#then when he gets returned to tye other gods

[spotlightstudios]

After being caught by mortals, Ichor was desperate. He'd been stolen away from Emil and his family, and couldn't do a single thing about it. He'd been revealed to his kingdom and his people for the monster he was. For the God he was.

He was a creature, and he'd been caged by enemy soldiers.

Already half-way across the continent, he'd been locked away and cut off from all communications. The other gods. The world. He knew nothing.

And along with that, his captors were testing the limits of his godly power. He could be injured and damaged, tortured, without any sort of repercussions to his captors. He was amassing scars and losing himself.

Then when he was finally brought back into the daylight, things had changed. The mortals looked different, a lot of time had passed, their weapons were more powerful and deadly.

They held him in place, and he was forced to watch as they snuffed out minor gods, one by one. He must've been locked up for ages, seeing how many gods had been captured in his wake. He couldn't help them, couldn't even save himself.

The roar of the crowd, the cheers of the mortals. It was disgusting. Yet he couldn't feel rage. The same reason he loved the mortals was the one that brought him here. Their capability was endless, each one unique and powerful. They could change. Unlike the gods. All he felt was sorrow.

So when all was done, they dragged him off and loaded him into a cart. He didn't even bother fighting back when they dragged him out into the sunlight and dropped him on the grass.

It wasn't until he was brought back into a dark area that he brought himself back and realized that he was with the other gods. His brother was holding him, trying to get through to him. Chance was there, a warm comforting hand on his back.

He could only cling to his brother and shudder.

It was only a few days later that he'd learn of the Gods losing the war and being sealed away in the very catacombs their followers once used to take refuge. Now few worshippers remained, and the gods were nearly powerless. Ichor most of all.

#light's spot #tw death #oc #Ichor #Catacombtale #this is one of my favorite parts of his story #cuz it's right after he's finally been content with Emil for years. #they have a family and a stable life #he doesn't have to deal with godly politics as long as he keeps up with his duties #then he's taken #he never gets to come back #he never sees Emil or his children again #they know he's been caught and horrible things are happening #but he doesn't know #for a long time he believes they blame him for bring too weak to escape #to protect them #then when he gets returned to tye other gods #they were all hiding away on the mountain this whole time #they existed in a perfect bubble still #and it's only a minor disturbance to their long existence #but for Ichor it changed everything #and the other gods don't understand his change #only Reward and Chance understand #Reward because they're brothers and he knows Ichor too well #and Chance because he lost Judgement who was the most important person in *his* life #it's just so much fun to dissect!!!

[noro-noro-noro]

long dream

1. makeover time! 2. time loops with my friends, but i consider abandoning all of them to save my sister 3. god wants me to kill everyone in the city again but it didn't work right this time

1. my cousin's friends owned a makeover place (my cousin the one recently married in colorado also worked there) and offered to do me my sister and my dad for free. my cousin did my hair, and I asked her for cool stylish braids, like the kinds that go around your head since idk how to do those. also the makeover room was like really dark lit & kind of small, about 66% the size of my bedroom. she gave me some kind of headscarf? it was yellow. not braidds, but I did look cute. my sister had like 40 braids but just the ends of her hair. and they black washed my dad. it was really weird. he was not happy he was like why did y'all put shit on my skin to make me darker. i Iook like robert downry Jr ‘s character in tropic thunder.

2. something about time loops.. there was kind of a fracture schism. my sister got taken somewhere else. I was travelling with 5 people total but the girl who was driving the time machine (it was a huge bus) sucked at driving & couldn't hit anything. we were driving through hyperspace or something? it was kind of like that part of rainbow road in mariokart wii. i wanted to go back but the world we came from was destroyed, so we had to keep going. two of our people were outside. one was a guy named Adam who had curly hair light brown & always wore sunglasses and rainbow tye dye and he was riding a bike towards us, but the girl drover sucked!! & like while trying to swerve towards him made him miss, and he was gone. the other guy was Austin powers in a white suit black bowtie. they were both scattered off. and we ended up in some other universe. 

I was no longer the main time traveler. my sister was here, but unconscious, with a bunch of other people from my world & probably other worlds who were also unconscious. me & the other time travellers my friends were here, and we had to sit on the bleachers next to the other people. the lady who had overseen the makeover session was one of the old twins and she had some kind of ability. she was scary and our enemy and it was probably her fault that everything happened. my sister still had on the makeup from the makeover - dark blue shiny eyeshadow. i was scared, but when I talked to her she woke up and she remembered me and she was fine. i was supposed to leave this place with my friends, but we were scattered through the room. it would be hard to get to all of them as long as the lady was here now. she had some vibe that if any of us tried anything, There Would Be Severe Consequences, and i was worried that if i made myself too much of a target walking on the bleachers with my sister, she’d call me out. 

she was teaching alongside this world's traveler who was an Asian dude named Daisuke Shiraodori or something like that his initials were definitely DS. (reminded me of Steven Yeun’s character from nope combined with the Japanese cowboy post..rawhide kobayashi). he was the original traveler from THIS world but the seas became rough and all things that were his were scattered through time, so he had older twin (like she was legit old) fuck everything up to return his property to him. i didn't know how to time travel but i was ready to ditch my friends and take my sister home. i’d figure it out. i’d leave them behind. i tried it. 

3. I think my time travel event failed. god took my sister from me again, and I was in a city in the desert. it had a dome over for weather maintenance and to keep our sandstorms. inside the dome was like if someone ran my college campus through an ai generator. sunny, spring weather, brick roads and small trees & buildings everywhere. the god of this world looked similar to scaramouche genshin impact. he wanted the world to change, so I had to find this one obscure art and design book and bring it to him and set it on fire. this would reset the world. I'd done it before. I'd brought him the book, burnt it, and the result had occurred and I'd leave the city with no survivors to watch it all collapse inwards on itself. the book had a green and dark blue cover with big tex.t the font was in Covington. I had never read it.

this time as I had the book, people were so kind to me. I got a free drink from this one shop. I made friends with this girl who wore bright coral lipstick. a really gorgeous lady let me ride the back of her bike bc I was in a rush to get back to my hotel to burn the book. I re entered the hotel and there was a beautiful mother with her son Jimmy & I paused & told her she needed to take her son and get out of here. something bad was going to happen. and then a cop heard me but none of the people were suspicious of me bc I was such a goodie two shoes - i was a pawn in a grander scheme. you have to believe me - i need to do this. please don’t tstop me. i’d pat my back for that performance. anyway I was given things to monitor me and press this button to call us if you need help etc etc. and an evacuate the building order was placed, but a lot of people ended up just coming to sit on the ground floor anyway. people from studio were there. I had the book in my bookbag and this weird square lighter. while we all sat around waiting for something to happen, I got the book out and pretended to read it while trying to grab the lighter out without being suspicious.

when it became the correct time and I wasn't at the meeting spot, the sky went dark. the lights went out. there was a dull roaring from outside and you could see the shadow of the sand on the black sky. this always happened so I was used to it, but everyone else was uneasily preparing for a tornado. it was pitch black, but I saw light from around the corner - the glowing star of god's eye, looking for me. I wasn't afraid - I knew he was much more patient. as long as I did it i would be fine. god’s eye slowly floated closer to me & everyone watched, not realizing he was coming towards me - just thought he was going down the hall past me. I would betray everyone for a chance to get my sister back, but I didn't feel guilty. I'd done this before so many times after all.

then thr girl sitting across from me saw me clenching the lighter in my fist and grabbed it and set my hands on fire, & I fought her & put the fingers of my left hand in her eyes and then just took my right hand taking my burning melting hand and plunging it into the book. this worked. the book burnt quickly, god saw me, and there was the implosion.

I leaped out the window and turned into a bird. I'd seen this before and had no desire to be near it. first it was a black hole, but darkly shimmering blue. and then a dome, a ball, and then it would rapidly expand, erasing everything inside. I caught an updraft and made it to the cliffs bordering the valley, and turned into a snake to traverse the sands easier. my goal was this little shelter made of dark green shiny material underneath the normal concrete and paint. god always waited the 3 days i had to find & burn the book for me there, and approaching him while he was here would put in in a bad mood. I reached it and turned around, fully expecting the explosion radius to be on my heels as always and to suck me through into the next world. but it wasn't. it destroyed the city and then hit the cliff walls and disappeared . why..? and I got to the shelter and the walls were still in place. there were glowing burn marks - remnants of fire going out radially. and scaramouche dropped his boss weapon, which was a long climbing axe named after the traveler from dream 2. it had different info written on it: the faster it was the less dmg it did, but at different speeds 1-20 ( I could enchant it like a terraria weapon) it performed different tasks better. lower speed/higher damage was good for catching fish. at 1 (highest speed) you could sacrifice centipedes to him for a "sex boost".

as I was reading this there were people - some people I'd seen. the girl with coral lipstick, & some girls i saw in the h mart parking lot yesterday. and I realized god was no longer in this world so I wouldn't have to repeat the cycle of killing everyone - his weapon was here, in my hands, with me. a gift from him - or he'd died in fire and dropped it. which meant my sister was in this world, since we'd made an unbreakable vow to continue until she was close enough I could reach her. anyway I explained to the survivors, i pointed at the lines of an explosive fire that had melted the sand to glass outside the shelter - the cracks and windows had the dust outside like environmental storytelling. his body was here while his eye was elsewhere, maybe, and he died. one of them were particularly mad at me they just went oohhh I get it. i looked to the right. there was another city on the horizon & then i woke up

#dreams

[honeystwiggypeach]

My papa talks about you a lot!

This is the first time I’ve written for Sugawara so like most of the other characters I wrote for I’m actually unsure how to go about writing their personality.(it is most likely inaccurate.)

Dad! Sugawara Koshi x fem reader

Basically you’re a teacher at the same pre-school that Suga teaches at.(one day I will make a character just pin after the other oblivious to the other who is also in love with them because I think I try to do it every time and it just turns out bad.)

Look, it’s honestly not even that bad of a morning…is what Suga tells himself as he frantically calls almost everyone he knows is off in his call log after his babysitter for his daughter canceled last minute because her friends invited her to the mall. Now Suga doesn’t blame the girl, but like come on he hired her because he was busy with work so of course he’s a little nervous.

His daughter, Aiko, had calmed down the previously chaotic man quite a bit when he realized he couldn’t do all the things he used to with a baby, but now as she edges near her fourth birthday his spunk has returned some as he gets further and further away from the schedules he previously needed when Aiko was a baby.

“Ok honey.” He sighs setting his daughters cereal bowl in the sink and quickly washing it.

“Grandma’s sick, your babysitter has the flu and not many other people are up for watching you.” He mumbles after hanging up with his work. “And I don’t have any vacation days apparently, so you’ll have to come with me” he explains looking up to see his daughter peeking above the counter with I brushed hair as her hair antenna bobbles due to the draft the air conditioner created.

Sugawara for the life of him can not do hair, not even a simple ponytail. He wants to scream when he has to fix his daughters hair, it takes him around an thirty minutes normally to remember how he did her hair last time and another thirty to actually get her wavy hair into the ponytail without half of it falling out.

He looks at his watch panicking when he sees that if he doesn’t leave now they’ll be late. “Grab the hair brush baby and meet me at the door I’ll have your coat!” He shouts rushing to the door as his daughter runs to the bathroom before meeting him at the door to put on her coat.

They lock up the house and begin walking to Sugas work around two blocks away while he tries to pull her hair back and he can say that he is certainly glad that normally they aren’t moving when they style her hair.

He’s gotten her hair into the ponytail formation as they round the corner to the school building and just as he’s sliding the holder off his wrist Aiko steps onto the stairs and her hair falls out and he wants to sob.

Yeah needless to say he’s got the ponytail in the corner of his mouth using a hot pink hair brush when he walks into the building.

“God-” he stops himself noticing a kid standing next to your leg as you pat their head, when Aikos hair once again falls out.

You glance over and watch him struggle by the door way a few more times before walking over to him.

“Would you like some help?” You ask in your sweet voice that Suga just adores.

He turns towards you with the slightestpinm blush from being caught unable to do something as simple as hair. He wanted to impress you not show you that he couldn’t care for his kid’s hair!

“Do you mind?” He asks looking at you when her hair falls back again.

“Not at all” you smile taking the brush and hair tye from him before gently and smoothly tying back Aiko’s hair, and then to top it off pulling out her bangs with your finger nail by dragging your nail along the triangle part and tugging gentle.

You turn her to face you and brush her bangs before bopping her nose softly causing her to giggle as you hand the hair brush back to Suga while he stands their in awe.

“What’s your name?” You ask gently.

“Aiko.” She mumbles gripping at Sugas coat as she smiles at you.

“Well I’m Miss (y/n)” you mumble smiling at her before looking back to Suga.

You watch Aiko tug on her dads jacket and whisper in his ear and he nods.

“Pretty” she compliments quietly as the bell rings and Suga rushes off.

The end of the school day comes quicker then usual with today being a half day, and both You and Suga stand on the steps waiting for the last few kids to be picked up while Aiko clings to her dad.

“What are you doing after this?” He asks

“Oh, I’m probably going to have lunch what about you?” You ask looking towards your watch.

“Have lunch with Aiko.” He says gently squeezing her hand.

“Can you have lunch with us too?” Aiko asks looking up at you with shiny eyes filled with adoration.

“Sure, but only if your dad would like!” You sag smiling at the small girl as her eyes crinkle up almost swallowing her little mole right under her eye that matched her fathers.

Suga glances down to Aiko to see her staring back with the cutest puppy eyes, if he wasn’t going to say yes before he will now. “Sure where do you guys want to eat?” He asks watching as the last kid runs to their parents car.

“Where ever is fine” you mumble right as Aiko starts to squeal “cat cafe!”

“Cat cafe it is.” You giggle softly and Suga wonders if this is love.

After awhile of sitting in the cafe Aiko’s got a dessert in front of her as she sits on her calfs trying her hardest not to wiggle right off the seat.

“What’s your favorite animal?” You ask expecting her to say a cat or something as you look at her.

“My papa talks about you a lot.” Aiko says looking up before shoveling her cake into her mouth.

“It’s not like that” Suga tries to excuse but seeing your hurt expression he’s quickly trying to take it back. “I mean it is like that but-” he’s cut off by your soft giggle and soft I’m sorry while you try to catch your breath and he’s got a huge blush on his face as he realizes he probably doesn’t just have a crush on you…

“It’s alright I like you too.” You smile at him softly and Aiko’s off after she finishes her job as she skips around the room looking under the tables for a cat.

#haikyuu #reader insert #x reader #haikyuu!! #haikyu x reader #haikyuu parents #haikyuu dads #hq suga x reader #hq sugawara #haikyuu sugawara #haikyuu suga x reader #sugawara x reader #suga x reader

[itjazzbicch]

2-0

Pairing:  Matt Jackson x Fem Reader

Summary: Based off Surging Waves:

The reader and Matt have a wonderful first date that ended with some spice and created a strong bond between them. With a busy schedule, the reader tries to make some time for them and they do find time in the ring, learning their ring chemistry and then some...

Warnings:  SMUT! (18+ ONLY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!)

Requested by:  No one (But I hope you all enjoy!)

Word Count:  2043

Tag List: @demonqueen29​ @jessiebean00​ @new-zealand-chic​ @crowleysqueenofhell​ @justamess44​ @thatpanpal​ @hungmanhorsecarriage​ @irish-newzealand-idian-dutch​  @linziland13​ @xxx-jazz-xxx​ @writtingrose​

I DO NOT OWN THIS GIF

[Hey Matt, I know we’ve both been busy lately, but here in the city, I have my own ring. Wanna hang out and get some training in? Here’s the address if you decide to come]

A true connection was established during my first date with Matt, that connection making my heart ache a little every time he was away.

It had been a little over a week since we had time to ourselves because of how filled our schedules were but with a day between shows in the same city, I figured this would be the perfect opportunity.

I was hoping I didn’t come off as clingy or desperate by that message. Not receiving a response was a bad sign in my eyes.

An hour had passed when I gave up. Matt wasn’t coming. With a tense, angry hand, I snatched my sweat towel, ready to exit the ring, but then I heard knocking on the door.

“It’s open!” My voice echoed throughout the room, eyes exploding with happiness and relief at the sight of Matt walking through the door with a gym bay.

“Nice ring!” Matt complimented, finding the apron and jumping up, getting a good feel of the ropes, “Man, I don’t think our crew even does this good!”

“Thanks,” I appreciated, “I put a lot into this ring.”

Matt always knew how to make my eyes lock onto him, adoring his tye-dye t-shirt, but enjoying the show much more when he revealed his bare chest, his abs built and tone, tossing his shirt off.

I was enraptured by his every move but also distracted and just able to roll out of the way when he jumped off the top rope and into the ring, coming at me.

A sharp wheeze made my chest seize, exhaling deeply in the corner, stressing, “What was that about?”

“I told you, next time we’re in a ring, we’re having a match,” Matt recalled, “Remember?”

That was during our first kiss and I remembered, clear as day.

A fiendish, playful smile was my response; nodding my head when I stood up in the corner across from him, smiling, “Oh, I remember. Remember what I told you? Don’t get too ahead of yourself.”

It was hard not to laugh when Matt turned away, as if there was a timekeeper's area, yelling, “Ring the bell! Ding! Ding! Ding!”

The first thing we did was get into a lock-up and this time, I actually had to use a good bit of strength. Matt was a lot strong than I anticipated, but I was able to keep up.

I tried keeping it simple with some chain wrestling, but our pace picked up a lot, especially since I was a high flyer. I was so used to moving so fast.

Lucha rolls, jumping off the ropes, dropkicks, arm drags, cross bodies; If we were on Dynamite, the fans would eat it up. We were basically wrestling a real match and it was astonishing how evenly matched we were.

All that fast-paced wrestling was wearing me down, so I decided to go for a pin. Matt and I’s hands were interlocked, trying to overpower one another, but I swept out his leg, then jumped on top of him.

With my head pressed hard against his shoulder, pinning him down to the mat, I called out, “One! Two!”

He kicked out and I tried again, pushing my head against his other shoulder, yelling, “One! Two!”

Matt was truly proving his strength, almost breaking my hold, trying to throw me off with a thrust of his hips upwards, but with a loud groan, I pushed them back down, keeping mine pinned against his.

Silence fell between us, a desirous look in his eyes when our eyes met, both of our chests heaving.

“Got damn it, I can’t take it anymore,” He heaved, breaking my hold and sitting up, cradling my face with both hands, powerful zealousness in his lips when they met mine.

His passion was so strong and stirring, small trembles radiating through his body, tensed up muscles that made his arms latch around my waist, keeping me in a warm embrace.

All those feelings flowing between us continued to grow stronger as my reaction was to return an even more spirituous kiss, my hands now cradling his face.

We probably could’ve kissed each other to the point where we stopped breathing and collapsed, but the sound of our lips popping free echoed in the room, the look of lust being shared between us.

“God, have I missed that,” Matt confessed, taking the moment to catch his breath.

“Really?” I whispered shyly; swimming in those deep brown eyes made me a little nervous. Everything about him was so striking, anything he did made my heart flutter and that intensified the second I felt his lips against mine.

“Yes,” He assured, chuckling like I was speaking nonsense, but the lust came back and kicked in hard, making me even more flustered, “I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you and it feels so good to have what I want.”

Knowing that we were experiencing the same emotions regarding one another made that nervousness fade away, getting what I wanted to, kissing him along with a scruff of his beard.

I fell in deep, getting lost and we began to think unconsciously, our bodies beginning to move together.

“What do you think of turning this match into a submission match, hm?” Matt offered, thrusting his hips into me gently.

“You think you can make me tap out?” I snickered, shaking from arousal when his hands pinned my hips to his, biting at my lower lip and growling:

“I know I can.”

“I’d love to see you try,” I grinned, slowly grinding against him, able to feel how the tension bulging between his thighs, his erect cock creating tight friction against his shorts.

“Oh, I’m going to,” He pledged, swapping positions and slamming me against the mat.

Clothes were flung all over the ring, shoes kicked out to the floor. For a moment, I couldn’t believe I was doing this in my ring, but the emotions between made me careless.

Only focused on Matt, kneeling back down to the canvas, hand giving soft strokes, attending to the length and thickness of his cock.

Stars were spinning around my head already, my brain so pleasurably dazed that I had my own, slow-motion view, but the speed of our movements caught up to me.

Our skin was hot pressed together, stinging steaming trapped and it wasn’t going to get any cooler from here.

His smile against my lips showed his excitement, enjoying the squish of my thighs when he spread them wide.

Sweat was forming and I was filled with heat, moaning against his lips, looking down for a moment to see his cock slowly disappear inside me, inch by inch.

My body showed how hungry I was for this, walls keeping ahold of him and not wanting to ever let go, slicking him so much already.

I could feel him being milked with every thrust, fighting some noise that could be declared sinful, feeling a pinch in my lower core that made me groan, “ugh!”

“You hiding your moans? Don’t act all tough “ He panted, holding my face by the jaw, sloppily kissing, “I know every noise you’ll make will be beautiful.”

“Ugh!” I gasped, still registering that pinch, “M-Matt!”

It made my body tremble, my brain having to process every move he made because it was so overloaded with pleasure and bliss, his pace quickening to satisfy both our needs.

A hand got tangled in his hair, pulling unintentionally, I just needed something, getting the contact I needed when I latched around his body, eyes rolling to the back of my head.

“Still not ready to tap yet?” He teased, not ready for the moan that jumped from his chest due to the feeling of my hips beginning to chase his, moving faster this his current pace.

“You should know by now, I don’t go down without a fight,” I growled, pulling at his hair a little again.

“You don’t go down without a fight?” He repeated with a deep grunt, making it tough for me not to fall into a puddle when he went off like a jackhammer, sentence being finished with a rough thrust.

With a tight scrunch of his nose, he sat up to admire his cock pulling back just to be sucked back in so quickly, biting his lips and focusing on the squelching sound being created between us, making an even bigger mess of me.

“G-go-“ I stuttered, a sharp arch forming in my lower back, fingernails scratching at the canvas.

“Spit it out,” He smiled, curious as to what I was going to say, thinking I was ready to tap.

“Got damn you, Matt,” I whined, gasping at the feeling of my sweet spot being hammered, rattling my body like an earthquake and I didn’t know how much my body could take before I became undone.

Matt could always read me well, doubling his efforts, such a sexy but devilish look on his face; hair falling down past his eyes, that look alone had me ready.

His eyebrows raised with expectancy when I became so dazed I could only babble out his name, lips having trouble that I made me drool.

To keep a stabilized flow of pleasure through me, he established a quick, pounding rhythm, balls slapping against my wet skin, raising my legs a little higher with a tight grip of my thighs.

It was as if someone was taking bumps in the ring with the way he was going, feeling every movement vibrate against my back and spine, ricocheting all over the place and making all of the pleasure ping around me and hit hard like a pinball machine.

There was no way I was going to get the chance to turn the tables and I didn’t want to. I wanted this and Matt blew my mind.

“I can’t understand you when you’re babbling like that,” Matt noted, wanting my words to express what was happening to my body.

My core coiled up like a spring, a spring that was ready to snap. It made my back arch harder on its own, almost making me sit up, but my body was also ready to collapse, keeping my shoulders down.

The heat was growing in the air thickly, making me overhear, breaking out in small sweats and with Matt going and going, his stamina showing no end, there was no running from the orgasm that lurked.

The squelching grew louder, deep groans rumbling in his chest from my walls pulsating, but there was no slowing him down.

“Matt!” I cried out loud, frantically grabbing him by the shoulders, needing his body for support, his heart pounding hard against my chest when gushing slick drenched his cock and thighs, making his cock pulsate, not daring to slow him down, delivering deep thrust and continuing to fuck me thoroughly.

There was no denying how good every part of it felt, but with all the heat trapped in my body, how my legs were shaking like hell, a faint ring in my ears when my chest stopped heaving, heartbeat echoing with a pound in my head.

With a faint wrist, I tapped his shoulder, holding his head that fell to my shoulder, kissing it with a smile, pinning his hips against mine to take a moment of his own to breathe.

The ring shook a little when he moved his knees, faintly giggling, “Your winner! Matt Jackson. Undefeated against Y/N!”

He was such a goof sometimes and I loved it, making me laugh hysterically when he added quickly, guilt in his voice, “Also, uhhhh, a new canvas is in this ring’s future.”

“Courtesy of Matt Jackson!” I huffed, mocking his announcer's voice.

He wasn’t done getting moans of out me yet, sharp whines falling from my lips when he sat up, slowly pulling out with a languid thrust, smiling into my eyes, “I think you and I should have more matches like these.”

“Oh yeah,” I grinned, blowing him a kiss, “I’m beating that undefeated streak of yours.”

#wrestling #wrestling imagine #wrestling fic #wrestling smut #aew #aew imagine #aew fic #aew smut #matt jackson #matt jackson x reader #matt jackson imagine #matt jackson fic #matt jackson smut #read and enjoy

[iwritebutshouldi]

Sentiment in a Bottle

Summary: You work as a coordinator for Fox Studios. The new project currently being in progress is the X-men movie! Things start out as always but when Evan Peters hits you with his car accidently, it starts an avalanche... Evan Peters x Reader! slowburn (very)

Warnings: None in this chapter, but there might be some smut in the future.

Chapter: 1.

You searched for the cream around you. You were sure that you had left it somewhere on the table back in the morning, but the mess the actors and actresses left after breakfast made it close to impossible to find anything there.

You sighed tiredly and started cleaning up the paper cups and plastic cutlery that were laying all over the little brown table. This was not exactly the job you applied for three years ago...

Technically, you were a coordinator. You warned the actors (and actresses) to get ready a few minutes before their take, dragged them to their makeup trucks and basically made sure that everyone was where they needed to be on time throughout the day. Even though on paper you were still just a simple coordinator, in the past years you had also became a personal assistant, lunch responsible, coffee machine and sometimes therapist. Unofficially of course.

But you still loved your job. Hollywood and the world of the movies had always attracted you like an oil lamp attracts moths, there was nothing you could really do about it. You even got a degree at an art school - as a screenwriter - but your chance to really become one had just not arrived yet.

Your coordinator work simply started out as an internship at Fox, but you did your job so well that the studio decided to keep you after finishing your school. You didn't mind as this way you could really get to know your way around the behind-the-scene parts of the movies and also worked on your scripts in your free time, hoping that one day you might can prove your bosses that you were worth it.

When the last paper plate landed inside the black plastic bag, you contentedly rubbed your hands together and returned to looking for the cream to put into the coffees for the stars of the film your studio had been working on lately. The new X-men movie! You loved it. You loved the cast as well as the crew and the mood in the building was always light and fun. Everyone always made fun of everything and they had these little games to play with each other which was always fun to watch.  

You looked at your small digital watch on your wrist to check the time. 10 minutes, you had left to prepare for the 8 stars that worked on their takes that day. You knew how they liked their coffees by heart after the first month of making it for them every single day so the recipes weren't a problem.  Jennifer asked it with sweeteners and no cream, Michael simply black, James asked it the sweet way and with quite much cream... And the butter! Damn, you forgot the butter again!  

Evan Peters liked his coffee with butter instead of milk - the vegan way - but for you it was so unusual that you always forgot to bring it with you in the mornings. You just hoped there was some leftover in the small fridge of the studio's kitchen and your heart beat up happily when you opened the door and did find some in the back of the refrigerator.

"Ah, thank god..." you mumbled to yourself as you bent down to grab it out and you were lucky since it was just the right amount as well. You still flinched, after weeks of making it every single day, when you dropped the little piece of cold butter into the hot liquid and impatiently stirred it with a spoon until it finally decided to melt away. You still had Alexandra's, Sophie's, Tye's and Nicholas' coffee left in 3 minutes.  

Your hands worked fast and with routine, you even had one single minute left before the takes are over and everyone has a break. You quickly grabbed a tray and placed everyone's cups on it, balancing your way out of the kitchen to be able to serve the caffeine to the stars just before lunch arrives finally as well. You heard the ring bell above you when you reached the area of green and blue screens, half filled with stage-sets to help the actors imagine their surroundings while acting.  

"Yes... LUNCH!" you heard Jennifer's voice in the distance and smiled to yourself how she always announced it like an alarm clock - everyone silently agreeing with her that it was indeed time for a good lunch. People worked a lot here. 16- and 18-hour days weren't rarities and meals were often late. Like almost every single day. You lost a few pounds immediately after you had started working in the industry, both from stress and the irregular meals as well.  

"Here." you reached his cup towards James who reached you first. Then Jen, Michael and everyone one after one, all of them smiling gratefully at you but... where was Evan? Only his cup was still on your tray. You looked around yourself, looking for a silver wig in the sea of people and you finally noticed him sitting in a corner, typing on his phone with a serious face.  

To make your job easier, you grabbed the cup into your right hand and placed the empty tray under your right arm, dancing between your busy co-workers. None of them looked your way just hurried towards something that was important for them so you had to be careful not to spill the drink in your hands.  

You sighed tiredly, feeling a thin strand of hair falling into your face when you finally made your way into the corner where the actor was still sitting all by himself. You coughed, but he was so into his phone that it was not enough for him to notice you at all.  

"Here's your... coffee." you said the last word, imitating a quotation mark with your free hand by the side of your head, but smiling kindly, making it clear that you were only joking. You teased him sometimes about the way he chose to drink his caffeine, but not too much so you wouldn't annoy him.

"I saw that." he said when he looked up at you and reached towards his shot of coffee. You felt his fingers slightly touch yours and since physical contact wasn't a usual thing between the stars and you, you felt your cheeks blush slightly.  

His face remained serious but you could see the corner of his lips twitch a little. He usually had a tired expression laying across his features when he wasn't acting, making it hard to find out what he was thinking about, but - even though you worked on the same set with him for the first time ever - you had already learned it was just the way he was.  

"Thanks." he said before sipping into his cup.  

"Of course." you smiled politely at him, and just when you turned away to go and prepare the table for the actor's lunch, you heard his voice again.  

"You should try it first, you know." he said, placing a gum between his lips when you looked back at him. When he saw your confused expression - at first you seriously thought he was meaning something about the gum - Oh, God, were your mouth stinking?? - he gestured at his coffee. "This, I mean." his eyes seemed to be twinkling in his amusement for a second and you felt yourself blush even harder than before.  

No! Stop it. Being embarrassed around the actors is so unprofessional. You're not some fangirl! You are working here...

"Oh... Yes! The coffee... I will! Definitely!" you said, but in the same way parents reassure their children about something that is not true at all, just to calm them. You saw him chuckle before turning away from him. You still had to prepare the table for the others! You hushed the image of his eyes staring at you out of your mind quickly before it could cause you any harm and concentrated on your job instead for the rest of the day...

***

The next morning you woke up forgetting everything completely. You hummed a song happily as you rode on your road bike on your way to the studio, maneuvering your way between the cars stuck in the everyday morning jam on the streets of Los Angeles. Fresh morning breeze tickled your face and you felt it was going to be a good day. For some reason you felt that nothing could stop you that day.  

And oh boy, how wrong you were...

The car came out of nowhere - even though you swore you had checked both sides of the road before crossing on your bike. You fell, no, you flew off your vehicle in such a perfect arc that even a professional athlete would have envied you. You did not really have time to react so your body hit the ground just like a ragdoll.  

You felt a sharp pain struck your chin and basically every limb of your body but you were lucky as you felt that you didn't hit yourself seriously. Bruises and frayed skin would remain on your body for days, you were sure about that, but nothing terminal.  

"God damn it..." you mumbled as you sat up, stroking your chin with your hand. So much about the perfect day...

"Jesus Christ, Y/N!" you heard as the door of the car that had hit you swung open. "I'm so sorry! Are you okay?" he crouched next to you, and when you gathered your strength to look up at him you almost fell back another time.  

It was Evan...

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[xbunnybunz]

always maybe never [wolf keum x reader]

Summary: A story in which you love Wolf Keum, and maybe he likes you back.

Genre: Romance, Angst, One-sided romance

Date: December 27, 2020

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“They took my glasses,” He said.

He looked pissed.

You watched him blankly, taking in his bruises, the scrapes and the blood.

“Did you lose?” It slips out of your mouth before you can stop it, and boy does that get him worked up.

“No.” He snaps, louder than before. Maybe be regrets it, maybe he’s tired, but he lowers his volume immediately after. “No. I fucking didn’t.”

Silence falls over the both of you. Over you, drenched, standing over him in a moldy, stinking alley. Over him, shielded from the rain with your umbrella, lip busted and knuckles bruised.

The red and blue lights of a police car soaring through the night carry into the alley. It throws hues of neon colors upon Wolf’s face, he’s so belligerent even like this, you think you might just leave him here.

“If you’re done asking me questions, you can fuck right off now.”

He’s a nasty little thing, but the way his eyes glint like diamonds in the sliver of yellowed streetlights intrigue you.

“How long were you planning to stay here then?”

He doesn’t respond. Shifts half an inch away from you, like he kinda wants you to leave and also not really.

“It’s real cold out tonight.” You say. And he looks seriously hurt, but you don’t say this aloud. You wonder what the fight was about, if it was worth ending up next to a dumpster for.

You move closer, kneel so you’re eye-level with him despite his adamancy to not even glance in your direction. The moon bounces light off his damp hair, first silver, then purple. The city lights tend to play tricks on your eyes.

“Let’s get somewhere warm, alright?”

You present a palm to him, face up and already starting to pool with rainwater.

It hangs in the air for a long moment, long enough for you to begin to retract it. But then he reaches out and grabs it, a large, calloused hand wrapping over your own. Even in the chill of twilight, a warmth blossoms there.

“You’re fucking annoying.” Is all he says.

You roll your eyes and hoist him up to the best of your ability, which included almost dislocating your elbow as he slowly picked himself up. It’s only when the top of his head hits your umbrella do you realize how much bigger he is than you.

“Here, you should take this.” You hold out the umbrella to him. He takes it wordlessly, placing it right between the both of you. He’s shivering, despite his best efforts to hide it, you can feel the tremor of his body when it brushes against yours for that golden split second.

You look up at him, eyeballing the furrow of his brows, the slight twitch of his lip, eyes cast somewhere far into a long distance. Just what was he looking away from?

You make it to a nearby hole-in-the-wall eatery without serious injury. He flops down onto the seat like a wet fish and grills the patrons who look at him funny.

“Play nice.” You hum, moving beside him and drying him out as best you could with takeout napkins.

He grunts and exhales deep and heavy from his nostrils, hair matted to his forehead and neck. You dab at it, wondering if the purple color would bleed like cheap tye-dye. Of course, it doesn’t.

“You have such an interesting taste.” You coo. Fingers find strands of hair and pinch, rolling.

He turns his head slightly to meet your gaze, eyes cold yet burning. Like this hasn’t happened before, like he hasn’t absolutely taken you apart and pieced you back together before.

“I know.”

Just those two words are enough to send electricity down your spine. You pull away before you’re zapped by this high voltage man.

You take a seat but never break eye contact with him.

The low buzz of the yellowed restaurant lights above you hum life into your fingertips, into your ears, into your heart. It’s nauseating to see the dark red and purple bruising on his cheek and browbone.

“You should find some hobbies,” You offer, voice quieter now. “Like knitting, or something.”

Your lips begin to quirk up, but his straight face drains you of that energy.

“Maybe later.” He says, and you remind yourself to start keeping a tally of each time he says that.

“Right.” You look down at your lap and laugh, but it sounds dry. “Let’s eat, and then I’ll bring you home.”

He doesn’t argue.

The next time you see him, he’s got his glasses again. He’s still scuffed from the last fight but at least he can walk straight now.

“Are you alone?” You ask, bumping hips with him behind the slushie machine.

He takes one crinkling bag of chips off the shelf, cellophane crackling under his fingers. There’s a black motorcycle helmet wedged under his arm and he’s got his riding sneakers on.

“Yeah.”

You peek at the door and true to his word, you only spot his motorbike and pedestrians cursing how it was parked.

“That’s rare,” You tease. You’re standing close to him, so you dare to brush your pinky against his. Nearly have a heart attack when he hooks his with yours.

You look up at him but he’s not looking at you. To anyone who wasn’t watching for a sign, he’d just be pondering the selection. But you were watching, always watching for anything. A glance, a flutter, a chance that he was really there with you.

Today, he’s generous. Staring straight ahead, he graces you with a slight upward curve of his lips. Just a bit, just enough to dimple his cheek, just enough for you.

Play it coy. You pull away from him and tiptoe between the fridges with a sway in your step. You pray and pray he’s following you. When you catch sight of his figure in the reflection of a coffee pot, you feel like a million bucks.

“Ah, I wonder what I should get for tonight.”

You don’t mind that you’re in the unthawed hams section because you know he’s not paying attention anyways. He’s just relying on muscle memory while you agonize over all your movements, you’ve both been through this a hundred times.

Right on beat, he asks the question you’ve been praying for.

“Do you need a ride home?”

His shoulders look broader when he rolls them, the red school blazer stretching and falling back into place. He has no idea how mad he drives you.

“Oh, I guess that’d be nice.”

He smirks, a wicked smile.

Or maybe he does.

You love riding on his motorcycle because everything smells like him, but you guess that’s easy when your face is buried in his hair and the crook of his neck.

Every time you wrap your arms around his waist, you hold onto him like you’ll lose him. One of these days, you swear you will. Sometimes you catch him throwing a glance over his shoulder, and sometimes you wonder if today’s the day he’ll finally tell you to let go. But it never is.

The wind whips about the both of you and blisters your cheeks with the cold. He’s slowed down, and you love it because you know he rides like a demon without you.

The city lights zip by you like fireflies in the distance, the glow of commercial buildings dwindling to zero as you enter the residential area. The scrape of rubber tires on concrete pavement makes people peep out their windows, tongue in cheek, before closing the blinds.

“How are you back there?” He asks at a red light, voice muffled from under his helmet.

“Warm.” You lie. Kind of.

His chest moves in rippling motion that might’ve been a chuckle, might’ve been a cough. And he’s off again. Your eyes close and you hold him closer to you, feel his body and heartbeat against yours, breathe in the smell of his cologne, his bodywash. For the few minutes you’re on the back of his bike, there is only you and him in the universe.

It always ends a second sooner than you remember it should, and it makes you wonder if he’s riding faster or if you’re too eager. He shakes out his helmet hair and helps you off the bike like a proper gentleman, rare for someone as unruly as Wolf Keum.

“Thanks.” You say, and peer at him through your lashes, batting them slowly. You’re feeling cold and emboldened tonight, so you’re hoping he’ll take the bait.

He reaches out, long fingers brushing aside your windswept hair. He traces your jaw and it feels like home, like victory, like you’ve almost got him where you want him.

The warm lights of your house illuminate his face softly and silhouettes his more angular, predatory features. It brings out the Wolf Keum you know and you yearn to keep him like this forever, away from the bloody knuckles and broken bones that make him so sharp to hold.

“Do you want to come in?”

His eyes are calm, barely a trace of emotion save for keen interest. You pray to all the gods that he’ll come in just this once, after so many nights of being left empty handed. For a second, you think the heavens have heard you when he misses his cue to shake his head like every other time. His hesitation is dizzying, and the adrenaline that pumps through you overpowers even the motorbike ride.

He ponders for just a second too long, and his phone rings.

It snaps both of you out of the reverie. From where you stand, you can see the caller ID. Donald Na.

Wolf turns away and takes a step towards his bike to pick up the call. You can’t help the hand that goes out after him. When he looks back to you, he gestures to his phone.

“Maybe later.” He mouths.

And you smile and nod, because that’s what you always do. You watch as he pulls on his helmet and gets on the bike, idle chatter falling from his lips and into the receiver. When he drives away, the exhaust from his bike billows behind him and clouds your vision with smoke. You return home without knowing if he’d waved goodbye.

It’s a temperate day when you speak to him next.

You’re sitting in the park waiting for Wolf, shaded by trees and warmed by the sun. You’ve left the remainders of your croissant on the floor and it’s become a meal for a flurry of pigeons, cooing and flocking by our feet. An ant crawls up to your sneaker, confused with the obstruction. You’re entertained by it’s strange dancing for a few moments before a shadow crosses your vision.

“Hey.” He says.

You smile. “Hey yourself.”

He exhales through his nose in a manner that you assume is amusement.

You pat the seat next to you and he eases himself onto it, stretching out his legs and sending some pigeons head-bobbing awkwardly away from him.

Mindlessly, you note that he’s abandoned his blazer today, opting to tie it around his waist instead.

Birds chirp overhead and the grass tickles your ankles. There’s the sound of children laughing and the rushing of a fountain a ways from you.

He’s relaxed. You can tell from the way he’s kicking his feet.

You peek at where his hands are and notice that they’re close enough to feel his warmth, but don’t miss the bandages on his knuckles and forearms.

“You’ve been busy?” You ask. You pretend it’s a joke but it’s not actually.

He raises his arm and regards it as if it doesn’t break your heart to see him like this. “This? It’s nothing. Some shithead thought using a pocket-knife would hold us off.”

Something in your chest twists.

“That’s funny.”

He hums in agreement and you want to choke him for it.

You let the sounds of the park ease your mind and his. Wonder silently if there’s even a point to all of this heartache, this outlandish game of who-gives-less-fucks anymore.

Beside you, Wolf leans back and lets the sunlight wash over his face, his neck, his chest.

His eyes are closed, but you can see his eyelids fluttering slightly, like he wants to look into the sun but the brightness scares him. His messy lavender hair sweeps over his forehead and spills over his ears, just brushing the nape of his neck with soft curls. It’s nearly concealed, but you can see a faint line of a scar peeking out at you. Just past his adams apple, trailing upwards to his jaw. When he first got it, he refused to say where or how it had happened, but you’d be a fool to not know only metal and gems cut so deep.

This isn’t the only scar he adorns. You’ve memorized the marks he has lining his body like constellations; switchblade starry sky and cigarette burn borealis. In the sun, you can see the endless expanse of marks on his skin like a splatter of cursed stars. There’s far too many for you to count, so you turn away and rest your eyes.

It remains like this for a moment longer, but then he says something that surprises you.

“I’ve been thinking about it.”

Your head snaps towards him, blink and situate yourself further in your seat, wondering if you had somehow fallen asleep and wandered into a dream.

Wolf nods once and the action is slow, like he’s still churning the words in his head.

“Yeah,” he says, voice low. “Everything about this situation is... Strange.”

He picks up a hand and gazes at it, brows furrowed. He clenches a fist and unclenches it, turning it this way and that in the light of the sun.

“But say I do leave, right? Then what will I have left to do? My school life is shot, and no one dares to approach me.”

He drops his hand and looks at the clouds rolling lazily over the blue sky.

“If I leave, what will I have left?”

You almost want to laugh, almost want to cry, or maybe do both at the same time. You want to ask him if he remembers who is speaking to at all, but you cannot find the courage.

Suddenly, he looks in your direction and that peaceful yet painful moment is over. A strange look crosses his face and you can feel him tensing, back becoming just a bit straighter.

As you turn, the sound of a hundred of flapping wings taking off meets your ears. The shadows of pigeons in flight scatter across grass and the park path, crossing over the figures approaching briefly before ascending skyward.

The first foot to emerge from the shadows belongs to a tall blond hair with sharp eyes, followed by three or so other men.

You stare, but he doesn’t spare a glance in your direction.

“Keum, didn’t expect to see you in this part of Yeongduengpo.”

Wolf remains reticent. You look at him but he won’t take his eyes off of Donald.

Donald raises a hand to gesture to Wolf and you don’t miss the way his silver rings glint in the midday sun, all precious metal and shining gemstone. When he speaks, it’s almost a hiss.

“Come, I have last week’s reports to discuss with you.”

He doesn’t move from beside you, but you can hear him swallow thickly.

Donald begins to stroll again, the men beside him following suit. As he passes Wolf, he fails to even regard you and it makes you feel tiny.

A second passes as he holds his gaze with Wolf, it’s a challenge to disobey and it’s not at all unfamiliar to you. Those dreary nights Wolf has spent with you, both a man and a husk of a man, is because of Donald Na. It is within this essential and excruciating second that his behavior either becomes normal or abnormal, dictates whether he steeps deeper into that endless black sea or fights amidst the raging storm.

In this second, you hope he remembers himself, hope he remembers you. Those endless nights you’ve spent picking up pieces of his shattered self, putting him back together and brushing over the cracks with adoration. Those endless nights you’ve spent despairing for him, for yourself, for all the tears you’ve cried when trying to convince yourself this won’t get any better.

You hope that he proves you wrong this one time, hope that in his heart, he knows he’ll always have you.

But when you feel him pull his hand from yours, you already understand his answer.

You’re acquainted with this sensation in your throat, this burning in the back of your eyes. It’s made a home in your heart, barren since the day you ever laid eyes on Wolf Keum.

Still, a final flame of hope flickers within you.

You grab his hand just before he’s out of reach. When he looks back, he’s all sharp teeth and hard eyes but it’s nothing you can’t handle.

“Can we…” You want to speak, but your tongue feels leaden and dry. “Can we speak about this soon?”

Wolf’s face remains the blasé, brows set in a furrow and lips downturned into just the slightest scowl.

To a passerby who wasn’t looking for signs, he may seem apathetic, annoyed, even. But you were no passerby. For Wolf Keum, you’d always be willing. Waiting. Watching. For a glance, for a flutter, for anything that meant you hadn’t been the only one foolishly in love the entire time.

And for a second, you think he regards you with a gleam in his eye, something that resembles sorrow, or regret, or anything else that may ease the stale aching of your heart. But when he opens his mouth, it’s that same damning line again, that empty promise that keeps you stumbling in darkness for a trace of salvation.

“Maybe later.”

It will only ever be Wolf Keum that you allow yourself to be swindled by every time. You promise yourself this. Release his hand, or he pulls it away from you. You cannot tell which came first.

“I understand.” You say, heart breaking again.

You never will.

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[spicykoreantatertots]

Camp Blue Side - Part Two

Pairing: Jung Hoseok x Reader

Genre: Summer Camp AU, Non Idol AU

Rating: 18+ (eventual smut)

Word Count: 3.2k

Warnings: Swearing, angst, (more in future parts)

Summary: Last summer, sparks flew between you and Hoseok. He had an unforgettable smile, and you were putty in his hands. By the end of the summer, promises were made and you shared your phone number. But he never called. This summer, you're back at camp with a vengeance. Ghosted or not, you're ready for some friendly competition. He may be a Camp Blue Side veteran, but you won't back down.

Notes: This fic has been updated and is now part of the Summer of Love Collab! Please join us as we finish summer strong with seven summer themed fics!

Summer of Love Masterlist

Beta Readers: @thesoftsoobin

Banner: @sunshinejunghoseokie​

Camp Blue Side - Part One - Part Two - Part Three - Part Four

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The staff parking lot is filled with cars and this year’s counselors are celebrating each other’s arrival. Each time a new car pulls up, usually honking loudly, the group cheers. Just about everyone has arrived already, Namjoon is fiddling with his clipboard and pen. Everyone should have been here by now.

Hoseok arrived about ten minutes ago. His beat up old mazda pulled up and you did your best not to look in his direction, only stealing a glance as he exited the car. The only way to describe that man is bright. Neon green shoes, rainbow tye-dye shirt, and his dazzling heart-shaped smile. 

Somehow, he was even more beautiful than you remembered. You had spent the past school year hating him, but now he’s here, in the flesh, and you just want to feel his arms around you. You tore your eyes away from Hoseok, and you felt Seokjin’s hand on your shoulder. It grounded you back in reality.

As the final car, holding Jimin and Jungkook, pulls up, half-hearted cheers ring through the crowd. Not that you aren’t all excited to see Jimin and Jungkook, but no one likes to see an angry Namjoon. 

“Hey! It’s Jimin’s fault, okay? I even got to his place early!” Jungkook jumps out of the car, hands held defensively in front of his body. Jimin, screaming his rebuttal from inside the car, is cut off by Namjoon’s announcement. 

“Now that everyone is finally here, we will give cabin assignments and you can all get settled in before dinner.” