” When he removed the bandages, Toshinori kept his eyes closed. Aizawa sighed. “The other week, a tourist asked me if they could buy me some tea and a meal.”

“That was kind of them.”

A huffed chuckle. “They thought I was homeless. I had just finished taking in a villain. To the people being attacked, I was a hero. To others, I was a vagrant. It’s just that you’re not going to be able to do anything about how people see you. Those who matter will see you for what you are.”

Toshinori raised his hands until he felt Aizawa’s face, the stubble on his cheeks, a few strands of hair. Aizawa didn’t move away, pressing forward instead until their forehead were touching. They breathed one another in over the hot water of the bath, and something touched Toshinori’s bottom lip, and he couldn’t tell if it was a finger or Aizawa’s mouth. But he did open his eyes, and Aizawa looked straight into them.

“Still you,” Aizawa said, grinning in the soft, subtle way he did too rarely. “Stubborn, foolish you.”

“Thank you, Shouta.”

And he thanked him again, several more times after, even as he got into the too-large bed with him. This time, Aizawa didn’t tell him to stop.

#my paperfics #boku no hero academia #erasermight #eraserhead #all might #toshinori yagi #aizawa shouta #hurt and comfort #that good ol standard

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taegijae-blog · 7 years

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BREAKFAST DELIVERY 10

pairing: 2jae

genre: fluff, if you squint there’s angst

word count: 3k

description: the school’s hottest boy im jaebum wants to get a certain boy’s number. but the first problem is: he’s unhappy and not eating.

status: completed

note: this was originally posted on wakaba’s wattpad @/jaeholics

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Thank God the day following that event was a Saturday, otherwise he'd have to shamefully face the two hearts he managed to break in one day.

Jaebum rolled around in his bed, hugging on the blankets, mumbling incoherently to himself. He felt like absolute garbage. Seeing that his alarm clock read 10:37, he slumped out of bed and dragged himself down to the bathroom. The house was empty as usual, meaning he could totally throw a party that night. If, you know, he didn't feel like dying. As he squirted some toothpaste onto his toothbrush and madly scrubbed his pearly whites, he groaned as he stared at himself in the mirror. He knew he was a good looking guy whose looks would attract mostly every gal or guy. After rinsing out his mouth, he smacked some water across the mirror and blurred the reflection of his sad-looking self. For once, he wished he was ugly. Jaebum tiredly zombie-walked his way over to the kitchen, checking the fridge for any food that possibly could've been left for him. Seeing that it was empty except for some eggs and milk, he already knew that his plans would be to go out for both lunch and dinner. Opening a cupboard, he grabbed a box of fruity cereal and dumped it into a ceramic bowl, pouring milk in after doing so. His dear cat, Nora, crawled up to his feet and rubbed herself against the skin lovingly. "At least you're here," he muttered under his breath, slurping some milk from his bowl as he made his way to the couch. He turned on the television and stared dully at the skin, allowing his pet to crawl onto his lap and rest there. Realizing that he hadn't checked his phone in a while, Jaebum reached for it since it was laying on the coffee table. He turned it on, only to be met with over a hundred missed text messages. annoyed, he unlocked his phone and saw that a particular someone added him to a chat group overnight after he fell asleep, which was the main cause of the overload of messages. He squinted at his screen while he scrolled through the messages. It took him a while to realize that those numbers were familiar to him: Jackson Wang, Park Jinyoung, and Choi Youngjae. The last message was sent a few hours ago, so he didn't bother sending anything to indicate that he read the chat. He put down his bowl of breakfast and became invested into the conversation they were having, feeling more and more uneasy. Nora jumped onto the table and quietly drank some of the milk as Jaebum's foot tapped in anxiousness. wango, 2 others [jype]: i'm muting this chat btw [wango]: bro I just want u to listen to my proposal [c.youngjae]: why do you even have my number?? [wango]: thats not important just listen rn [wango]: so jb hyung's like super depressed aight? [wango]: I HOPE HES READING THIS BTW WINK WINK [jype]: winking in text doesn't do anything [wango]: anyway [wango]: i want all three of you to meet up [wango]: and work this out together [wango]: i'm not going to interfere bc this is a u guys issue!! [wango]: u gotta fix it urselves arasso?? [c.youngjae]: ...how tho [wango]: there's a nice place in town [wango]: it's called Cafe A [wango]: all of three meet up there by 3 and talk it out!! [wango]: idc if you're busy or not [wango]: (unless ur planning to meet ur family bc then please go ahead and do that first family is first priority) [wango]: ARASSO?? [jype]: our 'talk' isnt going to last long, you know. [jype]: theres not much I can say

[jype]: it's always been a one sided thing anyway [jype]: i know he likes youngjae way more than he likes me [jype]: and i'm okay with that. [jype]: i just don't want to be thrown away because of that 'love' he has for him. [jype]: you reading this, youngjae? [c.youngjae]: yes, hyung... [jype]: good. [jype]: i don't hate you or anything. it's not like that.

