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Good Luck Egg Chapter One: Welcome Egg

Summary: Jace Targaryen was one of the eldest siblings of his two mothers and when he found out they would be having yet another child he was both excited and nervous. His baby brother, Egg, would have to navigate life through their crazy family so as any good brother would do he started creating video diaries to give him advice for the future.

Chapter Summary: When his mother goes into labor early Jace struggles to wrangle all his siblings together to get to the hospital and meet their little brother

Pairing: Alicent Hightower x Rhaenyra Targaryen, Jace Velaryon x Sara Snow, Cregan Stark x Helaena Targaryen

Warning: some language

Words: 5,262

A/N: This is high-key written like a sitcom and is Jace-centric (since he's Teddy in this fic), also muña means mother in High Valyrian

The house was mostly quiet for once. The only sound came from the TV, a humming signaled the beginning of the theme song. Rhaenyra turned up the volume enthusiastically. She glanced down at her bowl of strawberry ice and frowned. Taking the whipped cream topping in hand she added more until it was a mountain that buried the ice cream, only then was she satisfied. She took a spoonful and smiled.

Rhaenyra never felt fully comfortable when she was in her final trimester of pregnancy even when she had done it several times. However, to her, the best thing about being pregnant was that she could eat anything without her wife bringing up how “unhealthy” it was. She could say it was cravings and her wife moved on.

The screen lit up with the colors of her favorite fantasy series. Without hesitation, she took another spoonful. A sharp pain came from her abdomen.

“Ow”, she huffed. Her eyes went to her stomach. “All your brothers were easy, why aren’t you?”

She swallowed the ice cream and turned back to her TV. Her favorite family drama show was on. She had yet to catch up to the current season like her son had but with the rest of the kids out of the house, she could watch her show without having to worry about them walking into the awkward parts.

Another pain came from her abdomen. She gripped the remote tightly. She winced. Slowly, Rhaenyra turned off the TV and put down her plate. She could barely adjust to sitting on her own couch. Every time she would end up rolling. Gods she forgot how much she hated this feeling.

“Alicent”, Rhaenyra called.

The sound of boots clicking in the kitchen got her attention and before long, her wife walked into the living room.

“What is it?” Alicent asked.

“I’m going into labor”, Rhaenyra sighed.

Alicent’s eyes popped open. “What?! But you’re not due yet!”

“Well take that up with him.” Rhaenyra gestured at her stomach. “Unfortunately, I’m running on his time, not the doctor’s or mine apparently.”

Alicent scanned the couch for her purse. “Okay, okay”, panic edged in her voice. “A bit of a hiccup but it's fine.”

Alicent grabbed the purse which was thrown lazily on the floor. “Okay, I have our stuff here. Do you want me to bring you a robe and slippers?”

Rhaenyra bit in inside of her cheek as another round of pain resurfaced. “We don’t have time for that, my love.”

Alicent helped Rhaenyra to her feet. Rhaenyra threw on her sweater and casually walked toward the door with an anxious Alicent behind her.

Rhaenyra looked over her shoulder and then smirked. “Ready for baby number eight?”

Alicent was practically shaking. “Gods no, but let’s do this.”

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Jace wanted to throw his controller on the couch. He had lost another video game match with Cregan. His best friend was smiling but he was not. How after so many times playing had he not improved at all? He thought at least with the new combo he had, he thought he could get one victory over Cregan but nothing.

He rolled his eyes at the TV. “This is rigged.”

Cregan threw back his head and laughed. “Keep telling yourself that.”

“This is your game and console. I wouldn’t be surprised if you had done something.”

“I only play games, Jace, I’m not a tech wizard that’s your brother.”

“I bet he did help you.”

A ring broke through the conversation. Cregan picked up his phone but saw his screen was pitch black.

“Jace, I think it’s yours.”

Jace shuffled through his pocket and pulled out his phone. The word ‘Mom’ lit up the phone. He answered.

His face scrunched a bit in confusion. “Mom, what’s up?”

“Um”, he could hear the nervousness in his mom’s voice. “Your mother went into labor early.”

Jace sat up on the couch. “But I thought the baby wasn’t coming for a least like two weeks. Is Muña okay?”

“Yes. Yes. Your mother is okay.”

A scream came from the background. “Alicent, can you drive any fucking slower?!”

“I’m talking to Jace”, his mom said.

“Watch the road!”, his muña yelled.

“I’m trying to”, his mom responded in the calmest voice she could muster.

“You’re on your way to the hospital, right?” Jace asked.

“Yes, we are. Jace, I’m so sorry to ask this but can you please bring your siblings here? I can’t leave your mother alone.”

Jace nodded. “Yeah, of course. I’ll get bring them over as soon as possible.”

“Thank you, darling,” his mom said. With that, she hung up.

Jace had wanted to record a film from their short film, but it seemed that would have to wait. He turned toward his friend. “Cregan, I need to borrow your car, it’s for an emergency.”

Cregan sat up. “I heard everything your mom was screaming, let’s go.”

“Believe it or not that’s her calm.”

Cregan threw the car keys at Jace, who caught them with one hand. They got into the car and Jace turned on the engine. He glanced between himself and his friend at their uniforms, it was for their film, but he didn’t have time to change. Whatever.

“Do you know where you’re going?” Cregan asked.

Jace nodded. “Yup, theater rehearsal.”

The younger teen was practically speeding until they got to the parking lot of their local high school. It was a weekend so few cars were in the lot when Jace pulled into an empty space. He turned off the car and ran toward the auditorium, with Cregan close behind. The two opened the doors to the building. Inside were other teenagers dressed in costumes reading over a script. Jace scanned the group assembled.

“See 'em?” Cregan asked.

“No.”

Jace opened the doors to the stage. On top of the stage, he saw a couple rehearsing some overly dramatic monologue while staring into each other’s eyes. Behind them was a group of teenagers dressed as fairies with cheap plastic wings. In the corner of the stage, she saw a girl with light hair dressed as a tree.

“Helaena,” Jace called out.

The couple stopped monologuing. The guy looked annoyed. “I thought we locked that door.”

Jace smiled awkwardly. “Sorry to interrupt, family emergency.”

Helaena in her tree costume made her way down to the stairs. The closer she got the more Jace was struggling to not laugh at his sister’s odd costume. She looked as if she could barely move with her arms stuck at her sides where the trunk of the tree was.

“Jace, I’m at rehearsal”, Helaena reprimanded softly.

“I know. I know but it’s muña. She went into labor.”

Helaena’s eyes widened. “But I thought she wasn’t due yet.”

“She isn’t but the baby calling the shots here.”

Helaena nodded. “Okay, let me get out of this stupid costume. They can find another tree in the meantime.”

Jace helped Helaena unzip the back and she tossed off the tree costume. Underneath her costume though was a camo jumpsuit, supposedly to match the tree. Jace didn’t bother to bring this up. They raced back to the car. Jace jumped into the driver’s seat but found that Cregan was no longer in his passenger’s seat. The rearview mirror showed he was now in the backseat with his sister. Jace shook his head.

“Hel, do you know where everything else is?”

“Aegon and Daeron are at Ben Blackwood’s party”, Helaena admitted.

“Ben Blackwood is having a party today?” Jace asked.

“Yes, they didn’t want to tell mom and muña. You have to keep it a secret”, Helaena demanded.

“Fine. Fine.” Jace then groaned. “Crap. How are we going to find his house?”

Cregan leaned close to Jace. “He lives in Ravenhall.”

“How do you know that?” Jace inquired.

Cregan glanced to see if Helaena wasn’t paying attention. “I used to date his sister, Aly.”

Jace’s face scrunched together. “You’ve never brought this up.”

“It was a long time ago.”

Jace sighed then started the car and pulled out of the parking space. As he began driving, he saw Cregan lean closer to Helaena in the rearview mirror.

Cregan swallowed nervously. “So, are you a big theater person?”

“I like it, so I guess.”

“Cool. Um, what play were you doing?”

“A Midsummer Night’s Dream”, Helaena replied.

“Oh really? My teacher made me read that book for literature. It’s got a lot of freaky magic and stuff.”

Helaena smiled. “I know, right? I think that’s why I like it so much; it stands out from Shakespeare’s other work.”

Cregan smiled. “Yeah, it's awesome.”

Jace wished he could be anywhere else than inside this car and being forced to live through this conversation.

The neighborhood of Ravenhall was luckily close to where the school was. The security guard at the gate was nice and let them in once Jace said they were going to the Blackwood’s. The man asked if they were Brackens and Jace said no. He was confused about what was going on between the Brackens and Blackwoods but that was not the main objective. As Jace got closer to the house, he could see cars surrounding the house. The music from the backyard was playing loud enough that he could hear it from the front.

“You’d think for a house party, they’d be more lowkey about it.”

Helaena pointed at the fence, suddenly. “Look the gate is open.”

Jace nodded. “Come on let’s these two.”

The three of them slipped through the half-closed gate. When Helaena told him it was a party, Jace had not expected this. There was a bounce house beside the pool where children around the age of ten were playing. A clown was face painting a little kid, while another clown made balloon animals. A pile of presents was in the corner next to a large table with an ocean cake. A banner above spelled out ‘Happy Birthday Sam!’ in big blue bubble letters.

Jace stared at the scene before him. “Cregan?”

“Yeah?”

“This is the Blackwood house, right?”

“I swear it is.”

“Helaena?” Jace asked.

“I swear they said they were going to Ben Blackwood’s party”, Helaena replied.

“This is a kid’s party”, Jace pointed out.

“Um, Jace.” Cregan nudged his rib.

Jace turned and saw Aegon and Daeron sitting in beach chairs beside the pool. Their legs were sprawled out as they laid back on the chairs, juices in hand. Without a word, Jace walked over to them. His older brother, Aegon was quick to notice him.

“Hey, you were invited too?” Aegon asked.

Jace looked down at his two brothers. Both of them were wearing Hawaiian shirts with cargo pants and straw hats. Their accessories consisted of flip-flops, sunglasses, and a capri-sun in hand. Aegon even had sunscreen on his nose.

Jace sighed. “I don’t have the time to ask you why right, just know you need to come with us.”

“They’re cutting the cake soon, though”, Aegon complained.

“Muña’s having the baby”, Jace said.

Aegon sat up. “Wait, how?”

“I’ll explain in the car.”

The group hastily left through the open gate and shuffled back into Cregan’s car. Jace started the ignition and then turned back to the backseat.

“Okay, where’s Aemond?”

“At a friend’s house”, Daeron mentioned.

“Can you be more specific?” Jace asked.

“That girl he hangs out with, Alys Rivers,” Daeron added.

“Alright we need to hurry, mom and muña should have gotten to the hospital by now.” Jace began speeding down the road. His eyes occasionally went back to the mirror. He caught a look at Aegon and Daeron’s clothing again.

Jace cleared his throat. “So, are you guys going to explain why you were at a ten-year-old’s birthday party?”

Daeron chuckled while looking at Aegon. “This should be good. Go on tell him.”

Aegon buried his face behind his hands. “So, I heard a rumor that Ben Blackwood was going to have a party this weekend and Blackwood is one of the most popular guys at school…”

Jace asked. “And?”

“When we were in class, I commented that it sounded cool and that I could help out. He invited me and told me to bring my little brother so he could have fun too. I brought Daeron with me to the Hawaiian pool party he told me about. Turns out it's a party for his little brother, Samwell and when he told me to bring my little brother, he meant to bring Joffrey 'cause they go to the same school.”

Jace bit his hand to hold back a laugh. Unfortunately, a snort escaped.

Aegon rolled his eyes. “Yeah. Yeah. Real funny. Laugh it up.”

Daeron suddenly stood up from his seat. “Wait Jace, that’s her neighborhood, you’re passing by it!”

“Shit!” Jace gripped the wheel and abruptly turned it without warning.

Daeron who was standing, hit his head against the roof of the car. Aegon crashed into Daeron’s chest and then Helaena fell against Cregan. He immediately heard sounds of pain form the backseat. Jace was sure whatever he pulled was illegal, but he frankly didn’t care. However, he didn’t hear the end of it from his siblings until they arrived at the front door of Alys’ apartment.

Jace knocked on the front door, impatiently.

The person who answered was just as irritated as him. A guy wearing a long green cloak and riding boots glared at him. “What do you want?”

“Is Aemond here?” Jace almost growled.

The guy sneered. “We’re in the middle of something.”

Cregan stepped in front of Jace. “Let me handle this.”

The Stark was much taller than Jace despite the fact he was only a year older. His gray eyes bore down at the guy. “Either get Aemond or move out of the way.”

The guy was shaking when he turned over his shoulder. “Aemond.”

Aemond came around the corner. “Has the food arrived? Shall we finally feast?”

His older brother’s face fell when he saw them. Jace stared wide-eyed. Whatever annoyance he felt before was gone. His brother wore a long wig with an eye patch covering his right eye. He was wearing black pants, a black leather tunic, and a black leather trench coat. By his side was a fake sword attached to a belt. Aegon was the first to say something.

“Is that a wig?” He asked while slowly raising his phone to take a picture.

Aemond looked horrified. “What are you doing here?”

“Muña’s going into labor”, Jace explained.

Aemond stepped forward. “Now? Is she alright? Did mom get her to the hospital?”

“Yes, and we need to go”, Jace expressed.

Aemond nodded. “Okay.”

“But my Prince, we need you for the campaign”, the guy said.

Aegon was trying to keep in his laughter. “Prince?”

Aemond sighed. “Sorry, family emergency comes first.”

Jace knew they didn’t have time to continue this argument and closed the door on the guy.

“Car, now”, he directed his siblings.

They didn’t need to be told twice. Aemond rushed to the passenger’s side while everyone else went to the backseat again.

Jace took one look at his older brother. “Before we leave…a campaign?”

“And cosplay?” Daeron asked from behind.

“It’s not cosplay, it’s for an original character”, Aemond explained.

“So, an OC?” Daeron asked.

Aegon furrowed his brows. “How do you know what that is?”

Daeron crossed his arms. “No reason.”

“Is that from the fantasy show you and Muña watch?” Helaena asked with a smile.

Aemond avoided looking at them. “Yes.”

Jace smiled. “Hey, at least you’re hanging with friends.”

Aegon leaned back in his seat. “Yeah, wait till we tell mom and muña when we get to the hospital now that everyone’s here.”

Aemond glanced back at the mirror to take in those present. Then he looked at Jace. Slowly, Jace’s brown eyes widened.

“Oh my god, we’re still missing Luke and Joffrey!” Jace yelled.

Aemond stared in disbelief. “I thought you already got them.”

“Obviously not! Do you see them in the trunk?”

Aegon actually turned back to look inside the trunk. “Yup not there.”

Cregan looked at the Targaryen. “You thought I would put them in the trunk?”

“I mean saves space. Also, Luke deserves it depending on the day, especially when he’s always messing with the neighbor.”

Jace straightened up. “Wait. Wait. Say that again.”

“He’s always messing with the neighbor?”

Jace started the car. “I know where Luke is.”

“Terrorizing Ms. Velaryon, no doubt”, Aemond sighed.

Jace made it quickly to the house. He refused to get out of the car and Aemond opted to be the one to knock on the front door. From what Jace could see from across the street, their neighbor, Ms. Velaryon answered the door. Her usual scowl was on her features when she opened the door. Aemond said something before she went back inside though curiously left the door open. Not even a minute went by when she came out dragging Luke by the collar of his shirt. His younger brother had a smirk on the entire time as she seemed to complain to Aemond about Luke. Eventually, she closed the door and Aemond walked with Luke back to the car.

Jace lowered his window as they approached. “Do I even want to know?”

Aemond tilted his head. “Apparently, he broke in through her cat’s door and tried to ‘prank’ her by putting blue hair dye in one of her hats.”

Jace shifted to his younger brother. “Luke?”

“She said blue is her favorite color, I don’t see the problem.”

Jace looked at Aemond who was back inside the car. “He didn’t dye her hair, right?”

Aemond looked over his shoulder. “No. Ask him what happened instead.”

Jace turned at Luke. For the most part, his brother looked fine. His shirt was a bit wrinkled from where Ms. Velaryon grabbed his collar. However, his shoes were fine as was his baseball cap. Jace’s eyes narrowed. Luke’s curls weren’t sticking out of the cap. He couldn’t see his brother’s hair at all. It was all tucked inside.

“Luke, the cap.”

Slowly, his brother reached for the cap and took it off, revealing a head full of blue hair.

Aemond sighed. “Yup.”

“I might have mixed up the hats I was supposed to dye”, Luke elaborated.

Jace could only stare. A moment passed before he turned back to the road and shifted the gears into drive.

“Where’s Joff?” was all he felt like asking anymore.

“Mom mentioned that he was at a field day event”, Luke answered.

Jace picked up his phone and began to call someone as they made their way to the park where Joffrey was having his field day. As they approached the park, Jace saw the crowd gathered. He stepped out of the car and ran toward the group. The children were wearing different colors from their respective teams. Joffrey was sitting on a bench with a teenage girl beside him. His brother was wearing a jersey with the name Targaryen on it. However, dirt had gotten on the jersey, his shorts, shoes, and somehow his face.

Jace smiled at the girl. “Hey, thanks for helping me get Joffrey.”

The girl smiled in return. “You don’t have to worry about it, I didn’t mind especially with Rickon participating in this too.”

Jace glanced at her shirt. Team Stark was written in silver letters.

“You guys winning?”

“Well, sort of.”

“What do you mean? You’re always good at sports.”

“Sadly, the sign-up age was from seven to ten, so I missed the mark”, she joked. “Instead, I’m on water bottle and moral support duty.”

Jace chuckled. “Maybe next time I can come and be the moral support of the moral support?”

He wanted to smack himself. God that sounded so stupid.

She leaned close and gave him Joffrey’s backpack. For a second, their fingers touched. “Definitely would like the support next time.”

Jace nodded while he tried to ignore his heart beating in his ears. “Yeah, of course, I’ll see you soon, Sara.”

Sara gave a smile. “See you soon, Jace.”

Jace watched as she walked away by the time she left his sight, Jace realized Joffrey was halfway to the car. He rushed after his brother. Once he got into the car, Jace mentally counted the people inside the car. He had managed to get the last of his siblings. Now, they could go meet up with their mothers.

The hospital was busy when they got there. Jace, his siblings, and Cregan passed by dozens of patients in the waiting room. He walked up to the nurse in the front.

“We’re here to visit, Rhaenyra Targaryen. She’s having a baby”, Jace explained.

The nurse glanced at the seven other people who he was with. “Sorry, I can’t allow that many people inside of the room while she’s in labor.”

“But we’re her kids”, Jace insisted.

This time the nurse’s eyes bulged, and she again glanced at the large group. Jace recognized the surprise in her eyes. He was used to it, being in a big family and such. Now his muña was going to have an eighth.

“I’m sorry I still can’t allow all of you inside during the labor.”

“What about like two of us?” He asked.

“Okay but only two.”

Jace turned back to his siblings. “Guys I’m going to check up on Muña and Mom, Aemond are you going too?”

Aemond glanced at Joffrey who was standing in front of the vending machine. “Yeah, someone just keep an eye on him.”

Jace and Aemond went down the hallway and found the room fairly quickly. Jace opened the door. His muña was lying on a bed while wearing a hospital gown and his mom was sitting in a chair beside her. Upon hearing the door creak open they both turned to him and Aemond. His muña gave him her usual bright wide smile.

“Jace. Aemond. You’re both here.” She reached out her arms.

Jace hugged her followed by Aemond. His mom stood from her chair then captured both of them in a hug.

“Oh Gods, I’m so glad you made it. Are the rest of your siblings here too?” His mom asked.

“They’re in the waiting room”, Aemond said.

His muña rubbed her belly. “That’s good. That’s good.”

“How’s everything been?” Jace inquired.

“Um”, his mom fidgeted with her nail.

Jace’s stomach dropped. That was never a good sign.

“The doctor is running late”, his mom explained.

“What do you mean running late?” Jace asked. “I’ve been running around trying to get everyone here, if anything I should be considered running late. How is he running late?”

“There was an accident on the highway and he’s stuck in traffic”, his muña expressed wearily.

“Wait but if he’s not here what happens?” Aemond asked.

“The nurses will have to help”, his muña said.

Jace scoffed. “So, the guy who we’ve been seeing for nine months for this exact delivery isn’t even here?”

“Jace, it's fine I’ve done this before. You have one example here and the others in the waiting room. I’ll be fine.”

She winced for a moment. “Just wait outside, don’t worry about me.”

Jace begrudgingly went outside and Aemond closed the door behind them. When they walked back into the waiting room, Jace excused himself and went outside toward the vending machine. Outside was fairly empty. Jace wanted to hit the machine, shake it, anything. He couldn’t just stand there and be useless when something bad might happen to his muña.

He wanted the machine to just swallow his dollar and give nothing back. He wanted a reason to take out his anger on the machine. That didn’t happen. The machine dropped a bag of candy. Jace roughly pulled it out.

“Didn’t know you were that serious about candy.”

Jace turned around to see Cregan had followed him.

“Shouldn’t you be in the waiting room?” Jace asked.

“Shouldn’t you? It’s your family.”

Jace looked away. “I just needed a minute.”

“Something happen?”

“You shouldn’t worry about it. I already dragged you into enough as is.”

“Okay, first of all, drop the bullshit, Jace. I let you take my car and went to go with you. I wasn’t dragged into anything. Call me crazy but I like hanging out with you and your family. And also, as your future brother-in-law-”

Jace scoffed.

Cregan looked offended but only cleared his throat. “I repeat as your future brother-in-law, your family is going to be my family too, so they concern me too.”

Jace shook his head with an amused smile. “Right your future mother-in-laws.”

“Exactly. So, what’s up?”

Jace shifted his gaze. “The doctor’s running late.”

“How late?”

“Might not get here in time late.”

“Crap. Okay. Okay. What’s his name?”

“Dr. Gerardys. Why?”

“Jace, just let me handle it,” Cregan assured.

Jace made a face. “What are you going to do?”

“Don’t worry about it.”

“Everything you say makes me even more worried.”

Cregan put his hand on Jace’s shoulder. “Jace, for once let me help you.”

“Fine just don’t do anything like…illegal.”

“Says the one that made an illegal U-turn earlier.”

“That was a different scenario.”

Cregan rolled his eyes. “Sure.” His gray eyes shifted. “In the meantime, you might want to talk to Joff.”

“Why?”

Cregan gestured over past the vending machine. Joffrey sat alone in a seat, staring at his lap.

Jace nodded at Cregan. The two parted before Jace approached Joffrey. He sat beside his youngest sibling. Joff wouldn’t look at anything beside his lap, tough.

“Hey, what are you doing here by yourself?” Jace asked gently. “Everyone else is inside the waiting room.”

Joffrey kept his arms crossed. “Waiting for the baby, I know”, he said bitterly.

Jace immediately knew what was wrong. “You’re upset about the baby.”

“Why did Muña and Mom have another baby? We were just fine before. Now when they have a baby, they’ll only pay attention to him. Everyone else is always busy. Aegon likes to go out with his ‘cool’ friends, Helaena comes home late from her play stuff, Aemond tells me I wouldn’t understand his shows, Daeron does his martial arts and soccer every day, Luke is always planning some prank on Ms. Velaryon, and you’re out with Cregan making your films. With the baby, you’ll forget about me even more than you already do.”

Jace faced his brother. “Joff, that isn’t true. Look, if I’m being honest, I was caught off guard by the baby too. However, even if I’m a bit nervous, I know that I’ll love him just like I love you.”

Joffrey continued to pout.

“We don’t forget you, Joff. We just have our own things sometimes and can get caught up in them. But you’re still our little brother.”

“You won’t forget about me?”

“Never.”

“Even if I got third place in the field day today?”

“Hey, third place out of twenty isn’t bad.”

Joff finally smiled. “I won at tug of war with my team.”

“You did?”

“Yeah, I accidentally threw dirt at someone on the other team.”

Jace’s face scrunched together. “How do you accidentally throw dirt?”

“I mean I said it was an accident.”

Jace stared at his brother. “An accident?”

“Yeah. I also accidentally stepped on someone else’s foot.”

“I’m starting to think these aren’t accidents.”

Joffrey giggled. Jace just ruffled his dirty hair.

“Want to go back inside the waiting room?” Jace asked.

Joff nodded.

When they walked back to the waiting room, Jace sat next to Helaena while Joffrey rested his head on his shoulder. Eventually, Cregan came back inside from wherever he was and sat on the other side of Helaena. They waited in the office for fifteen minutes before the door to the waiting was slammed open. A man in a white lab coat hastily ran down the halls. Jace sat up. It was Dr. Gerardys.

Jace turned toward his brother, Aemond. “He’s here.”

Aemond sighed. “Thank the Gods.”

