#pov waiting on line for some papers and shit

[i-should-have-stayed-home]

I'm tired of waiting. Of spending vast amounts of time on nothing that could've been something worth living.

#tired of waiting #gay and tired #what is my life #what is happening #pov waiting on line for some papers and shit

[storydays]

Overture: Part 2

(3rd POV)

*With Charlie*

"Hello? Creepy..." Charlie called into the building as she looked around, walking towards the front desk. "Oh!" Charlie watched as a scroll and quill came in front of her. "Also, creepy." she smiled awkwardly, as she signed her name. A door opened up into a dark room, and Charlie walked in, calling out again, "Hello?" 

" 'Sup." A male voice startled the demoness, making her fall on the floor. "Holy shit!" She yelped. Light had came on to reveal two angels, one sitting and the other standing behind the first. 

Standing up, Charlie pushed her bangs back. "Hi! I'm Charlie, and my brother has sent me to meet you." "Yeah, I know." replied the yellow angel, lazily. "Okay, well, it is nice to meet you." Charlie held her hand out to shake, the angel leaning forward to shake it, "Totally, nice to meet you too." Charlie gasped when her hand passed through his. 

"Ha! I fuckin' got you! DId you fuckin' see that?!" He cackled to the grey angel beside him, who nodded at his answer. "Good shit." He laughed to himself. 

"Uh, so wait, you aren't here?" wondered Charlie. "No, you think I'd come down there?" He laughed again. 

"No, I mean, I love the vibe, totally; I love your tunes. Pretty fuckin' hardcore, don't get me wrong. But it's such a bummer, man. Everything down there, is so..eugh, ya know. Ew." He cringed at the thought. 

"Right..so I'm happy that we got this opportunity to meet! There's a project that I've been working on that I really want to talk to you about--" Charlie eyed the angel as he shushed her.

"Hey, hey, hey, slow down. We got time; how about we get to know each other, mm? How about some lunch? You hungry? I got you!" The yellow angel held up a plate of ribs, offering it to the demoness. "Here's my personal favorite. You'll love it."

Charlie smiled politely. "Um, thanks." As she reached for some, her hand went through it. The angel laughed loudly. "I got you again, bitch! Haha! Fuckin' hilarous! Haha!" The princess laughed sarcastically, annoyed by his childishness. 

*Back at the hotel*

Vaggie had gathered everyone in the main foyer. Angel had his legs on (Y/N)'s lap again, and was enjoying how flustered the prince looked. The blond tried to ignore the spider but was failing miserably. 

"Okay, Charlie's doing something very important, so while she's gone, we are making a new commercial." Vaggie smiled, thinking of her energetic girlfriend, before holding her hand out expectantly. "So, we need  a camera. Alastor?"

The deer demon snapped his fingers and an old fashioned camera meant for photos appeared. "A video camera." snapped the Latina woman. "Hmm." Alastor hummed before giving her the requested item. "Alright, let's do this." Vaggie grinned. 

"Aaand action!" 

" 'Welcome to the Hazbin Hotel. Can I help you?' " Husk read from the script, from where he was standing behind the bar. 

"I've been a bad boy, and I need a big, strong Daddy to put me in my place....on the path to redemption." Angel started sultrily, purposely stretching his body out, showing himself off. (Y/N) snorted behind his own script; that spider was such an idiot sometimes. 

"Well, you come--" Husk started before being interrupted by Angel's moan of , "Oh yes!" (Y/N) started laughing harder, as Husk continued his lines through gritted teeth, "To the right place." 

"Cut!" Vaggie sighed, putting the camera down and turning towards the men. 

"Okay, Angel, I need you to be less horny, if possible.  (Y/N), stop encouraging him. And Husk, can you not have the script right in your face?" Vaggie commented. Husk bristled, clearly angry, "I ain't no act! I can't memorize this shit!" He slapped the paper in his hand as Angel leaned in closer. 

"Well, we could improve this shit, babycakes. Rawrr." The Italian spider purred seductively. 

Husk frowned and pushed the spider into (Y/N) who wasn't even paying attention, and sent both men to the floor. "Oof," grunted Angel as he landed on (Y/N), knocking his glasses off and--

"Fuck, my nuts!" groaned (Y/N), curling in a fetal position. 

 Angel had accidentally kneed him...right where the sun don't shine.

"Whoops." Husk winced; he'd only meant for the spider to get out of his personal space. (Y/N) was really one of the only people he'd gotten along with. "My bad, (Y/N)." 

"I could do something with your nuts, (Y/N)." Angel teased, but shivered when the prince shot a icy glare in his direction. "Or maybe later," he muttered, rubbing (Y/N)'s back soothingly as he waited for the pain to stop.

"Guys, come on." Vaggie sighed, as Husk picked up a bottle and started drinking again. 

*Back with Charlie*

"So I was playing this gig, and for some fucking reason, this virtue chick was diggin' on the drummer and it's like, do you know who I am? I'm fuckin' Adam! I'm the original dick. All dicks descend from me! You think you want drummer dick? No way! I'm the fuckin' dickmaster!" Adam obnoxiously slurped on his ribs before continuing his story. 

"So anyway, we fucked and it was awesome. What'd you do this weekend?" He asked a very bored looking Charlie. 

"Wait, your name is Adam? Like the first man, Adam? That means you--Ohhh, that explains so much." Charlie realized. "I know, I fuckin' rock." Adam sent the princess a 'rock on sign'. "Well, Adam, sir. Mr Adam, sir--" 

"Call me dickmaster." smirked the angel. 

"Adam," Charlie emphasized, clearly done with Adam. "You seem like a smart--well, stand up guy." 

"Uh-huh." Adam agreed as he picked his teeth. 

"And I know you are the leader of the Angel Army and you are a big thinker, a revolutionary, a--a genius," Charlie complimented. 

"I mean your words, babe." Adam was clearly enjoying the compliments. 

"Who would really love to put his name on something." Charlie kept revving Adam up. "Fuckin' love puttin' my name on shit!" Adam stood excitedly. "Shit's the best!" 

Charlie nodded along, "It's a solution to our biggest problem!" 

"Ohh, herpes! Yeah, that's a bitch." Adam cringed. 

"No! Our other biggest problem." The princess tried hinting at again. 

"Oh, uh, ugly people? Math? Global warming? Nah, wait, that's Earth's problem. Umm...." Charlie blinked at the Angel...there was no way he was this stupid, right?

*Back at the hotel*

Niffty giggled as she chased a bug with a giant needle in her hand. "Hehehe, stab, stab, stab!" "Alright, Niffty." Vaggie called before turning to kneel in front of the cyclops. "Niffty. Niffty? Niffty! Your line is, 'We have the cleanest rooms.' Okay?" Niffty nodded excitedly, "Got it! I'm ready!" Vaggie grabbed the camera and started to record. "And action."

Niffty's smile dropped immediately and she zoned out, her pupil shrinking to a little dot. Vaggie stopped recording and lowered the camera,as she, Angel and (Y/N) stared at the cyclops with wide eyes. "Uhh...cut." 

Niffty smiled, "How was that?" "Well Niffty, you have to actually say the line. Let's try again." 

Same results as last time. 

Angel leaned down to whisper in Vaggie's ear, "Yo're doing great Vagina." He whispered, mockingly.  "Cut! Alright, um, maybe we can try to fix it in post." Vaggie thought aloud. "Do you even know what that means?" asked (Y/N).  "I'll figure it out." the white haired woman snapped, not noticing the looks that the two men exchanged. 

Vaggie went into a room and groaned in annoyance as the TV showed a lot of static,and barely audible sound. "Seems like you're having a bit of trouble there, eh?" Alastor grinned as he watched Vaggie. 

"Ugh, este pendejo. " She cursed, before turning to the deer demon. "Why are you even here?"

Alastor sat on the opposite couch of Vaggie, his shadow crouching behind him with a sinister smile. "I came here because I love seeing wasteful souls struggle to accomplish something meaningful and fail spectacularly, like you are doing now! Good job!" He mocked cheerfully. 

Scowling, Vaggie turned the camera on, and started recording, "And here is Alastor, an egocentric piece of shit--" She yelped as the camera shorted out from the demon's power. "I wouldn't try that, my dear. This face was made for radio." His eyes changed into radio dials, his mouth changed to a speaker,and  his body began changing in bendy ways, as voodoo symbols floated around him.

Vaggie narrowed her eye at him. "That's it! I don't care who or what you are. If you're staying here, you are going to make this work. Because it won't be so 'entertaining' to watch over a empty hotel, will it shitass?" She snapped, walking back to her chair. 

Alastor's eyes and smile narrowed before he shrugged. 

"Fair enough. I'll tell you what: let's make a deal." Scoffing, Vaggie flopped back into her seat. 

"You think I'm that stupid? Making a deal with a demon like you?"

"Not for your soul." The Radio Demon rolled his eyes before continuing, "Just a simple deal: I do this for you, and you never ask me to engage with this frivolous television technology again." He narrowed his eyes at the television. "Or...Charlie comes back to absolutely nothing!" The deer dropped the radio effect from his voice as he turned to smirk at Vaggie, "Your choice."

Sighing heavily, the purple demoness agreed. "Fine." She handed the video camera into Alastor's waiting hand, sealing the deal. 

"Now then!" Alastor clapped his hands, and the hotel occupants and a camera crew appeared with equipment. With another snap, the Hotel company were all dressed in outfits from the 1920's. 

"Alright, let's make a fucking commercial." 

*Back with Charlie*

"When you take her out for the fifth time, and she still expects you to pay the check, but you're like, 'Hey, I thought you want equality/'?" Adam mocked a woman's voice.  "NOO! Our shared problem of overpopulation in Hell!" Charlie snapped, a desperate look in her eye.  "Ohh! Well, that's not a problem. We've got that covered. Lute, how many demons did you kill this year?" Adam asked the silent lieutenant. 

"Got a good 275, sir." she replied, coldly. 

"275?! Woah, badass! Awesome job, danger tits! Pound it." The two angels shared a fist bump.  

"Uh, no, that's not awesome! Those are my people, you know that, right?" Charlie stood, worry written on her face. "Ohh, yeah....That must suck for you! Hahaha!" Adam laughed. 

"But these are souls. Human souls, just the same as you have in Heaven." the blonde frowned. "They are not the same." Lute said bluntly, "They had their chance and they earned damnation." 

"You're wrong!" Charlie disagreed. "Sinners made mistakes, sure, but everyone makes mistakes." "ANGELS don't make mistakes." hissed Lute. Charlie crossed her arms, "You really think that?" she raised an eyebrow. 

"I know that." replied the exorcist. 

"Yeah, I've never made a mistake in my fuckin' life." Adam agreed as Lute circled the princess. "The only reason you're still here, is because Daddy gave you and your Hellborn kind, a pardon from an exorcist blade. How's that you feel? To know how little you matter." Lute said coldly, returning to Adam's side. 

"Oops! Almost out of time. Guess we should get into it." Adam sighed lazily. 

"Oh fuck!" Charlie face palmed, and rushed closer to the two angels."Okay, I've got a lot to get through and not a lot of time." Charlie summoned a stack of paperwork. "And I feel like you weren't hearing me before, so here it goes." 

"Awh, shit!" Charlie cursed banging on the door from where she was thrown out.

*Back at the hotel*

Charlie walked into the hotel sadly, before being greeted by her brother, who was sitting at the bar, with paperwork and a another strawberry Daiquiri in front of him, glasses perched on the edge of his nose. 

He looked up at the young woman and smiled, waving his hand to send the paper work away, and taking his drink in his hand, before going over to Charlie. "Hey, sis...how'd it go?" 

As he got closer, he noticed his sister's bubbly demeanor  was gone, "Hey, what's wrong?" 

Charlie opened her mouth before being interrupted by Vaggie hugging her. "Charlie! How'd it go? Did they listen?" Vaggie looked at Charlie hopefully. 

"They sure did...hear it. But um,--" "Oh! Come here! We have something exciting to show you!" Vaggie excitedly dragged Charlie to the living room where everyone was gathered.

"Alastor pulled a few limbs, and it's about to air." (Y/N) grinned as he came to stand in between Husk and the Radio Demon, as Charlie and Vaggie sat on the couch by Niffty and Angel Dust who lounged on the floor.

"I pulled a few limbs, too!" Alastor laughed. (Y/N) shook his head at his antics. 

"Wait, the commercial? You all made a new one?" Charlie asked. 

"Yeah, one of my better performances if I do say so myself." Angel smiled lazily as Charlie teared up, holding her hands over her heart. 

"That's amazing." She said, tearfully, before Angel shushed her. "SHH! It's startin'" He growled. 

On screen, we see the hotel members dressed up; Angel blowing kisses to the camera and at (Y/N) ,who was fighting the urge to blush, before sending smirk at the spider followed by a playful middle finger. Husk was drinking his cheap booze, Niffty staring at the camera, and Alastor wasn't even facing the camera, and glitching slightly.

Vaggie smiled at the camera, "Welcome to the Hazbin Hot-" Suddenly, it was cut off to reveal a news story. 

Vaggie and Angel both shouted in their native languages at the TV and the royal demons' eyes changed to their demon form eyes, both barring their teeth in anger. 

"Breaking news in Hell today! We have just received  word from the Heaven Embassy that the next extermination is happening sooner than ever before! Do you know what that means, Tom" asked the female reporter, turning to her co-host. 

"What does that mean, Katie?" Tom asked with a head tilt. 

"It means we are all royally fucked." Katie replied as the screen showed the clock changing the days to 176. 

"Wait, what? Why" demanded Angel.

"Charlie...." (Y/N) turned towards his sister, "That'd be the kind of thing that's important for me to know before hand." "Sorry, got distracted by the commercial." Charlie sighed, placing her head in her hands in dismay.

*meanwhile*

A angelic hovercraft was scanning over the rummage of the remains of the extermination. 

"We found the body, sir. They've never managed to kill one of us before. We should just go down there now and destroy them!" Lute hissed, her wings fluttering in anger. 

"No,no. We can't risk them catching on. But don't worry, when we come back, there won't be a demon alive to pull a stunt like this again!" Adam yelled, smashing the projector, before smiling wickedly.

*With (Y/N)*

With a groan, the prince of Hell flopped back onto a couch. Bending over paperwork for hours on end, did nothing for his back. 

Fuck, he was only 225, why did his back hurt so much?

(Y/N) sighed, closing his eyes as the little cat from earlier came over, and curled up on his arms, purring loudly. 

"Hey, KeeKee. Hey pretty girl," he cooed, running his hands over the cat's soft fur.

"Ugh, my back." He groaned, feeling his muscles protest at the movement.

"Hey, sweetcheeks." A voice purred in his ear, making him lazily open his violet eye to peek at the spider who grinned widen seeing he had his attention. 

"Mm, not now, Angel, my back his killing me."

"Oh, as much as I'd love to take you in position, big daddy, I was actually coming to offer another one of my services." Angel held up a bottle of oil. "Being bent over something for a long time can really be hard on the back. Lemme help?" 

(Y/N) eyed the spider, looking for any of his usual antics, but found sincerity. "Okay, let's go to my office. I have a spare bed, for nights I don't feel like going to my room." He used his magic to transport himself and the spider, before lazily walking to the space bed.

Angel looked around the office, smiling softly at all the photos of the prince and his family. "Take your shirt off, and lay on your belly. Don't worry, I'll be careful with your wings." He waited patiently for (Y/N) to take his shirt off, smiling as he took in the view of the blond's body, clearly he took care of himself.

"No funny business." (Y/N) said, groaning softly at the pain in his back. "No funny business," agreed Angel before he straddled (Y/N)'s butt, causing him to blush slightly. "Um, what--" "I won't be able to properly massage you from the side. I swear, no funny business. Just wanted to help ya," Angel waited until (Y/N) nodded. 

Angel poured the massage oil in his ungloved hands, all four, and warmed it up in his hands, before getting to work.

(Y/N) sighed softly, enjoying as the Italian spider worked out his sore muscles, being sure to include the demon's wings as well. 

"Thanks, Angel."

"Qualunque costa per te, bambola." 

(Y/N) smiled to himself, deciding to keep the fact that he knows every language in the world to himself as Angel hummed an old song from his childhood. 

The two sat in silence as unaware as Charlie closed the door, smiling, letting the two be.

'They would be so cute.' she grinned to herself. 

#hazbin husk #hazbin hotel charlie #hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin angel dust #x male reader #hazbin charlie #hazbin vaggie #hazbin niffty #viziepop

[jazeswhbhaven]

StolasxMC (MC's POV) Oneshot Dry Humping Level of Spice: 🔥🔥🔥

I focus on the target in front of me, the gun in my hands pointed in the line of vision that Stolas showed me before. Align, breathe, and squeeze the trigger.

The loud bang echoes the room, and the target paper reels into my booth, showing that I was just a centimeter off bullseye. Dammit.

Even being that much off could mean certain death by the hands of an angel. I had to be better. I hear footsteps approach as I stare at the target with dissapointment.

"How'd you do?"

The taller, boyish looking devil tilts his head in curiousity and looks over my shoulder. I cringe when his brow furrows at my results.

"Damn, you suck. What am I going to do with you?"

"Love me anyway?"

He stares at me with a blank gaze but then smiles and pats my shoulder. "Yeah, I guess. It's not that bad you just need some more practice and I Stolas am the only one who can do it."

I nod and take my stance again as another target pops up, an angel dummy this time made from straw. Before I do anything he takes my arms and positions them where he needs, watching my form.

"Too relaxed. You have to be firm when holding it."

He reaches over me, his chest pressed against my back and his arms wrapping over me to help fix my mistakes. I sigh, and back up into him, my backside rubbing against his crotch.

"Mmph!" Stolas bites back a moan and stiffens. I stand in surprise when I feel something twitch against me, his bulge forming from just a small touch.

"Stolas?" My voice is curious and innocent, but not completely clueless as to what my body does to him. He shakes his head to where the jewels on his crown clink in response. "Nothing. Focus."

He leans over me again, his hands trembling this time as he helps me with my stance. I test his patience, pressing myself against him again, aggressively shaking my ass against him. "Stop-that-MC..." he growls in my ear but moves his hips forward to grind against me. I lower my gun, bracing my hands on the ledge in front of me to push back against his movements.

"Ha...ah....ha...." Stolas pants in my ear giving in by thrusting his clothed erection against me, bent over my back and slipping his hands over mine. My heart beat races, loving how he licks my neck and nips at my ear.

"Is this the correct way, Stolas?" I tease.

He growls, and grips my hands as his thrusting becomes feverish, parts of his uniform coming undone as the shake and jingle of the heavy jewlery on his crown echoes the empty practice room.

"F-fuck...I-can't-stop,"

Stolas moans with clenched teeth as the wetness of his crotch smears against my pants. With one last thrust, he keens, making sure I feel his cock twitch as he cums in his skin-tight pants. As he steadies his breathing, he realizes that he's made a mess of himself and stands back, noticing that the fluids have stained my clothing.

"Shit. I..."

"It's okay Stolas, I'm done practicing for today. Let's go get cleaned up." I say with a smile as I take his hand, while he covers himself with his jacket with a red face.

I can't wait for tomorrow's lesson.

#whb #what in hell is bad #whb stolas #7daysofbeelzeluv<3 #character x mc #mild spice #a little spicer than before but not quite there... #haha stolas #minors dni

[trickphotography2]

Eeep!

I would LOVE to know what went through Jake’s head when he heard the word “pregnant”! I know he’s so loving and supportive and gives theeee biggest “family man” vibes, so was his first thought “she’s mine forever now and she’s having my baby!” or was it “oh fuck, we’re having a whole ass human” or maybe both??

Okay, this got away from me. You get some angst and additional Jake backstory (including why he stayed married to his ex even after they separated)! Here's 1.8K words of Jake's POV of finding out Darlin's pregnant.

Jake was drinking his coffee on the couch, trying to motivate himself to get up and shower when you called.

“Can you come get me?”

Those five words and your shaky voice made his heart stop. As you explained what happened, he was sprinting across the house to throw on a pair of jeans and grab his wallet and keys. It was only after you assured him a few times that someone was with you that he was willing to get off the phone.

His fingers drummed on the steering wheel as he waited in line for the gate guard to scan his ID, teeth grit as he fought against screaming at them to move faster. It took all his training to block out that little voice in his head that whispered something was wrong. He needed to focus on the mission - get to the hangar and the hospital. Point A to Point B. He couldn’t spiral because you needed him.

His boots slapped against the concrete as he bolted out of the truck towards the Bounty Hunter's hanger. As he raced across the parking lot, he heard someone call out his name.

Fucking shit. Admiral Tritz. Jake skidded to a halt as the uniformed officer approached, snapping a quick salute and standing at attention. Impatience warred with insubordination as he stood there, watching Tritz stroll closer. “Out of uniform, Hangman?”

“Sorry, sir… my girlfriend works here, and I need to… she’s not feeling well.” Tritz frowned. 

“Another officer?”

“No, sir. She’s a civilian. Contracting specialist.”

“Ah. Well, don’t want to keep her waiting then. I hope she feels better.”

“I’m taking her to the hospital, sir. I… I’m not sure how long that’ll take. I’m due back for mids.”

“I’ll let Kennedy know he might be getting a call and to have another pilot on standby.”

“Thank you, sir.” With a jerk of his head, Tritz dismissed him, and Jake took off, mumbling apologies as he ran through the hanger to your office. The sight of you in your office chair, head in your hands with a trashcan between your feet, greeted him as he skidded to a halt outside your door. “Darlin’?”

Your watery gaze rose to meet his, eyes dark against your pale skin. “I’m okay,” you whispered. 

“You still need to get checked out,” another woman said, and his eyes swung to the woman leaning against the wall. She waved before tipping her head towards you. “Going to need paperwork for the occupational health report, and worker’s comp is probably going to call to make sure they don’t need to worry about a lawsuit.”

“I’m not going to sue,” you grumbled.

“We’ll worry about that later,” Jake huffed, walking towards you and moving the trashcan away with his foot before kneeling in front of you.

“I’ll let the boss know you’re out for the rest of the day. Take care of yourself.”

“Thanks, Armitage,” you said softly. With a nod, the woman left just as Jake spotted the paper towel darkened with blood on your foot. He wrapped his hand around your ankle and rested your foot on his thigh, gently pulling away the towel and hissing.

“Damn it.” 

“It’s not as bad now,” you observed. He ignored the droplet of blood that saturated his jeans as he rewrapped your foot.

“Let’s go.” The words came out like an order, and you shrunk back into your chair. He mentally kicked himself - you didn’t need Lieutenant Seresin right now. “Fuck, I’m sorry, darlin’,” he sighed, running his thumb along your ankle. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah. I… I don’t know what happened. I just woke up on the floor.” 