[jype]: it's true that ive liked him since middle school [jype]: but I always knew that it'd ended up being like this [jype]: and how he isn't the kind of person to fall for his best friend [jype]: so I prepared myself for when this sort of thing happens [jype]: it won't bother me, youngjae. go ahead and date him. [c.youngjae]: hyung, i [c.youngjae]: ...you have to understand that i don't really like him at the moment [c.youngjae]: i'm not sure if i'd agree to that [jype]: that's a shame [jype]: because a really great guy has a huge crush on you [jype]: and it's a waste for you to be ignorant about that. [wango]: ... [wango]: hoh my god [wango]: i'm a rly good problem fixer

[wango]: jinyoung?

[wango]: u still there?

[wango]: i guess not

[jype]: i have plans for today. i'm not going to that cafe. [wango]: oh [wango]: well I guess it's fine now since u guys talked it out!! yeah!!! [wango]: youngjae, don't be discouraged! [wango]: both jaebum-hyung and jinyoung r amazing people [wango]: even tho they seem rly scary and act cold [wango]: its just their way of caring [wango]: ive known them for a long time [wango]: theyre literally the best friends ive ever had [wango]: jinyoung is a rly wise person, there's always a good reason to whatever he does [wango]: jaebum-hyung has sides to him that r like a dad or big brother that u can rely on [wango]: ... [wango]: youngjae??? [c.youngjae]: yeah [c.youngjae]: i'm listening [c.youngjae]: thank you, hyung [wango]: no problem man

[wango]: now go get that dick [c.youngjae]: ???? [wango]: jk jk lol [wango]: r u going to meet up w Jaebum-hyung at the cafe? it's a rly nice place I swear [c.youngjae]: maybe [c.youngjae]: i haven't heard what he says tho... [wango]: aw true [wango]: let me spam him brb [c.youngjae]: wait don't spam him;; what if he's just asleep?

[wango]:

ugh ur too nice

[wango]:

fine I won't

[wango]:

i'll go spam markiepooh instead♥️♥️

[c.youngjae]:

...right

[c.youngjae]: the other number in this chat is Jaebum-hyung, right?

[wango]: yep!! slide into his dms boy

[c.youngjae]: ;;

Jaebum instantly realized the doom he was about to face.

"No, no, no, no, no!" He literally screamed at his phone, trying to do everything to prevent Youngjae from knowing.

It was probably too late.

[c.youngjae]: ?

[c.youngjae]: wait

[c.youngjae]: but

[c.youngjae]: ;;

[c.youngjae]: isnt that defsoul-hyung's number...

[c.youngjae]: ...it is

[c.youngjae]: hyung.

[c.youngjae]: ... [jaybee]: are you mad at me? [c.youngjae]: no

[c.youngjae]: even though I did just find out you were double tricking me

[jaybee]: i never meant to make fun of you or anything

[jaybee]: about that party

[jaybee]: i knew bambam only as 'def soul'

[jaybee]: i'm sure you can also tell that he doesn't like me bc im known as that rude, popular shit called im jaebum

[jaybee]: and rapmon told me to come anyway

[jaybee]: btw his real name is namjams

[c.youngjae]: what's your point

[jaybee]: i want to have a second chance

[jaybee]: i know ive been a horrible person, hiding behind two identities just so I could talk to you

[jaybee]: please

[jaybee]: i only ever wanted to cheer you up

[c.youngjae]: ...

[c.youngjae]: i feel stupid for sending you all those messages

[c.youngjae]: no wonder you knew where I was and that I didn't have an umbrella

[c.youngjae]: i feel like you've played me and you probably did

[c.youngjae]: but the def soul hyung I know is a caring person

[c.youngjae]: and if youre him

[c.youngjae]: then I can hope that your kindness is just as genuine

[c.youngjae]: because I think it's impossible to fake kindness like that

[c.youngjae]: let's meet up at three and talk

[jaybee]: i'll be there

[jaybee]: i won't be late.

Read at 11:07 AM ✓

His phone read 2:57 by the time he spotted Jaebum. He was standing right outside the promised cafe, scrolling through his own phone with his legs crossed. It surprised Youngjae to see that he was wearing a pair of wire-rimmed glasses and an oversized sweater, contrary to his usual attire of trendy clothes that showed off his nice build. He looked pretty hot, to be honest. Youngjae shook that thought out of his mind and approached Jaebum, acting as though he wasn't just staring at him a minute prior. "It isn't 3 yet," Youngjae said quietly, stuffing his hands into his hoodie. "I've been here for ten minutes. I just didn't want to be late," Jaebum replied with a tiny grin as if he wanted the younger's approval. Youngjae scoffed and went ahead into the building, ruining the other's plans of opening the door for him. They went up to the counter, both of them staring at the menu in a similar way. Both of their eyes twitched, cursing at Jackson mentally. "I'm glad Jinyoung decided not to come," Jaebum whispered to the other, faking a smile for the person behind the cash register. "Welcome to Cafe A, one of the first couples' cafe in this town," she smiled enthusiastically, probably a bit overwhelmed on the inside because she had two male customers coming together in her hands. Youngjae hid his face into a hand in embarrassment, and Jaebum wanted to die on the spot. "Would you like to order our monthly special 'love potions?'" she asked, pointing to the piece of paper on the counter. "No," Youngjae and Jaebum said simultaneously. Flustered because of how rude that sounded, Jaebum laughed sheepishly and shook his head. "I'll just have an iced Americano. And, Youngjae..." Youngjae squinted at the menu above them, saying, "I'll have some water." Jaebum's face abruptly switched to one of shock, nudging the younger gently with his elbow. 'Eat,' he mouthed. Youngjae grumbled, feeling like he was just scolded by his mother. "Nevermind. I'll have a melon smoothie." "Alright. that will be ₩6,500." His hand reached into his pocket to grab his wallet, but the taller Jaebum stopped him before he could go any further. Instead, he took out his own wallet and paid using a card. Youngjae squinted his eyes at the other. I bet he just wanted to show off. Stupid seniors. "Thank you. Please come to pick up your order once this starts to buzz," she said while handing over the circular device to Youngjae, who almost dropped it.To the surprise of both, she leaned forward and gestured for them to come closer. "The third floor is popular with... couples like you two," she whispered with a grin. Both boys shook their heads, trying to insist that they weren't that sort of couple. She didn't listen, only grinning happily. 'You guys are so cute!' she mouthed while making a thumbs up, leaving the two speechless as they searched for a table. "Maybe we should go to the third floor," Youngjae was heard mumbling. "But we're not a couple, unfortunately," Jaebum remarked, putting emphasis on the last word to express that he really did think it was unfortunate. "I mean, I'd be more than happy if we were, but-" "The people here are staring at us." Youngjae gestured with a subtle tilt of his chin, completely ignoring what the other had to say. It was true, though; quite a few of the other couples enjoying their food seemed to be whispering at the two. Jaebum scoffed and marched towards the staircase, Youngjae following quickly to avoid any more odd gazed from anyone there. As promised by the girl at the cash register, the third floor was filled with... ...gay. Youngjae's eyes couldn't ignore the variety(?) of couples that were there, enjoying their time together. At one table in the corner, there was someone resembling a llama sitting across from someone who appeared like a girl. He couldn't tell, that person just had long hair. At the opposite side of the room, he spotted a couple that consisted of someone narrow-eyed with bright mint hair, nodding at his partner, who had a radiant smile, while he ranted. At another table they passed by were two people who didn't stand out in particular except that they seemed to be speaking completely in Chinese. Beside their table were two rather young looking guys, the foreign-looking one teaching his partner how to say simple words in English. "I don't think there are any open tables, hyung..." Youngjae remarked with a pout after searching around the room. Jaebum nodded, thinking that they might end up having to sit outside or something. Just then, someone tapped his arm. he turned around to see two rather tall guys sitting at the table nearby, one of them looking highly emo. "Are you looking for a table? Ae can just move our stuff, there's space for you guys," the person who tapped his arm offered, his canine teeth showing as he smiled. "Oh, sure. Thank you." Once the other guys moved their belongings, Youngjae took the seat that was on the cushiony couch and Jaebum sat on the chair. "Are you guys from JYP high?" the person asked, sipping on his ice coffee. Jaebum nodded, leaning back while putting an arm over the chair in an assertive way. "We're from Pledis," he replied, making Jaebum go “Ooh.” No wonder they were wearing nice clothes and looked as though they had their hair done professionally. Although Pledis was a small school, it was a costly place to attend and its students sure did prove that. "God, I would've screamed if you guys were from SM." Almost everyone in the room quieted down when hearing that name as though it was a taboo. SM's school had the roughest teachers and classes by far, and its roughness most likely rubbed off on its students. The device Youngjae held flashed red lights out of nowhere and started buzzing, startling him. Jaebum took it from his hand and headed downstairs in order to grab their drinks. Once he was gone, the high-key emo person who hadn't said a thing leaned over to Youngjae. "Your boyfriend's hot," he said quietly. Youngjae's face flashed a bright pink. "He's not my boyfriend! I'm not dating him," he argued and pouted again. "Really? I think he likes you from the way he looks at you, though," the person sitting across said with a wiggle of his eyebrows. "What's his name?" "Im Jaebum." Someone dropped their fork in the distance as the person almost choked on his straw. "That's... him? He's Im Jaebum?" he asked, clearly as confused as Youngjae was. someone a few tables next to them whispered, “Holy shit, that was Im Jaebum?” "Yes?" Youngjae tilted his head, not understanding what all the fuss was about. "Goodness," he sighed while shaking his head. "He's a literal legend at Pledis." Youngjae's eyebrows furrowed in confusion. "What do you mean by that?" "How do you, his boyfriend, not know about this?" he fanned himself with his hand, accidentally hitting himself in the face. Embarrassed, he cleared his throat. "Anyway, the Pledis legend. Im Jaebum. He used to go to Pledis for his freshman year, I think. But somehow, he ended up becoming the school's first ever student to be full on expelled." Youngjae's mouth dropped when hearing this. He wasn't even sure if his best friends Jinyoung or Jackson knew about this. "One of the biggest idol companies—you know, the ones with idol groups and all that—scouted him during his freshman year, right on our campus. The story about that flew all over school and he became a living legend. Everyone wanted to his friend." "How come you didn't recognize him earlier if he's that well known?" Youngjae asked in a dazed tone, not quite able to wrap his head around all the information he just absorbed. "Are you kidding me? He used to be one of the shortest guys in the class. He had mushroom hair and wore huge glasses every day." "Okay..." Youngjae peered over to the staircase to see if was Jaebum was back or not. He wanted to hear more of the details, wishing he wouldn't be back for another five minutes. "Well, why was he expelled?" "There was this group of seniors that made fun of him a lot, and I guess he was just fed up with him," he explained with a shrug, shaking around his cup. "What did he do?" "He poisoned them." That was the point where Youngjae didn't believe the story anymore. "No, that's stupid—" "He baked them a nice batch of cookies that made them vomit the next day. They told the principal on him," the boy paused in order to snap his fingers, "and just like that, he was gone." Youngjae was speechless, only his eyes blinking as the rest of his body was frozen. He was so confused, mostly because he couldn't believe that someone who seemed genuinely kind like the 'Def Soul' person he knew would do such thing. At the staircase, he could see a glimpse of Jaebum walking up with two cups in his hands. "Are you afraid that he'll do something like that again?" the person asked. "If you are, I don't think you should be. I can tell his attitude has changed a lot since freshman year, and he's probably trying to get a fresh start." Jaebum sat back down in his seat across from the still shocked Youngjae. He waved his hand in front of him, wondering if he was even alive. "Yah, Im Jaebum!" the person smacked his arm out of nowhere. “What—ah, shit," Jaebum cursed under his breath once he realized that that person currently attended pledis, the place of his unforgettable past. "I can't believe it's actually you. hey, i'm mingyu. remember me?" Jaebum's eyes widened as though he was reminded of something unpleasant, but he played it cool and sighed. "Yes, yes, I do. What do you want?" The one sitting across from mingyu tapped his watch, indicating something about time. He nodded his head and hurriedly threw on his jacket, grabbing his things. "Sorry, I would talk more but there's something I have to do." Before he left the table, he leaned down towards Jaebum's ear and whispered softly.

“Don't break that cutie's heart, okay?”

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