Jace leaned back into his chair. The stress left his body when he allowed himself to relax his muscles. Half an hour went by when a nurse called their last name. Jace gently awoke Joffrey, who had fallen asleep.

Helaena took Joffrey by the hand and walked ahead toward the hospital room. Aemond followed behind with Aegon and Daeron, whose flip-flops squeaked against the white glossy tiles. Luke walked just ahead of Jace and Cregan.

“I’m surprised the doctor got here so fast”, Jace commented to himself.

“A little bit of persuading helps move things along”, Cregan mused.

Jace turned to his best friend and narrowed his eyes. “What did you do?”

“A little bit of persuading.”

“What did you do? And should I be concerned that it was illegal?”

“I just grabbed his business card at the front desk and gave him a call.”

“What did you say on the call?”

“I may have said something along the lines of a car accident being the least of his concerns if he’s late.”

“You didn’t. Cregan, you didn’t.”

“Motivation helps.”

Jace rubbed his temple. “Oh, my Gods.”

“Jace, hurry”, Helaena called.

They shuffled inside the hospital room. His mom was sitting beside the bed with a smile on her features. She gestured for them to get close. His muña was sweaty with her hair slightly tied as she held a bundle in her arms. Her eyes gleamed when she saw them enter the room.

“Kids, come over here”, she beckoned. “Come meet your baby brother.”

They approached her side. Jace smiled when he saw him. The blue blanket did little to hide his face. His tiny cheeks were red and round. His eyes were closed shut as he slept. His fingers were wrapped around his muña’s gown. Small strands of light hair were on the top of his head.

“Do you have a name for him?” Jace asked softly.

“We were actually talking about that”, his mom replied.

His muña scoffed playfully. “We can think about that later, let’s get a picture of the whole family.”

His mom scanned the room. “Oh, Gods where did I put that camera?”

Cregan grabbed the camera from a seat. “I got it.”

His muña smiled gently. “Cregan, would it be alright if you took a picture?”

Cregan smiled. “Got you, Mrs. T.”

All of his siblings stood on both sides of his muña as she and his mom presented the baby in her arms.

Cregan grinned. “Say cheese.”

Jace smiled with his family. A flash went off.

“You guys look great”, Cregan commented as he looked at the photo.

The door creaked as a nurse came in. Jace watched the color slowly drain from her face as she saw them. Jace looked back at his family. He had nearly forgotten Aegon and Daeron’s beach attire, Aemond’s eye patch, Helaena’s camo jumpsuit, Luke’s blue hair, Joffrey’s dirtied appearance, and his and Cregan’s shirts from their film.

“Hi”, his mom greeted the nurse. “Would it be alright if you took a picture of all of us?” She looked at his friend. “Cregan, get in the photo.”

“Yes, ma’am.” Cregan rushed to take a spot by their side.

The nurse took the camera. Her face looked less than impressed with the family.

Joffrey was looking down at their news addition when he out loud he said, “He kind of looks like an egg. That’s what I’m going to call him, Egg.”

Jace gave an amused smile as the camera flashed.

The nurse sighed. “Good luck Egg, you’re going to need it.”

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dynamitedemonlord999 · 7 months

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(Ok I wrote this cause it’s been a while AND- it’s October… a special redhead’s birthday month. ALSO! Cause I’ve been playing a ton of Resident Evil)

Oct 1: Kirishima x fem reader

Firstly, Kirishima is a horror fan. In middle school he 100% went though an emo/punk/goth phase which you found out after he talked to Tokoyami during the dorm room reveal. You also found this out after seeing some pictures of him with his black hair but thicker eyeliner and a big, puffy, black hoodie which had a cheesy ‘Fangtastic’ vampire saying on the front. Colored in a bright, dripping, red. You couldn’t help out laugh as you looked at all his ‘sad boi’ pictures in one of his mother’s picture books.

And yes, Kirishima was Very embarrassed. Seeing this as a reason for you to not see him cool.

But his darker past aside, the only thing that he couldn’t let go besides his eyeliner. Was any entertainment related to horror games. Resident Evil being his favorite as it was a fantastic wild card with a great flavor for suspense and role playing. The puzzle solving, treasure hunting (his favorite parts), monster hunting, discovering the game’s history, the characters, art, ect. The only way he Ever liked to play horror games was in the dark with the volume up as loud as he could have it.

Although- his absolute FAVORITE THING EVER. Was when you were next to him playing along. Wether you like horror or not, seeing you panic, scream, or even throw the controller as something had startled you always had his chest burst with loud roars of joy. You were too cute, your determined face twisted and mixed with fear had him falling for you harder. But he felt as equally embarrassed as he Struggled with the game’s puzzles. Often giving you the controller so you could figure it out as you were the smarter out of the two. Although there had been a few times you both had given up and in defeat watched some YT videos for help.

On rare occasions, when there was a scary enough monster Or scene. You would have your revenge. For example:

You sat on your boyfriend’s couch, watching as he barged through a door (resident evil 2 reference- something I actually did lmao) you both only saw a dark hallway at the 3rd floor part of the building. As he ran through to save time suddenly something, a large blob, flew across your screen. In horror you watched as the character he was playing, Leon Scot Kennedy. Was thrown across the room. Loud screaming erupted as he tries to find his gun but was hit again. Shooting up from the couch you watched as you covered your eyes barely, screaming “RUN EJIRO RUN! ITS GONNA GET YOU! EEEEEIIIEEE!!” Literally jumping up and down and nearly breaking his controller you watched as Kirishima howled at the top of his lungs. “RUN! MOVE FASTER! AHHHHH GET AWAY GET AWAY! OH NO IM GONNA DIE- FUC- RUN IDIOT RUN!” Finally as he turned a corner he ran into a door, you watched as Kirishima with his life in the red zone. Was about to slam through the door but then suddenly the tv froze. You both held your breath as everything was Dead Silent, as the game turned to the scene of the door unlocking. As soon as it disappeared Kirishima boomed “GET IN THETE!” As he had realized Leon had frozen and a loud, demented, scene erupted from the speakers. Suddenly a large, 6 inch long, clawed, hand sliced Kirishima’s back, throwing him through the door as it slammed shut. Shooting up Kirishima finally grabbed his shotgun out and pointed it at the door. Only to find he was in a safe spot. Pausing the game and inhaling sharply Kirishima dropped the controller, covering his face and shaking his head as he walked out the living room “Oh my hell-“ he groaned. You sat there, nearly bursting in laughter as you heard him get water and taking loud and deep breaths. “Hey! You making fun of me in there?” You could only smile, causing him to moments later. Hand you the controller “Alright, let’s see you do it then.” Grinning you took the controller, healing up Leon and solving a quick puzzle before walking through the door. Not seeing any threats so far until- you gulped as a fleshy, red, figure hung upside down in the middle of the hallway. You slowly moved forward as you saw it had no eyes- meaning. It couldn’t see you. Slowly you moved, hearing Kirishima once again not breathe as though in fear it might hear you both from the real world. Slowly you keep toast the monster, as you found out to be a Licker later on. And opened then shut a door behind you, snapping your head and giving Kirishima a wicked grin as he sat speechless and amazed. “You owe me dinner now.” You grinned as you proudly placed the controller back into his hands.

You both enjoyed your time well spent regardless of it turned into a breaking the tules sleep over as you would be too scared to sleep alone. But he would always have you against the wall, wrapped in his soft, thick, blankets like a roll of sushi. Holding you while lightly scratching your back and running his fingers through your hair. Telling you everything was alright and he’s have his eye on the door all night. That nobody could get past his mountain of muscles and manliness. But from your soft and warm body against his, the smell of your body wash and hair products would always have him knocked out cold, snoring loudly, before you ever fell asleep.

But one Real jumpscare you never expected had you and Kirishima nearly in trouble. You were playing and running down a hallway, opening a door until suddenly, Mr X appeared and grabbed your neck, throwing you to the ground. You couldn’t help but yelp as you turned and began to book it. Running away from the danger. Until suddenly- a switch flipped and a light blinded you. A loud roar erupted from in front of you. Completely in shock you jumped too hard and fell off the couch, rolling on the floor as Kirishima made a high pitched, girlish, squeal, throwing a pillow before you heard someone shout louder than Both of you. “SHUT YOUR ASSES UP! SOME OF US ARE TRYING TO SLEEP YOU DAMN IDIOTS! THE HELL ARE YOU DOING THATS FREAKING YOUR DUMBASSES SO BAD HAH?!” Of course, it was Bakugou who had barged in and gotten you killed in the game as well as the TV as you almost had slammed into it. Huffing his chest he glared at you both “If I hear another PEEP out of one of you- I’m going to blow you off the face of the earth and send your ashes to Aizawa to expel for sounding like deranged banshees in here.” Slamming the door shut you heard him stomp off. With your heart still pounding, both you and your red head called it a night and got ready for bed. Since then you both worked much harder to not make another sound as you hadn’t realized how loud you two had been.

2nd Day: Kirishima x Fem reader

Kirishima absolutely loves fall. The spooky season, the change of clothes, the colder weather, changes of the color, and best of yet. All the new and fun events that come around. He loves to take you out to amusement parks, haunted houses/forests, concerts, and Halloween themed towns. Doing the many activities like roller coasters or escape rooms. He loves them all, even getting his face painted next to you. Kirishima is the type of boyfriend to take you to all his favorite shops to show you what reminds him of you, or buying it all for you then showing you later as a surprise. He enjoys jumping into piles of dried and dead leaves, saying it has a satisfying crunch that would be Perfect for asmrs. You best believe Kirishima will drag you out of bed, put you in a cute and witchy outfit or some other monster themed outfit to match his before a king you to any and every event his wallet can afford ever Saturday. Even if it was as simple as a coffee date and going home to watch movies or spend time together, to the craziest adventure and haunted delights you had ever encountered.

You however would have to fight him (or join him if you’d like) when it came to Halloween decorations. You swore it was almost a worse addiction than his obsession to watch Shark Week every day, the amount of crocs in his closet and drawers, or protein cups he’d buy himself. His room was so bombarded by boxes and posters of anything scary he could get his hands onto. Always talking about a nearby Halloween costume or decor store. Pulling you along to go and see EVERYTHING. You could guarantee he’d spend at least 100 US dollars in each Spirt like shop.

Day 4:

“Baaaabe! Let’s go to the haunted house!” “No!” You shouted as your boyfriend tugged your webbed, Halloween themed, sleeves. “Oh come on it won’t be that bad!” He grinned cheekily, “Kirishima! I said no!” You huffed, pulling away, crossing your arms as you shrunk a little. You liked scary things- it was just the aftermath of it that you were sick of dealing with. You Knew none of it was real, but for some reason your brain would decide ‘Hey, by not torture you? Is that really a shadow? Or a killer about to pop out and get you?’ It was exhausting, having your back to the wall as you scooted in the light, away from any darkness as fear gripped your heart tightly. The many weirded out faces from you classmates *cough* Bakugou mostly. You remember the many times he made fun of you and even would sometimes jump out and scare you. You’d never forgive him for the time he had apparently gotten bored and followed behind you, nice and quiet as you Finally had gotten over your fear when suddenly- the sound of sudden footsteps behind you, a loud “AHHHH!” Followed by what sounded like loud thunder. Nearly crapping your pants you ran off and screamed, running directly to Kirishima. Sobbing or just shaking out of fear as your strong, red headed, protector held you close. “Shhhh, it’ll be alright my Rose. I’ll protect you. You’re safe.” Word had gotten out Kirishima had figured it was Bakugou and had threatened him. Meaning Bakugou no longer was at your back. Either way, you still couldn’t forgive him, at least not easily if you decided to.

“Ok fine.” Kirishima stopped tugging and wrapped his arms around your waist before swiftly picking you up and throwing you onto his broad shoulders. “Haunted Forest! Here we come!” “EJIRO!” You shouted as you pounded his back. “Hey! Nice massaging job back there!” He chuckled. Finally after about 10 minutes as you hung there like caught prey, he let you go. A bright green band was put onto your wrist, you sighed as you didn’t know what to completely expect from This Large and very Spooky forest. “It’ll be ok babe, I’ve gotcha! I’ll be by your side the whole time. And we can hold hands!” He gave you a toothy grin, scoffing you pulled away, glaring at him. ‘After this, I’m going to kill him and bear hug him until I stop having nightmares.’ You thought.

Walking through wasn’t too bad- at first. You had walked under a seemingly old and beaten up archway, walking down a pathway with dark and thereby bushes surrounding you. “Woah! Look at that!” Kirishima pointed, looking up you saw from a distance on what seemed to be a cliff was a colorful dragon, roaring occasionally. ‘Maybe this isn’t so bad’ as you continued to walk through a sudden woman popped out from behind a bush. “COME INTO MY BROKEN KINGDOM HAVE YOU?! GET OUT! GET OUT! THE CURSE WILL HET YOU!” Almost reminding you of Maze Runner 2; her face was pale and had dark, black, lines coloring her face and body. Her dress a very dirty and seemingly old, red, dress. “Curse aye?” Kirishima asked, she suddenly began to gasp and make coughing noises that grossed some part of you out. As you walked past her she pointed towards you “YOU! YOU WILL DIE IN HERE! MUAHAHHAA!” Your brows furrowed as you snapped your head forward, stubbornness kicking in. ‘Oh yeah? I’ll show you I’m still standing over this-‘ a loud howl near your ear made you jump as the sounds of a woman moaning and screaming. “Quick! Quick young ones! Follow me!” A strange man ran in front of the pathway, you had jumped behind Kirishima who seemed to have no reaction but only coo at your nervousness.

Following the man you both had walked into a tavern where it was dark and smokey, the only lights was a low, red, one above your ceiling with cobwebs along with the very bright and colorful liquor bottles. “This town needs your help! Find the screeching woman on the bridge! Quickly! Before the monster comes in-“ sudden large bangs echoed on the large doors behind you. Whipping your head around you gasped as the door slammed again and a loud howl erupted “RUN NOW!” The man shouted, holding onto Kirishima you felt your heart jump as the door suddenly broke. An ugly fave with a large snout inhaled the smoke of the room. “Let’s go Rose!” Kirishima yelled, grabbing your arm and running with you as you both ran out the door. Suddenly the doors slammed open and the sound of thundering tapping that you were sure would break the wooden flooring. A pained yell erupted from the tavern, the man who had taken you both in was now ‘dead’.

You both ran through many twisting trees with Jack-o-lanterns, bay lanterns, and some projections of ghosts walking amidst you. The ‘dead’ forest seemed alive with lights and activity. As Kirishima held your hand and you by his hands firmly, he moved around the many ghosts until the sound of a river filled your ears along with the sounds of your hero’s tapping the now stone’s flooring. Looking around you realized past the many pale blue figures was the river. Looking around a woman suddenly weeping who looked Real compared to the other phantoms passed Kirishima. “Oh! Kirishima it’s her!” You pointed out. “Oh yeah! Hey miss?” Kirishima called for the woman who turned to you both, her face dripping with black tears as her eyes were purely white. “Help us! Help us! We’re all gone! We’re all stuck! Go to the castle! Go to the CASTLEE!” She suddenly bellowed, turning away as she began to suddenly wail. Kirishima took your hand and pulled you away “Wow-Pretty wild here huh honey?” You sighed, “it’s- not that bad.” “See? It’s not that bad. You just need to try new things. Besides-“ he stopped and held out his hands “besides can take your mountain of a man down!” As you looked at him unsure your eyes suddenly widened as a figure lived behind him, inhaling deeply you watched as the creature drew closer, it’s white eyes gleaming as it’s hokey like mask began to peer out. But it seemed to be a staggering 7 feet tall. As soon as you saw it’s shiny, long, fingers you had grabbed Kirishima, throwing him behind you as you faced the monster. “Wha- OH MY!” He yelped, as you grabbing him and booking it upon seeing it’s nearly three men wide bulk of a body. “Oh no- nu uh! Nope!” You shook your head furiously as you ran through the forest until suddenly a come olerle black figure ran towards you with yellow glowing eyes shouted at you. Making you scream as you practically ripped and yanked Kirishima’s arm out of place from running so hard until you finally ran towards another path, heading straight for the castle.

Part two coming out tomorrow! 10/4/2023

#mha fanfic #too many damn hashtags #kirishima x reader #Inktober

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beann-e · 3 years

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Haikyu characters reacting to their s/o screaming back at them

Nekoma Characters reacting to their s/o Screaming back at them

Read Part One Here

kenma

-it would not take much -_-

- Kenma doesn’t even notice he’s yelling at you or much less using his raised voice when talking to you

-he’s so used to screaming at kuroo through his mic that when he’s finally pissed off and bubbling ; it just happens after you try to ask him what he wants for dinner at the wrong time

-post time skip

“ go left “ The sound of the controller clicking swirled through the room as your boyfriends eyes followed the screen at every turn his character took “ kuroo I said go left “

“ uh which one ? “

kenmas face went into a straight line as kuroos body stiffened knowing he hadn’t been listening in the first place “ no wait which way I meant —which way “

“kuroo I said go left “

“ oh “

“ yeah — go left “ the strain in your boyfriends voice was evident

it showing off the sliver of annoyance he was trying to hold back knowing that you were somewhere in the same house

he hated for you to see him anything other than calm

Anytime he showed any bit of annoyance with you or even showed he was about to give you attitude you quickly shut it down. It was obvious to him who was the dominant one in the relationship and he had no problem with it

Honestly he was scared of what you would think when you finally saw him fly off the handle. Of course you’d seen him have an attitude he was a gamer that was normalized to have one after a lost game but, it wasn’t often he showed you that side because kenma doesn’t do losing

so what would happen if he finally got ticked off so badly due to something that was ‘just a game’ to you would you be scared?

he couldn’t help but think that you would run for the hills and then screw him over in the breakup and tell everyone he still wears tidy whities and forgets to go pee during gameplays unless you remind him by asking had he peed all day

“ hey du— “

“ don’t talk until you kill the leftover guys so we can win“

“ ken you don’t think I can multitask “ kuroos laugh fell into the room over kenmas headphones “ I used to do it everyday i was the captain of the vb team, I keep you in line “

“ sure sure — but are you watching your corners “

“ I keep everyone healthy , and i’m hot , plus I’m about to win this gam— I died “

the silence in the moment spoke volumes before kenma could

his hand grabbing the controller harshly as he refused to blink seeing the word loser flash in bright letters on his screen

Body growing hot and sweaty while he tried to hold in his anger and process what just happened so he could determine the next best course of action

Knowing , He just knew

The amount of trouble he’d get in if you walked in to hear him screaming at kuroo shouting words you hated when he used

He was trying to hold it all in

really he was

he just needed some quiet first just some silence to figure out how to calm himself down his brain going over serveral images of kuroo dead at the bottom of stairs maybe even him getting hit too hard with one of kenmas sets when they played 4 on 4matches

Anger only growing when he heard a voice pour in that he couldn’t figure out who it belonged to much less cared

“ hey ke— “

“ Do you ever fucking listen “ his voice was hard and threatening “ do you ever just shut the fuck up and “

he threw his headphones to his keyboard “ and listen — no you don’t— you go quiet and now here i am upset because you simply don’t listen — answer the questions i’m asking you— you fucking sea creature“

his body only growing hotter as his neck got red eyes darting for a person to scream at and take his anger out on

“ answer me “ he screamed pain eteched in his voice as he finally turned to find you

a look crossing over his face before he blinked looking to the floor then up at you in confusion before turning back to his screen that glowed in the dark room anger hitting him all over again when he saw kuroos wide open mouth and their dead avatars laying on the ground

“ Why the fuck — how the —- I always fucking lose when that asshole —that miscalculated creation— whenever he plays with me it’s so serious to me — i make money off of it i make — i get deals and i — I can’t — can’t lose them they’ll think i’m not good enough— i“

he slammed his fist into the wall speaking low

“ I hate fucking losing “

he turned to you “ it’s not nice y/n — I tried to fucking do your shitty routine of calming myself down first but it just “

he moved closer to you with anger pouring from his body

your eyes wide in a look of fear when he grabbed your face pointing to his screen “ look — “

he screamed in your face when you didn’t tear your eyes away from his “ BABE I SAID LOOK“

your eyes never leaving his as he just grew angrier at your incompetence

“ so your not fucking listening to me either “ his voice grew questioning “ are your ears dirty just like kuroos ? huh ? are y’all apart of some shitty cult for mute wannabes “

his hand gripped tighter on your cheeks “ i’m so stupid your just as fucking dumb as that asshole — fucking — I bet you wanna date him huh — “

his mind ran wild as he thought of the two of you together insecurity blooming

“ you want a loser like him over me right ? you have to like kuroo — look at him you want to date kuroo right “

he laughed “ fucking slu— “

“ finish it and we’ll be playing our own game of kenma getting his ass beat until he finally gives up and cries “

your eyebrows quirked up as you held eye contact with him “ trust me you’ll lose “

you looked at the male in front of you in disgust

“ get your shitty cheeto dusted gamer hands off of me “

his hands loosened their hold on you

“ all the way off you dirty imbecile “

you scoffed as he dropped his hand in a rush of fear

“ I bet your dirty ass didn’t even wash them after I made you pee earlier — yeah made — you wanted to get back to that sweaty chair that badly ? “

his cheeks grew hot as he blinked himself out of his trance only to see what he’d gotten himself into

“ who do you think you are talking to like that “

your stare making him shake even more in fear

You always scared him when you were upset wether you were taller or not your annoyance alone at an action he’d done scared him enough

Your words stood tall and poured in on him making him feel like he was suffocating but, he knew he needed to hear this. You only did this when his anger was out of control like he knew it could be. He stayed on his games all day and all night which was the only way to provide your shared income

at least until he could get his company up and running he had yet to sign contracts because he said he needed to read them first and reading took too much work

this was how he paid your bills. It stressed him out knowing that any day someone on the internet could call him a loser and that same day your steady flow of money may trickle in slower than usual

So when he lost a game any game even something as simple as Mario or even kirby it pissed him off because he couldn’t help but shoulder all the responsibility of taking care of you and himself. He didn’t want to be the reason you lost that stability and all of this catered into his rage. A rage only you could catch and calm down with your sheer words.

“ who do you think you are “ your voice came out low and calm as you spoke down on him “ answer me “

“n-no on — no one babe “

“ don’t babe me “ your hand pressed on his chest “ you don’t deserve that not after you talked to me that way “

“ I -i’m sorry “

“ for what “

“ f-for talking to you like that and “ his voice came out soft as he spoke

“ I cannot hear you “

“ fuck i’m sorry for talking to you that way —and for using force —force and grabbing you like that “

“and i’m just expected to forgive you? you know I hate this — you know this and yet you keep doing it? why ? why do you keep shouldering this and then lashing out “

“ p-please “

“ mm — i’m not seeing it ken— I mean you treat me like one of your other asshole friends and then on top of it you grabbed my face this time— you’ve never gone that far “

“ y-yes I know — I know “

“ so you can see my problem with just accepting your apology right “

“ y-yes ma’am “

“ oh — “ you laughed as you spoke “ now we’re using nice names huh “

“ i—I thought it’d work“ he pouted

“ I wanna forgive you ken “ you looked at him as his head dropped in embarrassment cheeks going red

“ I really do babe but “

“ I swear I won’t do it again y/n “

you thought for a moment staring at the boy in front of you who was pissing his pants in fear

“ y-y/n I swear I didn’t know it was you I was angry and I —I thought kuroo was talkin— “

“ but you realized it was me? “

he paused

“ you even looked from me and back to your screen so you knew correct “

“ yes “

“ and yet you still yelled at me and grabbed my face “

“ really i’m sorry— I wasn’t there all the way “

you took a deep breath before looking to his computer eyes made up in a squint and then trailing back to the boy in front of you

“ ok ken “ his eyes glowed in happiness

“ you— your forgiving me “ he laughed almost mocking you knowing he’d never been let go this quickly you usually took away his gaming system until he’d learned to calm down

he even started ‘doing’ yoga, if you count playing the youtube videos on the tv while he played on his apple watch that you’d forgotten to take, just to fool you into giving his game back “ this easily“

your eyes moved pointedly to his as he fell back into submission

“ i’m sorry I just meant you arent more upset “

“ well i’m deciding that since it was the first time you ever went to that extent of yelling at me I’m gonna let you off the hook “

you smiled “ also I thought you already got enough punishment “

“ h-huh “

you let your head move up to face his computer screen in a slight nod his eyes lighting up before his face fell in sadness

He never meant to fall submissive let alone show who was the dominant one in the relationship to anyone outside of you especially not with kuroo on the other line

“ I don’t think kuroo minds much babe it’s ok “ you said happily changing the whole way you carried yourself earlier and the way you spoke your body easing after beating into kenma

“ no trust me he doe— “

“ goddamn “

your eyes fell onto his friends open mouthed smile

“ and you just let ‘em do you like that “

kenmas eyebrows came together in sadness

“ damn ken —“

your eyes went hard on kuroo

“ and do you think your any better ? because from what i’ve heard churro it seems to me like you couldnt even keep your own team on a leash much less that lev kid so ? “

“ god “ kuroo coughed shifting in his seat whispering softly to himself “ so hot “

he shook his head before speaking again a little bit louder “ uh no— no I completely understand y/n —god i just know your fun “ he laughed

“ kenma keep listening to your s/o don’t mind me “

he moved to log off speaking under his breath “ so fucking scary —swear i’m bringing ‘em in to scare my vb kiddos— shit “

you shook your head in confusion “ uh wha—”

“ he had a — he had a crush on you and yeah I”

“ oh well “ you moved to throw your arms around him in happiness his body stumbling back at the action as he cautiously wrapped his hands around your back

“ n-not in trouble “

“ not in trouble “

“ still love me “

“ still love you “

“ then can I pla- “

“ no “

“ nevermind I didn’t want —want to play anyways “

“ that’s good “

“ yeah “ he drawed out as you grabbed his hand pulling him to the living room “ but babe the monitors still on just one matc— “

your grip tightned on his hand “ movie ken “

“ got it movie — movie “

he spoke low following you wrapping his arms around you as he kissed your cheek “ movie first — game later “

lev

-I don’t think he would ever ever ever scream at you but he would totally say something hurtful and not even realize it because kuroo and kenma said it to him

-so he’s literally just using what he was taught but In the wrong way

- not a time skip

“ lev can you help me “ you shouted to the taller male as you made your way across the court his hands cupping around his mouth as he stared down on you from the other side “ yeah “ he smiled “ totally “

you copied him a smile itching to spread across your face “ just because I yell doesnt mean you yell “

“ well as bossy as you are you should know I’m going to “

your face dropped before it fell back into a happy smile mind racing with thoughts of maybe hes just making a joke he knows you hate when people say that about you

“ hey uh lev ? “

“ yeah babe “ he said running over to you

“ let’s not say that ok cause it kinda — it really hurt my feelings “ his eyebrows furrowed as he looked down on you his voice vibrating along the gym before he smiled again “ babe I like the design you added to your face I didn’t notice but other people said you looked good with it and yeah —honestly they were right “

“ huh — design? “

“ yeah it’s red it’s right by your eyebrow “

your hands moved quickly to cover the pimple from his view eyes darting across the gym hoping no one else heard and was trying to take a look at it

“ it’s fine it’s fine maybe if you put on some makeup you can hide it right ? i mean if you don’t like the design like I do i mean that’s what you usually use it for right ? “

your eyebrows went up face holding nothing but sadness as you spoke “ do you— lev baby do you really think i’m bossy “

he jumped up and down on the balls of his feet in excitement as he kept going “ yeah — I do everything you tell me to and I like it i’m like a puppy and your the master “

you could feel your body heat up at his words his smile spreading wider as he turned to his awestruck teammates

“ babe it’s ok id follow you to the end of the earth because I don’t understand your just stringing me along”

your hands dropped the balls you held onto from picking them up off the floor. head cocking to the side as you studied him trying to see what sparked this new way of thinking

“ oh god “

“ he’s so fucking —so so fucking clueles- “

“ stupid just outright stupid is what he is “ you said as his eyebrows creased face struggling to find the right way to react to the burning hot anger he felt radiating off of you in waves “ lev baby who told you this “

you walked a bit closer to him head leaned back to see him clearly “ who made you think this way “

“ uh what “ he shook his head face coming up in a pout “ babe I — “ he played with his fingers as he looked off to the side hand moving to run across his neck “ for some reason I feel like i’m in trouble —I did—did I do something wrong baby ?“

“ this is not cool lev not helpful, not sweet and nice it’s hurtful “

“ no what ? wait i’m “ he took his hand out to grab your arm his face made up in pure confusion “ no i’m —i’m complimenting you “

“ you— your complimenting me? “

“ yeah “ he smiled struggling to hold it up as his eyes darted across your face

“ lev baby “ you faked a smile as your eyes hardened “ think about your words —what have you just said “

“ well I said that your my master and i’m like a puppy“ he smiled as he thought back “ only because I love you and would do anything you tell me and because i’m hyper and sometimes you have to explain stuff to me in simple form because I can’t pay attention when anyone else talks but you “

he kept going “ then I said that I do anything you tell me to and I would “ he smiled harder voice sure of himself“ because I like following you and making you happy “

he scratched his neck face flashing a deep red “ then — then I said that you cover up your bossine— ok i’m sorry “

his face made up into a pout as he slumped “ really I didn’t know I thought it was nice I heard the team saying it in the back rooms and I though— “

“ FUCKING IDIOT “

“ LEV WHAT THE FUCK “

“ HOLY SHIT LEGS ARE YOU SERIOUS “

levs face dropped as he turned to kenma “ legs seriously ? “

kenma shrugging as he continued to play his hand held game “ eh well everyone else was saying something and you annoy me so — I present legs “

he sighed as he turned back only to see your eyes holding nothing but garbage fires In them as you stared at the group of guys huddled together

“ speak “ everyone whimpered as you stared them down “ explain to me why my boyfriend is telling me I need makeup to cover my pimple ”

kuroos uncomfortable laugh left him quickly as he looked away from the both of you rocking back and forth in his shows “ well um y/n “ he coughed “ you see we were — we’re guys y/n we were making jokes and you see lev doesn’t understand “

“ well I do so explain “

he jumped “ we thought— “

“ not quick enough you sweaty catboy“

“ god ok he came to us wanting to know how to compliment you he said he didn’t want to say anything dumb and —so that made us realize we can really make him do anything cause he’s so clueless—thought if we could get lev to say some dumb shit—trust me we didn’t go that far “ he said pointing to lev who was picking up the balls you’d dropped on the floor chasing after one that rolled away

“ then you’d break up with him and I guess at least one of us would have a chance — well except kenma he says he has princess peach as his wife —wait who the fu—I actually don’t know who that is ken is that an online girlfriend “

he furrowed his brows actually puzzled by his earlier words “ I don’t know why it seemed so normal to me at the time “

he shook his head “ but lev is so fucking stupid that he said everything fucking wrong — we literally just told him what we personally like about you —gave him some corny pickup lines but he said everything wrong like even the phrase about your makeup we were saying how you don’t wear any or when you do it’s not obvious because your natural beauty just radiates through it— then the next thing we talked about is how strong and just how you take directive I guess — and we — we thought it was hot “

“ then where did he get the stuff he said from “ your voice went high now you were confused he couldn’t have made that stuff up

“ y/n he’s just fucking stupid where do you think “ he rolled his eyes “ he made it up because he didn’t understand “

levs eyes widened as he had stopped paying attention to the situation taking place hours ago “ uh I cannot confirm or deny that statement but I will say you are very very beautiful my love “

your heart warmed as the team groaned your body moving into his as you kissed him softly “ did I do something wrong ? “

“ no lev your ok “

“ ok I never want you to feel bad or like y’know how kenma feels I always feel like he’s so angry “ your boyfriend shivered as he locked eyes with kenma who was ready to pounce on him claws showed as he gripped his game harshly “ see —- so angry “

“ not angry lev just “ you looked at him seriously “ babe you have to pay attention to what you say you may say something really really wrong to me one day and then — “

“ and then you’ll tell me what I did wrong while we cuddle and drink hot chocolate“

you smiled squeezing him harder “ no — then i’ll break your kneecaps so you’ll never be able to play volley again and i’ll dye your hair black in your sleep so people will think you look like a tall dirty mop “

he shook before he led you out of the door the team watching as you left leaving all of them to curse silently about their failed plan “ he’s the stupidest guy on the team and he — he got that “

“ bet he doesn’t even know what he’s doing when he’s tapping it “

kuroo laughed “ yeah right like he even gets that far — they probably gotta explain how to continue a kiss without him focusing and staring straight into their eyes — he’s probably learning how to ‘multitask’ right now as we speak—lucky idiot “

the doors to the gym slammed open roughly a few minutes later as you held levs hand tightly behind the door “ HEY ASSHOLES “

everyone tuned to you in fear for themselves and the tall male behind you who you dragged like a mom in a store his eyes stuck on the lollipop that stuck out from his mouth “ guys y/n found me a lollipop—she stuffed it in my mouth when I told her the joke you guys told me to “

“ w-what joke “

“ the one where I called the sex line and said that I requested them because I heard good reviews “

the teams heads all dropped knowing they’d never said anything of the sort or even along the line he’d messed up their original words yet again and put not only himself but them in danger

“ if you guys ever try to taint my boyfriend with your dumb fucking words again I swear I will end you all —kenma i’ll buy every copy of the new game that you want that’s coming out — literally blow all my money so you can’t ever play the stupid game until im ready to allow you to “ his mouth going up in an o as he still had his attention on his game hands only tightening a bit at the threat his body moving behind kuroo for safety

“ kuroos chemistry lab will become a garbage chute for my lunch trays “ kuroos body slumping as he draped himself over kenma only to get pushed off and fall on the floor in pain your mouth moving to tell everyone else on the team what would happen if they didn’t respect your boyfriend and treat him like the nice , caring guy he was

Until finally you flashed a smile and walked off leaving the team in disarray as they couldn’t figure out if you just grew that much hotter or if they were having heat flash from the pissed off emotions they felt when lev turned around and winked at them while he ran his hand down your shoulder to land at your lower back as he followed you out

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cloudywithachanceofanime · 4 years

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Brothers React to MC Doing WAP dance

I just release crack headcannons at this point and I’m fine with it.

Warning: slightly NSFW

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Lucifer

He was kind of confused when MC walked in while he was in the middle of doing paperwork. They didn’t say a single word as they walked over to the glass table before putting their phone on the table.

“MC, I’m busy at the moment. Come back at another time.” MC didn’t even look at him, only holding up an index finger. They bent over before pressing something on their phone.

Music started blasting from the phone and all Lucifer could do was let out a long sigh. He just hope that whatever they did would be quick. They knew not to disturb him, so why did they feel that today would be the exception.

“From the Top!” He watched as MC kicked their leg high in the air before dropping in a squat. What?

The entire dance, he just sits there staring at MC as they continued the dance. One hand resting on the arm of the chair with his chin in it and his other gripping the chair trying to let them finish before losing control. \

Giggles slipped from MC’s mouth as they finished the dance with a split with their butt facing him. His eyes stared directly into theirs as they stopped moving.

“Was that suppose to tempt me?” he grumbled, shifting down in his chair. MC pulled their legs together and fluttered their eyelashes innocently. Were they seriously trying to act innocent after what they just did?

“Come here,” he said, hithering them with a finger. MC got off the floor and walked over to him. With one swift pull, they were placed on his lap. “Let me show you how much I appreciated that little show.”

Mammon

Mammon was sitting on his couch counting how much grimm he had manage to steal out of Levi’s wallet. A knock on the door was all he got before MC walked in.

“Oi, wait until I say come in. Can’t just walk into my man cave,” he yelled, trying to cover up how happy he was that MC had decided to visit him. Out of their free time, they choose him.

“Hey, I just learn this little dance. You wanna see?” A giant odd smile was on MC’s face. He was off put by that, but if it was spending time with MC, he can endure it.

“Do it quick. I’m busy.” All lies, but he didn’t want to look like a loser.

“Cool, sit back and relax,” they spoke. They tried to hide their giggles as they put their phone on the table. They pressed play on a video before stepping back.

“Now from the top!” MC kicked their legs up before spinning and turning their back to them as they dropped in a squat.

“Yo. Yo. YO> YOO!! YOOOOOO! OHHHHHHHH!”

He didn’t know where to look on MC. His eyes would drift to one area, but snap away, but then they move to they were back in focus.

“OIIIIIIII! OOOIIII MC!”

“Mammon, MC, you okay?” The door open and Beelzebub was about to step in.

You looked back from your place on the floor, in the middle of a thrust to look at Beezlebub. His head turned to look down at you. A single blink and you were looking at a door.

Mammon was in his demon form as he lean against the door. His entire face was burning red and he didn’t even want to look at MC.

Laughter came from MC causing him to finally look over at them. They were in a ball on the floor, literally rolling around.

“Shut up!” he yelled. MC unraveled themselves and just laid on their back while giggling.

“I’m going to guess you didn’t like it. I couldn’t even hear the music over your screaming,” MC admitted. Their hands came up and wiped away their tears. “I worked so hard to get the dance right and you just *giggle* ruined it.”

He could tell they weren’t that affected by not getting to finish, but he still felt bad. They did look... really really good doing the dance.

“Well, do it again. You should’ve warn me about it,” he grumbled as he shifted back into his human form. He walked back to his coach and sat down. One glance down at his lap caused him to cross his legs. “But I swear if you break you fragile body before I get a chance at it, Imma be pissed.”

Leviathan

It was late at night and he thought he was safe to watch some... ‘anime’. I mean, it had some plot to it.

His eyes were glued to the screen as he pulled the pillow closer to him. The volume was pretty low, so he was able to hear the knock on the door.

He never moved so fast to turn the TV off and throw the pillow across the room and replaced it with one that didn’t have a person on it. “C-c-COme in.”

MC’s head popped in with a smile on his face. Oh gosh, please anything but them. He was not in the right state to talk to him. If they found out what he was just doing moments ago, they would think he was an even grosser otaku than he lets on.

“Hey, Levi. I was wondering if you were busy,” they asked. Levi could feel his face pretty much on fire as his eyes looked at their outfit. Why were they wearing such short shorts?

“Yeah, sure,” he squeaked out. He pushed his legs closer together and pushed the pillow more down. Think of melting faces. The look a demon getting torture. Falling out of heaven.

“Cool, I wanted to show you this dance I was just working on. I think I got really good at it,” they explained walking to his gaming desk. They bent over slightly as they started pressing on their phone.

Lotan’s face. The way cold cold cold water feels. The Lord of Fools dumb face. Beel dislocating his jaw to get food down.

“Now from the top!” His eyes watched as their shorts became even shorter before dropping.

No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no!

MC dropped to the floor and started thrusting. Their eyes seem to be glowing as they licked their lips slowly.

“F-fuck!” His eyes rolled to the back of his head as he started shaking. His breath was coming out in shorts before as his body tense. ‘Fuc-fuck, FUCK!”

He let out a sigh as he came down. His eyes opened again and everything was blurry. He blinked again to see MC standing over him with a face of concern.

“Hey, Levi, are you okay? What happened?” Everything hits him as once. Did he just- In front of MC- Did he really just?!?!!

A scream left his lips before he jumped off the couch and ran out of his room.

MC stood there completely confused as Levi’s door swung from the force of Levi slamming it open.

She glanced back at the spot he was just in to see the pillow he was holding. In the corner of it was a little wet spot.

The dots connected in your head. “Oh.”

Satan

“Yes, yes, yes!” Satan stopped his scroll to look at the door that sound was coming from. MC. Why was MC screaming?

He gently knocked on the door before walking in. He glanced around to room to see they weren’t in there.

“Oh, hey Satan.” He looked down to see MC laying on the ground, breathing heavily. Every inch of your skin was covered in either sweat or a few bruises.

“I came in because of your screaming. Are you fighting a ghost or something?” MC let out a small laugh as they sat up.

Nah, I was trying to do this dance trend and it seems like I got it,” they said with excitement within their eyes. He didn’t know that there was a dance trend going around. He would have definitely head it from Asmo or Levi at least.

“Really. Do you mind showing me?” MC’s face scrunched up at his ask. He could see them becoming flustered at the question.

“Um.. it’s not a normal type of dance,” you grumbled, avoiding his eyes. He was even more curious right now.

“I love all types of dance. From ballet to free style. But you don’t have to show me if you’re uncomfortable.” He took a step back out of the room, ready to leave and return on his journey back to his room. MC jumped forward and grabbed the bottom of his pants.

“Okay, you can watch. Just- just don’t judge.” Satan was pushed towards MC’s bed to sit down on as MC walked over to their phone. They clicked a few things before scooting to an empty area.

“Now from the top!” Satan was trying his hardest to listen to the words of the song, but seeing your body move that way was... hypnotizing.

The way your move between the dances with such fluidity was so beautiful. He understood this was suppose to be arousing, he won’t lie and say he isn’t, but he could see how much hard work went into it. This isn’t something you can do on the first try.

“And done,” MC said with a huge smile on their face. He put his book on their bed and gave them the applause they deserved.

“That was amazing MC. That was really,” he continued. They beamed up at him as they brought their legs together. He bent down until he was right next to their ear. “I’m glad I can see what you can do.”

He stood back up and took in their beautiful flustered face. He walked back to their bed and picked up his book. “I have to go do something real quick. But don��t worry, I’ll be coming back in an hour.”

Asmodeus

MC was in his room, just hanging out with as they strolled through their phone. Asmo was painting his nails with a face mask on. “There’s some wh-”

Asmo looked over at MC to see them smiling at their phone. They continued to scroll through their phone with no idea to his staring.

“Asmo, you know, back in the human world. There was this dance trend to this song,” they explained scooting out of the bed. They walked over to his chair and put their phone down. There was a video paused on the screen.

“And I learned it and I was actually proud of it,” they explained, stepping away. They pointed to their phone causing Asmo to look down. He pushed the screen and music started blasting. His gazed was about to stay on the phone when at the first line, you kicked high in the air.

His gaze was entirely on you as you danced. “YASSSSSSS!” he screeched watching you twerk in the air. The lyrics were absolutely filthy, but not as dirty as your dancing.

“SLAYYYYY!!! OH YESSSS!” he squealed, kicking his legs in excitement, watching you crawl and twerk. They looked like one of the best dancers at the Fall and he was getting a private show for free.

Once MC dropped into the slit and popped their butt a few times, the song replayed. MC let out a sigh as they dropped to the ground in exhaustion.

“MC!” he yelled, dropping to the floor to wrap his arms around them, mindful of his nails. “You got to teach me those moves. Oh my Diavolo, you looked so sexy. AAHHHHH, I could eat you up.”

His face was rubbed against MC’s causing his face mask to be ruined but he didn’t care. He was so proud of how sexy his little human ones.

Beelzebub

When MC said they would show him something, he thought they meant food or something.

But here he is, on there bed as MC wear these too short shorts, not that he’s judging them. They look happy in the outfit and as long as they’re happy, he’s happy. But they were wearing long pants before and now their legs are barely covered. He was trying so hard to look at you RESPECTFULLY.

MC pulled out their phones and put it on their table. Music begin playing and they quickly ran in front of them. They kicked their legs up into the air before dropping.

LOOK RESPECTFULLY LOOK RESPECTFULLY

They dropped to the ground and started popping their back. Wow, that looks fucking... awesome and he won’t look at the way their butt looks so round, like a the thickest slice of cake that he wants to take a bite out of.

They dropped on the ground and dear Diavolo, give him strength. They’re in the perfect position for him to just slide in and- and- and give them a hug because they’re doing so great.

“Wow, MC. That was amazing,” he growled out, gripping his knees. His face was entirely red trying to stay in control. They seem so happy to do this dance, he don’t want to ruin it.

“Beel, are you okay?” they asked with a smirk. Beel gulped and forced his eyes to stare at into your face. Why were you smirking so much?

“Yeah, just really, really hungry.” He let out a small cough at how hoarse his voice sound. MC let out a small giggle before stepping forward. The swung one leg over his lap and sat down.

“I think I know a thing that might satisfy you.”

Belphegor

He was confused why you kept trying to wake him up. “Please, just 20 seconds.” It’s like they didn’t understand that he was going to be loosing 20 seconds of good sleep. And plus he was having a good dream.

“You have 20 seconds, starting now.” MC jumped away from his bed and pulled out their phone.

They placed it on the nightstand before stumbling back. Music begin playing and Belphegor frowned at the noise. Where they seriously about to wake him up for a dance?

He watched through half lidded eyes as they jumped kick in the air before squatting.

His eyes was glued on their butt the entire time as they arched their back. Maybe this dance wasn’t so bad. He was enjoying seeing them on the floor.

The kicked their legs around in a split before twerking. He slipped his hands from the cover and gave a few claps before going back under.

“Come here,” he said, pulling the cover up. MC crawled off the ground and hopped into the bed next to him. Belphie instantly wrapped his arms them. They snuggled down into him as he placed a kissed on their head.

“Imma take a nap and when I wake up, I’ll make sure you good and wet,” he growled into their ear, pulling them flush against his body. A shiver went through them causing him to laugh. “You better rest up to. You going to need it.”

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marvelous-writer · 3 years

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even spider-man needs a sick day

Summary: Peter is sick and delirious from a fever, being bed-bound for a couple of days, when he’s suddenly woken up by the sound of the Avengers’ emergency alarm. So of course, he thinks it’s time to suit up and assemble.

Word Count: 1,364

Genre: emotional hurt/comfort, whump, humor

Link to read on Ao3:

A/N: Part 1 of Whumptober 2021 @whumptober2021

One moment, the team is sitting around in the living room, enjoying the peace and quiet while Sam, Clint and Bucky sit around the tv playing a video game, until the Avengers emergency alarm goes off, engulfing the room into chaos.

Tony winces at how loud it is, noticing the way Bruce violently flinches from it, spilling a drop of his tea over the rim of his mug. He is going to have to see if he can lower the volume a little bit to spare their eardrums from bursting, particularly an enhanced spider-kid’s overly sensitive ears.

“Oh, come on, really?” Clint whines from his spot on the floor, throwing down the controller to the carpeted floor. “I almost beat you too!”

“Well, you didn’t.” Sam says, shooting a grin at Clint as he stands up, putting his controller down more maturely than the archer had.

“I still don’t get the point of this game.” Bucky mumbles to himself, shaking his head as he stands up as well.

“What are we looking at, FRIDAY?” Steve asks as the alarm finally silences.

“A group of armed individuals is in the process of tearing through Times Square. Their motives are unknown at this time and the NYPD haven’t been able to apprehend them.”

“Are they enhanced?” Sam asks, frowning.

“Unknown at this time.”

Sam and Bucky exchange knowing looks before looking back at Steve. “It might be the Flag-Smashers,” Sam says. “I got word that they were in town… just not sure why.”

“Well let’s find out,” Steve says, brows pulling together. “Tony—you stay with Peter. We’ll call you in if we need you. You too Bruce, in case Tony needs your help with anything.”

“Got it.” Bruce says with a nod.

“FRIDAY, have Nat, Wanda and Vision meet us at the Quinjet and we’ll—” Steve says, only to be cut off by the elevator dinging across the room.

Everyone shoots their heads over to the elevator, only for Peter to stumble out, looking dazed as he blinks, obviously just rolling out of bed from the sight of his bedhead and how tired he looks. And not to mention the fact that his suit is backwards, showing off the large red spider symbol that’s usually on his back, is now on his chest instead of the smaller black one.

“M’ ready!” Peter hoarsely says as he walks further into the room, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes.

Steve gives him a sympathetic smile. “I can see that, Pete, but why don’t you let us handle this one? You should go back upstairs and get some more sleep.”

Peter drops his arm and shakes his head slowly. “But m’ all good. I can go.” He weakly protests.

Steve and Tony share a knowing look in passing before Tony looks at Peter, smiling softly at him. “Pete, what do you say if you and I relax and put a movie on?” He suggests. “I’ll even let you have some ice cream. Does that sound good to you?”

“But I wanna go on the mission.” Peter whines as he watches the team go with sad eyes, his voice giving out on the end with how hoarse it is.

“I know you do, Pete but not today,” Tony says as he wraps an arm around Peter’s shoulders and steers him back towards the elevator.

“You have to let me go, T’ny. Please.” Peter begs.

“I’m sorry, kiddo but you’re sick and you need to rest. There will be other missions.” Tony promises, gently squeezing his shoulder. “Even Spider-Man needs a sick day once and a while.”

Peter lets out a weak, hoarse groan as they step into the elevator, leaning heavily against Tony’s side. When elevator doors slide shut, Tony glances down at Peter as the kid blinks lazily through half-lidded eyes.

When they arrive on Tony’s floor, he leads Peter out of the elevator, keeping an arm around his shoulders.

“How about you change out of your suit and get into some comfy pj’s. Meet me in the living room when you’re done, okay?”

Peter nods, blinking slowly like he’s trying to process what he just said. “M’kay...”

Tony raises an eyebrow at him. “Do you need any help?”

“No th’nks…” Peter mumbles with a shake of his head as he steps away from Tony and starts to walk down the hallway towards his room.

Tony smiles slightly as he watches the sick teen disappear into his room. The poor kid is exhausted, especially after these past few days being bed-bound with that cold of his. Thankfully, the kid is on the mend now after Bruce whipped up a batch of extra-strength cough medicine to rival the kid’s enhanced metabolism.

And now, all the kid needs is some cuddles, ice cream and a movie for him to fall asleep to.

…

It’s close to six in the evening when the elevator doors slide open and Steve steps out, fresh from a shower, wearing a t-shirt and sweatpants. Tony looks over at him from the back of the couch.

“Mission go well?” He asks in a soft tone so he doesn’t wake the sleeping spider-kid beside him.

“Yeah, we wrapped things up pretty quickly,” Steve says in a low voice as well, stopping beside the loveseat across from the couch, smiling softly down at Peter, who’s passed out, his head leaning against Tony’s chest, snoring softly. “I’m assuming yours did as well?” he asks with a knowing smile, gesturing to Peter.

Tony smiles as he looks down at Peter’s sleeping face. “Yeah,” he says with a sigh. “I had to bribe him with some ice cream and a Star Wars marathon... but he gave in pretty quickly and passed out before the opening credits were done.”

“Poor kid. He caught a pretty nasty cold. I don’t think I’ve seen him this sick before.” Steve says, looking at Peter sympathetically as he sits in the loveseat.

“I know,” Tony agrees. “But he’s getting better. These things hit him pretty hard at first… but he thankfully recovers quickly from them.”

“Yes. Thank God for his healing factor.” Steve says.

If Peter didn’t have his healing factor… there have been so many close calls that would have ended the kid’s life. Tony can’t even recall how many times he’s been woken up in the middle of the night now, to Karen alerting him to the kid’s vitals tanking. And that one horrible night where Peter barely made it to the Tower before he collapsed, soaked in his own blood after a fight with a gang went wrong. If it wasn’t for Dr. Cho having an emergency supply of the kid’s blood for a life-saving blood transfusion…. Peter would be dead right now.

Tony closes his eyes as he forces himself to let out a slow, shaky breath to loosen his tight chest as he pushes away the horrifying thought. “Yes.” he agrees.

“Hey,” Steve says gently, causing Tony to look over at him. “I know that it’s been rough lately, with everything you’ve been through and what Peter’s been through… but it’s gonna be alright, Tony. He’s just a little sick. Heck, I know a thing or two about that. It’s no fun… but he’s going to be back on his feet in a few more days.” The super soldier says with a warm, reassuring smile.

Tony nods as he looks away from him, letting out a sigh, a grin pulling at the corner of his mouth. “Yeah and he’s going to go right back to making me go gray early in life.” He jokes.

Steve breathes out a laugh as his smile grows as he leans back against his chair, looking over at the tv that’s now in the middle of the end credits of Return of the Jedi. “You know… I’m partial to Star Trek, myself.” He says.

Tony chuckles lightly at that as he nods in Peter’s direction. “Well don’t let the kid hear that. It’ll break his heart that good ol’ Capsicle isn’t a Star Wars fan.”

Steve smiles at that as he shakes his head to himself. “I’m a fan of both.” he says with a shrug.

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6rookie-writer0110 · 3 years

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Te amo como canta Alejandro Fernández canciones de amor- PT 2

Sofia Vergara x Male Reader

Request -Hi I read your Sofia Vergara x male reader smut and I was wondering if you could do one where Sofia and the male reader have been together for a while and are married and are about to have a child together right around before Christmas.

Sofia has been on a music video set filming for Bad Bunny. She is happy to be home and she wrapped her arms around you. You and Sofia smiled at each other then she kissed you.

”Tired?” You asked.

”Si, mi armor. I don't want to cook tonight” Sofia said.

”It’s fine, we can order food. How's the baby?” You asked.

You touch her stomach and you felt the baby kick. You have a big smile on your face.

”Did you finish the crib together?” Sofia asked.

You nod.

”Yes. The paint is dried now we can decorate the room” You said.

She kissed you then you ordered the food. Sofia showed the items she bought for the baby.

You and Sofia have been married for a while. Many thought the relationship wasn't going to last, but you and Sofia don't care for their opinions. Sofia is pregnant and she wants to keep the gender a surprise. You and Sofia would take pictures together and post it on Instagram sometimes.

You and Sofia support each other in everything. You try not to travel a lot for work, since Sofia got pregnant. She is eight months pregnant.

You take Sofia to the nursery room and she starts to look around. You and Sofia start to put decorations on the wall.

”My feet hurt,” Sofia said.

She sat on the chair and you sit on the floor and massage her feet.

”Do you want to put the tree up today?” You said.

”In a little bit. Did you get the role?” Sofia said.

You auditioned for a voice acting role for Pixar.

”I don’t have to travel and I will start to film next year. It's good because I will be home once the baby comes” You said.

Sofia is taking a break from hosting America got talent.

”I’m so happy for you, baby” Sofia said.

She blew you a kiss and you winked.

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Later, you and Sofia start to decorate the tree. She would tell you where to put the decorations in the house. You did buy gifts for your wife now you have to wrap them when she isn't around. Sofia has already wrapped your gifts but you don't know where she hid them.

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You and Sofia are sleeping and she woke up. She wants a midnight snack, you're still sleeping. She starts to shake your arm

”Y/N wake up,” Sofia said.

You are sleeping. She did it again

”Y/N wake up!” She said a little louder.

You start to wake up and you started to yawn.

”Wh-what” You yawned again.

”I’m hungry,” Sofia said.

You go back to sleep, but she took the blanket away from you.

”Okay, okay, I will get what you want,” You said.

You sat up and kissed her cheek. She told you what she wanted, she watched you get dressed. There is a supermarket that is opened 24/hr and you are happy about that.

”I will be back,” You said.

”I love you,” Sofia said and kissed you.

”Me too, beautiful,” You said.

✬ ✯ ✫ ✬

You and Sofia go out to do some shopping. While walking around and holding hands, paparazzi take pictures of you and Sofia. TMZ and other celebrity talk show always talk about your marriage with Sofia. She did post a picture of the wedding and wrote how much she loves you.

You and Sofia went to the zoo to watch the Christmas lights. It's date night and you bought a cute souvenir for her. Later, you and Sofia take pictures together and she kissed you.

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The day before Christmas~

You are playing video games and the volume is loud. Sofia was watching tv in the bedroom, she felt the bed wet. She is in pain and she starts to scream. She calls for you and the video game volume is still loud. You finally heard her calling for you.

”I’m coming!” You yelled.

You ran upstairs and she screamed in pain again.

”The baby is coming!” Sofia screamed.

”Oh my God!” You repeated over and over.

You helped Sofia walk downstairs and get into the car. You start to speed to the hospital and rushed in.

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The baby is four days old. You and Sofia are happy to be parents to a baby boy. You and Sofia can't stop smiling, you put Christmas onesie on the baby. She is happy to be home with you and celebrate Christmas. You and Sofia agreed not to post pictures of the baby for a while. Sofia took pictures of you holding the baby.

”He will probably have an accent like you,” You said.

She playfully smacked your arm and you two laughed.

”Shut up, Y/N” Sofia giggled.

Now Sofia is holding the baby and you took pictures of her. You gave her a peck on the lips and the baby started to yawn.

”You look beautiful,” You said.

She blushed.

”I think we should get a pet,” Sofia said.

”Let me guess, you want a dog or two dogs?” You said.

She nods.

”Yes, we should get two dogs. Mi armor, we will get the dogs” Sofia said.

You and Sofia laughed. Now you feeding your son and she lies on on the couch.

”We will keep talking about it, I didn't say yes yet,” You said.

She puts her feet on your lap.

#Sofia Vergara #x male reader #male!reader #Sofia Vergara x reader #Sofia Vergara imagine #Sofia Vergara x male reader

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hood-ex · 4 years

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for prompt: dick + jason (+ maybe cass?) doing Peak Older Sibling thing of getting tipsy together and complaining about Kids These Days even though they're like in their twenties

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Dick knows it’s time to leave the art show when he’s nearly finished his third glass of champagne. He feels all the warm and bubbly effects from it, and he’s sure that Cass—wherever she is—is probably feeling the same way.

His only problem now is that he’s got to figure out where Cass went. He thinks the last time he saw her is when she disappeared upstairs to the second floor. There’s a projector up there playing a video about god knows what, and Dick has a feeling Cass went up there to watch it to take a people break.

He downs the last of his drink and hands the empty glass off to one of the passing by staff workers before he sets off on his search. He wanders past the wall of paintings he already looked at earlier in the night and heads for the stairs.

A few socialites he’s familiar with from past Wayne galas come up to him and try to stop him for a chat. Dick quickly shakes their hands and schmoozes with them a little for appearance’s sake. He tries to keep things short and polite because he really doesn’t want to get caught up in a thirty-minute conversation.

Thankfully, most people seem to be just as tired and hungry as he is, and they easily let him go when he offhandedly mentions needing to find his sister.

Dick’s halfway up the stairs when he sees Cass appear at the top with slightly flushed cheeks. Her glittery black dress catches in the light and makes her look like a pretty jewel. She smiles at him when their eyes meet, and Dick has to hold back a laugh at the way she throws a hand up and waves at him. He can tell he was right about her being just as tipsy as him.

“Hey!” Dick says excitedly as he finishes walking up to her. He holds up his hand and she high fives him hard enough to make his hand sting. “Ready to go?” he asks, and this time he holds his arm out for her to grab on to so she won’t trip down the stairs in her heels. Not that he can imagine Cass doing something so clumsy, but, well, better to be safe than sorry.

“I’ve been ready,” Cass says a little too loudly, making Dick wince. She links her arm with his, and they slowly make it back to the ground floor without incident.

Dick’s hand brushes Cass’s wrist when they let go of each other, and he frowns at how cold she is. He knows that even though it’s pretty chilly outside, Cass had decided to just wear her sweater inside the art show. She had left her heavier jacket in his car, not wanting to carry it around the show for hours. He wishes she would’ve said something about it so she could’ve grabbed her jacket from his car instead of silently freezing throughout the night.

He shrugs out of his blazer and drapes it around her shoulders. “One warm jacket for the tiny dancer. Need anything else, Miss?”

Cass smiles and slides her arms through the sleeves. She hugs herself close like she’s trying to absorb as much of his leftover body heat as possible.

“I could go for some burgers and fries,” she says as she grabs him by the wrist and tugs him towards the exit.

“Sounds like we’re singing the same tune,” Dick grins and pushes open the door for her to walk through first. “Let’s stop by my car and get your jacket first. We can find somewhere around here to walk to.”

Cass’s brow furrows. “Singing the... what?” She takes the lead and walks alongside the part of the sidewalk that’s not lit up by the street lights. Dick ignores the goosebumps that appear on his arms from the sudden breeze. He follows close behind her and subtly scans the parking lot where his car is parked for any potential danger.

“It means we have the same idea. Like we’re on the same page.”

“Oh!” she says, and Dick quickly realizes that tipsy Cass has a volume control problem, which is a little ironic when he thinks about it. “Yes, we’re totally singing the same tune!” Dick laughs and holds his hand out for another high five. Cass eyes it for a second before smacking his hand even harder.

“You thinking Bat Burger or somewhere else?”

Cass hums. “You ever been to the Bluehouse Bar?”

“No,” Dick says. “Have you?”

“Yeah, once. It was pretty good!”

Dick nods and tries not to look too judgy about her choice. The bar he used to bartend at in Bludhaven ruined his perception of bar food, but maybe this place in Gotham won’t be so bad. Plus, Cass is rarely wrong, and Dick’s willing to trust her opinion on it.

“Is that where you want to go then?” Dick asks right as they make it to his car.

“Yup, I feel like it’s the place to be tonight,” Cass says, and Dick unlocks the door for her.

Dick laughs and lightly whacks her shoulder with the back of his hand. “Are you quoting Harry Potter at me? Is that what’s happening right now?”

“Maybe,” Cass says, voice muffled while she dips inside the car and fishes for her jacket in the back seat.

Dick patiently waits as she switches out his suit jacket for her own jacket, and once she’s properly zipped herself up, she tosses his jacket back to him. Dick easily slides into it, feeling much better now that he’s not as cold.

This time Cass is the one that offers her arm to him and smirks as she says, “One warm jacket for the rocket man. Need anything else, Sir?”

“Yeah,” Dick says and hooks his arm under hers. “Directions on how to get there.”

Cass tugs him forward and says, “Follow me.”

The walk to the bar only ends up being about two blocks away, which isn’t too bad. Dick’s nose is feeling a little frozen. He can tell by Cass’s pink cheeks that she’s feeling chilled as well, but they’ve both dealt with way worse conditions while on patrol to actually complain about it.

Dick can tell why this place is called the Bluehouse Bar as soon as they step inside. The whole place is lit up by blue lights that reflect off the black chairs and tabletops. Even the white napkins and plates on the tables look like they’re glowing with a blue tint.

The lights combined with the loud music and chatter makes everything a little disorienting. Dick’s still trying to get his eyes to adjust to the room when Cass suddenly grips his shoulder and leans close to his ear and says, “Look, it’s Jason!”

Dick whips his head around to where Cass is staring, and sure enough, Jason’s sitting at a table of four by himself, browsing through the menu in his hands. There’s an empty glass of beer in front of him that suggests he’s been here for a while. The Gotham Knights are playing ball on one of the TVs, and Dick has a suspicion that Jason probably came here to watch the game before patrol.

Jason’s wearing his cargo pants and boots. His signature leather jacket is zipped up all the way up to cover the bat emblem on his chest. Dick imagines Jason’s motorcycle is probably parked nearby and has the rest of his Red Hood gear in it.

Cass seems a little tense next to him, and Dick knows it’s because she really doesn’t like Jason that much. They’ve never gotten along for obvious reasons, and Cass only tolerates him when she has to. Dick can hardly remember them even having a conversation beyond “Can you pass the salt?” when they’re all eating breakfast together at the manor once a week.

He’s just about to ask Cass if she wants to go when Jason suddenly looks up and stares right at them. A look of surprise flashes across Jason’s face, and he blinks a few times as if making sure that Dick and Cass are the real deal.

Dick waves without really thinking about it, and Jason responds by motioning for them to come sit at his table.

Cass’s eyes widen slightly like she wants to do anything but that, and Dick flashes her an apologetic look before gently placing his hand on her back and steering her towards Jason’s table. It’s not like they can just ignore Jason and expect him not to take offense to it. Dick’s not willing to make weekly breakfast more awkward than it already is.

“Hey Jay,” Dick says once he’s close enough to the table. He holds his hand up expectantly. Jason eyes it like it’s a rat on fire before he slowly high fives Dick back.

“Hey,” Jason says, and his eyes jump from Cass’s dress to Dick’s suit. “Where the hell did you two just come from?”

Dick lets Cass have the seat between himself and Jason so that she can watch the door more easily, and he takes the seat across from Jason that puts his own back against the door.

“Went to an art show for B and bought some new paintings for the children’s hospital,” Dick says, snagging the menu from Jason and putting it on the table between him and Cass so they can figure out what they want to eat.

“I guess my invite got lost in the mail as per usual,” Jason says.

“You wouldn’t have gone anyway,” Cass says, and Jason recoils at her loud tone.

“Still, I’d like to be asked,” Jason huffs, eyeing Cass warily.

“Will you guys eat the mozzarella sticks if I get them as an appetizer?” Dick asks. The picture of the gooey cheese sticks on the menu makes Dick’s mouth water, and while he’s definitely going to get a burger, he thinks he can make enough room in his stomach for a few mozzarella sticks.

Cass signs “yes” with her fist at the same time that Jason says, “Fuck yeah I will as long as you’re paying.”

“If I’m paying then I get first dibs,” Dick declares.

“Fine.” Jason rolls his eyes and slumps in his seat. “You two better be ready to order as soon as the waitress gets back. She doesn’t come around much.”

“You’re telling me,” Dick says while enviously eyeing the waiter who’s taking people’s orders at the table across from theirs.

All of a sudden, Dick feels a finger tapping against his shoulder. He tenses and turns in his seat. A young looking woman with blonde hair is standing behind him. The silver bangles around her wrist jingle as she nervously pushes her long hair out of her face. Dick can see that she’s looking back and forth between him and Cass.

“Hi! Sorry for interrupting!” she says. “But are you Dick Wayne and Cassandra Wayne?”

Jason snorts so loud that Dick’s surprised he doesn’t give himself an aneurysm.

“Dick Wayne,” Jason wheezes quietly, and the girl blushes furiously as if realizing her mistake.

“Don’t mind him,” Dick says. He places his hand on the girl’s shoulder and gives it a little squeeze to soothe her embarrassment. “Trust me, I’ve been called worse,” he smiles. She blushes again for a whole different reason this time. Dick ignores it and eyes her phone in her hand. “Did you want a picture?”

“Oh my god, yeah, if you wouldn’t mind that would be great!”

“Sure thing,” Dick says, taking her phone from her. “What’s your name?”

“Brooke,” the girl says.

“Hi, Brooke! I love your dress,” Cass says in that cool way of hers, and Brooke stutters out her thanks.

“Don’t forget to turn on the flash,” Dick says as he tosses the phone to Jason, who catches it with a squawk.

Dick drapes his arm around Brooke’s shoulders while Cass wraps her arm around Brooke’s waist. They all smile, and Jason begrudgingly takes a few pictures of them. Dick’s pretty sure he hears Jason making a comment under his breath about being happy he’s considered dead to the world so he doesn’t have to go through this shit, and then the pictures are done.

Jason hands the phone back over and Brooke thanks him. Dick expects her to go back to her table, but instead, she asks, “Hey, would you guys want to be in my TikTok?”

“What’s TikTok?” Cass signs to Jason.

Jason starts to explain it to her in ASL, clearly leaving Dick to deal with Brooke.

“Sorry, we’re not allowed to,” Dick lies. “I hope you understand.”

“Oh totally, yeah,” Brooke says with a nod of her head. She looks a little confused about why they’re apparently not allowed to do TikToks, but she doesn’t question it. “No worries! Just thought I’d ask!” She smiles and Dick smiles back at her. “Thanks for the pictures! I love you guys!”

“No problem,” Dick says, holding his hand up to her. Brooke high fives him back, her touch gentle like she’s scared of hurting him. “Bye!”

Brooke waves to them all and then finally leaves their table. As soon as she’s out of earshot, Jason crosses his arms over his chest and says, “What’s up with kids and TikTok these days? Do you know how many people have cosplayed as me and made me do dumb shit like the renegade dance? Or worse... the whip! The whip, Dick! The whip!”

“Poor you,” Dick laughs. “Forced to do trendy dances that sully your reputation.”

“Shut up,” Jason huffs. “Pretty sure I saw one of Nightwing doing the WAP challenge.”

Dick raises a brow and says, “I have no idea what that means.”

He sees Cass perk up out of the corner of his eye and realizes why as soon as he sees a waitress coming towards them.

“Finally,” Cass mutters.

Dick grabs her hand excitedly and shakes it back and forth.

“Mozzarella sticks here we come!”

#Dick Grayson #Cassandra Cain #Jason Todd #cass is the drunk who talks too loud and dg is the drunk who can't stop high fiving people #also Also big thanks to youngjustus for giving me the idea for this prompt #i was seriously floundering trying to figure out how to incorporate alcohol without making this super fanon-y #and my boy tim ^ pulled through and helped me out w the art show and bar thing so everyone say thanks tim lmao #my fic #batfam prompt #anon

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snappedsky · 3 years

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Fanatics 84

A mysterious substitute shows up to teach the class.

*Links to previous and next chapters in reblog*

The Substitute

As the morning announcements are read over the intercom, students wait apathetically for them to end. They tap their fingers on their phones and yawn, already tired of a day that’s barely even began.

After Miss Sweeties takes attendance, everyone starts to leave for their first class, when the intercom chimes with another announcement.

“Pepito Diablo, report to the Principal’s office please.” “Huh?” Pepito questions.

“Oh, what’d you do?” Dib asks accusingly.

“Dunno,” he shrugs, “maybe they found out about the gambling ring I started in the boiler room.” He splits off from the rest of the class and goes to the Principal’s office. The receptionist isn’t sitting out front, so he lets himself in. It’s dimly lit, as usual, but no one is around.

“Um, hello?” Pepito calls out as he walks deeper in.

Suddenly, a weighted net made of silver drops down on him from the ceiling. It burns his exposed skin, making him scream in agony as he collapses to the floor.

“Grab him, quickly,” a voice orders from somewhere in the shadows of the room.

“Who the-?” Pepito croaks as a pair of strong, gloved hands pick him up by the shoulders with ease. He tries to look back to see who’s carrying him, but movement beneath the silver is painful. But he can smell them. They smell like Hell.

He’s carried across the office and shoved into a locker. After they close the door, he hears the click of a lock.

“Hey!” he barks.

“Relax,” a voice replies, “you only have to stay in there until we’ve done what we need to do.”

Pepito hears footsteps fade away and he knows he’s all alone.

Meanwhile, Zim, Dib, and Squee sit in their desks with the rest of their class. They’re surprised to see Mr. Stutters is not at his desk, so everyone waits patiently, playing on their phones or talking to their friends.

Finally, after a few minutes, an unfamiliar man wearing a simple suit and black gloves walks in with the Skool television. “My apologies for my tardiness, children,” he says, “I’m Mr. Brim, your substitute.”

“Where’s Mr. Stutters?” Zim demands.

“I’m afraid he’s under the weather,” Mr. Brim replies, “but don’t worry. Today will be an easy day for you because we’ll just be watching a video.”

After turning off the light, he turns on the TV and the video player. “So just sit back and relax.”

What comes on screen is some kind of odd swirling mosaic that’s constantly flowing like a whirlpool. The noise is a gentle static.

“What kind of video is this?” one of the students asks.

“It’s a relaxation video,” Mr. Brim replies.

“It’s…kinda nice,” another comments.

“Exactly,” he nods as he sits behind the teacher’s desk and opens a book. “So just relax and enjoy.”

The kids stare at the screen in a sort of trance, getting lost in the gentle swirl as the static fills their ears. Squee is no exception. He can almost feel all of his stress washing out of his body.

Almost.

It’s like the static starts to flow into his mind and then hits a sudden barrier. He blinks with realization and sits up, looking around. All of the kids are staring at the TV, their eyes glazed over; some are even drooling.

Squee looks at the teacher. He’s completely focused on his book. Watching him carefully, Squee slides down his chair and onto the floor.

Dib’s chin rests in his hand as he stares at the TV, his cognitive function near unresponsive. He doesn’t even react when Squee grabs him by his hair and tugs him to the floor.

Squee waves his hand in front of Dib’s eyes, but he remains motionless; just an empty doll. He quickly digs around in his bag before pulling out a pair of headphones which he plants over Dib’s ears. He connects them to his phone and cranks the volume.

Music from Hellz Rebels blasts into Dib’s ears, knocking him out of his trance. He jumps and gasps but Squee quickly covers his mouth before he can make any noise.

He motions for Dib to be quiet and shows him a message he typed on his phone.

‘Keep the headphones on. The teacher is brainwashing everyone with that video.’

Dib looks at him with surprise and peeks over the desk. Mr. Brim is still busy reading his book and hasn’t noticed Squee and Dib have disappeared from their seats.

Dib looks back at Squee as he types another message. ‘What should we do?’

He considers the question before taking the phone and typing his own message. ‘We have to destroy that video but be careful of the teacher. He could be dangerous. Let’s get out of here first so I can think clearly.’

‘What about Zim?’ Squee asks. ‘I only have the one set of headphones.’

‘Leave him,’ Dib replies, ‘we can handle this ourselves.’

So the two of them crawl along the floor towards the windows. They peek over the desks at Mr. Brim, who is still lost in his book, before carefully opening one and climbing through.

Once outside, Dib lowers the headphones, sighing with relief. “Good thinking using Pepito’s music, Squee,” he comments, “who would’ve thought it’d be so effective at disrupting brainwashing.”

“Well, I figured something loud would be best,” Squee replies, “so what’s the plan?” Dib thinks about it for a second. “If I can hack into the intercom system, maybe we can call Mr. Brim out of the classroom. Then we just gotta sneak into the class and destroy the video.”

“Okay,” Squee nods, “how do you do that?”

“I’m gonna need one of the speakers.”

They quickly hurry over to the closest window that leads into the hallway and let themselves in. They look up at the speaker hanging just overhead.

“Okay, give me a boost,” Dib orders.

“Give you a boost?” Squee scoffs, “you’re like a whole foot taller than me. Plus there’s no way I’d be able to hold you.”

“Fine, I’ll use this garbage bin,” Dib says as he climbs onto the lid of the trash bin. “Just hold it steady.”

Squee holds the bin steady as it wobbles under Dib’s weight. He reaches for the intercom speaker and begins to remove it from the wall when the door behind them suddenly slams open.

“Well, got a couple of troublemakers, do we?” Mr. Brim says.

Squee’s arms quickly shoot to his sides. Dib loses his balance on the wobbling bin lid and cries out as he falls to the floor.

“Sorry,” Squee squeaks as Dib sits up, rubbing his back.

“Do you know what we do to troublemakers?” Mr. Brim asks.

“You’re the troublemaker!” Dib declares, jumping to his feet and pointing accusingly at Mr. Brim. “We know you’re brainwashing the other students. What’s your game?”

“I’ll tell you what we do to troublemakers,” he continues, ignoring Dib.

“Don’t ignore me while I’m trying to question you,” he snaps.

“We lynch them.”

“Lynch?” Squee questions.

“We?” Dib questions.

Mr. Brim grins darkly as he steps out of the doorway. “Children, capture the troublemakers.”

The other students shamble out of the classroom, their eyes glazed over and their mouths hanging open. Dib and Squee watch them with uncertainty.

Then, as a unit, the whole group charges them. They scream and try to get away but there’s just too many hands grabbing at them.

They struggle to wrestle themselves free and shove the other kids off of them. Dib slips out of his coat and Squee loses his bag when they finally manage to free themselves. Then they race down the hallway as the other kids give chase.

“In here!” Dib exclaims and they dive into an empty classroom, locking the door behind them.

Squee looks down at himself, suddenly realizing his bag is gone. “They got my stuff!” he barks and races for the door.

“Whoa, Squee!” Dib shouts, holding him back. “You can’t fight them! There’s too many and they’re not in their right minds.”

Squee steps back, running his hand over his hair and taking a deep breath. “Alright. Now what?”

Before Dib can answer, they hear the sound of static. They turn around to see a television has suddenly turned on and is playing that same video.

“No! Dib, don’t look!” Squee yells and jumps out in front of him, but it’s too late. He’s already gotten lost in the swirl and the static.

“Dib! Dib!” Squee cries, shaking Dib by his shirt but there’s no response.

The announcement chime plays over the intercom speaker and Squee looks up at it. “This is a message for Dib Membrane.”

“Kill Squee C.”

“What?” Squee exclaims.

In their respective classes, Gaz and Tak both hear the message. “What?”

Still locked up in the Principal’s office, Pepito hears someone deliver the message. “What?”

“Okay,” he snarls, “enough of this.”

Black energy sparks around him before exploding, completely destroying the locker and the net. Pepito collapses to his knees amidst the rubble, panting with exhaustion before looking up.

Sitting at the Principal’s computer is a man who appears mostly human. But he has a pair of short, white horns and long claws on his fingers. He stares at Pepito with a mix of surprise, fear, and respect.

“I don’t know why a pair of demons from Hell is here,” Pepito says as he stands up. “And frankly, I don’t care. I’m done being your prisoner. And whatever you’ve done to Dib- I’m gonna go fix it. But first…”

He trails off as energy sparks around his hands. The demon man whimpers fearfully.

Back in the classroom, Dib lashes out and grabs Squee’s throat. He gags and grips Dib’s arm as he presses down on his Adam’s apple, looking past Squee with empty eyes.

Squee reaches into his pants’ pocket and pulls out a switchblade. He flips open the knife and whips it. It flies past Dib’s head and crashes into the TV screen.

The static stops and Dib’s arm flops to his side. Squee falls to his knees, coughing for breath as he rubs his neck.

“D-Dib?” he croaks, looking up. Dib is still unresponsive and motionless. He just stares straight ahead with glazed over eyes.

Squee cries out with surprise as something starts banging against the classroom door. Through the window he can see his classmates trying to break in.

“Dib!” he exclaims, grabbing Dib’s shirt and shaking him. “Dib, you gotta snap out of it! Wake up!”

Dib still doesn’t respond, his head wobbling like a bobble head. Squee winces as the other students continue banging on the door.

“Dib, please,” he begs, “I don’t know what to do. I-I can’t do this by myself.”

Squee hangs his head as tears slip down his face. His quiet sobs flow into Dib’s ears and he blinks a couple times before looking down at him.

“Squee?” he questions, “what’s wrong? Are you okay?”

Squee looks up at him with surprise before breaking into a big smile. “You’re back!” he cheers and leaps up to hug his neck.

“Ah, yeah,” Dib replies with surprise. “Wh-what happened? Did I do something?”

“Nah,” Squee smiles as he steps back. “Nothing much.”

Dib looks at him questionably. Then they both jump as the door cracks from the force of the banging.

“We need to get out of here,” Squee says.

“Right. Come on,” Dib nods and they hurry over to the window. They quickly slip outside before the other students break in.

“What now?” Squee asks.

“First, let’s destroy that video,” Dib replies.

Squee nods and they race back to their classroom. It’s empty now with the video still playing in the darkness.

“I’ll get it,” Squee says, “you stay here.”

Squee climbs through the open window. Once inside, he jumps with surprise when he sees Zim still sitting in his desk.

“Zim?” Squee questions. He doesn’t reply; just stares motionless at the TV.

Squee rubs his head curiously as he turns off the TV and removes the tape from the video player. He drops it on the floor and tries to stomp on it, but it doesn’t even crack.

“I can’t break it,” he says as Dib climbs into the room. He stares questionably at Zim- who still hasn’t moved- before approaching Squee and grabbing the tape. He tries whacking it against the edge of a desk but to no avail.

“This is one resilient tape,” Dib comments.

“That’s cause it’s not of the living world.”

Dib and Squee turn with surprise to see Pepito standing in the doorway. He’s panting heavily and much of his arms, neck, and face are covered in burn marks.

“Pepito!” they exclaim.

“What happened? Where have you been?” Squee asks.

“Locked up in the Principal’s office,” Pepito replies as he walks in. “It was hijacked by a couple of Hell demons.”

“Demons?” Dib questions.

“Give it,” Pepito demands, motioning for the tape. Dib hands it over and Pepito holds it between his hands. His energy swirls around it, quickly smashing it to pieces.

“Okay, that takes care of that,” Dib says and looks at the still unresponsive Zim. “What about everyone who’s been brainwashed?”

“How were you two not effected?” Pepito asks.

“Brainwashing never has any effect on me,” Squee shrugs.

“And I was,” Dib replies, “but Squee snapped me out of it using headphones and music.”

“So loud noises work then?” Pepito questions, “what kind of loud noise can we use on everyone?”

They all look up as the Skool bell sounds.

“Huh-wh-what?” Zim exclaims, jumping out of his desk and looking around in bewilderment.

“Looks like that did it,” Dib remarks.

They look out the door and down the hall at their fellow classmates. They’re all looking around in surprise, questioning why they’re suddenly out in the hall and standing by a broken door.

“Where’s Mr. Brim?” Squee questions.

“I can guess,” Pepito growls.

“Guys?” Zim asks as he walks up to them. “What’s going on?”

“No time to explain,” Pepito replies as he grabs his arm and tugs him into the hall. “Let’s go.”

They quickly run through the Skool to the Principal’s office. Pepito kicks open the door to find it empty.

“Dammit, he was right here,” he snaps.

“Who?” Dib asks.

“One of the assholes who captured me,” Pepito replies, “after I beat him up a little, I left him here to interrogate later. His partner must’ve come and got him.”

“Mr. Brim,” Dib and Squee say with realization.

“Hey, my stuff!” Squee gasps as he sees his bag and Dib’s coat sitting on the table. All of Squee’s stuff has been dumped out. “Ugh, it looks like they were rifling through it. They better not have taken anything.”

“Did they?” Pepito asks.

“No, all my knives, bombs, and notebooks are still here,” Squee replies, “what were they looking for?”

“Do you think that’s why they were here?” Dib questions, “were they looking for something?”

“Are they working for your dad?” Squee asks Pepito.

“I doubt it,” he replies, scratching his head. “Dad hasn’t been on my case about being the Antichrist for a long time. I don’t see why he’d suddenly send demons on us.”

“Should we be worried?” Dib asks.

“Well….” Pepito groans with uncertainty. “There’s nothing we can really do about it right now. I guess we’ll just have to watch out for anything suspicious.”

“That’s literally my whole life,” Squee remarks.

“Uh, excuse me,” Zim says impatiently, “could somebody please tell me what the Irk is going on!”

“How about we talk about it while we hide out in the boiler room?” Pepito suggests as they leave the office.

“Yeah, I would very much like to skip the next class,” Squee adds.

“That sounds like a great idea,” Dib agrees.

Meanwhile, down in Hell, Mr. Brim and his accomplice kneel before their leader: a figure cloaked in shadows.

“Pepito really did a number on you,” they remark, eyeing the many injuries covering the demon man.

“He is…quite powerful, my lord,” he comments.

“Not as powerful as he should be,” they grunt, “which is why I’m better. So, you never found it?”

“No, my lord,” Mr. Brim replies, “it was not in their lockers, their bags, or on their persons.”

“I see,” the leader nods, “you’ve done well. Go rest up.” They nod gratefully and begin to leave when an angered shout from the other side of the room interrupts them. “Done well?” Carcas barks, cracking the floor beneath his fist. “This was a complete waste of time!”

“Not true,” the leader argues, “we are narrowing down our search. If neither Squee nor Dib has it, then it must be in their homes.”

“What is so special about this artifact anyway?” Carcas snorts.

“It will bring us one step closer to creating the perfect army for destroying the Battalion,” they reply, “patience, Carcas. We just need to keep arranging our pieces, then everything will fall into place.”

#invader zim #invader zim fanfiction #johnny the homicidal maniac #johnny the homicidal maniac fanfiction #iz jthm crossover #myart #myocs

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inadaydream99 · 4 years

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Can u do a friends to lovers w huening kai where the reader is 1 year younger💕💞

Hey! Thanks for requesting. I really hope you enjoy! 😊

Win You Over

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“You what!” You shush Yeonjun in a panic, eyes darting around the room to make sure no one is in ear shot of your conversation.

“I like HueningKai alright. Help me!” You reiterate, whining a little at the end as you press your face into the palms of your hands in distress.

You have come to Yeonjun for advice, seeking out the eldest in hopes that he would be able to give you guidance on what to do about your crush on Kai. But so far you haven’t managed to get any further than repeat your confession to Yeonjun, his eyes still wide in shock and lips curling into a teasing smirk as he thinks it over.

“That’s so cute!” He suddenly reaches over to pinch your cheek, taking the opportunity to tease you.

“So can you help me or not?” You deadpan, not appreciating his cooing over you in the slightest.

“Of course I can, I am the master of everything!” He exclaims, a little too obnoxiously but you know he’s only messing around.

“And I already have a great idea...” he shoots you a devilsh look, instantly filling you with dread and making you wish you had seaked out Soobin for help instead.

After hearing about Yeonjun’s plan to get Kai’s attention, you waste no time in putting it into action.

You had previously sat next to HueningKai while he was occupied playing video games with Beomgyu, both of them muttering their hello’s to you without tearing thair gaze from the tv screen.

“Are you ready to go?” You look up at Yeonjun timidly, giggling softly as you nod your head.

“Ready.” You smile, standing up and following Yeonjun’s lead as he smirks at you.

“You look absolutely stunning.” He gushes, taking both your hands in his and intertwining you fingers together. You can’t hide the heat that rushes up your face, eyes darting down to look at the floor.

Hearing your conversation, Hueningkai’s attention is drawn away from the tv screen. You don’t realise as Yeonjun makes eye contact with HueningKai, sending him a pleased look, taunting the younger with his praise over you.

“Where are you two going?” Kai asks, his soft gaze meeting yours. If you knew any better you would think he looks disappointed.

“On a date.” Yeonjun simply answers, not wanting to dance around the topic. It was purposeful anyway, the first part of the plan being to grab Kai’s attention.

“Oh... well have a good time!” His dissapointed expression suddenly changes back into his usual bubbly smile, his body perking up and hand waving enthusiastically as he watches you leave the apartment holding Yeonjun’s hand.

As soon as the door is shut, however, his posture slumps again, the forced happiness melting away and adorable smile morphing into a frown.

“What’s with the sadness all of a sudden?” Beomgyu turns to face HueningKai, intrigue peaking as the youngers pout grows. Beomgyu had noticed the exchange of looks between Kai and Yeonjun, sensing an arising competition between them both. Though over what exactly he wasn’t sure.

“It’s nothing.” HueningKai grumpily mumbles, his behaviour suggesting the complete opposite.

“It’s clearly not nothing if you’re acting like a baby.” Beomgyu teases, snickering to himself.

“Ugh fine! I’m upset that Yeonjun is taking (Y/N) out on a date ok!” He exclaims, moodily throwing his arms about in defence.

Beomgyu finds the whole situation highly amusing, a taunting smirk resting on his face as he waits for Kai to calm down.

“Ok so, ask (Y/N) on a date too if you like her that much.” Kai falls silent, mind going into overdrive as Beomgyu pats him on the back before resuming his video game.

“Now come on, you’re loosing.” He continues like nothing out of the ordinary has just happened. HueningKai suddenly doesn’t care about the game, his mind now wanting nothing more than to win you over.

“What’s all this for?” You gasp, your heart skipping a beat upon entering the guys dorms to see the display of different snacks and movies neatly placed on the coffee table in the centre of the living room.

“I thought we could have a movie marathon.” HueningKai sweetly answers, beaming at you with pride filling his chest.

It’s been a few days since your fake date with Yeonjun. The second part of the plan being for you to lay low for a day or two while Yeonjun susses out HueningKai’s feelings towards the prospect of you being with someone else.

Yeonjun wasn’t stupid, he knew before you came to him for help that you had feelings for HueningKai. In fact he was worried that he’d initially overplayed his surprise, but you didn’t catch on.

He also knew of Kai’s feelings for you, it being completely obvious to Yeonjun just by observing how Kai liked to take care of you, fully taking advantage of the fact that he isn’t the youngest when you are around.

“Oh my gosh you even got gummy worms!” You squeal, elated by the fact that he remembered your favourite candy.

“Bet Yeonjun didn’t put all this effort in for his date.” HueningKai mumbles under his breath, quietly enough that you won’t hear him. He hadn’t technically asked you on a date, more so going with the causal hang out route and hoping to turn it into a date by making his move.

“Did you just say something?” You turn to face him, tilting your head to the side which makes Kai’s heart race a little faster than it already is, finding your innocence so endearing.

“No.” HueningKai shakes his head, chuckling quietly. “What film do you wanna start with?” He continues, quickly moving on the conversation before you pick up on his nervousness.

You slowly wake to see the end credits rolling on the tv, it’s volume turned right down and all the lights in the room switched off expect for a single lamp in the corner.

You don’t remember falling alseep but it’s apparent you did and as you grow more accustomed to your surroundings you realise that the soft pillow underneath you is actually Kai’s chest.

Judging by his steady breathing you assume he is still asleep. You don’t want to disrupt him but at the same time the longer you stay cuddled into his chest the more you feel awkward.

With your mind running over how embarrassed you would feel for him to wake up and find you like this, the need to move away becomes increasingly stronger.

You hold in a breath when you feel HueningKai’s arms clutch tighter around your waist after you subtly begin to wiggle your way out of his hold. Had his arm been there the whole time? You weren’t sure.

“Don’t leave, you’re warm.” Your face flushes red, though even if Kai’s eyes were open he wouldn’t be able to see in the dim light, which you are thankful for.

“How long have you been awake?” You timidly look up at him, your head tilted at an awkward angle from being pulled back onto his chest.

“I never fell asleep.” He chuckles as you bury your face into your hands.

“No, no, it’s ok. Don’t be embarrassed.” He softly speaks, using both his hands to pry yours away from sheltering your face. “You can fall asleep on me like this anytime, it’s really cute.” He continues, finally making eye contact with you.

The affectionate smile on his face sends you into an adrenaline induced panic, feeling so flustered from the situation you don’t know any other way to react.

You don’t know what to say, mind completely void of any coherent thought. You look down to realise your hands are still in HueningKai’s, a nervous “ummm” sounding from you upon taking in the situation.

“Can I try something?” Your head shoots up to meet Kai’s soft gaze. Mouth slightly agape as you nod in response.

You hadn’t realised how close your faces were until this moment.

Slowly, HueningKai’s hand reaches to caress your cheek, his other using his thumb to soothingly rub circles on your hand.

Drawing your face closer to his, he stops millimetres apart. Lips ghosting and breath mixing in a tense moment of silence.

His eyes bore into yours, watching intently for any refusal and when he gets none he gently connects your lips with his.

Your eyes flutter shut, taking in the moment as much as you can. The kiss is timid but conveys a sense of longing, like Kai has been waiting as long as you have for this moment.

“Woah.” You whisper as you pull apart. Cheesy grins plastered on both of your faces.

“I guess we’re not just friends anymore.” You chuckle at Kai’s statement.

“I guess not.”

#txt fluff #txt imagines #txt fanfic #txt drabbles #txt oneshots #txt reactions #txt scenarios #txt huening kai #txt x reader #kpop fluff #kpop x reader #kpop requests #kpop oneshots #kpop drabbles #kpop imagines #kpop scenarios

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autumnsart22 · 3 years

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Oikawa x reader ch. 8

Ok so I’m thinking that Sundays are going to be my day to update for anyone wondering. Also, next week’s chapter is going to be funnnn 😏

Suga’s mom was gone for the weekend, so Karasuno had the entire house to themselves. When I arrived, the first floor had been turned into a den of pillows and blankets, tossed haphazardly in a pile in front of the TV. The whole team was sitting down to dinner when I came in, but they leapt up when they saw me.

I felt like I hadn’t seen them all in ages. With homework, managing Aoba Johsai, plus the new art classes I was taking, I was at a lack of much time. Kiyoko was the only one I saw regularly.

“What have you guys been up to all day?” I asked, seating myself between Tsukki and Kageyama.

Neither of them responded, but Hinata leaned over Kageyama to tell me excitedly, “We watched a lot of Attack on Titan, and played cards, and swam in Suga’s pool!”

Well that explained why all their hair was wet.

“What did you do today, Y/n?” Daichi asked from one end of the table.

I shoved a bite of the delicious Katsudon into my mouth, suddenly starving. “I went to downtown mall arcade with Seijo. They won a practice game, so it’s their tradition to celebrate.”

“They celebrate every time they win a game, even if it’s just practice?”

I shrugged. “I guess. I think it’s to keep their spirits high and the team connected.”

Noya pounded the table, prompting Tanaka to join him. “We should do that!” Suga rolled his eyes, smacking them both on the back of their heads before they could break any of the dishes.

I asked about Karasuno’s last practice game, which prompted a full play by play, plus a rundown on everything that could have been improved, as well as a lot of random noise commentary from Hinata.

At the end of dinner, Kiyoko, Asahi, and I helped Suga clean up the dishes, rinsing them and putting them into the dishwasher. The rest of the boys scattered to the living room, where I could hear them arguing over which movie to watch.

Suga randomly whipped out a bottle of vodka with a little bit left, passing the bottle around to Kiyoko and I and we both took a few gulps. Asahi politely declined.

Tanaka began to play a weird mix of trashy rap and old 2000s music, and a massive pillow fight erupted right as I entered the room, leading to a cushion right in my face. I grabbed one from the ground and chased after Kageyama, who screamed like a little girl as I smacked him with it.

I could barely breathe as the alcohol kicked in, laughing so hard that my sides hurt. Tanaka and Noya wrestled in the center of the floor, Yamaguchi danced around Tsukki like a little puppy, and Hinata repeatedly attacked Kageyama with different pillows.

We began to have a karaoke battle as Tanaka passed around a massive bottle of rum. When “Where Have You Been” by Rihanna came on, I stumbled to my feet, swaying.

“This is my jam!” I yelled, snatching a remote from the counter to use as a microphone. With Hinata as my backup, I began to belt out the song full volume while jumping on the couch, almost falling.

Tanaka and Kiyoko cheered me on, while Nishinoya filmed me, probably to post on his story. I was too drunk to care.

Oikawa POV:

I lay sprawled across my bed, hair wet from the shower I just took, phone in my hand. It was Saturday, which meant I had plenty of time to do my homework tomorrow. No need to worry about it now.

Instead, I clicked through social media, a few volleyball highlights from Japan’s recent game popping up on my feed. I had already seen most of them, and I swiped instead to Snapchat. Tapping through people’s stories, I felt my heart stumble as I clicked on Yu Nishinoya’s. The video was brief and terrible quality, the camera shaking as Karasuno’s libero jumped around. A Rihanna song played insanely loud in the background, but my attention was wholly focused on the girl screaming the lyrics into a remote control, her H/c hair tangled as she jumped around on the couch.

An involuntary smile pulled up my mouth, and I laughed out loud at how ridiculous she looked. So cute.

I practically threw my phone aside, sitting up and groaning. God, why was I suddenly so restless? I wanted to slide up on Nishinoya’s story to demand where they were. I wanted to have her here with me, not them. Why did I feel like this?

I stood up and walked over to my dresser, where the picture of Y/n and I from the photobooth sat. I felt my face get hot staring at them, especially the last one. Her lips were curled up in a smile as she kissed my cheek, and I suddenly wished I didn’t look so stupid. When she had leaned over, I had been completely caught off guard, so my face was red and my eyes were wide with shock. I hoped she didn’t notice when she looked at the sheet later.

Falling back on the bed with a huff, I pulled up the selfie I had taken with her. God, how was she so pretty?

I swiped left, watching the video Hanamaki had taken of Y/n and I dancing for the fifth time that night. She was laughing, practically bent over as we jumped around like idiots to the song.

I groaned, burying my face in my pillow. Did I like her? I didn’t want to admit it to myself, but why else would I want to call her right now, just to hear her voice?

For me, volleyball has always been the most important thing in my life. I had girlfriends and infatuations in the past, but they were all brief and not worth it. Having our new team manager as my girlfriend was not a good idea, especially if things ended badly. She was off limits.

So why did my stomach hurt just to think about it?

“Fuckkkk,” I groaned.

Y/n POV (five days later):

I swiped through the Instagram post Kiyoko had sent me, which displayed a cartoon beach and the words Volleyball Club Beach Party across the top. Apparently it was scheduled for this Saturday, two days from now. Unfortunately, Coach Nobuteru had scheduled practice for that day, so Aoba Johsai wouldn’t be able to make it.

I texted back my disappointed response to Kiyoko, shoving my phone into my pocket, only for it to ding again almost immediately.

Kiyoko

Just ditch practice for the day. Pleaseeeee

I sighed, looking at the post again. It really did look fun, and apparently teams from all across the area would be there. It would be a great way to meet potential opponents for upcoming games.

I sighed again, already thinking up an excuse for my coach to miss practice that day.

Y/n

Ok fine ill go

Chapter 7

Chapter 9

#oikawa #oikawa tooru #oikawa x reader #oikawa fluff #oikawa torū #haikyuu!!#haikyu x reader #haikyuu oikawa #haikyū!!#fandom #fanfiction #writing #fanfic

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One Good Reason: (3/5) - Dean x Reader

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Female Reader Chapter Warnings: No major warnings, a shorter chapter this time as Dean and the Reader get used to living together. Also - something strange is happening at the bunker, and it’s not just Dean and the Reader pretending they’re not attracted to each other. Series Summary: Dean never brings women back to the bunker. It figures the one time he breaks his own rule, the state issues a lockdown. Navigating the next month is an exercise in trust, patience, and falling in love. Author’s Note: I don’t own Dean or Supernatural, but the plot and writing is mine, so please don’t repost it without my permission. Also: my new page divider is by the amazing @writeyourmindaway!

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2.5 weeks later

You hiss as you get out of bed, the cool floor underneath you a shock first thing in the morning. You rifle through your suitcase, grabbing a hoodie and pulling it on, as well as a thick pair of socks. Yawning, you open your door and head down the hallway to the kitchen.

“Morning,” you say quietly to Dean, who’s already dressed at the table, a steaming cup of coffee in front of him. You narrow your eyes at him. Who looks that good first thing in the morning? His shirtsleeves are rolled up on his forearms, the veins there distracting you.

“Hi,” he says back, meeting your eyes briefly. It’s always like this - the two of you a little shy during the first conversation of the day. “Did you sleep okay?”

“Yeah,” you say, sighing, “I kept hearing noises. Were you and Sam up late?”

Dean looks up curiously. “I mean, we were up later than you.” He frowns, “Didn’t mean to keep you up.”

You start to get stuff together for your coffee, and scowl when you realize the almond milk you like is empty. And back in the fridge.

“It’s fine,” you tell him absently. You roll your eyes to yourself as you grab the now empty milk carton out of the fridge and set it on the counter with the rest of the empties waiting to be recycled - two empty boxes of cereal, and half a dozen beer bottles.

“Is it too much to ask for someone to not put an empty carton of milk in the fridge?”

Dean glances up from his laptop. He and Sam have been working on something for a few days, but he hasn’t mentioned details, and you haven’t asked.

“Don’t look at me,” he replies, “You and Sam are the only ones who drink that crap.” He makes a face at the carton of almond milk.

You sigh, and add the carton to the pile. “We have to go to the store again.”

“See, you say we, but you mean me.”

You smile sweetly, tilting your head. “But Dean. Think about how much you want to drive your car. Might as well run an errand, right?”

You can tell he’s trying not to smile. “You’re trouble.”

You hum, trying to figure out what else you’re going to have for breakfast now that milk is out of the question.

“Lactose intolerant?” He asks, going back to typing.

“Oh, not sure, actually. Just like the taste better.”

He hums. You stare at him for a bit, trying to figure him out. Dean is so mysterious, but still makes himself open, makes you feel comfortable and safe. It’s such a strange feeling. Still, you will not let his or his brother’s good looks make you forget why you’re a little irritated this morning.

Living with men is…. Hard. They’re constantly leaving messes everywhere (even though Dean has tendencies to clean everything when he’s bored) and the volume at which they play video games together…. Astronomical.

Your point is proven a few hours later when you’re on a call with your work team and even though you’re muted so they can’t hear Sam or Dean, you can’t hear a thing being said to you. “Can you guys excuse me just one minute?” You ask apologetically, and then take your headset off, storming down the hall.

You burst through the door and they barely even glance at you. Fuming, you walk right in front of the TV and stand there, arms crossed as they sputter.

“Hey! You make a better door than you do a window, you know.” Dean says, leaning to see around you.

“You are children.” You huff, blowing the hair that has escaped your ponytail out of your face. “I am on a work call. It’s important, and I can’t hear anything.”

Sam looks a little sheepish. “We thought with the door closed--”

“We can’t be that loud.” Dean interrupts.

You look at him like he’s grown another head. “All I’m asking is for a half hour of quiet. That’s it. I’m begging you.” You say, trying to turn on the charm. “Dean?”

He grumbles under his breath, but you can see the fight leaving him. “A half hour?”

“Maybe less,” you reason with him.

“Fine.”

You manage to finish your work call without any other disruptions, but by the time you’re finished, Sam and Dean are watching the news and you’re slipping into a worse and worse mood.

You’re more homesick than you’ve ever been. The weight of all of it is too much, and you excuse yourself from the room before you can burst into tears.

You hate this - you hate the whole state of the world and you hate that it’s forced you into the most awkward situation of your life, all because you couldn’t resist a pretty pair of eyes and a sense of humor.

You find your way to your room and curl in a ball on your bed, the unfamiliar texture of the blanket under you making your heart clench.

You start a YouTube video on your laptop, some mindless cooking videos that play on a loop until you manage to fall into a restless sleep.

Dean approaches your door hesitantly. He has no idea what he should do - if he should leave you alone, or try to apologize. Though if he’s honest, he’s not even sure what he should apologize for.

He’s just got a general guilty feeling coursing through his body. It’s his fault you’re stuck here, after all.

He notices the door isn’t shut all the way, so he pushes it open gently. The room is dark except from the light coming from your computer, and you’re curled in a ball on top of the covers.

Dean finds that he can’t stop staring at you, and wills himself to stop standing there like a creep. He pulls a throw blanket off the end of the bed and covers you with it, reaching over to push your laptop closed.

His mind has been flashing back to that first night with you, trying to understand what made you so different. He’s liked having you around, even if he won’t admit it to anyone who asks. He still feels that connection he felt the first night, but he has no idea what you’re thinking, and he doesn't want to push or pressure you, especially when you can’t leave even if you wanted to.

Leaving the room, he finds Sam and Cas in the kitchen. Cas has an armful of groceries.

“You better wipe those down,” Dean says, and Cas rolls his eyes.

“I can’t get sick, Dean.” He says it like he’s talking to a child.

“And what are you going to tell her when she wakes up?” He asks, gesturing towards the hall where you’re sleeping. “We don’t have any backup plan if things get weird.”

As if on cue, the lights above them flicker. Just once, but enough that the three of them freeze, eyes suddenly sharp.

“You’re kidding me.” Sam says.

A flutter of wings, and Cas is gone.

“What the fuck?” Dean asks, and Sam shrugs.

“Went to check it out? He’ll be back.”

“He can’t keep flying off. He’s going to slip up one of these days and appear in front of her and she’s going to pass out.”

Sam snickers. “You’re awfully protective.”

Dean ignores him, but he can’t deny it either. He feels it in his gut, to make sure you don’t find out the truth about him and Sam, and to make sure you feel comfortable while you’re here. Maybe it’s his innate need to take care of people, but the small voice in the back of his mind that he rarely listens to tells him it’s something else.

The lights flicker again, and Dean moves to the doorway, sighing. “We better figure this out, and soon.”

“You think it’s possible she brought something here with her?”

Dean stops, because he never even considered it. He just figured it was his own bad luck that while he’s trying to conceal who he really is from a girl he maybe sort of likes, a ghost would start haunting the bunker. Maybe it was Charlie here to finally give him the ass kicking he deserves for getting a girl like you stuck in this mess.

“I have no idea.”

Suddenly there are footsteps, and Dean shushes Sam before he can reply. You come into view a minute later, rubbing your fingers through your hair, and Dean finds he wants to do it for you. He shakes it off.

“Problems with the electrical in this place?” You ask.

Sam makes a choked noise that has you looking at him in alarm. “Uh-- yeah.” He recovers, “It’s an old place. You know.”

“Uh huh.” You look back at Dean for confirmation, and he shrugs.

“Slept okay?” He asks, changing the subject completely before he can put his foot in his mouth.

You nod. “Needed a nap.”

Dean looks a little closer and thinks he can see dried tear tracks on your cheeks. It has him reacting automatically, taking a step closer, but he sees you shrink back and he stops immediately, snapping back into awareness of what he’s doing.

“I’m going to take a shower,” you mumble, and then you’re gone, leaving Dean staring at his shoes, clenching his jaw and trying to figure out how you’re all get through a month more of this.

Cas appears back in the kitchen, and Dean glares.

“You have to stop doing that.”

“I think there’s a spirit in the bunker.” Cas says, ignoring Dean’s warning.

Sam groans, head tipping backwards. “Great. Good. Couldn’t be better timing.”

Dean puts his hands on his hips, sighing. “Look, tonight we’ll hunt it. Just-- we’ll wait until she’s asleep and hope it heads to the opposite end of the bunker.” He turns to Cas, “And you. Walk. You have to walk.”

Cas rolls his eyes, and Dean truly wonders if he’s going to make it through quarantine without killing his best friend or his brother, and if he can keep them all and you from being murdered by a vengeful spirit.

#dean x reader #spn reader insert #one good reason #dean winchester x reader

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applepiry · 3 years

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Karasuno Uni (Chap 3)

Chapter 3 - Saturday Afternoon

Contains: Jealousy as always, Flirting, smidgens of xNoya and xHinata Pairing: Short Fem Reader x Multiple Haikyuu Characters Ry: Look at that i’m blushing ;; WC: 4.4k+

YN- Your Name || LN - Last Name || YNN-chan - Your Nickname (From Family) || B#1 - Brother #1 Oldest Brother || B#2 - Brother #2 Second Brother

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It had been an extremely awkward walk to the bus stop with Kageyama and Hinata, and when you had gotten home you had told Kenma you had decided to go to sleep instead of playing. You had taken a long, hot shower and paced around for a while before you ended up passing out on your plush couch while sketching to calm your mind down.

You had woken up to sunlight in your eyes, and had made yourself your favorite hot beverage before you even began to think about what today would hold for you. Finally, when you look at your phone, you see so many texts from last night from Noya, Hinata and Tanaka, as well two from this morning, one from Kenma and another from Kageyama. Geez, these boys were going to drain all your energy before you could even get ready to go.

Texting Kenma first, the safest choice, you send; “Good morning. Sorry for not meeting you online. I was so exhausted. Let’s play tonight tho!ヽ(・∀・)ﾉ”

After that, you send a very similar good morning text to Noya, Tanaka and Hinata; “Morning! Can’t wait to kick your butt in any game we play! \(^ヮ^)/ ”

One last one, texting Kageyama a reply; “Morning, how did you sleep? ٩(ˊ〇ˋ*)و”

Doing your usual morning routine, you play your favorite music, dancing around as you ready yourself. Humming along to the song, you pick out an outfit that was going to be comfortable for all day; some slightly loose fit jeans that hugged your hips and thighs, a graphic u-neck t-shirt, and your favorite hoodie.

Right as you grab your phone, it goes off with a text from Noya, saying to head over whenever, as he was up now. Looking at the clock, it was almost 9:00 now, so it was a good time to head out anyway. Grabbing your backpack and putting the essentials, you also add some snacks, your phone, a charger and your 3DS into it.

You put on socks and laced up your shoes, lock up, and walk down the steps, seeing your grandparents out in the courtyard having their morning tea.

“Ojiisan! Obaasan!” you say happily as you reach them, giving them greeting kisses on their heads.

“Going out, YNN-chan?” your grandma wonders with a sweet smile.

“Yes, I was just about to tell Mom, is she in the shop?”

“No, she’s out at the store. Your father is, though,” your grandpa tells you, “We’ll tell them for you later, go have fun today, okay?” he tells you, handing you some money and patting your hand.

You thank him several times before grabbing your bike, glad that Noya had been so excited he texted their address to you last night. Right before you leave, you remember something and run into the bookshop, grabbing the next volume of a manga that Noya and Hinata had mentioned liking, shoving them into your bag before heading out on your bike, music playing in your headphones.

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After half an hour, you come up to a three story apartment building, finding a place to lock your bike into place. Finding the right door on the third floor, you knock twice, rocking on your heels only once before the door flung open.

“You came!” Noya’s happy voice filled your ears, his hand grabbing yours as he ushered you in. It seemed like a basic three bedroom, one bath apartment with a small living room and kitchen. The living room had a huge tv with two consoles under it, many games and manga lining shelves, several arm chairs, a few beanbags and a three seater couch in the middle.

“Of course,” you say with a soft laugh. “Why wouldn’t I?”

“Well, girls aren’t... usually interested when we invite them for video games,” Noya replies honestly with a shrug. “But whatever! I’m so stoked you came,” he added. He leads you to the couch and offers you some water, coming back with a bottle and handing it to you. “Taka is still asleep, we stayed up kinda late,” he laughed out.

You nod and take a sip of water, “Really? I went to sleep right after I got home… I don’t know how you didn’t pass out after that game!” you respond with your own laughter.

“We can’t usually sleep right after a game. Takes time to wind down!”

“Makes sense.” You stare at your water bottle, wondering what to say.

“Any games you like to play the most?” he wonders, your eyes finally landing on his face.

You realize how close Nishinoya sat to you, despite there being ample room on the couch. His eyes lock with yours, the two of you seemingly moving closer to each other with each slowly creeping second. Your breath hitches and you prepare yourself, a hundred percent ready to kiss this man in front of you, right here, right now. It wouldn’t be your first kiss, no, but your first in a long time.

Finally feeling the softest of connection from his lips, you go to close your eyes before the feeling is gone in a flash, his entire body across the couch in the blink of an eye. You sit there, confused and concerned you had done something wrong until you hear what he had obviously heard.

Footsteps.

A door swings open and you hear a loud yawn, “Uggh, what time is it?” Tanaka grumbles, wearing nothing but boxers as he scratches his bottom.

Your face heats up instantly, looking away and fidgeting.

“Taka! YN is here!” Noya says, throwing a blanket from the couch at him.

Tanaka’s face turns blank, and he makes an ungodly sound as he goes back into his room with a slam. A moment later he comes out wearing sweats and a bright smile as if nothing had happened, “Hey YN, how are you this morning?” he asks with a new found confidence in his voice. He obviously didn’t mind being shirtless in front of anybody, you had noticed.

“Oh, yaknow, not bad. I fell asleep on my couch, though, so my backs a little sore,” you tell him with a soft laugh.

“Want me to rub it?” Tanaka offers without any hesitation.

Your face goes hot and you shake your head, holding up your hands, “N-No, that’s fine. If anything, I should give you guys a massage after that awesome practice match! It was so cool to watch a game up close,” you tell them with a soft chuckle.

“I’ll totally take you up on that!” Noya replies with a grin.

“I’m cool…!” Tanaka said, grinning ear to ear.

SLAM!

All three of you turn and see a blonde girl coming out of the last room, looking extremely exhausted.

“Long night at the bar, Nee-chan?” Noya asked with a grin.

“Very! But I made lots of tips,” she said grinning back before she realized you were there. “Oh, who's this? A girl?” she snickered, jumping over the back of the couch and sitting beside you. “Wow, you’re hot~” licking her lips she leaned in close and touched your cheek gently.

“Saeko! This is our new manager we were telling you about!” Tanaka said from between gritted teeth, annoyed with his big sister. Well, more like jealous of her touching you so casually.

“Oh that’s right! LN-chan, right?” she wondered, smiling at you.

You nodded, leaning in a bit to her touch, not at all phased with women touching you. “Yes, YN is my first name,” you tell her, looking up at her with interest. You always admired a confident woman, and women weren’t at all that hard to get along with. Perhaps the fact you had never been a threat in middle and high school kept them genuinely nice towards you, but it had been an overall pleasant experience.

Saeko’s face went pink for a moment before she grinned, “I like you, YN-chan!” she laughed, pulling away and hopping up. She heads into the kitchen and rummages around, “Hey, are you going to stay for lunch, YN-chan?” she calls to you.

“Oh, well if that’s okay?” you wonder, looking towards Noya and Tanaka, both who were trying to find ways to get closer to you.

“Hinata and Kageyama are coming sometime, too,” Tanaka adds.

“Let’s go get stuff for hot pot later then,” she calls back, coming back into the living room. “Who wants to go?” she wonders, looking around.

“I don’t mind?” you say.

“Me!” both Tanaka and Noya say at the same time, then look at each other.

“Perfect, I'll take Tanaka!” Saeko says with a grin, “You can carry all the bags back,” she adds as she goes to her room to get changed.

“Argh!” Tanaka groans and stomps into his own room with an annoyed look.

Noya looks away, but you can tell he’s grinning to himself.

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After the two leave with protests from Tanaka, you fidget for a moment on the couch, your eyes flickering to Noya after a few moments. Locking once more with the beautiful pair, his eyes remind you of dark honey, your lips part in a way that Noya obviously finds inviting. His eyes flicker down to your lips, his body shifted towards you.

“Can I…?” his words barely register before your own answer is out.

“Yeah,” is all the acknowledgment he needs before he's back beside you.

In a moment, his lips nearly crash against yours, his body pressed against yours. Your eyes are closed as your hands find their way up his chest and hold onto his shoulders. One of his hands finds its way to your lower thigh, resting there as the other rests on your cheek. His lips feel so soft against yours, moving sweetly against yours despite being so deep at first. Wet warmth crosses your bottom lip, his tongue asking for entrance. Parting your lips as a reply, his tongue is exploring your mouth, making your knees quiver a bit, you definitely hadn’t expected this style of kiss. Finally, the two of you part, panting softly in synch, staring deep into each other's eyes.

“Wow,” you murmur once you catch your breath.

Noya’s face spreads into a grin, his thumb running over your jeans, gently pressing into your soft thighs. “Yeah, seriously…” he says, licking his lips.

Your hands gently squeezed onto his shoulder for a moment before letting go, sliding down his chest. “U-Um.. want that massage?” you wonder, shifting a bit. “A-A shoulder massage?” you add quickly, biting your bottom lip gently.

He nods happily, “I’d love that!” he says excitedly, and moves himself, getting onto a beanbag in front of you, so he's now leaning back in between your legs. Leaning his head back even further to look up at you as you begin rubbing his shoulders, he hums happily before speaking again. “Hey, do you think-”

Knock Knock Knock!

Both of you look towards the door, wondering who in the world was here, knocking. Noya jumped up quickly and went to the door, peeking out the eyehole. He let out a deep sigh, “It’s Hinata,” he says, his face turned away from you as he opened the door. “Hey Hinata!” he greets him happily, ushering him in.

Hinata happily says hello to Noya, then sees you on the couch and stiffens a bit, “YN-chan!” he trots over to you and sits beside you, “Did you guys get the new volume in yet?!” he wonders. When he and Kageyama had dropped you off at your stop, you had mentioned during the walk your family owned a bookstore, and Hinata had asked you to keep an eye out.

Noya quickly takes his place in the beanbag between your legs before Shouyou notices it. He acts as if this is normal, and begins turning on the tv as you answer Hinata.

“Oh, yeah!” you say, grabbing your backpack and pulling it into your lap. You pull the manga out, setting them down on the table, leaning across right beside Noya’s head. As you pull back, your breast brushes against Noya’s head, causing both of the boys to stiffen. Hinata watching your chest closely, and Noya staring straight ahead, savoring the feeling. Your breath hitches for a moment as you lean back, swallowing hard, “S-Sorry, Nishinoya-senpai…” you murmur.

He turns to you with a grin, although his face shows he's panicking inside as he gives you a thumbs up, “Nothing to apologize for!” he proclaims, turning back to look over the manga.

Hinata shifts a bit and turns away, grabbing one of the manga off the table. “Thank you so much! I didn’t expect you to bring them! I could have stopped by later,” he laughed. He starts rummaging through his pockets, pulling out some money for you.

You smile and shake your head, “You can still stop by any time,” you tell him. You close his hand and push it back, “No need to pay me for any of this,” you declare.

“What?! No way! You can’t just give me something without getting something in return!” Hinata whined.

“It’s totally fine, I wanted to get you guys something, so I got you and Noya-senpai the manga volumes! Ah, I haven’t figured out anything else for anyone, though,” you explain, scratching your neck gently as you nervously spoke. You weren’t sure what their reactions would be.

Noya tilted his head back and grinned at you again, holding the book, “Thanks so much! I really appreciate it,” he told you, leaning slightly so his back was touching your legs. He opened his mouth to ask a question, but Hinata spoke first.

“Wow you’re so nice…!” Hinata says, and unable to help himself, wraps his arms around you and hugs you, squeezing you for a moment before letting go. “AH! I hope that was okay…” he says, fidgeting.

A smile spreads across your face, “I don’t mind. I actually like hugs,” you tell them, feeling a bit more confident around them. The fact that you could relax around both of them, and they both seemed to think highly of you, helped the situation.

Hinata’s face goes red and he nods. Both of them look like they have something to say when the clicking of the door’s lock causes everyone’s heads to turn. Tanaka and Saeko had returned with the groceries, since the store really was only around the corner.

“Oh, Hinata is here!” Saeko says as she comes in, holding only one bag in each hand, heading to the kitchen. “I wonder when Kageyama will show up?” she wonders to mostly herself as she starts putting stuff up. Tanaka isn’t far behind, helping put the groceries up before he greets Hinata, his gaze going to Nishinoya who hadn’t left his spot between your legs. Noya was sitting firm, not willing to jump up to help like he usually would, focusing on the tv and acting as if he was finding something for entertainment.

“Oh, hey, Tanaka-senpai, what kinds of things do you like?” you wondered.

“Me? Hm, well, I like video games, meat and melon bread, and hot girls!” he tells you, grinning.

To most people, that would not have been helpful but you had a secret, something you never shared. You loved to bake, and were rather amazing at it. You could totally make melon bread, you had been thinking of making milk bread for Kageyama last night but had been way too tired. In fact, you had started pre-mading nearly all the pastries on Sunday for the little cafe in the bookstore these past two months. Then your parents would bake them as needed.

“I can work with that,” you say with a soft laugh.

“What do ya mean?” Tanaka wondered.

“She’s getting everyone on the team presents!” Hinata chirped happily.

“Doesn’t that sound like something that should be a surprise, Hinata-chan?” Saeko said, laughing loudly.

“It’s okay! It is for a present,” you laugh it off, not minding. It wasn’t like any of them knew exactly what you’d be getting anybody.

“She got me manga!” Noya said, holding up two volumes with a large grin.

Hinata did the same, nodding happily, “Me too!”

“That’s awesome! I can’t wait to get a present from a pretty girl!” Tanaka said happily, dazing off into his own daydream.

“It’ll be monday if that's okay?” you wonder. You would be busy most of tomorrow, but you knew you could make an extra few melon breads during that time.

“Whenever is fine with me!” Tanaka replies, grinning as he sits beside Hinata on the couch. “What are we gonna play?” he asks Noya.

Noya grinned at him, “Any of the Kario games we have, it’s like the only series we have that’s four player,” he said, shifting through the game selection to find the perfect one.

“Oh, do you guys have Kario Kart?” you wonder with a sparkle in your eye, freakishly good at that game.

“Oh heck yeah we do!” Noya pulled it out, putting it in the gaming console as everyone picked a controller.

“I love playing this game,” Tanaka said smugly, “I’m pretty damn good at it.” You were sure he was trying to impress you, but they seemed to forget who your friend was already.

You had spent hours upon hours playing games with Kenma, Kuroo and your brother. You and Kenma preferred to join as a team, but on the occasion you were on opposite teams, things got heated as the two of you were competitive.

“I am too!” Hinata said with a grin, enjoying sitting next to you.

Knock Knock!

“Ah, that must be Kageyama!” Noya said, hopping up and leading to the door, opening it and ushering Kageyama inside.

You wave, “Morning Kageyama,” you say as you fiddle with one of the controllers, picking a character as you, Hinata and Tanaka all get ready to play a round.

“Morning... is this why you didn’t text back?” Kageyama wonders as he sits in one of the empty chairs, eyes flickering to your chest for a moment before looking back at your face.

Your face flushed a bit, surprised he was being so upfront. “Oh! Yes, I’m so sorry, I rode my bike here and forgot to check my phone,” you laugh, feeling a bit bad you had forgotten to text him back. You pull out your phone, checking the messages, even if it is too late now. You quickly reply to Kenma as Noya sits between your legs in the beanbag, all of them watching you closely.

“Come on and put that away! Let’s play~” Hinata says, just barely noticing the contact name out of the corner of his eye.

“Sorry,” you reply as you put it away, picking the controller back up.

“Alright, let’s play!” Tanaka shouts happily, “You can play next, Kageyama,” he says as he begins the game once Noya picks out his character.

It went on like that for a few hours, everyone switching around as you all played games until around noon, when Saeko started the hotpot. Noya was the first to suggest turning on a show in the background as you all gathered for lunch.

Your phone began going off right as you had taken your first bite. “I wonder who that is…?” you wonder mostly to yourself as you go to your bag, finding your phone and answering it. “W-Wait, hold on, slow down,” you said as you heard your mothers frantic voice, asking where you had been and why you didn’t tell them you were leaving for so long. “I told grandpa!” you tried to tell her, but she wasn’t having it. “F-Fine, I got it… See you soon,” you finally mutter, hanging up the phone and frowning a bit. You turn back to see all four boys, and Saeko, watching you from around the corner of the kitchen.

“Do you have to go already?” Hinata and Noya whined together.

“Was that your mom?” Kageyama wonders.

“Man we were just starting to have fun!” Tanaka complains, heading over to you.

“Yeah, I’m really sorry. It seems my grandparents forgot to tell my parents I was leaving, so now my mom’s all mad…” you explain, sighing. You weren’t upset with your grandparents, though, as you knew their memories were slipping due to old age. Plus, you had had a lot of fun and knew you’d definitely be coming back to hang out again.

“Want to take some hot pot?” Hinata asks, which earns him a smack from Kageyama.

“How is she supposed to do that, dumbass?” he grumbles.

“So mean!” Hinata whines.

“It’s okay, thank you for thinking of me, Hinata,” you say, smiling at him.

“Here take this as a snack~” Saeko offers, handing you a protein bar. She hugs you tightly, “And be safe okay? Here, have my number so you can text me anytime!” she says happily, taking your phone and putting her number in it. You hug her back, feeling a bit embarrassed with all the boys staring at you, but enjoy the way it feels.

All of a sudden, Noya and Tanaka are hugging you too, “Yeah be safe! Text us!” they say as they hug you and Saeko. Hinata joins in, leaving Kageyama to awkwardly stand in the corner. You laugh and agree you’ll text everyone once you’re back home.

“Oh, wait YN,” it’s Hinata as he moves quickly towards you, “Can we go together? I just saw the text from my mom! She needs me to watch Natsu,” he explains, sighing a bit, being made to watch his little sister's babysitter still, at the age of 18. Not that he minded watching her, but he had been having fun too.

“Dang, Kageyama, you should check your phone too or everyones going to be banned from coming over, jeez!” Tanaka complained.

“I don’t have any younger siblings, though? And my mom knows I’m here.” Kageyama replies, confused but still looks at his phone just to check. “Nope, no messages.”

“It was a joke,” Tanaka laughs and slaps Kageyama’s back.

“I’m really sorry guys, again,” you say, bowing to all of them again before nodding to Hinata, not minding if he took you home, or at least part of the way. You honestly weren’t sure where this place was compared to yours. Last night, you had taken the bus, having forgotten your own bike, while he had ridden his bike home. And you hadn’t ever gone home together before.

The two of you had bikes, so you agreed to race to the base of the mountain, apparently his family’s house was on the other side.

“Wow, so close! Only right down the mountain!” he said excitedly when you had told him which street to stop at.

The bookstore you lived above was near the base, a two story building, the bottom being the bookstore and the top being your home with a balcony overlooking the courtyard, the entire outside surrounded by six foot walls that connected the two buildings. The back building was a four bedroom house, which your parents and grandparents lived in and had been your mothers childhood home. You had spent summers here, and some winter breaks, but your hometown was a bit further away.

It was odd, you wished you had somehow met Hinata back then, when you had wished for someone your age to play with when your brother would pick on you and run off with his own friends.

“I won!” Hinata shouts, breaking your thoughts as you realize you got to the corner across from your house.

“Darn it! I spaced out!” you groan, hopping off your bike and walking it the rest of the way.

“Wow, this is where you live? I’ve been in this bookstore before!” he said as the two of you crossed and you stopped in front. You invite him in, going through the gate and parking your bikes beside one anothers.

“I need to go find my mom, but thanks so much for bringing me home,” you tell him, gently biting your lip as your eyes flicker to his soft looking lips.

“Thanks for the manga… and hanging out with me, u-um! I mean us!” he stammered, obviously nervous, but you had caught him looking at your lips too.

Gently placing your hand over his mouth to stop his ramblings, you lean up, moving your hand just in time to plant a sweet kiss on his lips.

“I enjoyed hanging out with you,” you whisper, having just barely pulled away.

His face was bright red, but something in his eyes told you he wanted more. Leaning in again, he pressed his lips to yours, his hand finding your waist to pull you in. It surprised you since you weren’t sure if he was going to actually do it, but you quickly leaned into him, kissing him deeper for a moment. Hearing a door open, you quickly pull away, your face feeling like it was on fire.

“I’ll text you, okay?” you whisper, kissing his cheek before pulling back fully, right as you hear your mother call for you.

“YN! Where have you… Oh! Who is this?” the short woman who looks similar to you, just without your eye color, walks up to Hinata and smiles at him.

“Mom, this is Shouyou Hinata, he’s from the Volleyball Club I started managing with Kiyoko-nee-chan,” you explain to her.

“Nice to meet you, ma’am!” he nearly shouts, stiffening up.

She laughs, “No need to be so stiff, son,” she tells him sweetly, “Nice to meet you, dear.”

“Ah, well, I’ll see you Monday, YN, I gotta go!” he says, bowing to your mother and thanking her for letting you spend time with him before taking his bike and disappearing down the road.

“What a cutie~” your mom coos. “Well, you’re not in trouble this time… but make sure you tell us, okay? Can you go work in the cafe for a bit for me?” she asks, although you know it’s really a frequest. “I wonder when I’ll get a cute son-in-law like that?” she wonders loudly as she walks off,

Your face goes red, mumbling as you go into the cafe, putting on an apron and getting a snack first, considering you hadn’t had a chance to finish your lunch. Once you’re at the counter, you pull your phone out of your pocket and quickly text everyone that you got home safely, as well as tell Kenma you got roped into working today.

Jingle! Jingle!

“Welcome!” You say, setting your phone down as you look up, your eyes going wide when you see two familiar faces, Sugawara and Sawamura Senpai’s.

“Oh, this was the right one!” Daichi said, grinning as he looked at you.

Ry: Next part is right after this~ Ohohoho May contain Daichi and Suga fun~

#haikyuu!!#haikyu x reader #haikyu college au #haikyuu college au #haikyū!!#nishinoya yu #hinata shoyo #nishinoya x reader #hinata shoyo x reader #tanaka ryunosuke #kageyama tobio #applepiry #applepiry.content

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imissjoongsmullet · 4 years

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An Evening with The Boys

Pairing: Xiaojun x reader

Genre: fluff

Summary: Yang Yang is your little brother and you have a little crush on his friend Xiaojun. When the boys are over for a sleep over you’re dragged into their shenanigans.

I wrote a sequel to this as well you can find it here

Warnings: very chaotic WayV, some swearing because I feel like Lucas is just that type of dude

Word Count: 2k

Author’s Note: this one is dedicated to the softest of babies @soft-sang Merry Christmas baby ♥ (also this turned out way longer than I had anticipated but dang this was just so fun to write haha).

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The loud noises coming from the living room could only mean one thing: the boys were here. You sighed and dropped your head onto your desk. That was the end of your productivity for the day. Your little brother loved inviting his friends over on the weekend, which always resulted in utter chaos. Judging by the particular noises penetrating your bedroom wall at the moment there is Yang Yang (your pain in-the-ass little brother, always running his mouth), Ten (the one making high-pitched shrieking sounds), Hendery (probably the one stomping loudly after Ten) and Lucas (screaming multiple oh my gods into the void in that deep voice of his). You wondered whether Xiaojun was there too; he was usually the more quiet one.

Figuring you might as well fill up your water bottle, you exited your room and headed downstairs. You knew you shouldn’t be surprised anymore but, seeing the mess they’ve managed to make in the literal minute they’ve been home, you can’t help but do a double take. There was a mountain of shoes near the door, coats sprawled on the floor like dead bodies, a ludicrous amount of snacks on the coffee table and video game boxes littered in front of the TV as Ten and Hendery dug through the selection together.

“What’s up, loser,” Yang Yang greeted you as he emerged from the kitchen with two more bags of chips and a jar of jellybeans, throwing them onto the pile without looking. He gave you a little salutation before joining Lucas and Xiaojun on the sofa. So he was here. You quickly made your way into the kitchen to refill your bottle.

It’s not that you were that much of an awkward person; you actually got along pretty well with your brother’s friends. Lucas was a major himbo but mostly pretty harmless and nice, Ten loved coming into your room to talk and doodle together and even though Hendery was wild with your brother, he seemed to tone it down around you which was kind of sweet.

But recently something had changed in the way you felt whenever Xiaojun looked at you. He’d always been the quieter one of the group and he was always nice to you. He never failed to greet you hello and goodbye. Whenever the other guys were fighting over something stupid, he’d look over at you and give you this knowing look, and whenever Yang Yang got out of control and Xiaojun noticed you start to lose it, he was always the one to calm everyone down. At first you merely appreciated him, but recently you’d felt something more blossom inside of you and it sparked a fresh kind of shyness.

When you came back out into the living room you were met with the one and only.

“Hi,” Xiaojun waved at you from the couch, munching on some jellybeans.

You waved back, ready to head back upstairs when Lucas’ voice called you.

“Ayo, come here,” he ordered, getting up from the floor and grabbing you by the shoulders. He sat you down with the rest of them.

Yang Yang started to protest but Lucas shut him up fast.

“We need one more player to make even teams, asswipe. Besides she’s cool.”

You straightened up your shoulders and looked over to your brother with a proud grin on your face.

After a few hours of video games, in which your team beat the crap out of Yang Yang’s team and Yang Yang ended up throwing the controller through the room, nearly breaking the TV, Ten suggested a new game. Everyone seemed down to play, nodding their heads before all turning to look at you.

“I don’t know how to play poker,” you shrugged.

“Aw that’s too bad,” Yang Yang pretend-pouted at you, “goodbye!”

Xiaojun slapped your brother on the shoulder, shaking his head. “Don’t be an ass,” he said, “she can learn.” He turned to you and smiled, “are you in?”

And so you played poker for the first time. Xiaojun came to sit next to you because he was the only one with the attention span to explain the rules as you went. The first couple of games he completely guided you through everything, leaning over, checking your cards and advising you on what moves to make. His shoulder pressing into you and his whispers in your ear were really distracting so even with his help you made a bunch of mistakes that had the rest of the group laughing at you.

“You just wait,” you snarled at them all, concealing a grin behind your new hand of cards. You were having more fun than you dared to admit.

“Okay,” Xiaojun put a hand on your shoulder, squeezing into you a little, “I think you’re ready to take them on by yourself now,” and he rose up to sit further away.

“Aw, look what you’ve done to her,” Ten giggled at the deflated puppy-dog look that had flashed over your face, failing to hide your disappointment, “I think she wants you to stay.”

You knew Ten could read you like a book; it was like his superpower or something. You didn’t know how he did it but he definitely knew about your feelings towards Xiaojun and the cheeky boy was not going to make this easy for you.

“No, she can do it, can’t you?” Xiaojun turned back to smile sweetly at you, his hand coming back to pat you on the head. Your eyes locked for a moment and something in him seemed to soften. “Okay, I’ll sit right here just in case you need me,” he broke the silence and sat back down next to you.

Believe it or not, you were gradually starting to understand the workings of poker. You even won your first game against Hendery, who looked like he’d been slapped in the face when you revealed your cards at the end.

“Okay, okay, okay!” Ten shouted over the yelling of all the others, “one last game!”

You got your cards and found them better than ever. You could win this if you played it right. Hendery and Yang Yang both folded after one round, looking stupidly annoyed but then they both rushed over toward you so they could look over your shoulder. Yang Yang was holding onto your shoulders, trying to whisper words of ‘advice’.

“Stop, you’ll blow my pokerface,” you chuckled, shrugging him off.

The cards were still moving in your favor. You decided to go all in.

Xiaojun’s eyes widened at your move.

“Well fuck that!” Lucas bellowed in a volume the entire building must have heard. He threw his cards to the floor, laughing at the game he just lost.

It was only you and Xiaojun now. He smirked at you, his eyes not leaving you for a second. He was searching your face for information, you knew, but it still made your face heat up.

“Is it getting hot in here?” Ten noted with a grin at you and you make the mental note to kill him later. You were definitely turning very red.

“What are you thinking?” Xiaojun questioned, leaning in towards you curiously.

To be honest, you were having a hard time thinking anything.

“What cards do you really have in your hands?” he continued, his face now dangerously close, “are you bluffing?” His eyes were searching yours interrogatively and you were terrified they were revealing everything you’d ever thought about him. Like how his eyes were the cutest when he smiled, or how your face would probably fit perfectly against his shoulder, or how you kind of wanted to run your finger over his cheekbones sometimes, yeah, he definitely did not need to know any of that.

“Get a room!” Ten blabbed before slapping a hand over his own mouth and falling back against the sofa, laughing at his own wickedness.

Xiaojun finally pulled away from you and said, “fine, I’m in.” He slid all his winnings to the center of the table.

“Oh it’s about to go down!” Hendery piped up.

“Oh shit!” Lucas let out.

“Time to show your cards,” Yang Yang ordered.

You laid your Straight Flush on the table and the boys went wild.

Xiaojun broke out into a smile you couldn’t quite make out the meaning of but when he finally laid down his own cards you saw that you had won.

“I did it!” you shrieked.

“And the student becomes the master,” Hendery announced, taking your hands and making you cheer for yourself like a puppet.

Xiaojun nodded proudly at you and your heart fluttered.

It was getting late and you were thinking of heading off to bed but when you took your first step up the stairs you heard your name being called.

“You going already?”

Xiaojun was standing there with two cups of hot chocolate, looking up at you hopefully, “I made you some too,” he went on, “we’re going to watch a movie I picked. I’d love for you to see it too.”

Did he look… nervous? No, it couldn’t be. You were tired and you needed to go to bed before you did something you’d regret.

“Please?” He sounded so sweet you thought you might melt right there on the stairs.

“Alright,” you smiled, hopping off and following him to the sofa.

He sat down, patting the space next to him so you could join him.

He’d chosen a romantic comedy about a boy falling in love with the girl next door. It was all very cute and you were enjoying yourself except for the fact that you were hyper aware of the boy sitting next to you. There were a lot of you sharing the sofa and there was absolutely no way to not be completely stuck to Xiaojun’s side. His shoulder sat behind yours a little and you could feel the whole length of his arm down your back. You knew it didn’t mean anything to him but it sure as heck was doing a lot to you.

Somewhere in the middle of the film, he suddenly turned to you and your heart nearly stopped because your brain went a certain way, but then you realized he was just reaching over you to grab something.

“Do you mind sharing this?” he asked, casually, as if it was nothing.

You could only nod as he laid the blanket over the two of you.

Now you’re completely unable to keep your attention to the film because the blanket is nice and warm and the fact that you’re both hidden under covers for the most part takes away some of your inhibitions, which is dangerous. All you want to do is lean your head against his shoulder but that would be a big no no. If Yang Yang noticed he’d murder you both, not to mention the fact that Xiaojun definitely didn’t like you that way.

Or wait? Hold up.

You felt something touch the side of your hand that was resting on your thigh. It was barely there but you could swear you felt something. After a few seconds you let the thought go, blaming your drowsiness for making you feel things that weren’t there.

The film was nearing its end because the boy was about to finally confess his true feelings for the girl next door when—

A hand was definitely moving over your hand. It was Xiaojun’s hand and its fingers were now threading their way through yours. Your heart made a loop-de-loop. You turned your head and found him smiling timidly at you, a secretive smile on his lips. He ran his thumb over your hand underneath the covers and you found yourself smiling too. He kept his hand right there in your lap, his fingers interlaced with yours. It was almost too much to handle but when the film ended not much later and his hand pulled away with the blanket, you couldn’t help but feel a bit disappointed.

“Alright people,” Yang Yang yawned, “this was a shit movie so I’m gonna go and try to sleep off the memory of it.”

Everyone started to scatter and you felt like you should move as well but you couldn’t fight the daze that had overtaken you ever since the hand-holding. You wearily followed the boys up the stairs and, where the hallway ended and the boys turned right, you made your way left. Before you could close your bedroom door however, Xiaojun was there. He stood in the door opening, looking a little more awkward than usual.

“Goodnight,” he said, lips moving into a genuine smile.

“Goodnight,” you answered, half hiding behind your door.

He nodded at you and for the slightest moment you thought he might say something else, but then he ran a hand through his hair, nodded to himself and walked off towards your brother’s room, leaving you red-faced in the doorway.

#xiaojun #wayv #nct #xiaojun fluff #xiaojun x reader #fluff #I feel like having a sleepover

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mail-me-a-snail · 4 years

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House Keys

chase…oh chase i love you so but you’re in for it now. chase brody, the former bro average superstar, comes home for the first time in a year.

part 1 part 2 part 3 Even if Chase Brody had moved out the year prior, he still has the keys to his brothers’ house. He stands now on the crisp, green lawn and swings the key-chain around. He cards a hand through his hair and rubs his eyes—he doesn’t get much sleep these days. Three years before he moved into his brothers’ house, he was sleeping in the back of his car. He’s been conditioned to fall asleep on the hard leather of the car seat, not in his own bed. He didn’t have a bed those weeks. Stacy and him still don’t talk.

He shoots Marvin a text.

hey bro im outside. will come in with the keys. jackie okay? are you all okay? There’s no response. Chase shrugs and tucks his phone into the pocket of his jeans. He’s a little hurt, but it’s fine. It’s Chase’s first visit since he’s moved out. It’s exactly as he remembers it. The lawn is in immaculate condition, with the hedges trimmed neatly and flowers springing up all over the place—Jameson was always in charge of that. He has an eye for lawn care. He takes after Jack. The door and porch are dark mahogany, though it’s washed in orange now as the sun is starting to set. The house itself is painted an egg white. The tiles of the roof are black. Potted plants litter the porch, some new, some old, but all beautiful and trimmed to perfection. No doubt it’s Marvin’s work. The sidewalk he stands on is decorated with faded chalk drawings. Robbie. Of course. Chase is standing on his own face drawn in chalk. It’s a wonderful likeness and Chase can’t help but smile. Robbie even got the faded green in his hair. He steps off. He doesn’t want to ruin a masterpiece. The light in the wide upper story window—Henrik’s room—is off. The doctor’s probably getting his much needed and deserved forty winks. The only light on is in the living room. He takes a deep breath, the kind that pulls his shoulders up like he’s shrugging, and walks towards the door. Anxiety wriggles in his belly. He clutches the keys tightly in his hand—they bite into the skin and leave an impression with their teeth. He remembers the call with Marvin the night before. He had been in his apartment putting together some videos when his phone had rung. Marvin had explained everything to him; finding Jackie bleeding out in the city, teleporting him home, the surgeries…all of it. Jackie was okay, Marvin had assured him, and that he would heal. But the fact that it was…was you-know-who’s work… It hadn’t stop his hands from shaking as soon as he said goodbye and dropped the call nor did it let him breathe. His panic attacks were always bad, but he managed the one he had that night fine. And the one in the bathroom this morning. On the drive here, too. He doesn’t have everything under control yet. Being here again reminds him of all the times you-know-who had been there. He had been there, for Jack and Henrik. It went the same way; a phone call. A panic attack. The fear. Now it’s happening all over again. Why can’t he ever escape the demon? Why can’t any of them? Even a year after…he still looks over his shoulder and tosses and turns at night. When will he stop being afraid? The keys bite into his palm like his old dog had lovingly done. He misses him. Stacy had to take that away from him, too. The sting and the thought of Bulls-eye grounds Chase and he lets go, letting it hang by the key-chain instead. Deep breaths. He slides the key into the lock and turns. The door opens. Chase looks around as he steps into the hall. It’s just the same. The walls are orange. The umbrella stand to the right of the door filled with Marvin’s props, the coat hanger opposite, and the stairs upwards at the very front. To his immediate left is the closed door to Henrik’s makeshift clinic. To his right is the doorway to the living room. There’s a movie on, though Chase can’t identify it as the volume is set way down low. He doesn’t know where to go first as he stands awkwardly in the middle space. “Hello?” He says to the seemingly empty house. “Is anyone home? Marv? Schneep?” “Chase,” His heart skips a beat when he hears the raspy call from the living room, but he brightens when he recognizes the voice. “In here.” Chase has to stop himself from running into the living room. Brown couch, flat screen TV (playing Die Hard, of course), wide windows, and white curtains that blow softly. The coffee table has coffee mug rings on it and abandoned medical supplies like gauze, cotton balls, and antibiotics. Henrik’s neatly folded coat, too. Jackie sits on the couch in a black t-shirt with the brightly coloured graphic of a cartoon dog on a bicycle. He wears the flamingo shorts to accompany it. It’s the first time Chase has seen the hero out of his supersuit; it almost feels wrong. His hair is the neon green Chase remembers it to be. He’s wearing his mask. The only sign he’s been hurt at all are the bandages around his neck and forehead. He’s hardly watching the movie. He has a big smile on his face, the toothy kind of sunshine Chase missed so much. “Jackie,” he breathes. Chase wants to cry with relief. He settles with hugging Jackie as tightly as he can. “I missed you, Jackie,” he says, muffled as he buries his head into the hero’s chest. “I was so worried about you!” “O-ow, ow,” the other hacks out a laugh and winces, patting Chase’s back. “I missed you, too, bud, but…stab wound.” “Shit, right, sorry.” Chase lets go, albeit reluctantly. “Dude, how are you? It’s, I mean—I’ve never been stabbed before.” “I don’t recommend it,” Jackie grimaces. There’s humour in his voice but he also sounds exhausted. “You get here okay?” “Parked out front,” he says, “Came in with the keys. Still have ‘em.” He holds them up to confirm that. He drops them in his lap. “How’re you holding up?” “This thing—” Jackie pats his stomach, presumably where the wound is. “—is a bitch and a half of pain. The neck thing I can handle. It just hurts to talk.” He coughs. It sounds like shaking a dead bush. “Really hurts.” “Oh, I can do the talking, if you want.” “No, it’s okay, Chase. Marvin did something to me, I think, when I was out. Makes my mouth and throat taste like mint. Pretty soothing, actually. Besides, I haven’t seen you in forever! I want to talk.” How can he be so chipper even after he almost died? Chase doesn’t understand it. He really is a comic book superhero. Always getting back up again. “Aw, it hasn’t been that long,” Chase ducks his head, sheepish, but straightens right away. “Can I ask, though? What…what happened?” The silence is thick with tension. Chase bounces his leg, the sole of his sneaker squeaking against the hardwood floor, and pulls at the rubber bracelet around his right wrist under his hoodie sleeve. He picks at the multicoloured bandages on his fingers and arms. Jackie turns the TV off just as John McClain launches himself through a window. He turns to Chase. Their knees touch. “This is what I remember,” Jackie says, and begins. He had met Anti during one of his day patrols, but it wasn’t the song and dance number they usually did; it was in the back-alleys where no one could see them. Maybe that’s what Anti wanted. Maybe it wasn’t. “Anti had…had said something to me,” he mumbles, “that I’m not the hero I think I am. That all of what we do, this hero versus villain thing, is just a show. I-I don’t know why he’s been pretending this long, or…or what he hopes to gain, but…” Chase watches him closely. Jackie stops, shakes his head, and moves on. That’s how the hero has always been. Hit a wall? Just go around. Forget about the wall and keep going. He remembers the fight—and the pinning stab through the gut. The words Anti whispered into his ear. Chase is trembling with raw anger as he sees the large dark bruise marks wrapped around Jackie’s neck where Anti’s hands had been. “But after that,” he growls in frustration, “I can’t remember anything else. By my wound here, I can guess what finished me off.” He taps his neck. “Everything else is beyond me.” “Fuck him” Chase breathes, voice quivering with fury, “You’re a hero to me, to everyone. To Jack.” Jackie flinches when he hears those words. “I don’t have any powers,” Jackie mutters. “What? Yeah, you do! That—that super strength of yours!” “Anti can manipulate objects,” Jackie shoots back, “Time and space, just like Marvin can. How do I know he hasn’t been doing it for me this whole time?” “I…I don’t know.” The anger evaporates as quickly as it came. “I-I don’t want to talk about this.” Jackie throws his hands up. “Please, Chase, let’s…let’s talk about you, okay? I want to hear about where you’ve been—what you’ve done.” Chase bites his lip, trying to find a way to stop the subject from changing. The one frustrating thing about superheroes? They build walls around them, shutting the people they love out hoping to save them from whatever inner turmoil they’re wrangling with. …Chase isn’t stupid or in denial. Even he can admit the similarities between them. But that’s just it. Chase knows he does it—Jackie doesn’t. He’d rather not push further and get into an argument, spoiling the whole visit, so Chase drops it. It’ll sit in the back of his mind, though. He tells Jackie about the new apartment; it’s spacious and less of a dump than the last one. Modest kitchen, shower instead of a tub. “I miss the tub here,” he says forlornly, gesturing to the stairs. “And my little rubber ducky. Shower’s okay, though.” He earns Jackie’s laugh. The apartment is far into the city, maybe ten blocks away from the alley Marvin had found Jackie in, and just across a coffee shop. Having cleaner, more colorful walls than ugly white granite that popcorned helps a lot to take his mind off more…painful things. He hung up posters, bought a flatscreen, had a whole new gaming rig up for himself—he’s doing okay for himself, he thinks. The therapy, the talking, has brought him out of the hole he was in three years before. He tells him about new friends. Baristas at the coffee shop who’ve recognized him as a regular. YouTube is more fun than anything for him right now. The Bro Average brand was dissolved, but he couldn’t care less. It had been time for a fresh start. His channel is up and running and he’s been invited to panels, talks, and conventions. Some people from AA said they had watched his videos. He tells Jackie about how good it is to just. Work. To produce content for others to consume, to make people happy, but not at the cost of his own happiness. He notices he’s rambling when Jackie says nothing and keeps beaming at him. He falters and lets his words trail off into silence. “What?” Chase says. “I’m so proud of you,” Jackie replies, and the pride is trembling in his voice. “Chase, you’ve gotten so far without us. You’ve got a job, a new house—you’re practically shining!” “You’re…you’re proud of me? You mean it?” Chase feels himself smile, too. “Yes. I’m proud.” Jackie puts a hand on his shoulder. “You’re my bro. You’re the bravest damn person I know and you’ve come out of this so strong, so…it’s…Jack would be proud too.” Chase understands why he starts crying. That’s all he ever wanted. To hear those words come out of Jackie’s mouth. It means he’s done it. He’s gotten better. Maybe not recovered fully, not just yet, but better. Even in his joy, he hates himself for crying because whenever he cries he bawls like a big baby. He buries his face into Jackie’s chest, shoulders shaking. He’s staring at the cartoon dog through blurry, teary eyes. The dog says, in a neon bubble, “RADICAL!” The other rubs his back in soothing circles. “That’s it, buddy,” Jackie whispers, “I’ve got you, bro.” Chase swallows thickly, sniffles, and wipes his face with the back of his hand. Jackie hands him a tissue and he blows. His eyes are stuffy. He looks up into Jackie’s eyes, milky white, hidden behind the film in the mask, but he can tell they’re full of soft, unspoken love. The hero holds his cheek. “Chase Brody Mcloughlin,” Jackie declares, “I, your loving bro, will never stop being proud of you. Don’t forget that.” “Thanks, Jackie,” he sniffs, wiping his eyes. “Thank you. It’s…i-it’s nice to hear that what I’m doing is finally right.” “We’re all proud of you.” Jackie’s hand drops but gives Chase’s shoulder one last firm pat. “S-speaking of,” Chase clears his throat. “Speaking of…where is everyone?” Jackie blanks. “Uh,” he says, unsure. “Good question, actually! No idea. I woke up, like, ten minutes before you came in. I kind of assumed Henrik went to work, and who knows where Marvin is at any given time? JJ and Robbie are out on vacation or something. It’s just Henrik, Marvin, and I.” “Huh,” Chase frowns and stands. “You wait here, Jackie. Henrik can’t have gone to work; he’d never leave you here alone.” “Marvin would be watching over me!” He argues. “This is Marvin we’re talking about!” He shoots back as he leaves the room. He considers going upstairs but stops before he can do it. He notices, to his surprise, that across the hall the clinic’s lights are on. How did he not notice that coming in? The harsh white fluorescents bounce off the tiles and under the door. Chase knocks. “Doc? Marv?” He says, “Yoo-hoo. Anyone in there?” Of course, unsettling silence follows. Great. Chase has played enough horror games to know that whatever’s on the other side is bad. He flinches as glass shatters behind the door. A shadow moves under the door. “Henrik?” “Schiesse!” comes a muffled curse to answer. Angry German swearing? Yeah. That’s Henrik. “What the hell was that?!” Jackie says from the couch, halfway to standing. Chase notices he’s wobbling like a newborn deer. “Jackie, get back on the couch,” Chase scolds the hero, “You’re in no condition to walk!” He turns back to the door. “Doc, I’m coming in.” He takes a deep breath, grips the doorknob, and turns. What he finds on the other side isn’t horrible, so he releases the breath he didn’t know he was holding. Henrik, hair messy and eye bags seemingly darker, clutching his head, is kneeling among shattered glass. From the way the metal table beside the hospital bed is on its side, Chase surmises that Henrik knocked it and the beakers that were on it to the ground when he tried to stand. “Doc!” He exclaims, rushing over to Henrik. He takes the doctor by the arm, helping him up, and looping the arm around his shoulders. “Danke,” Henrik grumbles, eyes still squeezed shut. “Chase, is that you?” “A-are you blind, Henrik?” Panic momentarily flares up in him. “Oh, jeez, I can get something for your eyes. Maybe ice—” “No,” Henrik sighs, but in the most affectionate way possible. He opens his eyes halfway, tired grey-blues looking up at him. “Chase, relax. I’m not blind. It’s these damn fluorescents—they could make me go blind. I don’t know why I thought they were a good idea. This nausea…it’s like someone took a hammer to my skull. Might as well have… I see enough of those lights in the hospital. Is it any wonder I wear glasses…” Henrik reaches into his pocket for something. He swears again as he brings out the bent and cracked frames of his glasses. “Oh, that is just great,” he hisses under his breath, “They must’ve gotten smashed in the fight.” “T…the what?” This is plenty strange already, but of course, he just has to notice only now that Marvin is crumpled in a desk chair, long, flowy hair messy and tangled, falling behind him as his head leans back, showing his neck. “Oh my God—Marvin!” “He’s okay,” Henrik straightens, though he’s still too weak to stand. Chase helps him into another chair. The doctor sits down with a sigh of relief, pinching the bridge of his nose and squeezing his eyes shut. “What the hell happened here?” Chase gestures vaguely to the entire room. “To Marvin? Actually, to you? Was it…was it you-know-who?” “Anti,” the doctor spits. Chase winces at the name. “It’s not right to fear his name. He and I had an…encounter last night. I thought I was going to die.” He briefly touches his neck. Chase sees all the scars crisscrossed there; it’s why the doctor wears turtlenecks to work. He’s always been insecure about them. “I thought it was all over but…but I woke up here. My head hurts like a bitch but I’ve got no other wounds. My neck, my concussion—they’re healed, like they were never there. "So, I have reason to believe,” he continues, “Marvin used the full extent of his magic to save me. It’s probably why he’s passed out.” “He’s always been shit at restoration magic,” Chase jokes, but turns serious right away. “Jesus, doc. Are you really okay? Why the fuck did you-know-wh—I mean,—A…Anti go after you?” “Teach me a lesson? Finish me off?” Henrik raises his shoulder in a shrug. “Your guess is as good as mine. God, I’m sorry, Chase, that this is the scene you’ve returned to. You’ve had enough of this…this Anti business, and now we’re dragging you back into it. Forgive me.” “No, doc, don’t say that,” Chase waves him off, “it’s not your fault. Besides, the guy’s messing with my brothers. That’s not gonna fly with me.” His voice shakes. He knows how unconvincing his moxie is. He swallows the stone in his throat and turns away before Henrik can call him out on it. The man crosses the room and takes a trauma blanket from the cabinet—he practically knows the clinic as well as Henrik does—and drapes it over Marvin. The magician barely stirs. He’s completely out. “CHASE? IS EVERYONE OKAY?” Jackie shouts from the living room. Chase startles and nearly knocks some important doodad over. Henrik’s blue eyes crackle to life at the sound of the hero’s voice. “He’s okay,” he says more to himself than Chase, “Oh, God, he’s okay.” To Chase, he says, “Chase, help me up—I must see Jackie.” “But what about Marv?” “He’ll need rest. Neither of us are strong enough to move him upstairs. Please, Chase, let’s go.” Henrik is almost begging. The tone unnerves and stirs Chase into action. He helps the doctor, slowly and surely, into the living room. “Henrik?” Jackie breaths, “What happened to you? Why are you limping? Is Marvin o—” Henrik launches himself from Chase’s arms and onto Jackie, nearly tackling the hero into the sofa. Jackie grunts in pain. “You idiot,” Henrik growls, though with utmost love. “You had me so worried! You could’ve died.” He hugs Jackie tight, despite his weak state. “Don’t ever do that again.” “What, get stabbed?” When Henrik glares up at him, he sobers. “Okay, okay. I won’t. I promise. Chase, where’s Marvin?” “Getting some rest,” Chase explains, “He used a whole bunch of his magic to heal Henrik. A-Anti attacked the doc last night.” “He…what?” Jackie’s tone is dangerously quiet. His shoulders are tense—he looks like an apex predator. It takes everything in Chase not to back away. “Calm yourself,” Henrik cautions, “I’m okay now. Marvin made sure of it. It is true; I had a fight with Anti and…I did not emerge the victor. But it’s alright. I’m alright.” Jackie deflates and hugs Henrik back. “I’m glad you’re okay, doc.” “You too, Jackie.” Chase bites his lip and leaves the room. He knows what he said about Anti, that he’d be ready to fight the demon again, given the chance. It’s one big lie, because he is fucking terrified of Anti, terrified of the fact that this is all very real, and that it had gotten all too real very fast. He wants to run away in that stupid little way of his, where he drives and drives until he can’t or locks himself up in his room, anywhere where Anti can’t reach him. He’s managed not to see the demon for a full year. He can’t do this. He can’t. Not again. Not again. – Chase goes up to his room and finds the hatch to the roof still unlocked. He goes out and sits there, on the uncomfortable tiles, and stares up at the stars. It’s somewhere around 11:30, maybe midnight. He doesn’t check his phone. Henrik’s gone to sleep. Jackie had helped Chase move Marvin to the couch. The both of them weren’t nearly strong enough to bring him up to his bedroom. Some part of Chase is telling him to relapse. To drink. He snaps the rubber bracelet against his wrist over and over instead. It makes an angry red mark. It’s a distraction. It makes him all the more ashamed of how fast he crumbles in the face of all this. He’s hasn’t gotten better. Even in the darkness, he knows what the bracelet says. He’s seen it, worn it ever since the last time Anti had tormented him. Alcoholics Anonymous, in white letters against a garish neon green. His mouth tastes of smoke. His eyes are heavy. He is tired and deflated. His brothers nearly dead—what a sight to come home to. At least now, he’s here for them. He is so tired, he doesn’t turn around when the hatch opens and Jackie sits beside him. He’s changed out of that cartoon dog shirt—he sports one of Henrik’s striped shirts. “Hey,” Jackie greets him softly. Chase can see the hero watching the bracelet snap repeatedly against his wrist, which he doesn’t stop. “Hey.” Silence. Cicadas. Snap. Snap. Snap. “How long have you been sober?” Chase knows how much Jackie wants to say more, but he doesn’t. It’s a simple question. “A year.” An exact year from the last time Anti hurt him. He and Jackie match in scars now. Not on the neck, though. “Dude, that’s awesome. I’m proud of you.” The words are hollow. He doesn’t deserve them. Snap. Snap. Snap. “Chase?” Snap. Snap. Snap. “Welcome home.” Chase breaths shakily. His wrist stings. He cries, the fourth time that day, and bites back the urge to scream. “He’s g-going to f-find me again,” he says through quick breaths, “I’m n-next.” “Chase…” The man shakes his head furiously. “I-I’m not leaving. If he think he can fucking s-scare me,” Chase hiccups, “he’s w-wrong. I’m tired of r-running away. I’m going to fight.” Nothing, for a moment. Then, Jackie says, “It’s what Jack would’ve wanted.” Chase cries harder at that. He wants to toss his house keys off this damn roof and never see them again, because they remind him too much of the doors he’s just opened up. He’s not afraid. Shaking and sobbing, he is not afraid. He is furious.

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and i'll call you when the party's over (jan/gigi) - aries

summary - there are two sides to every story, but that doesn’t make either one less complicated.

a/n - (dj khaled voice) Another One. i liked the oneshot i posted a few days ago enough to attempt a companion/prequel thing that turned out to be half as long, apparently! thanks as always to alex for being a great beta and providing me with the idea for this in the first place <3

Sunday, November 29th

‘-But I’m not really a popcorn person,’ Jackie sighs. ‘It’s too salty. I don’t want to have to keep stopping to drink water if I’m watching a movie too, you know? That’s, like, triple multitasking.’

Gigi laughs, grabbing the bucket of popcorn and pulling it closer to herself, taking a handful.

‘I like it,’ she says, her mouth now half-full. ‘You can get it sweet, though.’

‘No, but that defeats the point, i’d rather just get chocolate or something.’ Jackie turns to her left and nudges Jan on the shoulder. She doesn’t look up from her phone.

‘Who are you texting?’ Nicky asks, stealing the bucket from out of Gigi’s lap. ‘They’re stealing you from us. We need your opinion on movie snacks.’

Jan smiles and her eyes light up as she locks her phone and places it on the cushion beside her. ‘Nobody,’ she replies, but the mischievous, almost childlike grin on her face says otherwise. ‘Movie snacks?’

‘We’ve been talking about this for like ten minutes,’ Gigi sighs, irritated. ‘Weren’t you listening?’

Jan grins back at her, mock offended. ‘I was totally listening!’ She gasps. Her phone vibrates, as does the cushion. Gigi looks at it in disgust, and pretends to be nonchalant as Jan’s Fleetwood Mac ringtone echoes through the room. She sits in silence, trying her best to twist her expression into something less sour.

‘ God, just answer the phone,’ Nicky laughs. ‘We can live without your input on this for once.’ Jan grabs her phone and laughs, walking out of Jackie’s living room and closing the door behind her.

‘Who do you think it is?’ Asks Jackie, turning her head back to face the others. Gigi shrugs, grabs the popcorn back, and shoves a handful in her mouth to stop the bitter comments before they can escape.

‘She’s been talking to that Jake guy a lot,’ Nicky suggests, picking up the tv remote. ‘From biology, or something. He seems okay, I don’t really know him.’

Jackie nods, entertained, and returns the topic of conversation to the important distinction between types of M&Ms. Gigi grabs another handful of popcorn, and stays silent.

Wednesday, December 23rd

Jackie’s never one to half-ass anything, and holidays are no exception, apparently - when Gigi arrives at her house, gift box in one hand, bottle of Bailey’s in the other, she has to take a second to drink it all in. She’s hung fucking mistletoe. Christ.

They’re all sat around the dining table, Mariah Carey is playing in the background, and for a self-proclaimed Christmas hater, Gigi’s pretty content. Jackie pulls a spinner from some board game or other out and flicks it, grinning when it lands on Gigi.

‘okay, G, you go first,’ she smiles, rubbing her hands together. ‘Who’d you get?’

Gigi grabs the gift box from the floor next to her and pushes it across the table to Nicky, whose mouth drops open in surprise. ‘No way,’ she squeals. ‘You bitch, you kept that so secret!’

‘That’s the whole point,’ laughs Jan, tapping the table in excitement. ‘Go on, open it, I wanna see!’

Nicky unties the gift bow and slides the lid off the box, grabbing its contents. ‘A necklace?’ She questions, squinting at the piece of jewellery in her hands. ‘What does it say?’

‘Prettier,’ Gigi replies. the other three glance at her, confused. ‘There was one that just said pretty,’ she explains, ‘and this, and I didn’t think you’d appreciate being second best.’

They continue around the table with gifts. Nicky buys Jackie some kind of expensive perfume that would seem insincere and impersonal from anyone else, but is so quintessentially Nicky that nobody seems to mind. Jackie gives Jan some cute flower earrings and a gift card to a bakery that she loves.

‘So you can stop hassling us for cupcakes,’ she explains, and Jan laughs in response, and it’s music to Gigi’s ears, always has been.

‘My turn, then,’ Jan smiles, pushes a gift bag across to Gigi. She pulls out sheets of lilac tissue paper to find what feels like a weirdly-shaped sack. When she lifts it out of the bag, the others’ confusion is evident.

‘It’s a cat,’ Jan clarifies, reaching over to tap one of the points on the gift that Gigi thinks, if she squints, could resemble ears.

‘Is it?’ Asks Jackie, face twisted.

‘You sure?’ Nicky snorts and whacks her on the arm.

‘Yeah!’ Jan fake glares at them, and locks eyes with Gigi. ‘I made him for you, because you mentioned that one time that you wanted a cat but your mom’s allergic.’

Gigi thanks her, and the smile doesn’t leave her face all night.

She names the cat Charlie. He sits at the foot of her bed from then on, and she can’t help but grin every time she sees him.

Sunday, March 6th

‘If we can’t agree on something, we can always just rewatch Mean Girls,’ Gigi suggests, leaning her head back against her pillow and rubbing her eyes. ‘It’s a classic for a reason.’

Nicky groans, throws a cushion across the room, laughs as it flies and hits Gigi in the head. ‘I’m so fucking bored of mean girls.’ Gigi flips her off and picks up her phone, busying herself by scrolling through the same ten instagram posts in her feed she’s seen twenty times today already.

‘We could watch Stranger Things or something?’ Jackie pipes up, scrolling through Netflix. ‘I’ve heard that’s good.’

‘Ooh, Jake said he didn’t like it, though,’ Jan replies, looking up from her phone for a whole second before glancing back down and laughing at something she sees.

‘Ooh, Jake isn’t fucking here, �� Gigi snaps, slamming her phone onto the couch beside her. ‘Can’t you think for yourself, or would he not like that either?’

It’s so quiet, you could hear a pin drop. Jan’s face drops, and Gigi feels a guilt unlike anything she’s ever known before at the sight of her staring blankly across the room, eyes welling up with tears. Her eyes narrow and she shakes her head, stands up, and walks out silently. The sound of the door slamming behind her echoes and hits Gigi like a bullet through the chest.

Monday, March 7th

nicky - hey babe, u doing okay? (2:07am)

i just spoke to jan. i know u probably don’t want to but i think u should apologise. wouldn’t want her to be too upset u know? (2:08am)

anyway did u see that cat vine i tagged u in on ig?? (2:15am)

gigi - hey can i call you? i feel like doing this over text isn’t right (10:12am)

jan <3 - of course! give me a min. (10:12am)

jan <3 - make sure you send me the link to that cat video!!!🐱💞 (1:45pm)

Saturday, June 11th

For Jan’s birthday, they congregate in her kitchen and take shot after shot of cheap tequila until Nicky can’t take a step without falling face-first onto the cold linoleum tiles. Jackie sighs, picks her up like it’s nothing and carries her into the living room, rolling her eyes.

‘She’s such a mom,’ Jan comments, pulling herself up to sit on the counter, swinging her legs back and forth like a kid on a swing. If she notices her heels hitting the cabinets a bit too hard, she doesn’t say anything. Gigi laughs and jumps up beside her, grabbing onto Jan’s arm when she nearly falls, collapsing into giggles on her shoulder when she makes it up successfully.

‘Happy birthday,’ she says, holding onto Jan’s hand just a bit too tight. Jan thanks her, still laughing.

‘It’s weird to do this on a Saturday,’ Jan muses, squeezing Gigi’s hand. ‘I’m so used to Sundays with you all, it feels wrong.’

‘No!’ Gigi replies, and Jan winces at her volume. ‘You’ve had a really nice day!’

‘I have, yeah,’ she giggles, nodding.

‘What’d you get?’ Gigi asks, swings their hands back and forth. ‘From people that weren’t me.’

‘A lot of gift cards,’ Jan replies. ‘And chocolate. Pretty boring.’

‘What about Jake?’

Jan scrunches up her face and shudders. ‘He got me a fucking Forever 21 gift card.’

Gigi scoffs, lets go of Jan’s hand and places both hands on her face, turning Jan’s head to meet her eyes. ‘ Fuck him,’ she says, more force in her words than she realises. Jan smiles, but it doesn’t meet her eyes. Gigi looks at her, confused.

‘No, I didn’t mean to make you sad,’ she mumbles, shaking her head. Don’t be sad, it looks weird on you, you’re so pretty.’

Jan tilts her head up and there’s something in her eyes, soft and weird and wonderful, that makes Gigi feel like she’s floating. She swears she sees Jan glance down at her lips and lean in for a split second, but she’ll never know.

Jackie pushes open the kitchen door and Jan springs back, pulls her hands away to fiddle with something on the other side of the counter. Jackie asks if they have any aspirin, Nicky’s complaining about a headache. Gigi hops off the counter, makes her way to the bathroom, and locks the door behind her.

Thursday, August 18th

There’s something about the way Nicky’s looking at her from across the table that scares the shit out of Gigi, but she tries her best to ignore it and grabs another slice of pizza, glancing around the restaurant. Neither of them have spoken much the whole time they’ve been out - it’s weird, for the lack of a better phrase.

‘So what, did you just feel like treating me?’ Gigi asks, laughs nervously, takes a sip of her Coke through its red-and-white striped straw. Nicky looks at her and her eyes are so full of poorly disguised pity it makes Gigi feel like a child.

‘You know I’m not one to avoid bringing shit up, right?’ Nicky replies, stirring her drink absentmindedly. Gigi nods. ‘What’s up?’

‘And it’s only coming from a place of love-’

‘Nicky.’

‘You,’ she says, slamming one hand on the table, ‘need to suck it up and get the fuck over Jan.’

Gigi’s eyes widen and she inhales too fast in shock, choking on her drink. Nicky watches, failing miserably to bite back laughter.

‘I don’t know what you’re talking about.’ Gigi takes another sip and her eyes dart around the room, trying to find something distracting to focus on.

‘Don’t bullshit me,’ Nicky laughs. ‘It’s been two months since her birthday party, and I don’t know what the fuck happened, but I haven’t seen you speak to her since, and I hate it. You’re acting as if she’s poisonous.’

She is, now, thinks Gigi. She may as well be.

‘I don’t need to get over anyone,’ she stresses. ‘Nothing happened , we just haven’t spoken much recently.’

‘I do talk to Jackie, you know,’ Nicky replies, reaching across the table to grab Gigi’s hand. ‘I’m just saying this because I care about you. I don’t want anything between us all going sour. I love you all too much. Also, she has a boyfriend.’

Gigi smiles, but she’s sure it comes out as more of a grimace. ‘If you care so much, can you drop it? Nothing will go sour, because nothing happened.’

Nicky shoots her a knowing look, but does as she asks.

Saturday, October 1st

When Jake breaks up with Jan, she messages their group chat in floods of tears, and Gigi’s never invited them over faster. A stupid move, maybe, but for a second, as she types, she’s just Jan’s friend, and she wants to be there for her.

It was a stupid move. Definitely a stupid move.

She sits with Jan, holds her for hours on end, wipes her tears and orders the other two around to try to cheer her up as much as possible. There’s a kind of sick sadistic enjoyment in knowing she’s the only person that can make Jan feel better and she doesn’t want to acknowledge it in the fucking slightest, so she doesn’t, lets it bubble underneath the surface but keeps it contained until she can’t handle it anymore. When it gets to that point, she grabs the wine.

She lays next to Nicky making stupid Grease references and then Jan leaves and they’re alone, and her mood shatters into pieces, and all she wants to do is sweep them under the coffee table with the rest of the overpriced breakup cupcakes and leave them there.

‘What’s wrong, doll?’ Nicky grabs her hand and squeezes it comfortingly.

‘Is it bad that I’m happy about it?’ Gigi asks, tilting her head towards the door, avoiding eye contact at all cost. ‘Does that make me a bad person?’

‘What, being happy that your best friend just got dumped? Yeah, maybe?’ Nicky comments, narrowing her eyes. ‘Didn’t we talk about this? I don’t think this is the best time to let your feelings come into play, G.’

‘It’s not my feelings,’ Gigi replies, her voice quiet. ‘I just mean because he was kinda gross to her, that’s all.’ There’s not much conviction in her voice, and it seems like she’s trying to convince herself more than anything. Nicky buys it, somehow.

Sunday, October 16th

She kisses Nicky for the first time outside of a bar. It’s too early to warrant them being anywhere near drunk, and she tastes like cheap wine, and it feels rushed, and impulsive, but not wrong. She checks her phone and they’re late to meet Jan and Jackie, and she feels like she shouldn’t feel as bad about it as she does, because Nicky doesn’t seem to care at all.

They stop at a corner store on the way to Jackie’s house to pick up some snacks, and Gigi tries her best to ignore the tightness in her throat when Nicky grabs her hand as they’re walking along the street.

She turns to Gigi suddenly, grabs her other hand as she walks backwards, and almost makes her drop the plastic bag.

‘What are we?’ She asks, her dramatic faux-old Hollywood movie accent strong. She looks at Gigi with dark, worried eyes, stays silent for a good five seconds, and then she laughs, and Gigi laughs with her, relieved she was joking, unsure of how she’d have coped if Nicky was serious. Nothing , she thinks. And I think I want to keep it that way .

Nicky kisses her again, spontaneous and odd, against the wall of an alley near Jackie’s house. Gigi feels like a kid, sneaking around in the sunset, but she thinks maybe she could get used to it. If she closes her eyes and focuses hard enough, she can almost mess up the mental picture enough to turn Nicky’s hair blonde, and her eyes blue, and her hands softer, and make everything how she wishes it was.

They get to Jackie’s, and neither of them say a word. Gigi sees Jan’s dejected eyes when they show up, and she wishes she’d gone to that stupid fucking family party after all.

Sunday, October 30th

They stick a dumb horror movie on the tv and let it play as background noise once Jackie leaves. It hits one in the morning and Gigi and Nicky are the only ones awake. It’s weird of Jan to fall asleep so early, but Gigi can’t bring herself to engage her in conversation long enough to keep her up and Nicky’s too busy shit-talking people on her instagram feed to create much of a compelling reason for her to be up, either.

Gigi looks between them and feels suddenly, overwhelmingly lost, and she wants to get up and escape, get a glass of water, clear her head, but it’s like she’s frozen in place. She doesn’t want to be around either of them right now, but lucky for her, she’s with both, and acknowledging whatever the hell’s going on with either would be equally painful.

So she sits, eyes glued to the shitty slasher flick on the screen in front of her, and tries to focus on the plot enough to distract herself from the room she’s in.

Nicky taps her on the shoulder and breaks her trance, beckons her over to the corner she’s in.

‘Look at this,’ she whispers, pushes her phone towards Gigi to show her some kind of gross-looking outfit picture taken by god knows who. ‘Can you believe people leave the house like that?’ Gigi laughs, but it’s more of a formality than anything else. Nicky scrolls down and finds an old favourite vine and they laugh together, genuinely this time, watch it on repeat a few times.

Nicky looks at Gigi and sighs, hooks a finger under her chin and tries to pull her closer. ‘ Stop it,’ she objects, the sternness she tries to convey masked by the last of her laughs at the joke. ‘Not with Jan here.’

‘She’s asleep, baby,’ Nicky insists. ‘It’s fine.’

Gigi shakes her head and pushes herself back across the wooden floor, leaving Nicky confused. ‘Later?’ She mouths, and Gigi gives her a half-hearted nod, pulling herself to her feet. As she walks to the kitchen, trying to ignore Jan’s heavy breathing from the couch, she wishes she could just leave, walk off into the night, and not have to talk to either of them for as long as possible.

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