“Let’s go get you checked out.” 

“I need to clean up first. I can’t leave… that,” you said, glancing at the trashcan. He peeked into it and saw that you’d been sick. He didn’t hesitate before grabbing the sides of the bag and tying it off. 

“I’ll get rid of this. You stay right here - don’t move.” He jogged to the men’s room, threw the bag away, and grabbed a few more paper towels for your foot.

You were leaning against the desk when he got back, work bag slung over your shoulder. Jake raised an eyebrow and darted forward when you took a limping step towards him. “I’m fine,” you mumbled. Without a word, he took your bag and crouched, bracing one hand under your knees and the other across your back as he swept you off your feet.

Red stained your pale cheeks as he carried you out of the hangar and across the parking lot.

Jake hated hospitals. Hated the smell of antiseptic, the constant overhead pages that never meant anything good, and the hurry up and wait.

He tried not to think about the other times he’d been in the emergency room - the night Lina fell off the roof and broke her arm trying to sneak back into the house drunk, the too-close calls with his friends nearly burning in, and when his ex had a bad epileptic seizure. He’d gotten a few calls from her needing to be picked up from work or a friend’s house after having a seizure, and getting that call from you had put him right back into it. So he held you tighter and pressed his lips to the top of your head, assuring himself that this wasn’t the same. Fainting wasn’t a seizure. 

That didn’t mean he was less irritated when a medical student was sent to take your medical history. If they’d been on base, you would have already seen a doctor, not some kid in a white coat pretending he knew more than he did. You could have gotten to a hospital sooner, period. Because you weren’t his dependent, he had to drive back off base to the closest civilian hospital. If something like this happened again… if it was the start of something serious, he needed to know that there wouldn’t be a delay in your getting help. That was unacceptable. As much as you wanted to wait to get married, it would offer more protection. This wasn’t a matter of wanting you to have his last name and the promise of forever. It was a practicality. It was the rational thing to do - why put off something you’d both agreed to just because of the arbitrary decision about how long you had to be dating? You were a rational person. 

That’s what he would argue when you got home. Getting married - the benefits of being a military spouse - would be his selling point. He’d be willing to trade almost anything else for you to agree to let him put his ring on your fingers and share his last name. 

As you dozed against his shoulder after the EKG, he took out his phone and typed your symptoms into Google: headache, fainting, and nausea. The first result said it was low blood sugar. Others said it was a migraine, but you’d have known if it was that. It could definitely have been stress or anxiety. Vertigo was an option, and so was low blood pressure. He didn’t want to consider it a brain injury or tumor. Pregnancy came up a few times, which gave him pause, but you’d had your period. 

So when the doctor came in almost three hours after you’d gotten to the hospital, Jake tried not to be too anxious. If it was bad, they would have done more tests. 

Vasovagal syncope. Low blood pressure probably triggered by your hormone fluctuations. “So she’s okay?” Jake asked, squeezing your hand. The doctor smiled at him.

“Yes, she’s okay. I wanted to discuss some of the symptoms you were experiencing before the syncope. You mentioned being nauseous - was that just before the syncope?”

“No, it’s been a couple of days.”

“Have you vomited?” Nod. “Have you been keeping food down?”

“Not really. I’ve mostly been eating crackers the last couple of days.” Jake frowned, frustrated that you hadn’t told him what you’d been dealing with. If you’d been honest, he would have pushed you to go to the doctor earlier instead of waiting this long. 

“Have you been more fatigued recently?” Brow furrowed, you nodded again. “How about any other physical symptoms?”

“Like?”

“Any tenderness in your breasts?”

“No.”

“Yes,” Jake answered. You’d turned down shower sex over the weekend, cringed when he’d brushed your nipples while reaching for shampoo, and shielded your chest from the water pressure. As much as he’d wanted to enjoy your being shirtless all day, knowing that it was because you were hurting put a damper on his enjoyment of seeing your breasts. 

“The labs show that your HCG levels are elevated, which probably triggered the vasovagal syncope.” Her eyes darted between you before she added, “HCG is what we look for to confirm a pregnancy.” 

The world stopped as Jake’s hand flexed around yours. 

“P-pregnancy?” you stuttered.

“Yes. I would recommend setting up an appointment with your OB in the next couple of days…” Jake tried to listen to the doctor but couldn’t hear past the ringing in his ears.

Pregnant.

You were pregnant.

A baby wasn’t in the plans. It wasn’t even something you would discuss for another couple of years. There was too much you both wanted to do before having a kid. 

Don’t be stupid enough to knock up some tag chaser, his father had ordered. 

You’re married already - I want grandbabies while I’m young enough to enjoy them, Jacob, his mother had told him.

Come on, I want a baby, baby! His ex had begged.

But you, you were just as shocked as he was. This wasn’t part of the plan - the only part that hadn’t needed negotiations. No kids for a couple of years, if ever. It was you and him, a team of two. The Seresins. 

A baby…

“I’m pregnant?” you asked softly. 

“You’re pregnant.” 

And Jake felt a mixture of terror and hope he’d never experienced. 

Fuck. We’re having a baby.

We’re having a baby.

Your hand shook in his, and Jake forced himself to look at you. Your eyes were wide with shock as you nodded to whatever the doctor said. His gaze drifted down to where your hand pressed against your stomach.

That small, protective gesture told Jake everything he needed to know.

No matter how terrible a father he would be, the baby would always have you. They would have at least one parent in their corner against the world.

So if you were in, he would do it too.

We’re having a baby.

Jake’s hand itched to cover yours, adding his protection to the little person growing inside you. 

Baby Seresin.

The thought made tears spring to his eyes, and Jake blinked them away, refocusing on what needed to be done to ensure you were taken care of.

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𝐃.𝐌 ❦ 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐝𝐨 𝐢𝐭.

So this is my first time writing Draco M. I like this one! Hope you like this fluff one shot as much as I do! <3

No warnings!

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~DRACO POV~

-In the great hall.

'I can't believe that oaf Snape gave me detention, and for what I was just sitting there and my wand just so happened to cast a spell at Potter.' I was nearly drowned in my thoughts when I heard the door open. I turned around to see some girl with a weirdly bright smile on her face. 'I mean she is like 30 minutes late for detention. I don't know why she's happy' "Good after noon Professor Snape." She said bowing her head at Snape. 'Damn she's bold' "Ms. L/n, may I remind you, you are to be punctual for detention." Snape said in monotone. "Yeah yeah." She sat one table away from me and took a quill out and started writing what I'm guessing is something along the lines of what Snape is making me write. She was wearing Slytherin robes, 'I wonder why I've never noticed her before.' "Mr. Malfoy I didn't assign you detention so you could stare at Y/n" Said Snape as he shoved my head back down towards my paper.

~3RD PERSON~

You looked at Draco for a moment then smirked. 'Ah now see I would worry about him buttt I have better plans for detention.' You raised your hand. "M'yes." Snape said "Can I go use the restroom I forgot to before I got here." You said frantically, trying to convince Snape to let you go. "Seeing you were 30 minutes late I would've guessed you would've already went.....but I suppose so." "Thank you!!" You said already running to the overly large doors.

As you finally get out of the great hall doors, you start sprinting towards Snapes classroom. When you get there you were almost winded, but that didn't stop you from checking every drawer in his desk for your spray paint. "Shit, shit , shit" you cursed as your frantically looked through cupboards of confiscated items taken away from students. "What are you doing in here?" A cold and deep voice asks you. You turned around so quick Draco probably thought you were a tweaker. "Uh, nothing actually just got lost. You know what I'm guessing this isn't the bathroom, so if you don't mind imma just slide right past you." You said trying to get past Draco who was standing in the door way. His broad shoulders practically blocking every exit. As you tried squeezing past him he said "No, I don't think so." "Sir I would be appreciative if you just let me go." "Ma'am I would be appreciative if you told me what you were doing in Snapes classroom." "Like I said I got lost on my way to the bathroom." You said shrugging. "You've been going here for 5 years I think you would know where the girls bathroom is?" "I have short term memory loss" you say shrugging. "Sure, yeah. Tell me what you were doing in here and I'll leave you alone." "Oh okay then, I was looking for the spray paint cans Snape confiscated from me. He took them when I wasn't even using them."

"Well, I'm guessing by the big message on the boys bathroom ceiling saying "I see you" is good enough reason." He leans on the door way. "Okay well I told you why I was here so you can leave" "I'm not gonna leave." "Why?" "Cause you're more than likely gonna graffiti Snapes classroom and just cause problems for not only me but yourself." "Aweee you care about me, and if I get in trouble." "No I don't actually, Snape sent me to look for you. So if you get in trouble, I get in trouble." "Hey, why don't you just help me find the cans and we can go back to detention?" “nd’ why would I do that” He tilts his head slightly as he crosses his arms, he continues “All you’re gonna do is continue to graffiti the school” “Draco, the longer you stay here trying to reason with me the longer you have snaps waiting for our return, regardless i’m getting them back. With or without your help.” You shrug. He just stares for a second obviously thinking about your statement. He takes a breath before speaking. “If you tell one soul about this…” A sly smile appears on your face. “Thank youu~” You said running back over to the cabinets as Draco started looking in the drawers of Snapes desk. "I think I got it." Draco said after a couple minutes of looking. He pulled out a couple different cans. "Yes! Thank youu!" You said running over to Draco and taking the cans. "Can we go back now?" He said annoyed. "Yes, yes we can." You said putting the cans in the big hidden pockets you had in your robes.

As you two were walking back to the great hall Draco asked "Why don't I know you?" "Uhh I mean I don't know. I guess I'm usually either in detention or I'm skipping classes." You said slightly laughing. "What about your grades?" "Straight O's." You said unfazed. "How? If you're always not in class then how do you have straight O's? Not even I have straight O's." "I guess stuff just comes naturally to me. I finish all my missing work late at night. It doesn't really bother me." You said shrugging. "What's the point in getting into so much trouble? You could easily be a star student if you just didn't do all this stuff that could get you suspended." "I guess it's just for the thrill? I dunno I just do stuff that makes me happy, I guess." "You're confusing." Draco said rubbing his head. You two walked in a comfortable silence all the way back to the great hall. "I found her professor." Draco said. "What was taking so long? Where was she?" Snape said with a questioning look. You looked at Draco with a look that said 'please don't tell him I was stealing from his classroom.' He hesitated. "She was just fixing her hair in the bathroom." "Ms. L/n I would appreciate it if you didn't use your detention time to start a salon. You may both go back to your work."

~AFTER DETENTION~

There were very few kids in detention but you and Draco were the only Slytherins there. On your way back to the common room you realized Draco was walking a few steps behind you. "Why are you following me?" You said turning around on your heels. "Get off your high horse, we are both going to the same place. Geez." "Ohhhh, I forgot, although I could've sworn you were a Hufflepuff?" You said sarcastically. "You are so funny I almost forgot to laugh." Draco said with a straight face. "You know Malfoy you aren't that bad...Truth or Dare?" you say spontaneously. "I'm not going to be playing such a childish game. Especially with you." He said rolling his eyes. "C'mon just one little game." "No." "Yes." "No." "Yes." "No. "Yes." "Okay! Dear Merlin, you're annoying." He says scoffing. "I don't really care. Truth or dare?" "Truth." "Ughh you're boring. Just pick dare." "Okay fine, dare." "Oo, yes! Okay, I dare you to take one of my spray cans and write something, it can be anywhere and anything. BUT it has to be multiple words!" You said passing him a can of black spray paint. "No! That's gonna get me in detention, just like you." "Uh sir...you're acting like you weren't in there either. And plus we won't get caught." "But what if?" "It's gonna be fine, just trust me." You said realizing Draco's hand was still on top of yours from when you guys paused when you handed him the can. You quickly took away your hand and acted like nothing happened. "Well either way I have the can. So if we get caught it looks like I did it." "Ouuu I have an ideaa~" You said completely ignoring what Draco just said. "What?" "How about we write something to the Gryffindors?" "Sounds tempting," Draco said actually taking into consideration what you were saying. "I have the perfect place for it too!" You said excitedly. "Okay I'll do it, but only if you promise to take the fall if we get caught." "I promise." You said sticking out your pinky. "I don't do pinky promises." He says blankly looking from your extended pinky back to you. "Fine then, then there's no absolute way to know I'll take the fall," You said shrugging. He lets out air, "Fine." He says sticking out his pinky, you took his pinky with yours and kissed your hand. "What was that?" "You have to seal every pinky promise with a kiss, duh." "Oh my god." He said as he kissed his hand. "Okay, now there's this rock that all the Gryffindors literally cherish. I have zero clue why, it's just a rock, but they always hang around it so I'm guessing it's special or something. It's actually kinda weird, hey do you think they have a rock fetish or something?" You said gasping at the end. "Just show me where it is." He said rolling his eyes. "Okay fine then. Follow me." You said rolling your eyes. After walking for a while you two finally get to the 'special' rock. "Here we are!" You say spreading your arms out. "Are you serious? This is the rock?" "Yep!" "Okay.." He said sighing. He takes the can out of his pocket and crouches down so he can write straightly on the rock. He stares at the rock for a while. "Well?" "Hold on! I'm thinking." "Well, you better think faster cause I'm cold out here!" "I know what I'm gonna write." "What?" "Suck it." "You won't, no balls." "Shut up." He then shook the can up then sprayed it on the rock. "Oh, you actually did it." you said in disbelief. "Yeah, what about it?" "I mean I wasn't gonna force you to do it but I guess what's done is done." You said shrugging. "So what you're saying is I could've just said no and I would be going to sleep right now instead of fooling around with you?" "Yup, pretty much." "Oh my merlin." Draco said rolling his eyes as he stands. "Let's go before we get caught!" You said running back to where you two came from.

Once you get back into the corridors you begin to walk Draco is next to you walking in comfortable silence, "You know, having someone like you around isn't too bad." Draco says glancing at you. "What do you mean someone like me-" You get cut off by Draco pulling you back to the corner covering your mouth. He whispers into your ear, "Filch is around the corner shh." You nod and try to take his hand off your mouth, you finally realize he is pressed up behind you in the corner. Draco peaks around the corner and finally uncovers your mouth. "Okay, what's the plan?" Draco asks. "My plan was to follow your plan!" You say whisper yelling. You both continue to whisper argue with each other until you hear a meow behind you. When you turn around you see Ms. Norris, Filchs cat. "Go, go, go, go, go!" You whisper to Draco as both of you start running down the halls, turning random corners. You both take a few more turns and finally get to the common room. You flopped down on the couch exhausted from all the running you two did. "I can't believe we didn't get caught." You said looking at Draco, who was sitting on the chair on the right to you. "Me neither, I don't even know why I did it. I don't even know why I followed you." He laughed a little. "I guess I'm just special." You said shrugging. "Yeah, pretty special" he scoffed rolling his eyes. You two stayed up and talked until a prefect came and told you two that you should be in bed. "Night loser!" You said as you turned up the stairs to go to your dorm. "Shut up." You two became close friends, who would've known someone you never knew in the first place would become one of your favorite people.

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I saw this pic on Pinterest and immediately thought of Draco lol. This one is probs as corny as the rest of my one shots but tbh I like it a lot!

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Just Breathe- Series

Good evening everyone! here is the second chapter in the Just Breathe Series. This series was inspired/prompted by the ask that was submitted by @deans-spinster-witch to read the first chapter click here for the original post. @deans-spinster-witch was gracious enough to lend her skills in ruffing out a few of the mishaps in chapter one, and I will post that updated version at some point and link it, and did the same for this second chapter. 

Here is the original ask for a refresher.

Ask from @deans-spinster-witch:

Tell me about Dean falling in love with a girl who has long covid - maybe they met when he saved her from a monster and they became friends, she occasionally helps him with research or patches him up if he gets hurt.  He doesn’t hear from her for a while, and when he goes to check on her, he finds out she’s in the hospital with Covid - a monster he can’t save her from.  He realizes he loves her, but may lose her.  After she gets out he keeps coming to check on her because he knows she tires easily/has trouble breathing at times.

This second chapter is going to start with a bit of time jump, but don’t worry we got flashback a plenty to fill in the gaps. Multi POV between the main character, Y/N, and Dean Winchester, mentions of Sam Winchester. This is angst, sweet/fluffy, swearing, implied sexy times. Oh and word count is at 7,250-ish, sorry but not sorry. 

Sadly the Winchesters are not mine, but the story is so please don’t steal and post as your own. But likes, reblog, and comments are always welcome. As always any mistakes like grammar, spelling, function is also all mine, so be kind when pointing it out, I do my best. 

I would like to know if you like this chapter would you want to see a third chapter? or maybe a prequel to answer any questions you might have regarding Y/N and Dean? Let me know. 

Thank you again for reading, and you would like to send me a prompted or story idea, send it my way. 

Happy Reading

Time Jump to 4 months ahead. 

Y/N POV

Shit, Shit, Shit! Where the hell are my keys! You yell out in frustration as you move frantically around your house, looking for the one thing that you need to get to your appointment on time. Tossing the pillows from the couch, goddamn it! You were never like this, ever since COVID, your short term memory has been foggy to put it nicely. Resorting to keeping both a paper list and digital one on your phone, is your new normal. Walking into a room to do something, and instantly forgetting what you came for. Case in point, not remembering where you put your goddamn keys! 

You hate running late, you pride yourself on always being early to things, and this appointment was an important one. Walking into the kitchen, you start to look in the not so obvious places. Opening up the fridge, nope not in there. Pull open the freezer next, yep there they are, right next to the pint of mint chip ice cream that you just had to have yesterday at like 11 pm. Only to then be disappointed that you now can’t stand the taste of your once favorite ice cream, fuck you COVID! 

Ugh, seriously, you are going to be the death of me, you think. Grabbing your keys, you push the freezer door closed, and head off to the hospital for your fourth month CT scan. Locking the door behind you, the crisp air of fall hits you. God how you don’t want winter to come any sooner then it has too. Winters in Michigan can be brutal, especially on the coast line. Pulling your light jacket close to you, you quicken your pace and get into your jeep to start up the car quickly, and pull out of the driveway. Not noticing the very familiar black impala parked about three houses down. 

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You make it with time to spare, as you wait in the waiting room after checking in, you try your best to calm yourself. Fiddling with your phone, you find that scrolling through Instagram is getting you nowhere and your emails have been radio silent for months now. Exhausted, you put your phone away, you look around the room. For mid morning it's not too busy, the daytime talkshow mixes in with the white noise of the hospital. It's so beige, beige carpet, walls, even the uncomfortable furniture is beige. It makes sense, given it's a hospital; money should be spent on actual patient care, not on the latest interior furnishings., But still, at least get some interesting artwork. Looking to the piece across from you: an abstract painting of paint strokes in grays, blues, and you guessed  it, beige.

“Ms. Moore?” The nurse's voice pulls you from your thoughts, and you look up to see her standing at the entryway in blue scrubs, dark brown hair pulled back, with a kind smile. 

“Yep” you reply to her, but you're sure she would have guessed that was you, as your head snapped at attention when your name was called. “Hi”, giving her a smile as you walk towards her.

“Hi,” she replies, “can you tell me your last name and date of birth?” She starts walking down the hallway, looking at your chart, the path was second nature for her. You rattle off your last name and birthday for her, then she stops just off from an open doorway, “right in here.” Letting you walk in first.

She takes a seat at a desk, swiping her badge to start keying in some information. “So, here for your four month CT scan.” she states, but it also feels like a question.

“Umm, yeah, it's my second one.” You reply, still getting used to coming to the doctor more than twice a year. You only ever went if you were feeling really sick. 

“Looks like the first one was clean, but we like to do a few in close succession when someone has had a severe case of covid.” she explains, her eyes are kind, and reassuring, “I am sure this one will be just as good, and then hopefully the doctor will schedule them farther apart.”

She must see the worry on your face. Not sure how to respond, you just nod your head. She takes your vitals, asks if anything else has changed since your last visit, and if there were any other concerns you wanted to discuss today. “No, I don’t think so.” 

Typing a few more things in the computer, and then swapping her badge again to lock the computer. “I am surprised your brother is not here with you today.” 

“What?” You're taken aback by this, brother, does she mean Dean? How would she know about him? Was it in your chart? You don’t remember adding him as your emergency contact.

She can tell you are put off by this. “Sorry, I should have re-introduced myself. I was your nurse when you were in here with covid.”

“Oh, yeah, sorry, I should have…”

“No, it's fine. Honestly, I wouldn’t expect you to remember me.”

Thinking back to that time, she does seem familiar now, “well it's nice to see you again…” struggling to remember her name quickly, but not inconspicuously looking at her badge, “Bridget.” This gets a laugh out of her, and you do the same. “I was happy to see your name on the schedule today, and I thought you were the one with the very cute, and very attentive brother. That's why I am surprised he is not here.”

Ah yes, Dean, not being here. That is a long, long story that you're sure she does not want, nor has the time to hear right now. You give her a forceful smile, “Yeah, Dean, he has something today, so just me.”

Her smart watch goes off, and she looks at the time, “well we should get you down to CT. After your scan, we will come back here and the doctor will be with you to go over the results.” She gets up, and you follow. 

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The wait feels like forever, and in the small exam room with nothing to look at but an exam table -and beige walls - you were lost in your head. Worrying about what if they found something, what if you developed lesions, or anything that could compromise your health. God, how you wish Dean was here, or even Sam. Someone to hold your hand and distract you from the impending doom and dark thoughts that were creeping in. Dean would distract you with lame jokes, or stories about how Sammy was terrified of doctors. He would get you to smile anyway he could, probably go so far and raid the supplies of tongue depressors and cotton balls, saying something like “they don’t need all of them, do they?”

“Ms. Moore, how are we today?” The doctor's voice breaks up your fleeting thoughts of Dean, as if he was right there, but as soon as the man in the white coat opens the door and steps through, Dean disappears. 

“Umm, good, at least I hope so.” You reply, wanting to keep the pleasantries short, let get to the point so you can get out of here. 

He takes a look over the file, and then pulls up the scans on the computer. He seems to be taking forever, did he not look at them beforehand! Come on man just tell me already! “Everything looks good, I am not seeing any growth of lesions or scar tissue from the tube.”

Relife floods your body, letting out a sight, “oh that great news, so I am done with coming in?” you hope so, wanting to never see this place again, at least for a while. 

He turns to face you, his dark brown eyes are kind, but you can tell right away he is not going to give you the answer you want. “Not yet, but we can push them to every six months.”

Okay, twice a year, I guess that is a compromise you can take, “okay, so I will see you in the spring.” Starting to get up to leave, but he stops you.

“In two months, we can start doing six month visits. I want to see you again one more time in two months. If that scan is clean then we push them to six month visits.” He explains. 

You sit back down in defeat, you're going to be back here in two months, really! You know you can’t take your frustration out on him, he is just looking out for your health and doesn’t want to miss anything. “Okay.” Slightly defeated, wanting nothing more than to curl up on the couch, and sleep for the next two months away. 

Giving your hands a reassuring pat, “two months will fly by I promise. Is there anything else you want to discuss today? Still having some memory issues?”

You know that you should be honest with him, that you think you have gotten worse since Dean left, but honestly are you sure? He did so much for you in that short time, maybe, you were like this before, and he just didn’t point it out. Plus you just wanted to go home, what really could he do anyways? “Nothing new on that. I think I just need to get back to my normal routine and I will be fine.” 

Getting up from his chair, “Sounds good. I will send Bridget back in, she will get you set up for your next appointment. We will see you in two months. Have a good day.” shutting the door behind him. You're back alone in that quiet room.

Alone, you're alone, once again. You can feel the panic start to creep in. Alone, and even though the scan was good, he still wants you to come back. Alone, no one to hold your hand, no one to make stupid jokes. You did this to yourself, you know that, he would have stayed, you pushed him…

“Alright, Doctor says two months humm.” Bridget's voice breaks through. It's light and airy. Trying to make the situation as pleasant as possible. As soon as she sits down, she can tell you're not alright, “Hey, what's wrong?” She asks, setting down the chart, and focusing on you.

Feeling a tear run down your cheek, fuck why are you crying.  “Umm…it's nothing….yeah two months…” You take a ragged breath, pushing all your emotions down, down, down, to the deepest part of your soul where they should always live. You can cry when you get home. Suck it up for two more minutes!

“Hey, talk to me, what’s going on.” She is not letting you wash this away, she grabs the tissue box, and holds it out for you to pull a couple out of the box. “Your scan was clean, the doctor is just being cautious that's all.” 

“I know it's just…I really wish he was here….”

“Dean,” she replies, filling in the blanks. You nod at this, and wipe your eyes and face. “I am sure if you talk to him, he will come to the next appointment.”

Oh if she only knew, but you couldn’t lay this all out on a complete stranger. Again she just wants to do her job, and move on to the next patient, you're taking up too much of her time. “I am sure you're right.” Taking a few ragged breaths. 

She gives you a reassuring smile, and turns to the computer to book your appointment, reminding you that you can always change it to accommodate if Dean can’t make it this time. “I could tell he really cares for you. Even in the short time I saw him, he wouldn’t leave your side for anything. Practically had to kick him out every night when visiting hours were over.” Trying to make the situation light, and hopefully get a smile back on your face. 

Giving her a short laugh, “yeah that sounds like Dean.” You can see it, him waiting until the last possible second. A security guard to escort him out.

Both of you get up, and she walks you to the door, and down the hall towards the exit. Seeing you coming back around, she decides to let you in on a little secret. Stopping you before opening up the door to the waiting room she leans in slightly. “Just between you and me, I knew he wasn’t your brother.”

“What….I mean…no he is….” You stammer out, hoping that she wasn’t going to bust you for…something, you're not sure? But still not wanting to get into trouble.

“Don’t worry dear, it's fine.” She quickly replies, trying to calm your fears. 

You let out a sigh of relief, “How did you know?”

“Two things. One he just pulled on my heartstrings so much that I figured what would be the harm in him sticking around, even if he wasn’t related. Plus, if I was ever lucky enough to have a guy look at me the way he did to you, I would want him to be by my side every second.”

Her smile is contagious, and although you're still doubting that what you feel for Dean would ever be reciprocated, now is not the time to hash it out with her. “What was the second?”

“I may have heard him one night on the phone with someone, saying he couldn’t lose you, that he needed to tell you that he was in love with you.'' She says matter of factly, pushing the door open and waiting for you to walk through. 

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Dean POV

He watches as she pulls into the driveway and shuts off the car. He had followed her from a safe distance from the hospital to the store, and then back to her house. She didn’t notice once, even though he had taught her in the past how to spot a tail. Did she get bad news? Maybe it's the COVID that is affecting her hunter instincts? Fuck, if thats the case, what else could she be missing? Is it stupid and desperate of him to be following her, and watching from a distance? Maybe, but also not, if she is not noticing simple things like him following her. What if  Lucifer, or one of his henchmen, came after her? Anxiety just thinking of irrational attacks on you causes his chest to tighten as he pulls back into the parking spot a few houses down.

He should be a man and go up to you, talk to you, and see you face to face. He missed you, your smile, your laugh - fuck, everything about you. He knows he screwed up. As soon as he did what he did, he wished he could have taken it back, but the damage was done. He kept saying it was for the best, that you would forgive him, and move on. But you can’t forgive him unless he stops being a little stalker and owns up to what he did.

Flashback to the night of the big blowup. Dean POV

Standing there, staring down the closed door, you wish right now you had superpowers to see through the door and see if she’s alright. Hell, you don’t need to be a superhero to know she’s not. You're just wondering what brought this on. “Y/N, come on, talk to me” you plead, softly knocking on the door. “I am sorry…I don’t mean to…” your rambling stops when you hear soft sobs from the otherside of the door. 

“Just go away Dean!” She yells between sobs. “I can’t breathe with you here… I can’t…”

You grab the door knob, fear and pressure weighing down on you to get to her, to hold her.  Most importantly, to make her understand that your overbearing protectiveness is coming from a place of needing to be in control, that you care for her, and need to protect her “Y/N, please just open the door, let's talk? I promise I will ease up, I can do better.”

You can hear her give a small laugh at that, you're about to question her on this when your phone goes off. Screw it, let it go to voicemail, she is more important than anything else. “I am not giving up on you, on us. You have to come out eventually.” 

Your phone stops ringing for a second and then starts back up again. What the Hell? “You should answer that, Dean.” She states without hesitation, but  with an undertone of sadness. 

Letting out a sigh, you turn around. “Fine if you want to talk via phone, fine.” Walking away from her door into the living room, you pick up your phone from the coffee table. To your surprise it's not her name across the screen, but Sam’s. “What?” you bark out in frustration, not really wanting to talk with him right now. 

“Dean, back off.” Sam says matter of factly. No pleasantries, just straight to the point. 

“She called you? Why?” Confused as to why she is including Sam on this.

“She just needs some space, Dean, I think it's time you come back. Jody called and…” Sam calmly says, trying his best to diffuse the situation from the other side of the country. 

“No, Sam, I am not leaving her! I can’t lose her again, I won’t… I love her, man…”

Your back is to the hallway, so you don’t notice Y/N standing there, listening, hearing  what you should be confessing to her and not your brother. You don’t see her wondering why can’t you just say what you feel? Why can’t you just let down your guard with her and tell her?

*****

The slamming of a trunk pulls Dean back to the present, and he looks up to see you carrying an arm load of groceries. Of course you would do it in one trip. He shakes his head, remembering that you never like to take more than one trip from the car to the house. Your logic always being, as you told him, I am a single girl, I can do it in one go. He watched as you held the screen door open with your butt, as you switched all the bags to one arm so you could open the door with the other. Looking away once you're inside, Dean notices it’s about 20 minutes since you pulled in the driveway. Had you been sitting there this whole time? You have only gone to the hospital and store, but still your energy must not be back to what it used to be. 

Maybe he should check, make sure you're doing okay. Look in the window really quick. Getting out of the car and walking the short distance, he looks over to your car to see that you still had some toilet paper and paper towels in the back seat. Knowing that you would be back, he decides to help you out. Opening up the door as quietly as possible he grabs the items, and takes them up to the door. Putting them in between the screen door and main door, he turns around to leave.

His eyes look in the kitchen window, to see you putting away your items. Your back is to him, so you don’t notice. You seem lost in your own world, on auto pilot putting things away. Dean takes a moment to appreciate that he can see you up close. His eyes scan the room, noticing the post-it notes all over. He never remembers you having so many of them before. He can’t read what they say, but they are everywhere; on the cabinets, counter tops, table, Was your memory getting worse? 

Panic, and anger - at himself more than anything -  sets in.

*******

Y/N POV

“I love her Sam, I am in love with her…I can’t…no I won’t lose her, I need to tell her how I feel…”

“You don’t love me, Winchester” your voice stops Dean from rambling on the lies that you know, in the end, he doesn’t mean.

Dean turns to see you standing there, your eyes red from crying. But you're not crying now; no, now you  look  pissed, like you want to kick some ass - and Dean’s is the closest one. “Got to go Sam.” Dean quickly says, ending the call. “What do you mean I don’t love you. Of course I do, I….”

You hold up a hand, and stop Dean from saying anything more. “No, you don’t. People like me, we don’t have sexy knights to save us. To fall in love with us, to whisk us away, and want to play house with.” Determine to get this all out, to get your point across and make him accept reality. 

“We are your best friend, the girl you call on Friday nights when your date falls through, or you strike out with the bartender. We are your ‘wing woman’, we pick you up, dust you off, and send you back out into the world. We build your confidence up, while we sit on the sidelines alone.”

“Y/N that's not true…” Dean starts to protest.

“Let me finish, I have to get this out.” taking a breath, you can see he’s hurt, that he wants to argue, to explain his side. “Yes, you care for me, but you don’t love me, and you're not In love with me. You're in love with this idea of a life outside of hunting, you love the idea of playing house.” Closing the gap between you, even though you know better than to get  this close to him. You're playing with fire, but you're desperate to feel him. 

“You're right, I am in love with the idea of an apple pie life. But I want that life with you, no one else.” Dean interjects before you can shut him down, shut down what is going on between you two before it can even start. 

Taking a chance, he grabs your hand and brings it up to his chest and places it over his heart. “Can’t you feel my heart? It’s racing for you. It always has, it always will.”

 Feeling the softness of the white t-shirt between your fingers, you take a breath and inhale the smell of him. “Sooner or later we both know this won’t be enough, that I won’t be enough.” You talk to his chest, not wanting or able to look him in the eye, your voice low and shaky. “You're going to leave me, sideline me, and only blow through town when you need something.”

“That's not true! You have always wanted your own life. I always wanted to protect you as much as I could. The things that Sam and I deal with, the people and monsters we hunt, if anything ever happens…you are a vulnerability that they will exploit. I know it.” 

“Maybe. Even more reason why you have to go…and never come back…” Glancing up to see the gut punch you just delivered written on his face. You try to take a step back.

Dean won’t let you go, bringing a hand around your waist, holding you. “What?! No! I won’t cut you out of my life. I now know I was stupid for ever doing that. For letting you live alone, or at the very least, not in the same state as the bunker.” He practically commands, with no hesitation. How could you think he would ever agree to this?   

“Y/N, I need you in my life. You can’t deny that there is something between us.” His words are sweet, his voice is low as he leans into you. His breath fans over your face, as his hands caress your cheek. “Please, I need you.” 

His lips are so close to yours, that if you lean ever so slightly, you would finally know how soft his lips are. Would they fulfill your fantasies? God, maybe you should live in this fantasy for as long as you can, screw being logical. Let it be a future Y/N problem, present Y/N wants to know what it's like to be wanted by Dean Winchester. “I…Dean…”

*******

 Y/N and Dean POV 

“Dean, what are you doing here?” Your voice pulls him from the memory of that night, and he looks to see you standing at the door, one hand holding open the screen door. 

Oh fuck, well, this wasn’t the plan at all. Giving her a smile, “Hey Y/N, I was in the neighborhood…thought I would…”

“So you're stalking me now?”

“Hehe, no, I said I was in the neighborhood, wanted to see how you are…you look good.” He says, letting his eyes look at you. You did look good, but tired, your eyes didn’t shine like they normally did before; the spark, the hint of twinkle is gone.

“Liar, I look like shit, but thanks.” You quip, knowing that you don’t look good at all. Wearing a ratty hoodie and jeans, you opted for comfort over trying to impress anyone. “Well, thanks for stopping by.” You say, giving him a fake smile and turning to walk back in the house. 

“Umm…Y/N, I could, I mean Sam could use your help with something, he knew I was going to be passing through and wanted me to stop by and ask for some help.” Quickly thinking on his feet, he creates an excuse. He didn’t want to leave yet, this is the most he has talked to you since that night. He would be damned if he was going to let you leave so soon. 

You turn back to look at Dean, trying to gauge if he was telling the truth or not. Sam had your number, and you were still speaking to the younger Winchester - he didn’t break your heart and live up to everything you knew would happen. “Why didn’t he call me?” You question, wanting to make Dean work for it. He wasn’t getting in that easy!

He takes a few steps towards you, “well, like I said, he knew I was in the area.” One step lower from you, his green eyes lock with yours, silently pleading with you to let him in. “He wanted me to pick up a lore book on Pixies, and said you had a copy that we don't have in the library.”

“Fine, come in. I will go grab it.” You reply, turning away from him, letting him catch the door before it slams in his face. 

Dean shucks off his jacket and boots, and looks around while you go back to find the book. He can now see the post-its in detail, reminding you where your keys, jacket, bag should be put. Making his way to the kitchen, cabinets are labeled with what should be in them: dry food, dishes, silverware. Daily schedule on the fridge. “Having fun snooping?” Your sarcastic tone has him turning on his heels to see you standing in the doorway with a book in hand. 

“Umm…sorry…” he says sheepishly, hating  that he got caught. He can see you're not amused, and he is really going to have to lay on the charm to win you back. 

“Yeah, well at least I am keeping the post-it company in business. Here is the book.” You say handing it to him.

Dean takes it, and looks at it, giving it a nod, “Thanks, yep this is it.” 

“Okay, well, you better get going, since Sam is in ‘desperate’ need of it and all.” Your voice is flat, not in the mood to deal with him. “You know where the door is.” You add, just turning that knife even deeper. 

“Look, Y/N can we talk?” Dean can tell you're not your usual self, and he really wants to get you back.

“Oh now you want to talk? You sure as hell didn’t want to talk for four months. Didn’t want to talk when you woke up the next morning regretting that kiss, regretting what we said to each other, the promises you made.” You snap at him, the frustration building in you. Why does it always have to be on his time? God you were just getting over him, right?

“I know. I was a jerk, it was a dick move, and I am sorry.”

“You're sorry, really?That's all you have to say?” Turning away from him, just looking at him and his sad puppy dog face, you want to smack him. Fuck, you want to hit yourself for being an idiot that night. 

******

“Dean…please…I…” You have to keep strong, tell him to go, you know this won’t end well.

“Please Y/N, You're the only good thing I have in this world, I can’t lose you.” Not waiting for a reply, his lips find yours. 

They're soft, perfect, molded to fit yours, and gentle, Dean doesn’t force his way. Pulling away, when your lungs start to burn,you lock eyes with him. Lust blown, his lips slightly pink. No words are exchanged, you silently say everything you need to him at that moment, and he seems to understand. Bringing his hands to cup your face, he goes back in to kiss you more, letting his tongue swipe across your lips. You allow his tongue to dance with yours. 

Fumbling your way to the couch, Dean falls back first, and you do your best not to land on top of him completely, giggling at the state you're both in. Dean looks up at you, tucking a few strands of hair behind your ear, and looking up at you lovingly, “God, I love that laugh of yours.” He says, pulling you down on him. Letting you feel what you're doing to him. 

“Dean, I have to be crushing you.” You protest, trying your best but failing at getting out of the vice grip Dean has on your hips. 

“Nope, You're staying right here.” He says, as he starts to pepper kisses down your neck. 

******

“Dean, I begged you to leave! I knew you never wanted me! And yet like an idiot, I fell for your charm and under your spell.” You grit out, turning on your heels and walking away from him. Fuck, you can’t keep doing this! 

“I did ... .I do ...Y/N look at me” Dean pleads, setting the book down he follows you to the living room, grabbing your hand. “Please, let me explain.”

Turning around, you pull your hand back. His touch, like fire, like touching a hot pan. “You know, I thought for a split second you were telling me the truth. That you wanted me like I have always wanted you.” Pain radiates through you, your voice seems to be stuck behind a lump forming in your throat. God, you want to smack him, but at the same time, kiss him.

Dean’s speechless, trying to work out how best to tell you what he was thinking in that split second when he woke up in your arms that day. For one second he felt total bliss, that everything was falling into place; then reality of his life came back into focus.

“I know, it wasn’t my finest hour.”

You laugh at this, you think!? “What is there to explain? We kissed, had a pretty good makeout, groped each other over and under our clothes, but then we both agreed to take it slow. Right?” You ask for confirmation, even though you remember it all too well.

“Yes, but, Y/N, if you just let me…” Dean stumbles to explain.

“But then, I wake up the next morning alone on the couch with a note that says, ‘Hey, Y/N, Sorry, Sammy needs me, will check in soon.’”

The space between you two is nonexistent. You're trying to find anything in those green eyes of his that will refute anything you just said. Anything to explain that you're overreacting, but there is nothing. He has no rebuttal, because it's all true. He walked out on you, like his father did to him and Sam all the time. The worst part was, Dean had Sam to lean on; you were left with no one.

“Like I said, not my finest hour…” he mumbles out.

“Not your goddamn finest hour?ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME!” you yell, slamming your fists into his chest and pushing him away.  It does nothing to move him, and takes all your energy out of you. You stumble a bit, then lean back and sit on the arm of the couch.

“Hey, Y/N, please, calm down.'' His voice is heavy with concern, and he tries to help you up so you can sit on the couch.

“Don’t…touch…me…” You cough out. Needing water, you look to find your water bottle is nowhere. “Fuck….I…” You keep coughing, and try to get up.

“Water?” Dean questions. You nod, and try to get back up. “No, sit, I will go get it.” He tells you and quickly goes to the kitchen, and is back with a glass of water in seconds.

You down about half, the cool water helps calm you and your coughing fits. “Thanks” you mumble, not wanting to give him the satisfaction that he ‘saved you again.’ You don’t look at him as you sit down the glass and avoid him at all costs.

Dean takes this as his opportunity to tell you his side. Sitting on the coffee table so he has direct eye contact with you, he reaches for your hand. “Please, Y/N, I am truly sorry. I know I was a jerk for leaving you like that, and for never calling or coming back.”

You stare him down, not  giving him an out on this one. “Go on. You will hear no objection from me on this one.” You reply.

Dean lets out a small sigh that clearly said fuck, alright here we go. “I was fucking scared, okay? I woke up, saw you in my arms, and for a split second I felt like I was home. My first thought was, this is perfection. No monster, no running the roads, crappy dinner food, and sketchy motels.” 

He leans towards you, putting a hand on your knee, and lightly runs his hands up and gives you a knowing smile. “The perfect, sexy, beautiful, girl in my arms, that I can’t wait to wake up and…”

You stop his hand from getting too close to what both you and him want to touch. “Not so fast  Winchester.” Knowing if he keeps going, you are definitely going to end up in a very compromising position. “No, I bet your first thought was, oh fuck what the hell did I do, and how the hell do I get out of it.”

“No, will you let me talk?. God, I see COVID can take your memory, but not your self-hatred or inability to butt in.” 

You hold your hands up in a fake defense, “Please go on.” You quip back, leaning back into the couch. 

Dean shakes his head, at least you’re sassing back, that is a good sign. “I got up, was going to start coffee for us, and while I was in the kitchen, Sam did call…

*******

“Hey Sammy,”

“How’s everything Dean, you kinda left me hanging? Did you and Y/N talk?” Sam asks, feeling like a schoolgirl catching up on the latest gossip between you too.

Dean takes a quick peek into the living room to make sure you're still asleep. “Yeah, everything is good. We talked and I think we are going to take things slow.” Dean explains, as he starts to make the coffee, he recounts most of the conversation between you two. Not all the details though, he wants to keep the really good stuff just for him. 

Sam lets out a sigh, “That's good, I am happy for you both. But now I hate to ask.”

“What is it?”

“Look, I know you still want to take some time, until Y/N is fully healed, but Jody could really use your help. There is something in South Dakota that is running amuck, and she’s worried that Claire is going to try and tackle it herself.”

Oh Claire, how she reminds Dean of himself sometimes, headstrong and just ready to fight anything that wasn’t human. She is a good hunter, but she is young. “Umm…yeah…I am sure I can make something work….”

“Thanks Dean, I am sure it will only be a day or two, and then you can get back to Y/N. I will call Jody and tell her to expect you.” Sam says.

Saying their goodbyes, Dean hangs up the phone, and has to hold back from throwing it across the room in anger. Fuck! Not two seconds, and he’s already been pulled back into the madness. How is he going to explain this to her? She won’t believe him, she will be heartbroken again, think it's her fault, and say that she told him. 

Seeing no other solution - or maybe it was that he didn’t want to wake you and see that pain in your eyes - he takes the cowardly way out. 

*****

“So you went to help Jody, a friend of mine. And didn’t think I would understand?” You question him, after he explains the conversation between him and Sam. 

“Yes…I guess I figure you would just see it as an excuse I came up with to leave you. Which it wasn’t, by the way.”

“But you said you would call, check in. But you didn’t! You couldn’t have been helping Jody this whole time? And even if you were, could you still have called!”

“I wanted to, but as I was driving away, I kept thinking about what you said, that you felt like an afterthought, that I blow through town whenever I need you. Take what I need and leave you with nothing.”

“So you figure, prove me right by ghosting me? Well, thanks Winchester, real fun.” You spit sarcastically, giving his knee a not-so-playful slap and getting up from the couch. “The door is still where you left it, you can see yourself out.” Fucking asshole. I need to get those locks changed tomorrow. You think, making your way to the kitchen to get some more water, to do anything but sit there and keep listening to him.

“Y/N, please. I am sorry, you're not an afterthought. The more that I kept driving, and the longer I pushed off calling you, it made it harder to call you. Because I knew as soon as I did I would lose you.”

“Funny, because the second you left, you lost me Dean. God, I woke up that morning and was devastated. Do you know how much I hate feeling like that?” Not needing him to answer, you lean up against the counter crossing your arms around yourself. Feeling the tears start to fall, you might as well go all the way. 

“You know, I never wanted to be that girl, who cried over a guy, who refused to do anything but sleep on that goddamn couch for two months because it was the last place I felt safe, and whole, and seen. I could still smell you on the pillows and blanket.” 

Taking a breath, you run your hands over your face. Taking another ragged breath, you work up the courage to tell him what you know he should know, but that you're scared to say out loud. “But the thing I hate the most, the one thing that makes me want to scream…is that I still love you.” You laugh at this. Its fucking absurd. Trying your best  to stifle your laughter, but it keeps bubbling out of you in frustration and disbelief 

Dean’s not sure how to react. On the one hand, you say that you still love him, but on the other hand your laughing like the fucking Joker. “Being in love with me is…funny?” he tentatively asks. Taking a few steps towards you, but not closing the distance. 

Wiping the tears from your face, you admit quietly, “yes, because I know, no matter what, I will always let you back in. I guess I am just a masochist that way. I would rather have you in my life, and be heartbroken, than to not have you and still be heartbroken.”

Shaking your head, in disbelief that you actually said those words out loud, and to Dean no less. You look up to see him watching you, waiting. “God I am pathetic…you really should not have saved me that night…” you mumble the last part to yourself. Pushing yourself off the counter, you turn away from him, to straighten up the non-existent mess on the counter. Shit, should not have said that. 

“GOD DAMN IT Y/N!” Dean’s yell booms, causing you to turn around to see Dean seething with rage.    Taking the last few steps towards you, he pulls you into a vice grip of a hold. “Don’t you ever say that again, do you hear me? Do you?” He commands, shaking with hurt and pain. 

He’s not angry at you, he's angry that you don’t understand how much you mean to him. That you hold your life as something subpar. Pulling away slightly, he lets go so he can hold your face in his hands. “Please don’t ever think or say that I shouldn’t have saved you that night.” His green eyes, glassy with tears about to be shed, bore into yours. “You are the only good thing in my life, and I know I have a lot of work to do to gain your trust back, and that my life is messy and chaotic, but please…please….don’t ever think I would regret saving you that night.”

You nod your head in response. “Okay” you whisper, “I promise.” You were taken aback by his outburst; Dean has never raised his voice to you, or looked this broken. Then again, you’ve never been this broken, or joked about that night before either. It was a topic that neither of you ever really discussed, more of an unspoken bond between you two.

Relief seems to wash over him. His hands fall from your face, his arms wrapping them around your waist, not wanting to leave the closeness of you. “I know I have a lot of work to do, and this may be pushing my luck. But can I kiss you?” Giving you a half smile, hoping that will seal the deal.

“Fuck, there’s that Winchester charm,” you joke, smirking as well. Screw it, it's been four months without those lips. You lean in and kiss him. Letting your lips dance with his for a bit, you pull back, “just as good and I remember.” you say cheekily.

“So, should we go make some new memories on that couch of yours?” Dean gives you a wink, walking backwards towards the living room, his arms still around yours.

You have no choice but to follow him, nodding. You know that you have a lot of work to do getting over your own insecurities and self doubt that Dean will get tired of you, or that he will regret being with you. You need to have faith in him, and in yourself, that you are worthy of a happy life with him; whatever that looks like.

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Do not Avoid Bright's Love (SCP Foundation) Yandere Dr. Jack Bright X GN Reader

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[Hello, My Sexy Muffins! I am back with a new chapter, AT LAST! This is a request from Tumblr, and it is time I do it! So let's do this! I hope that you all enjoy this chapter here!]

(Disclaimer: We do not support Admin Bright, the original creator of Jack bright. That being said, I will not be doing the character they made to replace Jack Bright. As the character, Jack Bright is not just Admin Bright's Self Insert anymore, but his own character. More people have put time and effort into creating The Jack Bright Character. So in my stories and videos and such, Jack Bright will remain the same. But yes, Admin Bright is shit.)

(Disclaimer 2: Jack Bright is not yandere in canon, and this is just for fun and not to be taken seriously. Simping for fictional characters is fine, but do nothing illegal or gross. Also, remember to separate fiction from reality! Yanderes are not ideal partners to have in real life. Though they are hot!)

(No One's POV)

(Name) had a few things of theirs go missing in the last couple of months. At first, it was things that they did not even notice or miss. Recently though, bigger and more noticeable things have gone missing. They did not know where these things were going. That was until they saw something sticking out of Dr. Bright's Pocket. It was one of their custom underwear! Or at least they thought that was what it was. They had to be sure. So they waited until Dr. Bright was in a meeting. Heading to Dr. Bright's private room. They used the spare card they had stole from Bright's desk. They knew that they could get into some serious trouble here.

Dr. Jack Bright is the site director, and (Name) was just an everyday researcher. Not to mention, the Bright name had WAY more power than their name. Once in the room, they began to look around, putting on a pair of gloves. Nothing seemed to be out of the ordinary, though it seems Jack is a bit of a messy man. Clothes on the floor, papers on the table. Nothing was in the main room. So They head deeper into the area and open up his bedroom. Even more clothes on the floor. This was a waste of time. Nothing is here... Wait...

They picked up a brightly colored pair of underwear and saw it was the custom brand. The one that went missing. It had been brand new, but now it had cum on it. Dry and flaky cum. (Name) gags at it and lets it drop to the floor. Did Jack Bright steal their underwear to jerk off? They had to figure out more. They look through more, finding everything they knew that went missing and more! They're starting to freak out by this, and then they find his journal. They began to read it.

'I passed them into the hall today, my sweet (Name). They smelled so sweet I will have to take the (Perfume) they use. I put it on my pillow, so when I hold it, it smells like them. Their underwear is good, but the new ones did not smell like them. I will have to take it from their laundry next time. Smell their scent while I jerk off into their underwear. God, just the idea is making me excited again.'

(Name) continue to read, uncomfortable.

'I am getting closer to making them mine, and it won't be long now. Then I can make them mine if they do not accept my love? Well, I am sure I can them do what I want. After all, their job and life will be on the line. Just have to tell them how I feel and show them we are meant to be. Then they will love me.'

They close the book and put it back, and they have to get out. They have to. They also have to stay clear of Jack Bright no matter what!

-Time Skip, Brought to You By Jack stealing your underwear and using it to ...please... himself-

(Jack Bright's POV)

It has been a month, and my (Name) has been avoiding me. I did not know what had happened. So I have to look into it. To see why they are avoiding me so suddenly. I decided to start with the cameras. To see what happened in the last month. Something must have changed. It took a while to find anything, but then I found it. They had sneaked into my quarters. They... They must have seen my collection. It all made sense now. They must know I want them... But they did not return my feelings. Instead are hiding from me... Staying away from me and our love.

This will not do. I will have to do drastic measures until they learn to love me. I wait until it is night, having blacked out the cameras. So no one would know what I did. I break into his dorm. I pull the syringe from my pocket. My grin winded on my face. They look so cute sleeping. Like a beautiful sleeping beauty~

I staddled their waist and stroked my hand against their face. They slowly start to wake up, and their eyes widen... Then they are about to scream, but I cover their mouth.

"Shhhhhhhh~" I pure. "Please, Darling, be a good little one~ I do not want to hurt you~ Not like this anyways. I want to hurt you in a more consensual way."

Their eyes widen in horror.

"You did not accept my love," I say. "Do not worry though... I will make you love me~ You see this?"

Their eyes go to the syringe of glowing liquid.

"You see, it will make you immortal, so you and I can live together forever and ever," I tell them. "Now be a good little one, and don't scream~!" '

I jammed it into their neck, pushing the plunger down. Then kissing them as they scream. Oh, they taste even better than I can imagine ~ I kiss them deeply as the serum rushes into their veins. I have them now, and they are all mine~ (Name's) all mine. Forever.

[YASSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS my first reader request in forever, I hope you all enjoyed it and stay sexy all of my sexy muffins!]

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Body Snatched - Kaminari Denki

Masterlist ~ MHA Masterlist ~ #2

Body Snatched masterlist Note-- another multiple requested boy!

2436 Words

Warnings: unwanted touches and actions, attempted assault, language, vague mentions of wounds

Quick Note: reader has a flora/vegetation quirk

+ You and Kaminari do not get along most of the time. You didn't care for his overly flirty persona. He never let your distaste stop him from trying to get your favor but he did know when to settle down. Mineta didn't, however and he went way, way too far. 

Kaminari and Mineta are known for being perverted. Mineta, more so but Kami had his moments. So it wasn't surprising that the two were on the receiving end of someone lashing out on them with their quirk. And Mineta had one thing on his mind. Mineta and Kami had had a conversation about you that morning, and he wanted to 'try his luck' since he knew of the hidden mutual crush between You and Kami.

Y/N's POV

"Guys, could you turn it down? I've got the beginning of a migraine." I asked, looking up from my homework. Kiri and Sero were playing some game and it was getting loud. Sero looked back at me with a sorry smile.

"Yeah. There are some meds in the top drawer of my night stand if you want some." He said as Kiri turned down the volume.

"Thanks." I turned to get it, but Bakugou was already holding the bottle out to me. He was still looking at his homework.

"Whatever." He glanced up when I took the bottle and got out some meds. He put it away for me before looking at the others. "Should you even be playing? Do you even have your school shit done?"

"Yes, Bakugou." Kiri turned his head towards Bakugou but still kept his eyes on the screen. "Not all of us word ahead like you, Mr. Top of the Class."

"Whatever. At least I'm not struggling to pass." He looked back to the papers in front of him.

"Hey!" A chorus of yells came from the boys. I flinched at the volume. There were a couple of hushed sorries.

"But doesn't that reflect on the tutor of said struggling to pass boys?" I said. The two burst out laughing, covering their mouths to be quiet, while Bakugou glared at me. He kicked me slightly. I smacked his ankle and threw petals in his face in response.

"The parties here!" Kaminai yelled as he showed up. I flinched before rolling my eyes and turned back to my homework. He continued to be loud even when the others were trying to shush him.

"Hey, Spark Plug! Quiet your damn mouth! That one has a migraine, and you're making it worse." Bakugou snapped softly. Kami flinched away quickly.

"No, no. It's alright. I'm just going to go back to my room. You guys have fun." I gathered my stuff and walked out. I was halfway to my room when someone called my name.

"L/N!" Kaminari's voice echoed behind me. I paused only because he called me by my name, not his private nickname for me. "L/N I'm sorry for being loud back there."

"And you're not sorry for being loud now?" I asked. He flinched a little but forced a smile.

"I am sorry." He said. I just looked at him. He stuck his hands in his pockets and rocked on his heels. I was waiting for the flirting.

"What are you wanting?" I asked before turning to walk again.

"Well, I just wanted to spend time with my friend. Something wrong with that, L/N?"

"Noo..." I looked at him again. He was already watching me. His gaze was different than normal. Usually his gaze was flirty with major admiration in them, but this gaze was just ...dirty. It made my skin crawl. "Are you okay, Kami?"

"Yeah, I'm fine, L/N. Why wouldn't I be?" That's three times now he's called me L/N. He's religious with the nickname. Something's not right.

"Okay. Nice. Well I'm going to go study. See ya later." I smiled and walked faster. I could hear him walking behind me still. As I reached my door, I heard something that made me freeze.

"Nice piece of cake." He muttered. I looked over my shoulder to see him staring at my ass, biting his lip hard. There was only one person who has ever said that exact line to me.

"Mineta?" My voice is very breathy. He went rigid and looked up at me like a deer in headlights. "Shit..."

"L/N? Why did y-you call me Mineta? I, I, I..."

"I don't know what happened here, but I need you to get lost." I opened my door and pulled out my phone to text Bakuyou quickly. I was just about to hit send as I was closing the door when he finally reacted.

"Wait no!" He yelled. I felt him grab the doorknob and then it went black.

When I woke up, the first thing I noticed was the numb, tingly feeling of my hand. I felt the hard floor under my back and groaned quickly. The sound of rapid pacing caught my attention and I forced my eyes open. Kaminari... Mineta was pacing in front of my door.

"Shit." I muttered quietly. I moved my head slowly and saw my phone. I was able to grab it without Mineta noticing. I opened it to see my text to Bakugou still at the ready. I hit send before closing the phone. "Get the fuck out!"

"Shit! You scared me!" He yelped. I sat up and glared at him. "I didn't mean to shock you Babe. I was just on edge."

"One. Don't call me babe." I pushed off the floor to my feet. "And two. I said Get the fuck out, Mineta!"

"Mineta? I'm not..."

"Please! Only one person says 'Nice piece of cake.' to me. Kaminari even has more decency than that." I snapped. He took on a panicked look. He looked around as if trying to find something to help him.

"I'm n-not leaving." He tried to say firmly. He looked at his hands before charging at me. I tried to back up but I hit the wall. He grabbed my wrists and slammed them on the wall by my head.

"Hey! Let go of... Ah!" Electricity traveled down my arms. I screamed until it stopped after a few seconds. He crowded in on me. I tried to kick him but he was able to place himself between my legs, rendering the kicks useless.

"Damn..." He was panting above me. There was a crazed look in his eyes that would have made me hot if this was Kaminari. I always gave the boy gruff for his flirting but it was just because he flirted with everyone, not just me.

"You're sick." I tried to pull away from his hold. He tightened his grip. Another string of volts went down my arms. With the distraction, he slammed his lips against mine and shoved his tongue down my throat. It finally clicked in my head, remembering I had a quirk.

"Ah!" He screamed as he finally let go of me. His hands were bleeding from the thorn vine I grew around my wrist. 

I quickly opened my balcony door and grabbed the railing. I reached out and made a limb from a nearby tree extend out. I launched over the railing to the limb and climbed away from the building. It was hard to hold on because my hands were numb.

"Crap." I tried to hold on as I directed the branch towards the ground but slipped off.  The breath was knocked out of me as I hit.

"L/N!" I looked up at my room to see him jumping over the railing, too. I got up and took off. Running around the building to the front, I saw Aizawa and All Might walking up to the dorm doors. 

"Sensei's!" I yelled as I ran from Mineta. I stumbled, and All Might caught me before I hit the ground. He helped me stand upright when we heard an explosion just beyond the building. Not even half a minute later, Sero and Bakugou came walking out with Mineta in tow.

"What's going on? Why do you have young Kaminari tied up?" All Might asked.

"Because this isn't Spark Plug. It's Mineta!" Bakugou snapped.

"What?" Aizawa looked annoyed and cdumb founded at the same time. Bakugou went into telling him about my text and involuntarily began to zone out. I could feel my body start to sag in exhaustion and a sharp tingling started to take over the numbness in my hands.

"Young L/N?" I heard All Might speak but I could barely register it. I was like he was talking through water or something. I looked up at him. He was looking at me worried. "Are you alright?"

"I, Um..." Before I could form a coherent response or even thought, I collapsed. Multiple sets of hands caught me and lowered me to the ground. I could hear them talking about me but nothing made sense, as if they were speaking a whole other language.

"These are electrical burns. We need to get them to..." I heard just a little before the sky turned completely fuzzy.

* Time Skip *

"You there, Young L/N?" I heard someone call out to me. I could feel myseif waking up, feeling on my limbs coming back slowly.

"Come on, flower Power. Wake up!"

"Bakugou! Dude, for once be a little gentle!"

"I, whatever, it would just be better if they woke up." The voices were all familiar and the banter was amusing.

"We are all worried, Bakugou. We understand your impatience. It's okay." 

"No one can get any sleep when you guys are around." I muttered as I forced my eyes open. All Might, Bakugoo, Kiri, Mina, and Sero were all standing around my bed, watching me intently. I looked around to see I was in a hospital. "Damn."

"I'll let the nurse know you're awake." All Might walked out. I turned to look at Bakugou and Sero. 

"Thanks guys."

"Of course. We had noticed that he was acting weird but didn't think much of it until your text. But we didn't do much but catch him. You already had it handled by the time we got there." Sero placed his hand on mine. I only noticed then the bandages that covered most of my arms.

"Still thank you. Shit." I lifted my arms to look them over.

"You had some nasty electrical burns. Since Mineta obviously didn't know what he was doing with Kami's quirk, he got you pretty good." Mina said.

"Oh, he knew what he was doing... he just didn't know how to control it." Kiri nearly growled. The others nodded in agreement. Someone clearing their throat caught our attention. Peeking out from behind the door was the blonde's body. I gripped onto Sero's hand in fear. Aizawa stepped in too.

"It's Kaminari. And before you ask, yes I am sure." He stepped back out as  Kami stepped in. He had his hands behind his back with a sad, guilty look on his face.

"How about we give you two a moment? We'll be right outside." Mina gave me a questioning look. I nodded and Sero gave me one last squeeze before leaving.

"Hey, hippie?" I looked at Bakugou. He looked between me and Kami. "Just tell him. The runaround is getting annoying." I blanched at his words.

"I'm not even going to ask right now." Kami said as Bakugou left. He came and stood next to me. I saw him staring at my arms. I could tell he was close to tears. "I'm sorry."

"It's Okay, Kaminari. It wasn't you. I know you would never do this." I tried to reassure him. He gave a watery smile and sat down.

"To be fair, you did get him back." He finally revealed his arms to me. He had a similar set of bandages on his arms.

"Oh, shit! I'm sorry Kami! I was just trying to... I couldn't think of..."

"No, no, no. It's okay, I understand." He grabbed my hands.

"I didn't think about you having to deal with the aftermath. I'm sorry."

"It's okay, Lily pad." I felt istant relief when he called me by that name. He brought my hands up to his mouth. He gave them a swift kiss. When he gripped my hands a little tighter, I noticed him wince.

"Do they hurt?"

"Yeah." He looked at me sheepishly. "The thorns were poisoned."

"What?!" I yelped, looking at him scared.

"Mildly!! Very mildly!" He said quickly.

"God. I could have killed the guy I like even though it wasn't him in his body. Good going, Y/N." I mumbled to myself.

"Woah. Woah, wait. Backup. You like me?" He stared at me. I looked at him confused until I realized I said all that outloud. I sighed before nodding my head. "But you always gripe when I flirt with you? And turn me down when I ask you out?"

"Because you flirt with everyone Kami...I don't like it because I'm not the only one you flirt with. And in my defense, you do "ask" a lot of people out."

"Oh..." He bit his lip With a blush growing exponentially across his cheeks. He was thinking about something. "How about this? I quit flirting with everyone and only flirt with you. Also maybe convince you to let me take you out on a date? Maybe?"

"Well..." He looked so hopeful. I couldn't turn him down even if I wanted to, which I don't. "Only if you mean it."

"Of course I do!" He smiled brightly. "I mean, I'll be honest, I've always been a flirt. I got it from my dad. But since I've met you, I've wanted to take you out truly. No games."

"Then I look forward to it. Just as soon as we both get better." He nodded in agreement. The doctor came in after that and checked me over. I was glad to hear I had no nerve damage from the quirk misuse. "Oh by the way, where were you when this all was happening?"

"Oh, um..." He blushed again. "I somehow got myself stuck with Mineta's quirk even though I thought that was impossible. Aizawa found me after it was all over."

"Oh dang." I giggled. He rolled his eyes but laughed too. He kissed my hand again. I yawned slightly.

"Hey Kami?"

"Hmm?" He

"Stay with me while I sleep?" He gave me a gentle smile, brushing hair back from my forehead. He gave me a soft kiss there.

"Of course. I won't leave your side."

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Outside POV Fic's

The following are some buddie fanfictions that involve an outside point of view.

L.A. First Responders (911 Mockumentary) by RedpathArcade

9-1-1 (TV)  

"I was Captain once," Chimney grinned into the camera lens, "Wasn't much liked." "I wanted to rip those stupid glasses off of you and shove them were the sun-" The camera quickly moved off of Buck before he could finish his sentence. "Weren't you the Captain when that kid Freddy blew up that fire truck?" Craig asked. And oh boy, that was the wrong thing to ask. In a flash the entire fire department was holding back a furious Eddie. "¡Déjame ir! ¡Voy a matarlo!"

Language: English Words: 33,576 Chapters: 10/10

vienna waits for you by cleardishwashers

9-1-1 (TV)  

Bobby grins. “I’m proud of you, kid.” “What, for writing on some papers?” Buck snorts. “Bobby, a monkey could do that.” “No,” Bobby says, shaking his head fondly. “For getting your shit together.” He pauses, unsure just how much of his (nearly bottomless) pride he should reveal, and then forges on. “You’ve really grown as a person, Buck. And I’m very lucky to have been able to witness that.”

—or—

5 times bobby was buck's dad, and one time he was eddie's

Language: English Words: 8,267 Chapters: 6/6

Idiots on Reddit by 7ate9

9-1-1 (TV)  

Buck and Ana seem to keep clashing during Eddie's recovery after the shooting. Both turn to Reddit for assistance, and both get answers.

Language: English Words: 35,700 Chapters: 23/23

On the Outside by bccalling

9-1-1 (TV)  

After Eddie's breakdown, Buck takes a week off to help Eddie get back on his feet, and a spontaneous visit to the firehouse leaves Lucy confused over just how little she apparently knows about her new team.

Language: English Words: 5,380 Chapters: 1/1

Two Steps Forward by wilddragonflying

9-1-1 (TV)  

Ramon makes good on his promise to be better.

He... maybe over-corrects a little.

Language: English Words: 5,329 Chapters: 1/1

Can’t Pretend by anenemyanenome

9-1-1 (TV)  

Christopher overhears something he shouldn’t have at a party and Buck nearly chokes to death when the kid decides to ask him about it

—Or—

Chim and Hen’s gossiping somehow leads to the boys getting together

Language: English Words: 5,236 Chapters: 2/2

your heart's still smoking (the lines are open) by tuckergreeen

9-1-1 (TV)  

Eddie Diaz is the guy who keeps his cool. Until he doesn't.

—Or—

Hen thinks Eddie is a bit of an enigma.

Language: English Words: 4,707 Chapters: 1/1

The Whole World Knows (Just Not Our World) by one_last_time

9-1-1 (TV)  

At that point Chimney was just mad at Eddie. And maybe more drunk then he thought he was when he walked up to Eddie. "What the hell was that man?" He questioned, Eddie's arm slipping away from Buck's middle but still remaining shoulder to shoulder. "What do you mean Chim?" Buck questioned. "I mean," he slurred slightly, before continuing, "you were getting hit on by a hot guy Buck! A hot guy! And then this douche ruined it."

—or—

Buck and Eddie have been together for over a year. It feels like everyone in the whole world knows. Except for the 5 people who matter most to them.

Language: English Words: 4,686 Chapters: 1/1

(Friendly reminder I do not own any of the works listed in this post, and all can be located on archiveofoureown.org)

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Reunited chapter 7

Updated 5/27/23

Some how I’m getting this story going. Again I’m in training so i don’t post a lot since i write this on paper then transfer it to my computer. I also as of may 27th decide to repost this chapter cause i wanted to add more to it cause i felt it would flow better. Once again thank you to everyone who even reads this, im a baby fanfic writer this is all for my own entertainment and to get these stories out of my head. Love you all happy summer.

Previous chapter. Next chapter

Ardmore pov

What?!”

“Yes ma’am the team wen sent out reported that the blue tea was attacked while surveying one of the first groupings of islands

“Any casualties?”

“No human casualties but unconfirmed when it comes to the recoms. The soldiers saw the colonel injured and the others captured, but couldnt say if they saw any of them die

“Fuck!”Ardmore exclaims throwing her coffee cup at the wall in her rage. She takes a couple deep breaths

“Fine well have to do this differently”

“What do you mean ma’am”

“That well locate sully ourselves”

“What about the blue team?”

“For now we continue our other missions, until we have the confirmed doa the blue team is simply out checking surroundings of pandora

“But what about?”

“WHAT about what soldier?”Ardmore states pointedly to the younger officer

“Nothing ma’am I’ll relay your commands”

“Good and send the commander of the delta team to my office”

Your pov

The team is hog tied and surrounded until we no longer see any of the rdas ships. Even though the ocean's calm helped us they still didn’t completely trust us. Miles had miraculously recovered from his “ fatal” wound and was now conversing slowly with Lyle not letting me or Spider out of his line of sight.A horn is blown once again, everyone turning towards the water as we see Jake, Tonowari and other warriors fly towards us on what looks like some type of giant flying fish. Jake quickly hops off and bounds towards us with a tentative smile on his face.

“Well that went well”

I just laugh at him as he and the others un-tie us all.

What now jake?” I ask he just pats my shoulder and gestures for all of us to follow him as he walks towards the other end of the shore line. A couple boats lie there waiting to whisk us away to our new life’s.

Jake tells us all to climb in as he goes back into the water swimming up to the front of the boats

“What are you doing”

“Well we gotta get you guys there Somehow so well use the ilus”

“Ilus?” I ask to go to the front of the boat to see the creature. It reminded me of a dolphin back on earth.

“Yeah these are some of the main creatures around here well show you later. Let's get you all settled first.”

Jake yips slightly and he and two other ilu riders pull ur boats forward into the sea. It takes some time to get to the metekiyanas clan home, me and spider and the others as much as they try to hide it, are entranced by the scenery around us. The beautiful blue water and glowing corals, plants and fish we can see through it. The closer we get the more people we see, some doing what looked like chores while others simply basked in the sun making trinkets and talking, watching the younger ones play gleefully in the water. It all is enough to bring a smile to my face

Jakes pov

“Ok here we are i say jumping off my ilu, as the team departs and are now standing on the shore awkwardly, just watching the village around them

“This way” quartich leads behind me, y/n and spider next to him.

“We’ve been able to get some new muris made in prep for your arrival. I say approaching the new grouping of four pods. I didn’t think you all would want to be far from another so i made the suggestion of making all your homes somewhat together.”

“Thank you Jake, that's very thoughtful, can i ask though why there’s four pods?

“Well y/n its cause excuse there's a shit ton of you.’ I laugh looking over my shoulder at the group of 13 people

“We didnt want you all to be cramped so there’s two pods for the guys to share, one for the ladies and who ever you want to share with if you even want to and this finally one over here is for you y/n.”

“What? He says looking down at y/n with a quizcal look

Yeah, think of this as my olive branch to you colonel. I wanted you guys to have a home for you, y/n and spider.” I look the colonel in the eyes as he comes to terms with what i've done.

“Every man needs a family and every family needs a home. So use this and make a home here colonel. A fresh start.

Quartich looks to me than back to y/n’s smiling face and back, his ears and tail twitching before breathing out a large exhale

“Fine sully thank you.” Quartich states clapping me on the shoulder as they move to go check out their new homes, I simply smile knowing that's a Huge step for Quartich to even say thank you.

Your pov

The homes are woven but sturdy, different posts and tapestries make rooms and spaces. In the middle there’s a fire pit for cooking and to keep the home warm. Mats and spots for hammocks are all over so I'm sure everyone would be comfortable.

Jakes voice make me turn as i hear him ask us what we thought

It’s beautiful "I say looking around Miles and I’s new home. For now only two rooms are made, one for miles and i and one for spider should he want it other than that its very open and inviting.

“Im glad yall like it i actually have some other stuff for you guys give me a sec. Jake runs off leaving all of us standing here

Miles pov

Everyone checked out the homes all claiming their spots before meeting in y/n and I’s home. Our home, I think to myself. I finally have a home with y/n. Her hand on my shoulder turns my head. I see her beautiful smiling face. I just pull her into my arms embracing her as i address everyone.

“Well I hope you all are ready. Learn what they teach us, earn your spot but stand your ground people, were soldiers and while this may seem all fine and dandy don't forget the rda is still here and will have to be dealt with”

“Yes sir”

“Till then yall go unpack and do whatever you want just dont cause any trouble”

“Yes sir” they all reply again A knock sounds turning all our heads to see sully had returned

“What’s up sully?”

“I got you all Some clothes, you’ll probably need something cooler but i didn’t expect you all to go full native so i had the weavers make some more covering items than usual.” Jake hands the giant bag over Lyle taking it and bringing it over everyone now rifling through it

“Also y/n when you're ready tiri wants to say hi and spider.” The boy perks up at the call of his name. “ the kids are all down by the beach”. The boy jumps up excitement on his face as he heads towards the door

“And where are you going kid” i ask the teen

“Oh come on dad, mom can i go?” he asks y/n next to me. She just smiles and tells him to go on and have fun but to not stay in the sun all day without some sunscreen

The scenes is so familial it shocks me, my family slowly falling into place, something i had only ever dreamed of never really thinking i would get it till i meet, y/n

Your pov

Come on love, let's get unpacked. I want to check out the island. I call out to miles seeing he's still watching spiders fleeing form. Everyone else had dispersed all back to their own lodgings. The bag of clothes Jake had left is smaller now that everyone’s taken their pick so I go over and see what's left. Miles for now chooses to just strip out of his shirt leaving him in his cut off pants, he says he'll be fine with the board shorts and stuff they brought with them before i see him wearing a Loincloth no matter how much i try to persuade him. I chose some tops out of the bag and a few skirts. I mean I've worn bikinis before so this shouldn’t be that different. I put everything but a nice braided brown top. It looks like a normal bikini top from earth but it's made of woven and braided strands of brown string with beads the color of gold in some places. It was beautiful and paired well with some brown shorts i pulled out of my stuff

We made our way out to the front to meet everyone, most dressed similarly to us except for Lyle who to our utter horror chose to wear one of the traditional clothes and was now demonstrating how breezy they were. Miles hand come to cover my eyes before yelling out at the man

“ god dammit lyle you got to ease us into having to see your blueberry ass. Lord.” Miles calls out his face scrunched in disgust from the display lyles putting on

“Just wait, Colonel, you’ll all be wearing one of these soon.”

I just laugh taking miles hands off my eyes and throwing a towel to lyle as we all make our way to the water. We all decided to speed the rest of the day recuperating from our dramatic capturing and frolic in the sands and waters around us. Some of the villagers stop to stare at us and whisper amongst themselves. Some greet us with smiles and some just simply stare. I notice some male warriors judging by their tattoos, going slack jaw at the sight of warren and z, making the boys around them snicker, but the sight of the water finally being a few steps ahead steps them all.

Their eyes turning big and all semblance of decorum is lost as they run into the water like the giant children they are now. Splashing at eachother or trying to wrestle the other in the water. Some simply float around enjoying the water. It’s truly a sight to see, formier hardened marines now overgrown blue 20 year old kids. But hey they, we all deserve this right?

The call of “sa’nu” breaks my derailing train of thought. Turning I saw a spider running towards where miles and I were standing, seven kids behind him. Four of them were the same blue as we were so they clearly must be Jake and Neytiri's kids while the other ones were a soft turquoise color and must be from the ocean clan.

“Mom i want to officially introduce you he says grabing my hand and dragging me over to the children, miles not far behind.(always so protective)

“These are Jake's kids? Spider says gesturing to the four dark blue kids in front of me

The tallest comes up and welcomes me with “I see you. I return the gesture with a smile on my face looking over the boy. He looked more like neytiri than jake in my opinion. But i see him flicking his eyes between me and miles behind me i step alittle closer trying to appear as not threatening as possible since all of our first meetings didn’t go very well, not that I remember much of it

“It’s a honor to meet you all again i do appologize for myself, miles and everyone else for how our first meeting went, we where all still trying to find our way. “

He looks taken aback turning to converse silently with the rest of his siblings,Before smiling back at me again

“We have agreed to forgive you. Eywa wouldn’t want us to dwell that moment instead why don't we start over. Hello my name is neteyam im the oldest of jake and neytiri sully's children.”

“And most boring” i hear the younger boy mumble out from under his breath earning a smack from the older girl and a glare from neteyam.

He's quick to slap a cheeky smile back on his face, stepping up and holding out his hand to shake. The very image of a certain someone I know.

“Im lo’ak i'm the coolest one here.”

“And very humble I see.”/“No doubt who’s child he is.” miles says softly. I just turn and smile/glare at him. He just chuckles in response. Lo’ak clears his throat grabbing my attention once more

“I want to say thank you for taking care of Spider, he may not actually be our brother by blood but he is by choice so thanks.

“No thank you for considering him family, it warms my heart to know he didn’t grow up alone”

“Of course Spider is family.” The youngest girl says jumping up and down before running to hug Spider . He smiles and hugs her back even though she's almost taller than him.

“What’s your name sweetie? I ask the adorable young girl

“Im tuk”

“Well it's nice to meet you tuk”

“You too aunty.”

“The cuteness is too much and I just have to squeeze you.” the girl smiles her cute giggles filling the air, everyone else looking on with smiles on their faces.

Spider had moved from my side now going over to the last sully child she was still withdrawn from the group just silently watching, almost skittishly with how she held her tail infront of her. Spider simple overs her a smile before grabbing her hand and bringing her over towards me

“Mom dad this is kiri,”

“Oh the famous kiri huh”

“Dad”

“Hahaha i must say i don't think spider has stopped telling us about you i say to the young girl further embarrassing my son as he stares wide eyed at me a blush rising on his face that makes me chuckle more”

“Mom!”

“Im sorry my love, hello kiri its wonderful to meet you i must say you are the image of your mother.

“I can tell she is taken aback at my comment but blush’s lightly and smiles a thank you leaving her lips”

“She spoke of you in her logs”

“She did aww see i knew she always liked me no matter how hard she tried to deny it.”

“Yes she said you where a very kind person.”

“Well im honored grace thought highly enough to say that and i would like to give you my condolences on her passing. Just know the person that hurt her is gone and will not be coming back. “

Kiri chokes back a sob but nods her brothers all going to hug her lightly,

(Authors note in this story quartich isnt the one who shot grace instead it will be the jerk soldier form the first chapter thats why the reader says he wont ever come back.)

A throat clearing breaks the tender moment on of the other children a boy with his hair in a bun coming forward

“Mrs y/n these are chief tonowari and Ronald children aonung and tsireya, and their friend roxto they have been teaching us the way of water and have volunteered to help spider as well.” I see you i gesture to the trio, they reciprocated the girl smiling brightly up at me.

“Welcome to our village i hope you all find a home with us.”

“I hope so to thank you dear.”

“Your clan is big are you all warriors?” Roxto asks from behind tsireya

“Yes we are but dont worry no one will hurt anyone, at least not on purpose or with out cause. However I wouldn’t recommend getting in the middle of them when they’re all rough housing like that i say turning to see everyone still mucking about in the waters.”

Everyone simply chuckles and air coming around us as the atmosphere seeps into our bones leaving a smile on my face for the days to come.

Your pov

After meeting the kids we all talk for a bit before i usher them all off to go be kids. The sun setting the Team long since exhausted from splashing around. Now all just rest on the sand, some fruit juices and water the villagers gave us being passed around.

I'm currently curled in miles lap as he leans against a tree, the shade covering our blue skin from the blazing sun, us both just staring out into the horizon. Spider's laugh draws my attention as I see him being splashed at by lo’ak, the both of them pushing each other pulling tails the works as kiri and the rest look on with amusement. Tuk eventually flinging herself on the pile spider catching her both falling into the water. I see kiri go and help spider up, both sneaking glances as they try not to make it so obvious they’re both staring at the other, hearts in their eyes. Pictures of their possible future flashes in my mind, bringing a sad smile to my face. Miles noticed my deflating mood and asks whats wrong

“I wish Spider could have an avatar.”

“Me to darlin! He would fit in more.”

“So you’ve noticed it too?”

“I'm not blind dove. I can tell he likes that Sully girl.”

“Exactly wouldn’t they be cute together…. I mean can’t you picture it, his dark slightly curly hair combed back with some braids in it. A smile stretching across a maskless face as he explores and is finally able to be a part of this world, with no restrictions. I want that for him miles. If anyone deserves it, it's him.”

“I agree ,Well look into it darlin i promise”

A throat clearing turns our heads to see Jake and neytiri come up behind us.

“Corporal miles says nodding at jake”

“Colonel, y/n “

They both make themselves comfortable in the shaded sand beside us”

“What’s up jake?”

Nothing much, just checking in. Wanted to see how your first day is treating you.”

“We’re good, the big blue children are all just goofing off.” I say loud enough so the others can hear me all turning their heads and making faces at me, some adding a hand gesture or to in the mix. Jake just laughs at our antics miles joining him.

“Yeah I saw that and I thought I had a lot of kids you're going to have your hands full dove.

“It’s fine their ok most of the time.i say still laughing at the faces they where all making.

“Hey i wanted to let you know Tonowari wants to start your training as soon as possible, he wants to make sure you all will be productive members of this clan since they took us all in.

“Good ,well be ready, we all need to get refocused anyway.” Miles says grumpily behind me

“Speak for yourself, Colonel, a personal day in the sun every now and then won't kill you.”

“Well when the RDAs not hunting us anymore then i'll relax that work for you dove," he says cheekily pinching my side. I just shake my head at him narrowing my eyes to let him know hell pay for that later

“Actually Jake,” I say, turning back to my friend. “Can I ask you a question?”

“Whatcha got?”

“You and the others still research everything about the Navi and your avatars right.?”

“Yeah?”

“Well I want to know if it would be possible to make Spider and avatar body.”

Jakes spine straightens, as he looks quickly to the side at neytiri. The duo having a brief silent conversation

“What’s wrong for you to react like that?”

“No no Nothings wrong dove it's actually perfect its how do i say this.”

“Out with it sully.” Miles says behind me agitated at his slow response.

“He already has one.”

“WHAT!” miles and I reply at the same time.

“Yeah we were going to surprise him on his next birthday, but then you all returned and took Spider with you and my family had to relocate. It's just been a lot these last couple of months. But norm and the others have been working on it for the past five years”

My happiness is overwhelming. I can’t help but fly from miles lap to wrap an arm round both the sullys necks hugging them close to. Me as I whisper thanks.. my brain moves a thousand miles a minute as i begin to pace thinning of all the things my baby will be able to do, what stuff he'll need, how will he..

“Darlin relax.” Miles says catching my hand to bring me back down into his lap

“Sorry it’s just this is amazing I can’t wait to tell him.”

“Before you tell him y/n, i want you to know what all this would entail.” Tiri tells me cautiously,

“What do you mean.?”

“For spider to become one with his avatar form, he would need to pass through the eyes of eywa, where she will judge his soul and deem him worth to return.”

“That doesn’t sound bad”

“No, not at all spiders young, he has a strong heart and mind, he should have no issues but we always want to be on the side of caution sometimes especially when it comes to our kids. So i just want to tell you that there could be a possibility that spider could not survive the transfer

“Wait, are you telling us Spider could possibly die doing this transfer thingy Sully”. Miles asks jake sternly

“Yes there’s always the possibility that eywa has different plans for him.. neytiri says solemnly

“But as I said spider is young and strong with a good spirit,he has so many reasons to live, to stay with all of us, I wouldn’t even suggest the soul transfer if i didn't think spider would make it. I just wanted you to be aware that as his parents there’s always a risk.”

“There's a risk to him every day. He could run out of oxygen or something could happen to his mask. Hell, him just swimming around with the kids he could get hurt. I want the best for my son. That’s it “

“I understand y/n, here i'll contact norm and have him send you some files, and then you can decide if you want to tell spider ok?”

“I would appreciate that thanks.”

“Of course y/n i know a lot of stuff happened between all of us during the end there and i don't really know if you remember but i we”he says looking at neytiri and back. '' promised you we would take care of Spider, and i like to think we did an ok job, but eywa brought you all back for a reason and i couldn't be happier that she did.”

“Thank you, jake. Thank you tiri. You’ll never understand how much this means to me.”

“To us” miles says behind me bringing a soft smile to my face as I look up at the man I love trying to mend bridges.

“Your welcome colonel your welcome. Just let us know what you decide.”

“We will”

Just as the words leave my mouth a horn sounds. All of the blue team are up on their feet defensive stances taken as we look around for whatever danger was being signaled

“Woah guys chill. Its not trouble its the horn to let us know the food is ready and the party can start.”

“Party?”

“Yeah tonowari and elders came together to make a celebration party to welcome all of you to the metekiyana.

“Awww,

“Yeah, here yall gather up and we'll get the kids.”

Everyone gets together as we walk over to a large sand bank. The whole village is there, reminding me of a giant beach bbq. Family’s and friends sitting together laughing and eating. Babies playing at their parents feet. Elderly all sitting together reminiscing. It’s all so warm, welcoming. Tonowari invited us all to create a group with his and Jake's families. We all got comfortable formally introducing ourselves to the clan leader, tonowari asking us some questions, wanting to know what roles we played with the sky people and how we came to find ourselves in our current situation. He and the people all around. us listen on with rapt attention. All curious about the group of thirteen that now belong with their clan. As the night went on and some sort of liquor is passed around, everyone softened up the more they drank, enjoying the beginnings of their new life path.

I was currently walking back to our new home. Miles infront of me with a drunk spider hanging over his shoulder like a sack of squirming potatoes. 15 minutes ago i had found him Lo’ak, aonung even neteyam and some other younger village teens all slightly drunk in their own little clearing. They somehow got a hold of the liquor going around and were all slightly tipsy. However Spider was much smaller than all of them so what got them tipsy got him sloshed out drunk. Parents all shake their heads and gather their inebriated children before heading home. I pass my boys opening the flap of pur mauri and lighting the lamps before miles can set Spider down. I set up a spot for spider so he's comfortable where I can watch him from my sleeping spot. Worried the boy could vomit or accidentally take off his mask in his current state. I feel miles cuddle up behind me. One of his arms thrown over my stomach as he breathed into my neck, both of us just enjoying the calming sound of the waves in the distance, watching our drunk snoring son.

“I want to tell him.” I say into the dark

“Then let's tell him darlin”. Miles replies His arms squeezing me even closer as I just press kisses to the skin I can find. Sleep slowly finding me.

The next. Morning came quickly though we all had an excuse to stay and sleep but year living the military life disagreed. Most everyone was up early going through their routines before deciding to go and help gather some stuff for breakfast. I stayed behind to wait for spider to wake up. Said boy now wrapped like a burrito in his blankets after he kept moving around all night in his drunken dreams. I had no other choice. A ding sounds from my halo pad i see its a message from norm

Hey y/n good morning, Jake said he told you about Spider Avatar and that you wanted to see Spiders Avatar so I sent you a video and some of the data on him, but I also sent some other photos of spider I thought you should have. Let me know what you guys decide.

I type out a thanks before clicking the first file open. The image of a tiny toddler spider fills the screen. His curls are everywhere as he has the widest smile on his face. Both hands grasping on to norms as he looks like he's mid step. The next picture he's a bit older, maybe around three or four. He's asleep drooling on Max's shirt as he continues to look into a microscope just holding the boy on his lap. The photos continue on like that spider at different states. The older he gets the less the photos look like they are taken in a lab and the more of them there are of Spider with the sully kids all growing up together. One is even of neytiri holding spider both smiling at the camera.

Every picture brings a bigger smile on my face until i get to the last file. It’s a video.

As soon as the screen moves I can hear the beeping and pulsing of different machines. The lense hadn’t focused yet so all i see is a screen of glowing blue. Come on camera focus. Norms voice says slightly. The screen finally focuses and the feet of an avatar floating in liquid appear. The camera moves upward showing the body of a young but well built and athletic looking Navi, before coming up to his face. A gasp leaves my mouth as I see my baby. There's no doubt that it's Spider, just blue. From the soft black slightly curls framing his face while the rest is pulled back in a slight bun. The slope of his forehead down to the bushy eyebrows, and even his jawline, all of it is wholly spider. What was interesting to him was the marking covering his face that looked similar to mine and miles. Almost like eywa knew we would be reunited and wanted us to be a full family

“Who’s that?”

Spiders voice comes from behind me, scaring me as I drop the halo pad to the ground. The boy has the audacity to laugh at my scarred reaction

“Sorry mama”

“It’s ok baby,” huffing out a breath to recompose myself. “ How do you feel?.”

“I'm fine mama. My head hurts a little bit and i hungry but mostly I want to know why I'm wrapped like a burrito.?”

“Well your mischievous little ass got burritoed since he wouldn’t cooperate last night.”

“Sorry” I just laugh at the boy helping untie him from the blankets before handing him a pain pill and some water. He takes it quickly putting his mask back on before fixing me with a smile.

“So who was that on you tablet?”

“That is a surprise and a conversation we have to have later.”

“What’s going on mama?”

“Nothing baby it will be good news, so for now why dont you go get cleaned up your pa and the others should be back soon and we can all have breakfast.”

“Ok ma whatever you say.”

Ten minutes later Miles comes back, some fish ready to be cooked and eaten. We all eat pur fill laughter filling the air as miles makes fun of spiders drunken state the night before. The boy is currently trying to retaliate but being held at arm's length by his fathers giant hand planted on his face. I just laugh at the happy scene. The boys are getting along so well. Like that invisible barrier they had before has slowly disappeared.

After breakfast we all go about our day. Spider goes to play/train with the other children, while Miles goes to train with jake. I decided I wanted to look around the village some more before going to train, meeting up with neytiri and having a pleasant afternoon with her. Helping with chores and just talking, the day is long filled with laughter and learning. I watche as the rest of team works hard. Either learning the ways of water or helping villagers with chores. All trying their best to make this place recognize them just like we did when we started the in the RDA but this time, there was no ranks, only hard work that would get you anywhere.

I had spoken to jake to let him know we decided we wanted to tell spider, about his avatar and give him the choice if he wanted to go that route, but i wanted jake and neytiri and them to be a part of it to, they’ve been there for the past 16 years and i would not alienate them simply cause me and miles returned. So with a dinner planned i go to work on how to tell my son his whole life could change…… again.

Spiders pov

Today was fun. I learned the breathing techniques with the others, even though my mask I found works underwater so I don’t really need what I was taught but hey I'm always up for learning something new. After swimming around for a bit we took a break to go play with the ilus. The ocean was truly so cool, kiri helped me explore with her showing me all the places she's found so far, i don't even question how good she is at swimming and holding her breath already i just put it down as part of her charm, like always

The day goes on when mom comes and grabs me telling me and the others to all go get cleaned up for dinner. After yet another bath and mom coming through my curls. I changed into some new clothes, dad making a comment that i was wearing a thong again( spider doesn’t know what a thong is) and that just looking at me made him feel cold.

I simply laugh and tell him he “better get used to it old man before long you’ll be wearing the same thing” uncle Lyle has been wearing them off and on so has some of the other guys all trying out the local fashion. Aunt Z, aunt warren and mom simply switch bewtten their tops and the ones jake dropped off. But only mom has worn any of the skirts, like she has on now.

We walk over to the sully mauri, as soon as we get inside tuk jumps up, welcoming us all before dragging me over to where her and Kiri where breading some new necklaces. Lo’ak and neteya,m are talking about spear techniques behind us, roping me into their conversation. But I can’t help but look around instead. Seeing all the people i love and care for all a=under one roof, is like a dream from my childhood i never thought would happen come true.

Your pov

‘The meal is nice, fish and different types of meat grilled and passed out. Some sort of grain that reminds me of rice and some fruits and vegetables float around as well, its not till I see everyone’s had at least one helping that i clear my throat jake picking up on my signal.

“Ok, quiet down. Kids there's a reason y/n quartich and spider have come over to eat with us. We actually have some news for you, well mostly you spider.

“What, what's going on, mom is everything ok.?”

“It’s fine baby uts good news like i said earlier we just wanted to tell you all together.””

“I can start y/n if you’d like. “

“yes please”

“Spider we’ve watched you grow up, always enamored with the world around you. Always learning the Navi ways and doing your best to fit in. I know it wasn’t always easy for you, so me and the others all decided to try and fix that. And well.”

“Oh god im dying aren't i” spider asks out loud

“What no spider! I say reprimanding the young boy

“Here kid look for yourself” miles hands spider a halo pad miles seeing we were having a hard time telling the child so he was going to just rip off the bandaid.”

The kids all gather around the screen before hitting play.

“Hey that looks like/Oh my eywa/ BRO!!!”

The kids all talk over each other as they see the video Spider just sitting frozen as they react

“Spider?” The boy looks up to me his eye glossing over with unsteady tears

“Is this real?”

“Yes baby it is. Norm, Max and the others were able to make you your own avatar.”

Spider just continues to stare at the screen as a tear falls down his face

“Bro those better be happy tears this is Amazing.” lo’ak says shaking spiders shoulders, Neteyam scolding him. Tuk simply tries to hug spider , wanting to comfort her brother. It's not till kiri takes the tablet away and makes Spider face her that he snaps out of his blank state.

“Monkey boy, you're ok just breathe.”

Spider takes in a few breaths regrounding I self befor ethanking kiri. He stands coming over to were all the adults where sitting before jumping into my arms, hugging me tight before doing the same with miles, jake and neytiri.

“Thank you guys, thank you”

“Your welcome kid I can’t think of anyone who deserves this more than you.” Jake says, smiling at the blonde teen.

“When can i see it” spider asks

“I actually don’t know? what do you think jake?”.

“We could get norm and max to bring it here..”

“NO” miles vetoes loudly us all looking at him shocked “Sorry, no offense sully but that's exactly why we found these islands in the first place. I don't want to give the rda another excuse to look over here,

“Miles is right jake.”

“No no I agree, I forgot about that,…. Ok well then if they can’t come here well have to go there”,

“What really/ really dad”.. the kids all say quickly

“Yeah we'll go back to the Forest but we're not there to stay guys….not yet.”

The kids slightly deflate but I can tell they understand what their father is saying.

“We'll be able to see mo’at, norm and everyone and pick up some more of our stuff but we do have to come back. The ocean is our home for now”.

Yes sir, they all answer i reach over squeezing kiri shoulder giving them all a knowing smile that they reciprocate.

Would next week work.?

Yeah that would work. We can let them know where coming up let’s Norm and them get everything ready.

Yaaaa we get to go get spider an avatar tuk cheers cheerfully in the middle of the group, the big smile on her face finding its way to everyone else as we all grill with hope about the future.

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Safe Place to Land: Part 10

WC: 2650

Warnings: none, so much happy fluff, language, PTSD mention, one brief section that could be read as body horror? It’s not graphic but wanted to include in case anyone was sensitive to that. Just skip the little part towards the beginning that’s Frankie’s POV :)

A/N: sorry this one took a while to get out! I hit a bit of a block with our boy, but we’re back! The last few chapters should be coming in the next few weeks! Thank you to everyone who has stuck with us on this journey 🫶🏼

May 2015

The bell rang loudly overhead signaling the end of your 8th grade literature class and the start of your planning period. Students filed out noisily, shuffling papers and restarting previously paused conversations. You sat with a sigh and took a long drink of water before diving in to the pile of essays that had been staring you down. With some music playing lowly, you quickly found your rhythm, turning pages and making marks. You almost didn’t notice your phone buzzing under a stack of graded papers. The sound pulled you from your trance, drawing your attention to the unknown number flashing on your screen. You answered it with hesitation but were delighted to hear Frankie’s voice on the other end.

“Hello?”

“Babe!”

“Hey you!”

“We got him, we’re all done. I’m coming home to you,” his voice cracked on the last syllable and you couldn’t help your own tears.

“Are you serious?”

“Yeah, we catch the next flight out. I’ll be home on Friday,” you could hear the smile in his voice.

“Okay. Friday. Holy shit,” you mumbled checking your calendar.

“I miss you so god damn much, mi amor.”

“I miss you Frankie,” you smiled through tears.

“I’m coming home.”

“You’re coming home.”

“I gotta go, but I’ll send you the flight details. I love you!”

“I love you!” you called back before the line went dead.

Friday was your last regular day of school with finals and prep the following week. You figured you could leave a movie for your sub, quickly emailing your principal to let her know the news. Your heart rate hadn’t slowed down at all, the call you had been waiting twelve long years for finally came. Since the night he first kissed you when he told you he was leaving, you had waited for the day your life together would truly begin, and now it was almost here.

You picked up your remaining papers to be graded and dove back in with newfound vigor. Frankie was coming home.

On the other end of the line, Frankie ended the phone call nearly shaking with excitement. The five of them had just gotten back to their temporary base for the first time in weeks to take proper showers and begin the long journey home. He rubbed a hand over his eyes and sank deeper into the outdated couch. His skin was heavy with a thick layer of sweat and grime. He had blood on his sleeves that didn’t belong to him. Picking a spot on the empty walls, he fixed his eyes and tried to not think about the way their day started. Every time he closed his eyes he heard the ring of gunfire, heard a woman scream, tasted metal, felt the soft earth digging under his nails. He couldn’t wait to scrub himself raw. If only he could do the same to his brain, pop it out and run a warm rag over the ridges, wipe away the stains of war.

Pope dropped beside him on the sofa, running a hand through his greasy curls to push them off of his face. “You okay fish?”

Frankie rolled his head towards his friend and opened his eyes, “No, are you?”

Santi shrugged, “I’m used to it by now. But you should really talk to her when you get home. Your nightmares have been bad, hermano. You almost gave away our position more than once,” he said softly, a strong hand clasping his knee.

Frankie knew. That was part of the reason he decided his time was up. It was getting to be too heavy and he didn’t know how to turn it off.

“I know,” he nodded, “I’ll talk to her.”

“Good man,” Pope nodded. He patted his thigh once more then went to check in with the rest of the team.

The rest of the week flew by in a blur. Your students immediately noticed the shift in your attitude, each class celebrating with you when you shared the news. One class of seventh graders even made you a stack of welcome home cards for him. You decided to hang them up on your fridge back at home for him to see.

Once 3:30 on Thursday hit, you could not get out of that building fast enough. First, you stopped at the store to pick up ingredients for dinner the next night, ribeyes, asparagus, mushrooms, potatoes, and his favorite bourbon. You even picked up a few movies you knew he would want to catch up on. The stairs up to your apartment were easier to climb than ever as you almost sprinted up with all your bags in hand. Rocky wagged enthusiastically at your energetic entrance while he patiently waited for you to set everything down.

“Dad’s coming home tomorrow,” you reminded him excitedly as you clipped his leash on to take him for his early evening stroll. The weather had been in the 60’s all week, not a cloud in the sky, a lovely late spring breeze hanging in the air. Your daily walks with Rocky had been one of things you looked forward to most. The fresh air and movement pulling you from your blanket on the couch. Frankie had no idea how much having him there has saved you during his absence. The walks were slower now, he took a little longer to greet you at the door, but the love was still there. The love never left.

Once you let yourself back in the apartment, it was go time. You always did a deep clean before Frankie came home, so you turned on some music and got to work. Stripping the bed was always first since he had mentioned how nice it was to come home to clean sheets and his pillow. You folded the basket of laundry that had been staring you down all week, double checking to make sure Frankie’s side of the closet and dresser were neat. The mopping and dusting went by quickly, 800 square feet had its limitations after all. After one final once over, you were satisfied. His favorite creamer was stocked in the fridge, the cards from your students carefully arranged on the front of it. You had set out a new toothbrush for him and replenished his shampoo and body wash. After a long shower and a last minute epiphany to shave your legs for once, you retired to your bed, drifting to his side by habit to cling to the pillows. All that was missing was him.

The airport terminal buzzed with its usual busyness. Hellos and goodbye happening on every side of you. Usually your mind wandered to the stories being written alongside yours, the love and longing and rejoicing that theses halls sheltered. But today, you could only think of one thing, your mind a revolving door of Frankie, all the times you’ve stood in this same spot, heart in your throat, hands fidgeting with excitement. You stood flanked by his parents and your mom, the four of you eager to celebrate the end of this journey together. Pulling your phone from your bag, you checked the time again, 3:21. His flight was supposed to get in at three sharp, so you were expecting to see him any minute now. You chose a yellow gingham sundress with capped sleeves and a simple pair of sandals. The jade necklace he gifted you years ago hung around your neck as always.

A new flood of people cresting the set of escalators caused you to straighten your shoulders and take a deep breath. Your mom reached over to squeeze one hand while Marisol took the other. None of you dared to breathe. And then you saw him. Broad shoulders stretching a black tee shirt, standard oil cap barely containing his wild waves, eyes searching until they locked with yours. Both your faces breaking out into simultaneous smiles as you bolted to each other, easily closing the last bit of distance that separated you. You clung to his frame with every ounce of strength you had been desperately holding onto in his absence, his strong arms holding you closer than you think he ever had before. You clutched his face in your hands, tears streaming down both of your cheeks.

“You’re home.”

“I’m home, mi amor, mi vida,” he breathed out.

The kiss you shared was unlike any other. Signifying the close of a long chapter and the start of your open ended future. You kissed him with gratitude and desperation. He kissed back with hunger and homesickness and impatience, like he was making up for lost time.

“This is pretty,” he murmured against your lips, pressing another quick kiss. His hand fanning out the skirt of your dress as it roamed to find purchase on the small of your back, “Is it new?”

“Got it a few weeks ago,” you whispered back, unable to contain your smile.

You made your way back over to your parents and let them have a moment to hold their son and thank the Lord for his safe return once and for all.

“How do you feel about dinner?” his mom asked squeezing his hands in hers.

“I’m wiped mamá. I’ve been hopping on and off flights for almost 20 hours. Can we do it tomorrow?”

“Of course, of course,” she reassured him, “We can go to that steakhouse you like, our treat.”

He smiled down at her falling into a conversation while you linked arms with your own mother. Your group headed to baggage claim to hopefully make quick work of grabbing his luggage so you could get him home.

His parents wished you both well as you drove off and headed back to your apartment. His hand found yours in no time, his nose nuzzled your bare shoulder while he pressed light kisses up and down your arm.

“I’m so happy to be home,” he said with a weary smile. He had tossed his hat onto the dashboard so he could lean his forehead against your arm, reveling in every bit of physical touch he had lacked over the last nine months.

“I got us some steaks for dinner,” you smiled down at him while your thumb ran circles over his callused hand, “But we can wait till tomorrow if you’d rather just sleep tonight.”

“No no, that sounds amazing,” he sat upright in the passenger seat to better face you, “I haven’t had a proper fuckin’ meal in months.”

“Not anymore,” you smiled.

“You have plans to keep me well fed, that’s what I like to hear,” he hummed.

You hit his arm lightly with a laugh, “No dirty talk while I’m driving.”

“Fine, what’s a few more minutes when a poor man’s been waiting nine long months,” he sighed wistfully.

You laughed loudly and shook your head.

“God, it’s good to hear that,” he said softly.

You met his brown eyes to find them locked on you in a tender gaze. He reached over to brush his knuckles across your cheek, and you wanted to melt into his touch. The miles standing between you and your doorstep could not pass quickly enough. Your skin ached for the warmth of his own against it. Every night you spent apart you felt the ghost of his lips on your jaw, phantom hands pulling you to his side of the bed, only to wake up alone. The dawning realization that he was back and here to stay hadn’t sunk in yet. You didn’t know how many mornings of waking up next to him it would take for you to let go of the grip you had on the feeling that he would be taken from you. You wondered if he would feel the same, if he would ever miss it. It can be hard to leave parts of yourself behind with nothing to fill the space. Truth be told, you hadn’t really talked about what was next yet, if he had any plans in mind for the future.

“Hey, where’s your head at?” he urged you out of your thoughts.

“Nowhere I’m just—“

“Getting ahead of yourself already?”

A sigh fell from your lips.

“I know you, hermosa, let’s just enjoy today. We don’t have to have it all figured out right now.”

“I love you,” you squeezed his hand.

“And I love you,” he drew your hand to his lips to press a slow kiss, he cradled it against his cheek for a long moment before letting it fall back to his lap.

Frankie knew you, inside and out. He could tell by the set of your brow that anxiety was picking at you, and he wiped it away with his steady reassurance. He was always the voice of reason cutting through the storm clouds, the sunlight you threaded through your fingers to ground yourself again. And he was here, beside you. He was home, and he was safe. And that was enough, that would always be enough.

“I’ll get dinner started, you just relax,” you said over your shoulder pulling on a pair of sweatpants.

“Amor, you think I’m going to give up a chance to cook with you?” he smiled kicking the covers off to pull on a clean shirt and joggers.

“You look exhausted,” you said softly slipping your arms around his waist.

He nestled his head into the crook of your neck, “I’ll sleep when I’m dead.”

“Like a hundred years from now, right?”

“Maybe even a hundred and fifty.”

“And we’ll die like that old couple on the titanic together, right?”

“Of course, hermosa,” he chuckled into your skin before following you into the kitchen.

Having him home felt so natural, the two of you falling into step together as if no time had passed at all. He didn’t so much feel like another half, but more an extension of your own body and soul. Like you were cut from the same cloth, slowly dancing towards each other your whole lives tightening the stitches.

You made quick work of dinner, toasting glasses of bourbon over candlelight in the tiny apartment that you had plastered with love over the years. Pieces of your story hung in every corner. Each floorboard stained with love that overflowed from the two of you. You ended the night dancing barefoot in the kitchen, caught up in some old John Mayer song. Your head on his chest, right hand in his as he held you close and swayed. The sound of his heartbeat beneath you washing away years of missing him. By the time the moon was high in the sky, the two of you had retreated to your room once again. Dishes left scattered on the counter, a chore that could wait until morning. Right now all you wanted was to re-memorize each other, get lost in the cadence of one another’s voice.

Sleep came quickly for both of you. The weight of his tired body next to you, the smell of his deodorant, the sound of his breath, all things you longed for, missing pieces to the life you had been living. He buried his face in his pillow breathing deep your scent. The cool sheets were familiar to his skin. He was sure in time the nightmares would come again, but tonight, he let his guard down and his exhaustion take over.

You both slept long past morning’s first light. Only waking up to Rocky nudging Frankie’s arm with a whine. He chuckled at the familiar sound, reaching over to give him a reassuring pat on the head.

“I’m up, I’m up, I know you’ve gotta go potty buddy,” he groaned.

He leaned down to give you a long kiss, pressing his forehead into yours.

“I’ll be right back for you,” he whispered with a grin.

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[may0tuna]

Part 3 Friends in High Places | Umbrella!Ben Hargreeves x Reader (Ben’s POV)

Part 1, Part 2

Klaus did his best attempt at copying the dance instructor. Not bad. Ben had thought as he watched Klaus flail his hands and move his hips to the music that was playing. Every now and then, he would steal a glance at Y/N, who was busy scribbling away at the small table by the corner of the room. The paper with Klaus' drawing of him was beside Y/N and ever so often, he would see you sneak in glances at the drawing and smile. This made Ben smile even more.

The lunch bell rang and you slowly made your way to the dining hall, with Ben eyeing you.

"Come on, Klaus. Lunch time," Ben had called out to Klaus. Without waiting for Klaus to respond, Ben was already walking towards the door.

"Why so eager to have lunch as a ghost? It's not like you'll benefit anything from it?" Klaus had asked, almost rhetorically for he knows why Ben was so eager to get to the dining hall.

Ben did not respond and had just looked at Klaus impatiently like a mother would look at their child who's already late for school yet is still in bed.

"Fine fine. Jesus, it's like I'm Whoopi to your Patrick Swayze-Demi Moore relationship," said Klaus walking towards where Ben was by the door.

"You need to start watching other ghosts films, Klaus," said Ben as both of them walked through the hallway to where you are now lining up for food.

Ben had always noticed some of your more subtle mannerisms, such as biting your nails just before you talk to someone or how he would also notice the expression on your face whenever you mindlessly play with your hair. His favorite is when you would smile at something you're reading or when you would catch yourself daydreaming and how you would give an almost shy and apologetic smile as if someone was watching you even though no one (except Ben) was watching.

However, this particular day, Ben would come to know the extent of how clumsy you really are. Nothing to be ashamed of. In fact, Ben had always find this habit of yours to be cute, which is probably the reason why he has become protective towards you. Well, this among other reasons.

But when he saw you get pushed by one of the in-patients, he knew he had to do something. Sprinting towards where a crowd has now formed, Ben instinctively positioned himself beside you, waiting for the other person to make a move. He almost scoffed at your attempt at a fighting stance but he found it cute, your fists in formation with your eyes closed shut.

"Why are you closing your eyes? Open them, Y/N," Ben had said out to you but due to the limitations of a ghost, you didn't hear him.

You made your first attempt at a punch. Missed. Ben saw this and before his mind could process things clearly, he had swung his fists and had hit the other person's left jaw. They fell down almost dumbfoundedly.

People were cheering you on and Klaus was shouting along with the people and clapping his hands at yours (and Ben's victory). Well, not quite because the other person had stood up ready to fight back.

"Shit, shit, shit, what do we do?" Ben said to you. However, as mentioned, there are limitations to what a ghost can do. And so, this statement was more for Ben himself.

"Do something," Klaus had shouted and so Ben did what he thought of first, he tripped the other person which made them land flat on their face. This time, they were a bit quicker to stand back up again. As Ben saw the other person lift the chair over their head, ready to hit you with it, it had dawned on him how he wanted to run towards you and just grab you to the side. This impulse may have come from his protectiveness or maybe from the adrenaline of what was currently happening but also maybe from his need to just touch you - and that was what he did.

Just before the opponent had swung the chair, Ben had grabbed you to the side. Even Klaus was surprised as to what Ben had done but couldn't help but cheered him on.

~

After the staff had stopped the fight and had instructed everyone to go about their lunch in a quiet and orderly manner, Ben had found Klaus seated at one of the tables and was studying the lunch options provided by the institution. Before he could speak, you had walked towards where they were and took the chair beside him.

"Hey Klaus," Y/N said.

"Y/N, are you okay?" Ben had asked despite knowing you can't hear him. "Klaus, ask her if she's okay, she looks a bit shaken" Ben had called out worriedly to Klaus but much to his dismay, Klaus did not pay attention to what Ben was saying.

"Y/N! That was a hell of a fight back there. Woohoo! Who knew you had that in you, huh?"

"Who's Ben?" You had asked, and it had almost touched Ben's heart to hear you say his name. Ben and Klaus was looking at each other.

"Well? You keep mentioning him and this day had been so weird that I feel like some invisible force had been following me. I know I did not punch Big Martha earlier and I know that you were once part of the Umbrella Academy, that super hero crime-fighting group a few years back, so who's Ben? Is he someone from the academy? Maybe someone who's powers is invisibility?"

"Tell her I'm here," Ben had said. Klaus was still thinking. "Pst Klaus, tell her who I am"

"Is... Ben here?"

Ben had faced you and was trying hard not to reach and touch your hand. He can tell that you were trying hard not to bite your nails.

"I'm here, Y/N" Ben had said quietly, more to himself.

"Y/N, okay okay, I'll tell you about Ben but not now as I'm enjoying my perfectly, and I'm pretty sure well-cooked, beans" Klaus had said sarcastically as he played with the beans on his plate with his spoon.

"I'll introduce you to Ben tonight," Klaus had said, to which Ben did not reply or comment.

As you and Klaus were talking about the weather, Klaus would notice Ben looking and smiling at you. He would make a face towards Ben and Ben would simply roll his eyes at Klaus, and then his attention would simply go back to you.

After the conversation of weather had died down, you asked "Klaus, what's Ben like?" This sudden shift in topic intrigued both Ben and Klaus. Ben was looking at Klaus, waiting for him to say something, and Klaus was trying hard to come up with a short answer that will best describe Ben.

"Ben was a know-it-all, a scold, a tiny dark cloud on a perfect sunny day," Klaus said smiling.

"I like him already," you said.

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[duckymcdoorknob]

Helloooo Ducky! May I please make an order for a small espresso with no ice? I'd love some sea salt and caster sugar with that! The names on the order are Bakugou and another of your choice! Thank you very much good fellow😍/p

Oh bestie I’m gonna RIP YOUR HEART OUT 😭😭😭

OOH LORDY

Ohhhhh my lord it’s sad as fuck

This one is gonna be a long one!!

POV: ducky doesn’t know shit about chess.

Cross-posted to AO3

CW BELOW THE CUT: MAJOR CHARACTER DEATH. DO NOT READ IF THIS IS A SENSITIVE TOPIC FOR YOU!! There is also presence of blood and illness symptoms.

♫ -ᥕᥲі𝗍ᥱr, ᥕᥲі𝗍ᥱr, ⍴ᥱrᥴ᥆ᥣᥲ𝗍᥆r- ☕️

Izuku took a few deep breaths in preparation. Why was he so scared? Bakugo is his best friend. Wait. That’s it. Bakugo is his best friend. His best friend of ten years, who he cherished dearly, who he would do anything for.

Bakugo is his best friend. He may not act like it, but he’s always be willing to help!

The green-haired boy sighed as his hand came up to rap at the blonde’s dorm room door. “Hey, Kacchan? It’s me.”

Low grumblings were heard from the other side of the door, and it opened shortly after. “What is it, nerd?”

“I need a favor.”

The explosive boy sighed harshly. “Come on in.”

Just like he had done many times in the past, Izuku smiled as he took a seat on Bakugo’s bed. “So I need your help with this. All-Might said that I haven’t been myself lately, and I can’t deny what he’s saying.”

The One-For-All user sucked in an anxious breath as he handed his best friend a piece of paper. The blonde took it in confusion and scanned over the contents of the page.

“He told me to set twenty goals for myself. Some things that I’ve always wanted to do, things that always make me happy, things I haven’t done in a while. I was hoping that you would help me complete them.”

Bakugo’s gaze lingered on the final item on the list, but he nonetheless couldn’t help the gentle, upward quirk of his lips. “Sure thing, let’s get to work.”

The two boys set off to complete the list. The first thing they decided to do was learn how to play chess. Izuku had never picked up on how to properly play, so they consulted Sero.

“It’s actually pretty easy. These tiny pieces here…” the brown-haired male chimed, toying the tiny pawn between his thumb and forefinger, “are called the pawns. You have lots of these little guys, but they can’t do much movement.”

The explosive hero-in-training picked up rather quickly, but it took Izuku a bit to catch on.

Bakugo was uncharacteristically quiet and peaceful, explaining each piece in a gentle-toned voice. “This one here is called the rook. It’s like the Hawks of chess pieces, only the queen is stronger.”

“Number Five: learn to play chess.”

Izuku listened intently, but couldn’t help the tears that sprang to his eyes suddenly. He hastily gasped and brought his arms up to wipe his leaking eyes.

“This one here is called the- Deku?” Bakugo furrowed his brows, “What’s on your mind?”

“Mm! N-Nothing. Sorry, I don’t know where that came from.” The green-haired boy chirped in reply as he sniffled a little bit, “I think I’m just really glad that I’m feeling better.”

“Well, good. I can’t beat you if you aren’t at your best.” The blonde replied with a menacing grin.

“Yep! I’ll feel better soon, and then we can race to be number one!” The boy chimed, re-engrossing himself in the chess game.

The day went by without a hitch, with each item easily being crossed off. As the tasks were complete, Izuku’s mood did seem to be improving, but it also seemed to be dropping at the same time.

They were down to the last three items on the list. The first task to tackle was meeting Izuku’s hero. He had already met All-Might, so he opted to meet the hero that saved him and his best friend just a mere year ago.

Kamui Woods.

The two young heroes found a meet and greet that was being held at a nearby bookstore. It would mean standing in line for quite a while, but the two were training heroes, it was nothing that they couldn’t handle.

The two were near the front of the line when Izuku suddenly started coughing harshly. The greenette fell to his knees, clutching his chest as he wheezed for a decent breath.

Bakugo gasped and immediately knelt down. “Deku? What the hell is wrong? Are you okay?”

“N-Nothing! I just need a hug. That’s all, just a hug please.” Tears once again flowed into the choking boy’s eyes, “Please, Kacchan. Just give me a hug, please, please, please.”

The explosive hero obliged without hesitation, wrapping his arms around the One-For-All user. The green-haired boy clawed desperately at his best friend’s back to hug him tightly, coughing painfully into his hand shortly after.

Kamui Woods looked up from his table to see the crumbling heroes. He recognized them instantly: they’re Aizawa’s boys. He rushed to their sides, holding his phone up to his ear to call the aforementioned teacher.

“Eraser, it’s me- Yes I’m fine, it’s one of your kids- Yes, one of yours- I’m taking him to the hospital- yes, him- I’m not sure of his name, he has green hair- Midoriya?” The hero looked at the panicking blonde, who nodded quickly, “Yes, that’s his name- Yes, please bring All-Might- see you soon.”

“Deku? Are you still with me? Hey!” Bakugo yelped, shaking the boy in his arms.

“I’m fine just… just please don’t let go… just hold onto me a little while longer…” the One-For-All user slurred sleepily. Within the next moment, he was out cold on Bakugo’s shoulder.

“Number Twenty: Get a big hug from Kacchan.”

“We need to go. Come with me.” The pro hero demanded, taking off toward the hospital.

—

Three pro heroes and two training heroes sat cramped in the tiny hospital room. There was an uncomfortable silence between them, tension thick enough to cut.

“You wanna tell me what’s going on here, problem child?” Aizawa’s voice was stern, his gaze deadly.

“Number Nineteen: See Mister Aizawa again.”

“I’m not sure. I was just in line to meet Kamui Woods and-“ the boy stopped dead in his tracks, noticing that his hero was in his room, “Oh! Um… hi, sir. Im Izuku, a big fan of yours.”

The hero smiled, “it’s great to meet you, Izuku. You gave me and your friend quite a scare back there.”

“Number Eighteen: Meet my hero.”

“Right, yeah… sorry about that, everyone.”

“Stupid Deku, nearly gave me a freaking heart attack.” Bakugo grumbled, standing up to flick the greenette’s forehead, “You must really love being in this damn hospital, huh?”

Izuku chuckled. “I guess so. Hey, on the bright side, we completed the list!”

Bakugo smiled as he turned to All-Might. “I guess this list idea of yours wasn’t so bad after all. We actually had a lot of fun.”

“What do you mean?” All-Might’s brows were furrowed, “I never-“

“Kacchan.” Izuku called, “Come here. I need another favor.”

Before he could question the older man, the blonde turned his attention to a smiling Deku, who was holding up his thumb.

“Do what I do.” The boy bit the skin on this thumb, drawing a tad bit of blood. He held his thumb up in the air. “Just trust me.”

Bakugo mirrored the action, and stood confused as his friend pushed their bleeding thumbs together.

“Katsuki Bakugo… You are strong enough to inherit my quirk. My power is called One-For-All, and I am passing it down to continue with you. Use it responsibly for the greater good.”

“What are you-” The explosive blonde jumped back as the power began to course through his veins.

“Young Midoriya!-“

“Midoriya!-“

“Izuku!-“

The greenette began to grow paler and colder by the second, feeling the absence of power hit harder than expected. “Kacchan…” the boy trailed off with a sleepy smile, “It’s going to be okay.”

All-Might turned away from the scene, not being able to bear the sight of his most beloved pupil suffering. Aizawa rested a hand on his coworker’s shoulder to show his solidarity.

“Why did you do that?! What the hell is wrong with you?!” Bakugo cried. “I don’t understand- what are you hiding from me?!”

“Kacchan… I’m dying.”

There it was. The cat had been let out of the bag, and all Izuku could do was wait to see his lifelong best friend’s reaction.

“What…? No you’re not.” The blonde shook his head as his features grew angry, “Stop lying, this shit isn’t funny.”

“Do you remember when I told you about how if I overused my quirk too much…” the boy trailed off. “I’ve over-exerted myself… There’s nothing I can do about it, it’s too late to go back… I’m going to die today, I‘ve had a feeling since this morning.”

“But we made sure that you were being more careful! This can’t be happening…” Bakugo couldn’t begin to process the news. “D-Dammit, Deku. Why? Why didn’t you tell anyone? Tell me?” The blonde asked in exasperation, gripping one of the handles on the side of the bed.

“All-Might is the only one who understands. I didn’t want to scare you or make you try to find a cure. I made sure to pass on my quirk to someone important to me. I’m not scared of dying anymore, I’ve come to terms with it.”

“You knew?” Bakugo hissed, whipping his body around to lunge at the ex hero. He couldn’t believe what he had just heard. “After all this time, and you two kept another secret from me? What the hell?!”

Kamui Woods stopped the boy before he could attack his teacher. “Stop. Now is not the time to hold grudges. Go be with your friend, he needs you.”

The explosive blonde retreated to the bed where his best friend took his hands. “I won’t really be leaving, you know that. All of the spirits of the past wielders will come to you.”

“Izuku!” The blonde yelled, voice breaking. “Don’t talk like that! If you knew you were going to die, why would you have us do that stupid list?! It doesn’t make any-”

“Kacchan… “Izuku sighed, dropping Bakugo’s hands, “that was my bucket list.”

Bakugo staggered backwards, breath catching in his throat. The tears he had been trying so desperately to hide came rolling down his cheeks, pattering onto the floor below. He stood dumbfounded, not daring to move or breathe. He stuttered out a few words, his voice exiting his lips in a cracking whisper.

“A-Are you damn serious…? Y-You mean to- to tell me T-that we just spent the entire day-“

“Kacchan…” Izuku’s face fell into a sympathetic look. He patted his lap as a beckon to his childhood friend. He held the boy in his arms to try and comfort him.

“This can’t be real…” Bakugo whimpered.

“You’re going to be a great hero, Kacchan. It’s going to be hard at first, but you’re super strong. Don’t work yourself too hard… please. More importantly, don’t ever give up. I promise I’ll be back by your side very soon.” The green-haired boy murmured as he carded his fingers through his friend’s hair.

The explosive blonde was uncharacteristically quiet, albeit his constant sniffling. The three pro heroes quietly chatted amongst themselves, leaving the room just quiet enough for only Bakugo hear one more uttered gratitude.

“Thank you, Katsuki.”

The explosive hero gasped, shooting upward. “No, no, no, no, no- Izuku! This isn’t- this isn’t goodbye! Please!”

“Take care of him for me… okay?” Izuku’s voice was mousy and strained.

The monitor flatlined.

Bakugo screamed.

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.・。.・゜Dark AU ゜・。.

V E R S I O N 2

“It’s you that I’ve been thinking about and I shouldn’t be. You’re cattle waiting for slaughter, baby.”

TFOTA // All Human // AU : Cardan tries not to lust after the girl he's supposed to kill.

Trigger Warnings: Crude language, Drugs, Sex, Murder/Talks of murder, Sexual/Physical Assault.

Cardan's POV

Madoc has been absolutely no help at all. “You sure?” He asks this two days after the party, when I called to confess about the shit I pulled with Locke.

“Yeah,” I deadpanned. “She hates Care Bears. Or maybe just the yellow one.”

“They do seem like annoying little things,” he mused.

“Madoc.” There’s no way this is a serious job, I had figured. This is punishment for blowing up Asha and Balekin. The only thing that had kept me from going absolutely insane was Elvira. Her head rubbed against mine as if to tell me to calm down and watch my blood pressure, because I’m way too young to be having it spike like this. “I saved her from Carrot -Top. Is that not enough for you? Can you give me something to shoot at now?”

“No,” he said, “To both. I need information from this girl, King, and you’re going to fucking get it for me. So she knows your name. Alright, go back and get to know her for real. No better way of getting information than to actually talk to her.” Except I have no idea how to organically slip into this girl’s life without revealing what a stalker I am.

So, I don’t, partly to stick it Madoc because I haven’t heard from him since that conversation ended, and partly because this is fucking tedious and kind of wrong even for my standards. It’s like I’d be grooming her for slaughter or something. “I should just kill her and get it over with, right?” I ask Elvira but she’s half asleep so I don’t really expect an answer. I run a knuckle over her ear and her nose twitches the way I remember Jude’s does.

I sigh, it’s been nearly a week now and trailing Jude is really not the highlight of my life. I’m running on coffee and blow. If I don’t get at least some semblance of peace, I might actually go into cardiac arrest. There’s only so much asinine things I can take for a whole week. I should probably be perched on a tree watching Jude sleep or paint her toenails or something but I need a fucking break. I check my phone to see a new message. I had requested a background check after Madoc’s joke of a phone call and it seems like there’s a dossier ready for me. I leave Elvira to sleep, shutting the door so no one gets the chance to bother her. It’s not exactly my place, but Dain’s instead. Technically, the late Mayor Eldred’s estate, so to speak, but he’s dead on paper, and most likely in some foreign country trying to find us a new step mom to corrupt, or trying to push Mab’s Specialty trans-continental.

It’s rare that I ever use this way to leave, usually it’s a flight of stairs at the back off the house that leads straight to the garage, so I feel a bit out of bounds as head towards the grand staircase. As it is, Dain is throwing one of his stupid little shitshow parties. It’s blacklight themed tonight, and when I enter the central landing, nothing but the white shirt I have on glows. There’s buckets of paint lining up the wall leading to the living room. Someone immediately greets me and offers to paint between the lines of the ink etched into my skin. “I think it’d look cool if we paint this one,” she winks, tapping a long and glowing nail to my neck. “I’ll take extra time to get the scales all right,” she promises, dragging the nail down my neck. I grab her wrist and pull it off me but I don’t let go.

“What if I want your lips on me instead?” I glance at her bright pink lips, then tap at my cheek and she giggles before reaching up and kissing me there, no doubt leaving a glowing mark on my skin.

“Is that the only place you wanted my lips?” she slides her hand from my hold then against my chest, slowly working down. I’d rather have them wrapped around my cock but I hold back, giving her a wink before the door opens and group of people walk in.

“Looks like you’ve got more customers to paint,” I tell her. She pouts but tends to them when I start to walk towards the living room, already disoriented with the décor. I’ve never been here when there wasn’t a party, and every single time, nothing has ever remained the same. To my surprise, I spot Locke nearly instantly. I scowl, thinking I should have gone back to the party that night and finished the job, because it annoys me immensely that that ginger slut is at this party, mouth breathing dust off of some girl’s tits. How’d he even get an invite? For as smart as Dain is, he’s also two parts dumb when it counts. No doubt he posted on his social media something along the lines of “party at mine, you know where it is.”

Tempted as I was to go back that night though, I had ended up watching Jude. She was smart enough to let me drop her off a few blocks away from her house, guess her braincells returned to tell her probably not to trust a strange man with a gun. I followed her on foot, watched her key in a code to a three story showpiece, then I actually did sit perched on a tree, like a fucking vampire.

Finding Locke seemed unnecessary when I suddenly got a show of her shimmying out of her second skin-like leggings then falling face first into her plush mattress, pert ass in the air, clad in something lace and not much else. Halfway through the night, my sweatshirt came off of her, and while that stayed on the bed next to her, the ripped shirt and then her bra had been tossed to the floor. I watched her grab hold of my sweater, pull it against her breasts and hike her leg up to further trap it against her body. My face feels warm, thinking about it and I try to ignore the semi in my pants.

I spot my brother, his nose is practically scraping the inside of his wrist, trying to get every last particle of coke possible until he can’t anymore, so he opts to lick the residue off. When he finds me, his eyes light up. “Grade A,” he tells me, like it’s his first time tonight. He tosses me the half full dime bag, but I figure I’m at my limit for the day, so I pocket it. I nod over to his wife, who’s beside him tonight. It’s unusual to see them together so I can’t help but watch when he reaches over her and pulls at the girl Locke was nosing. The Manic Panic blue in her hair glows bright, along with the pink and green swirls on her body that look smudged with hand prints. It takes me a moment to recognize her when our eyes meet. She had been one of the girls who had arrived to the party with Jude the other night. She doesn’t recognize me, or if she did, she’s too blissed out to even try to piece it together.

I frown at the way my heartbeat picks up, hoping that Jude hadn’t followed her here of all places. She’s not here though; I have to remind myself, I had left her fast asleep just a couple of hours ago. I wonder, if maybe it would be better if she was part of this crowd, though. That way I wouldn’t feel so guilty trailing an innocent girl, right?

Dain’s hands are tugging the straps of the blue-haired girl’s dress down, while his wife pulls her hair to the side, and sucks at her skin. they’re in plain sight, but so is everybody else. It’s nearly two I the morning, and the party, as per usual, is gradually turning into a drugged out orgy.

“You like watching?” I feel a tug at my arm before a girl plasters herself against me. Her hair glows like flames under the UV lights. Her hand runs down to my belt and she may want to fuck me, but it’s the baggy she’s after when she fumbles into a pocket.

“I want to watch you,” I play along, taking her arm. “On your knees,” I tell her and when she looks up at me, I see she’s even got colored contacts that match her hair. I nod towards the other side of the room. She grins, pulling my hand to follow her to the door there. The room should be a garage, but it’s been converted since Eldred’s “passing” and is now used by Dain to tattoo his clients. I reach for the lights, but there’s no need; I know this place inside and out, being that I’ve been Dain’s client more than a few times. If Dain ever needed a portfolio, he could easily use my body as a progress board. From sloppy doodles and harsh line work to seamless shading and gorgeous artwork; I didn’t care at first, I think I just wanted all those ugly marks covered. It wasn’t until a few years ago when I really requested meaningful shit from him.

I figure I have enough time to kill now, so I let my new flame lead me to a small stool, before she drops to her knees for me. The get up looks cheap in the florescent lights, but she’s still pretty and I don’t want her sucking me off any less. So, I sit down and lean back, spread my legs for her while she unbuckles my belt and goes for my zipper. I reach and pull her shirt down, pretty nipples greet me all taught and perky. Not real, but I like them anyways. I run my thumb over them as she pulls my length out, still partially hard from thoughts of Jude earlier. I groan and grab a fistful of her hair, guiding her head when she starts to tongue me.

My grip tightens when the door opens and I peek an eye open to see Ghost raise only one brow at me, the one I convinced him to let me pierce so many years ago. She starts to bob her head against me and I really wish he’d go away, but when he doesn’t, I let loose a sigh and ask, “What?”

He rolls his eyes, “If I wanted to watch, I’d have been quiet about coming in.”

“Yet here you are,” I eye him through lidded eyes, from the head and maybe from the come down. I know he’s being spiteful because that dossier can wait a few extra minutes and absolutely nothing will change between what I’m doing and how that involves Jude.

“Trust me,” he says, “I found something that’s going to rock your world harder than this broad ever could.”

“Hey,” I chastise, halfheartedly. Sometimes I wonder what era this guy thinks he’s from. Broad? “It better not be your dick again,” I say as an afterthought. “I will throat punch you.”

“What’s a few dick pics between bros?” he grins, “What does she want?”

“Coke,” I manage when she takes me deeper. It’s hard staying hard when he won’t stop watching. It’s not the first time he’s been around while I fucked somebody, but it sure is so goddamned bright this time and I’m a hell of a lot sober than usual. He walks towards the minifridge and grabs a silver can. Its diet Coke I realize when he tosses it to me. I catch it, and the jolt makes her gag. I grimace and tap her shoulder, guiding her off of me. “you’re a piece of shit,” I tell Ghost. I swipe at the side of her mouth, pressing my thumb to her lips. She sucks it, looking up at me with wide eyes. it makes me pause for a moment, because for a split second, those gross orange contacts look unnervingly light brown. That startles me more because usually in my daydreams, its green eyes looking up at me.

“Sorry,” I tell her, handing her over the can. “Maybe next time.”

She looks confused, grappling at the can. I fix her shirt for her helping her up. She’s perplexed and put out, but I don’t get time to say much else to her because Ghost takes her hand and guides her out, looking like a princely escort to a ball rather than what it really is. This time turning the lock when the door shuts. I run a hand through my hair unable to stay annoyed or in my head much longer because Ghost is walking towards the back of the room, to the other door that leads outside. I fix myself and follow him out to the lake. Its dark as hell looking on to the other side, but not enough to make me forget I had lived on that side. The shitty poverty stricken side where the drug use isn’t as glamorized as it is here, but just as profound. That’s the side Mab’s Specialty thrived on.

The Spanish moss rustles against the cypress tree at the center of the backyard. I look up to see Valerian sitting on a branch. He waves down at me, but his eyes are focused on the windows, or rather through them. He’s not much for parties, or crowds or any type of exposure to germs, but he’s always been a curious onlooker and that cypress tree is his favorite vantage point.

He jumps off, landing like he could have gone to the Olympics for it and takes a seat on a fallen log near a doused fire pit. Ghost sits beside him, a good distance away to appease him. He reaches into the inside of his jacket and hands me a rolled manila folder. I trade off with the bag of blow I don’t really want anymore. “I didn’t even have to suck your dick for it,” he grins.

“No,” Valerian muses, quietly, “but you did have to kiss his ass.”

“Whatever,” Ghost finds a rolled blunt in his pocket and hands it over to Valerian, “Didn’t forget you, baby, this is for you.” Valerian reaches for it, then the lighter I thought I lost a few days ago. I should have known Ghost pocketed it.

I straighten out the folder then open it, not surprised to see Jude’s government name at the top. Its surface level information, stuff that I could have gotten off the college board’s back log, but far more than anything Madoc had given me, that’s for sure. I look at Ghost, in time for him to wave his hand lazily, “Turn the page.”

I narrow my eyes, not liking how grim his attitude had gotten. My stomach is already sinking, but nothing could prepare me for what I see next. “But…how?”

My heart is so loud in my ears, I’m surprised I even hear when Ghost explains, “they weren’t in the same grade, but they spent a few summers together. Summer camp,” he explains.

“One hell of a coincidence,” I mutter, looking at the grainy cropped photo of two girls with their arms around each other, smiling at the camera. The girl on the left has bright eyes, freckles dot her face and I know it only ever heightened due to sun exposure. Her dark blonde hair is pulled high on her head and I try not to think about how short she had cut it after we met. Her face is much younger than the face I knew, but there’s no mistaking her. I feel sick and maybe a little guilty, unable to stop myself from remembering the last time I saw her. Unable to stop myself from remembering the last night I held her.

I trace the side of her face, my throat feeling constricted suddenly. “This is fucked, even for Madoc,” Ghost tells me, and he’s right. Madoc had been the one to find me that night, after all.

.

For once, I’m the one screening calls. I don’t answer when he tries to reach me, and it’s been at least once a day for the past few weeks.  I send him a quick text, probably to make sure he knows I'm still alive. I can’t talk to him yet. I don’t know what I’d say. It’s one hell of a punishment for starting a fire, that’s for fucking sure. He’ll be happy to know I’m still trailing Jude, though. If anything, the revelation of her knowing my dead girlfriend – dead fiancée – only intrigues me more.

I thought I had Jude’s schedule down pat, she hardly ever deviates from walking to school, going to the gym, meeting up with her friends and studying. But she’s been self isolating for the past few days. At first I thought it was a cold or something. Then she started shutting her blinds and I thought maybe I’ve been found. But even when she peeks through gauzy curtains, her eyes never quite find mine.

So now, I’m squatting in a car with Ghost who’s chugging coffee like his life depends on it. His free hand flies over the keyboard of his laptop, making stupid little clicking sounds. Still, I rather him than Valarian at the moment. I may trust Valarian with my life but I don’t quite trust him with other people’s lives and right now, I’m assuming Jude is still wanted alive and all that. Besides that, he’d probably bleach the hell out of my car and suffocate us with the smell. He’d nitpick everything then probably dissect the spider I'm pretty sure I saw scurry across the dash a few minutes ago.

Ghost is also good with computers. He’s been sitting with me, going through Jude’s security feed for the last few hours. It’s what’s getting me on edge now, if I’m honest. He pauses to open the lid of his cup and pour in some white powder. He places the laptop on the console between us and scrubs through about a week’s worth of the Jude Show. It makes me uncomfortable how easily he had gotten through the system.

She seems like a normal person going through the motions of her day. Ghost occasionally stops the speed for some kind of dramatic effect, “I’m humanizing her,” he tells me when I give him a look. “She’s still a person, you know.”

“What’s the saying? Dead girl walking?”

She eats, he scrubs through, she changes clothes, he scrubs through, she studies from three different books, he scrubs through, answers a phone call, laughs, hangs up, he scrubs through, eats, showers, yoga, looks at her home décor like she’s never seen it before, picks up a vase, puts it down, tilts her head at a wall, scrunches her nose when she looks at photos, leaves to check the mail, tosses the stack on a table, answers a call, scrub, scrub, scrub – and I’m losing my absolute mind.

“This is weird,” I tell him. Had we even gotten through a single day? 

“Really weird,” Ghost admits, “watch,” he tells me, and I don’t understand what he wants me to see by showing me the same day over again. Until I realize it’s not the same day when I recognize she’s got on a completely new set of clothes. This time, when she takes a phone call, her face isn’t pleasant. She hangs up angrily and I blink, startled when she throws the cell against the wall. She seems to let out a scream before dropping to the floor and burying her face into her knees. If she had been this dramatic while I was on her tree, I might have been less bored.

“Call logs?” I ask. He minimizes the window and shows me a pdf file of her cellphone statements before clicking off and going back to the feed. “Why does she keep looking at the wall?” my brows furrow when it seems like a new day has started and Jude is standing in front of a wall with her hands on her hips. Her phone must be dead or broken because I still make out the device right where it fell. “Why is she so heavily surveillanced?” it’s a belated question because maybe I hadn’t really been focusing before, but it is a little daunting to see all the separate feeds in what’s supposed to be someone’s home. Surrounding the property is understandable, but inside? Even Dain’s estate – the Mayor’s House – isn’t as watched as this.

Scrub, scrub, scrub, Jude is sitting cross legged in her living room floor, a laptop open in front of her. She skims over something before quickly shutting the laptop. I can’t make out her face, her back is to the camera, but she looks tense. I think Ghost has paused the video for a moment, but then she reaches for the laptop again. She clicks around, a lot, more and more frantic every time she hits the keypad. She shuts the laptop again and leaves the room, coming back with a sledge hammer.

“Jesus,” Ghost mutters watching her repeatedly bash her laptop to pieces. Its starts to look mechanical after a moment, then she drops the hammer to the ground and wipes at her forehead. She leaves and comes back moments later, this time with a change of clothes – a sweatshirt I didn’t think I’d see again – and a set of blankets. She grabs the sledge hammer and holds it to her chest after taking a seat on the floor. I'm sure there’s still laptop guts all over the floor, but she seems unfazed, wrapping the blanket around her. She’s a completely different person from the girl I had been following around for a month.

Idly, I wonder if she’s parent trapped me at some point. Ghost scrubs again but something off camera catches my eyes. By no means are we on an empty road, but there’s not a lot of traffic either. It’s not hard to notice when the same car drives by multiple times. I narrow my eyes before I turn back to the screen. Jude is looking at that wall again. Suddenly she reaches and half her body is obscured until she returns, this time with a crossbow I can only imagine had been mounted to the wall.

“Beginning to think miss girly pop is a danger to herself, at this point,” Ghost mutters, throwing back the rest of his coffee. I won’t pretend to know the ins and outs of a bow, so I'm not even sure she knows what she’s doing when she raises it close to her face, squinting into what looks like a telescope. The handle resembles that of a gun, so I can make out when she plays with the trigger. “Think they taught this in summer camp?” only vaguely do I remember Sophie saying something about knowing to aim a bow, but I think I always assumed it was a manual one. I’m not sure of the relevance just yet, but I stopped believing coincidences quite some time ago.

The car passes by once more and Jude manages to find arrows the next time I see her. “What the fuck kind of trojan was in her laptop?” Ghost muses. “Oh shit,” he sits up a little straighter, and my eyes go wide. I know its prerecorded, but it still feels like her eyes have pierced through my soul when she looks directly into the camera. She raises the bow, aims, then shoots. The screen goes black. Ghost is fast in finding another camera, but the closest one only shows the hallway leading to the living room. I can make out the blankets on the floor and pieces of hardware, but no Jude.

“What’s the timestamp on that?”

“Eight hours ago.” He scrubs ahead, but I already see the car drive by yet again. I find my gun and check the clip. “Fuck,” Ghost mumbles, closing his laptop and finding his own arsenal is secured. “What the fuck did Madoc get you into?”

The next time he calls, I’m going to beat his ass.

“Knew I should have stayed home today,” he whines like I’m Miss Frizzle, but it’s in jest because he looks too excited to really be complaining. I check my watch, thinking we’ve given them enough time to throw the alarm and break the door handle. We walk through the front door because I was right about the timing. I check my watch again, assuming we’ve got only a handful of minutes before the landline rings, and if that’s not answered, cops will be dispatched within minutes. I love a good countdown moment.

We stand on either side of the doorway leading into the living room. It’s a standoff, and I’d laugh at the scene if this was any other occasion; two men pointing their guns at a girl in her pajamas while she, in turn, holds a crossbow. Physics hadn’t been my favorite subject, but I’m well aware a bullet is faster than an arrow, so it’s not looking too swell for Katniss over there.

Ghost and I are directly behind the men, but if Jude notices, she doesn’t acknowledge. She’s got a tight set to her lips, and I frown when I glimpse her eyes. “Come on little lady,” the slimmer of the men says with humor. He’s got a slight German accent. “Put the toy down, we don’t have time to sit and play.” The other man chuckles. I don’t think Ren and Stimpy quite know what they’re dealing with. In retrospect, I don’t think I know either.

“You should leave,” Jude says, and it makes the hair at the nape of my neck stand on end. I glance to Ghost, wondering if he’s caught the monotony. He puts a hand to his chest, lets out a quiet “Sheesh,” and mouths, “Be still, my beating heart.” I frown at him.

“You just give us what we want and no one has to get hurt,” Stimpy says.

“What… you want…?” Jude’s brows furrow. “No,” she tells them. The phone rings.

“Answer it,” Stimpy tells her.

“No,” she says again. Her head tilts when she finally looks beyond them, to Ghost and I. Rather, just me.

She yelps when Ren shoots her arm. She pulls the trigger on instinct, the bow pierces into Stimpy’s throat. Ghost fires three rounds before Ren can react. The crossbow drops from Jude’s hand and she holds her arm. Blood flows over her fingers, and she gasps, looking up to Ghost, panic in her eyes when he walks closer. “You shot me?”

He doesn’t correct her, just bends to pick her discarded weapon. “Don’t scream,” he tells her sternly. Her mouth clamps shut. Her eyes start to water. I step over scraps on the floor and grab the landline that still rings.  She sucks in a breath when her eyes meet mine again. It’s almost as if she had forgotten I was there.

“Sorry,” I tell her, “Nothing personal.” Except, maybe it is. I walk behind her, hold the phone to her ear, my gun to her temple. “Answer.”

She squeezes her arm tighter, but says, “Hello?” Ghost kneels beside Ren, lifting his wrist to pocket his watch and double check his pulse. “No,” Jude says, voice going steady. She stands still, and her blood starts to spill on to the floor. “No, everything is fine,” she tells them. She answers their questions stoically, then says goodbye. I hang up and toss it to the blanket pile on the floor. Not a moment later, Jude’s knees give out and I catch her before she can hit the ground. Ghost glances at us, before flicking the jutting end of the arrow. Stimpy is still alive, but not enough to pull info from.

Ghost checks his wallet and I shoot him to stop that gurgling noise he’s making. It stops, so I tuck my gun to the waistband of my jeans before hoisting Jude up, not unlike the night we met, except this time, she’s out cold.

A while later, I’m sitting in Dain’s tattoo garage, on the stool set in front of the tattoo chair Jude is currently seated on, still unconscious. Ghost had stayed back for damage control and Valerian is currently dabbing Jude’s face with a wet rag having already tended to her flesh wound earlier.

“She’s pretty,” he says. I scowl when he leans in and pecks her lips. “I hope her body stays intact when you kill her,” he continues his creepy perusal, running the rag along her cheekbone. He takes a step back, “We just have to wait until she’s up, now.”

“Fuck that,” I get up, annoyed with Valerian, annoyed with Madoc, annoyed with Jude, and Locke and Ren and Stimpy, and my patience has worn thin. I tap her cheek, softly then a little harder. Admittedly, she looks much better when the color blooms in her pale cheeks. I go to try a harder tap, but her hands reach up and clasp my wrists just as her eyes flash open.

My lips twitch. “Morning, Jude,” I tell her.

She blinks, her hold on me loosening, brows furrowing, “Cardan…?”

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#Dark AU #jude duarte #cardan greenbriar #jude x cardan #jurdan #jurdan smut #jurdan au #jurdan fanfic #lots of differences b/t this and version 1's ch2 #the folk of the air #tfota au #tfota fanfic #tfota #tcp #twk #tqon #the cruel prince #the wicked king #the queen of nothing

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𝓓𝓸𝓮𝓼 𝓲𝓽 𝓗𝓪𝓿𝓮 𝓽𝓸 𝓮𝓷𝓭 𝓛𝓲𝓴𝓮 𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓼 | ("𝒶𝓅ℴ𝓅𝒽𝓉𝒽ℯ𝑔𝓂")𓂅

Toji x Reader | genre : angst

summary : toji and you have a fantastic relationship you hope it would last long , until you just witnessed to yourself that it wouldn't even last long forever ..

warning !! : cheating , talk of dying , sad , mention words : "sorry"

𝒶𝓇ℯ 𝓌ℯ 𝓂ℯ𝒶𝓃𝓉 𝒻ℴ𝓇 ℯ𝒶𝒸𝒽 ℴ𝓉𝒽ℯ𝓇 | ("𝒎𝒆𝒍𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒉𝒐𝒍𝒚")𓂅 |

𝓓𝓸𝓮𝓼 𝓲𝓽 𝓗𝓪𝓿𝓮 𝓽𝓸 𝓮𝓷𝓭 𝓛𝓲𝓴𝓮 𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓼 | ("𝒶𝓅ℴ𝓅𝒽𝓉𝒽ℯ𝑔𝓂")𓂅 |

𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓛𝓪𝓼𝓽 𝓘 𝓛𝓸𝓿𝓮 𝓨𝓸𝓾 | ( "𝓇ℯ𝒶𝒸𝓆𝓊𝒶𝒾𝓃𝓉 " ) 𓂅 |

𝓗𝓲 𝓟𝓵𝓮𝓪𝓼𝓾𝓻𝓮 𝓣𝓸 𝓜𝓮𝓮𝓽 𝓨𝓸𝓾 | ( " 𝓇ℯ𝓃𝒶𝓈𝒸ℯ𝓃ℯ " ) 𓂅 |

( Reader's Pov )

Lately i have always been sick this past few weeks i didn't know why so as for today i would go to the hospital to have a check up ..

Well I ask toji if he can come with me to have a doctors appointment but he refused to since he have works ..

A tons of work paper work , he just recently became the new founder of zenin company since his father hava just died and his brother well start doing his own business ..

And it just lead to him being the ceo ..

I was on my way to the hospital when something caught my eye , a car similar to toji's ..

Weird i thought , but i shouldn't think negative today and just kept my eyes on the road ..

( Author's Pov )

Well who wouldn't know that the car y/n just passed by was really toji's , not to mention it was park in a fancy resturant ..

In fancy resturant where toji and his secretary was happily eating fancy foods , that toji cannot afford buying for y/n ..

If that's what he thought ..

Toji seems very happy with the girl infront of him , but why does he feel something in his chest its very painful and he don't know why ..

Was it because she love the new girl and not y/n anymore ..

Or was it because he had a bad feeling on what's going on with y/n should he leave and be with or should he be with this new girl ..

He stands up and go towards his car leaving the girl alone well ofcourse he was the one who paid the bills ..

In another persoective y/n's ..

She was just shock knowing she was slowly dying brain tumor , it's now critical and can't do anything with it ..

" you better get medical help mrs. choi your health is in real danger just in 4 months your gonn- "

" i know doc don't worry , but can it wait i still have a few things to do doc " she cut him off tired and somewhat hurt ..

" yes you can mrs.choi , but please becareful here is my phone number if you need me " he said handing a small paper .

Y/n get inside her car outside of the hospital looking herself to the rear view mirror she was still indeed beautiful ...

Still beautiful with pale face , beautiful with tears on her eyes slowly smiling ..

She pull some of hair slowly seeing some hairs falling ..

She was lost in her thoughts she didn't know some symptoms are now triggering her ..

Hear loss

" y/n!!! " toji yelled ..

" h-huh oh i'm sorry what is it " she said weakly looking at him ..

" are you ok love , you seem lost you can't hear anything when i was even yellinga t you " he said sighing running his hand to his hair ..

" i'm sorry " she said and though , if only you knew love ..

Headaches

Y/n was cleaning the house when she suddenly begans to feel dizzy ..

" love im hom- " before toji was finishing his lines y/n suddenly fainted ..

Loss of vision

Y/n was cooking when her eyesight was blurry instead of the carrots ...

She was holding the sharp knife an orange knife specificly ..

" ahh! " she yelled as the sharp object made her hand bleed ..

" why what happened , shit y/n " toji ran up to her holding her hand pulling her towards the first aid box ..

" what have you done to yourself y/n " he said wrapping up a bandage on her hand ..

She looks down at the figure beside her toji ..

looking back at the phone on her hand , texts about him and his secretary flirting and sending innapropriate text to each other she let out a shaky breath and said ..

" love DOES IT HAVE TO END LIKE THIS " she said caressing his face kissing the tip of his nose

She thought , well i guess this will be my LAST I LOVE YOU ..

#toji x reader #jjk toji #jjk x you #toji x y/n #toji x you #angst with a happy ending #reincarnated au

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His Smile

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POV: Third

Fandom: Renegades Trilogy by Marissa Meyer

Ship: Nova/Adrian

Type: Fluff

Wordcount: 1,735

TW: Mention of gambling

Synopsis:  Nova's uncle sends her off to boarding school.

Day 5 of AU-gust: "Boarding School"

I'm still reading the third book rn, so there aren't any spoilers like you could read the first book and read this without getting spoilers except maybe a minor character name that won't really matter.

A/N: Dude i got a major spoiler by looking up the character list for some background names, wtf... I'm pretty pissed off but just know I'm doing this for you guys so, just know I <3 You guyssss 😭

Nova grabbed her bags, grunting from the weight of her duffel. She had tried to stuff as many of her inventions as she could, but that caused her bags to be a lot heavier than she expected.

“Have a great school year.” Her uncle said, shutting the trunk of his car. “Yeah, whatever.” Nova mumbled, watching her uncle wave goodbye to her as she mimicked the gesture with a blank stare.

Ace didn’t actually care, hence the whole reason she was sent off to boarding school in the first place. He was more interested in hanging out with his ‘friends,’ going gambling or doing other stupid shit that Nova didn’t want to be a part of. She didn’t like most of his friends anyway, the only two she didn’t mind were Honey and Leroy. 

Nova took her bags, walking through the entrance of Gatlon Preparatory School with a scowl. There was absolutely no way she was going to enjoy the school year.

Kids were already pouring in the school, meeting up with their friends from the previous years. Although she wasn’t a freshman, this was her first year at the school. Last year, Ace had wanted to enroll her, but he didn’t have the money to do so. She figured that he must have won a bet or something to afford the school, leading to her impending doom.

The school staff had people going through metal detectors with their bags, and Nova hesitantly got in line. When she went through the detector, it beeped and flashed red, and the security guard had Nova step over to the side to search her bags. 

The guard frowned as he went through Nova’s belongings, putting some of her inventions to the side as he looked through the rest of her bags. “I’m sorry, but we can’t permit you to have these on campus.”

“But those are my inventions, I made them!?” She argued, but the guard just shook his head. “I can put them aside in a room so at the end of the year, or on a break, you can take them home, but you can’t bring them inside.” 

Nova scowled, but nodded as the guard went through the rest of the bag, luckily not taking any more of her inventions. Once he was finished, he closed the bags, handing them back over to Nova. “What’s your name, so I can make sure these get back to you?”

“Nova Artino.” She replied, and the guard nodded, sending Nova on her way. Nova glanced at her watch, which she had made herself, to look at the time. It was nine-thirty, and according to the paper she had been handed at the door, there was a schoolwide introduction at 10 o’clock, followed by a mandatory “icebreaker” session. Nova had no clue what that would entail, but she didn’t like the sound of it.

She began to make her way to the auditorium, where the introduction was going to be held. She had to dodge several groups of people-who weren’t looking where they were going-and someone ended up crashing into her.

Nova stumbled backward, her hands instinctively landing on the boy’s shoulders and righting herself before she fell onto the pavement. “Watch it!” She grumbled, and the boy looked at her apologetically.

“I’m so sorry! I wasn’t looking where I was going, my fault.” He said, and Nova rolled her eyes, continuing on her path.

“Wait!” The boy called, following Nova, who turned around with a raised eyebrow. “What?” She asked, annoyed. 

The boy caught up to her, shrugging. “Just- I haven’t seen you around before, is this your first year here?” He asked, and Nova hesitated before nodding. 

“Well, nice to meet you, I’m Adrian.” He said, holding his hand out. Nova took his hand, giving it a firm shake. Adrian looked at her, expecting her to introduce herself as well, so Nova sighed and said, “Nova.” 

Adrian repeated the name, smiling. “Pretty name.” He said, and Nova twisted her bracelet around with a shrug. “Well then, Nova, I’ll see you around.” Adrian said, before walking off. 

Nova shook off the conversation, continuing towards the auditorium. Nova had a feeling she wasn’t going to survive the amount of social interaction this school was going to require. 

~~~~~

“Alright.” Hugh Everheart, the school’s headmaster, said on the stage. “Now we are going to separate you all into groups based on which section you are sitting on. I have one prefect sitting in each section that will lead your group outside to start icebreakers, so you all can get to know each other a bit better.”

Nova was not in the mood to get to know anybody better, but she recognized the fact that she didn’t have much of a choice. 

The headmaster gestured for a boy in the front of her section to stand up. “Starting with section A, you will follow Adrian out to the courtyard.” The boy from earlier stood up, waving at her section with a smile that unsettled Nova for some reason. 

She grudgingly followed the group led by Adrian, spilling out into the courtyard. Adrian clapped his hands, getting the group's attention. “Alright, so to get started, we’re going to do the name game.” 

Several people groaned, including Nova. “I know, I know.” Adrian said, waving his hands. “But it’s essential for us to learn each other's names in order to get to know each other. Now because there are so many of us, I’m going to separate you guys into two groups, so me and a few others are going to go around and give you a number.”

After a few minutes of handing out numbers, Adrian got to Nova, smiling as he saw her. “Hey Nova!” He said, enthusiastically. “Alright, you’ll be in group one with me.” He said, and Nova forced herself to smile. 

“Great.” She said, attempting to make it sound as genuine as possible. She had nothing against Adrian, but she wasn’t super keen on making friends with him either, and she got the vibe he wasn’t going to let her sit in seclusion.

Adrian clapped his hands together once more to get the group’s attention. “Alright, group one with me, and group two go over there with Ruby.” Adrian pointed over to a girl with black-and-white hair, who raised her hand so everybody could see where to go. 

The groups separated, and Nova trudged over to Adrian and the rest of group one. “Okay.” Adrian said, having the group form a circle. “Now, for those who haven’t played before, how the name game works is each person will first say their name. Then, they have to repeat all the names that were said before them.”

A couple of people looked confused, so Adrian tried to better explain by using an example. “For example, if I’m first, I’d just say my name ‘Adrian.’” He pointed to Nova, whose eyes widened a bit, as he continued. “Let’s say Nova here goes next. Nova would say her name, and then my name. Can you do that for us, Nova?”

“Nova. Adrian.” She said, uncomfortable under the gaze of everyone looking at her. “Exactly!” Adrian said, drawing the attention away from Nova. 

“Any questions?” He asked, but nobody voiced a question. “Great, I’ll start. I’m Adrian.” He pointed to the girl next to him, who then said, “Danna, Adrian.” 

They went down the circle, eventually getting to Nova. “Nova,” She said, trying to recall all the other names. “Fiona, Maggie, Narcissa, Millie, Dan, Danna, Adrian.” She said, reciting each name perfectly. 

Adrian smiled at her, something Nova believed he was beginning to do too much. “Perfect!” He said, giving Nova a little clap that embarrassed her.

They continued around the circle, and at last, it was over. Adrian dismissed the group, and Nova tried to sneak away, but he spotted her and went to go talk to her. “Hey, Nova! Glad to see you again.” 

Nova feigned a smile. “Yeah, definitely.” She lied, but Adrian clearly bought it, as he went on. “I wanted to introduce you to some of my friends.” 

As he was talking, three people came up to them. She recognized two from earlier-Ruby and Danna-but there was also a boy who she hadn’t seen.

“Guys, this is Nova, she’s new here this year.” Adrian said, introducing her to his friends. Ruby smiled, shaking Nova’s hand. “Great to meet you, Nova, I’m Ruby. We need an extra hand to keep Adrian here in check.” 

“Hey!” Adrian said, but Ruby just winked at Nova. The boy beside Ruby introduced himself next. “I’m Oscar.” He said, tipping his hat to Nova. 

“Danna.” Danna said, nodding to Nova. Nova nodded back, a bit intimidated by Danna, but she shook it off. 

“Nice to meet you all.” Nova said, still feigning her smile. Adrian checked his watch, and Nova did the same. “They’re about to serve lunch in the cafeteria, if you wanna join us?”

Nova was about to decline, but her stomach grumbled. She was definitely hungry, and she had no clue how the school lunch worked, nor where the cafeteria was. To avoid making a fool of herself, she accepted the offer and followed the group off into the cafeteria. 

She chastised her aloofness, attempting to appear a bit more warm. Maybe, she would be able to make friends here. Maybe, she wouldn’t have to hide in the shadows anymore. 

~~~~~

“Nova?” Adrian asked, staring at her from his seat beside her. “Hm?” Nova responded, snapping out of her trance. 

“You okay?” Adrian asked, looking slightly concerned as he grabbed Nova’s hand. Nova nodded, giving a genuine smile. 

“Yeah, I’m okay. I was just… remembering the time we first met.” She admitted, and Adrian smiled back at her. “You know, I used to think your smiles at me were annoying.” 

Adrian gave a mock scoff, pretending to be offended. “How could you think that?! My smile is amazing, thank you very much.” 

Nova laughed, glancing at the stage where her peers were graduating. Her uncle wasn’t in attendance, but she didn’t care. Everyone she needed was right there with her, and she knew that by glancing around at her friends, and her boyfriend. 

“So much has changed since then.” Nova whispered, and Adrian leaned over and kissed Nova on the cheek. “I sure would hope so.” 

“After all, who doesn't love Adrian Everhart’s smile?!” 

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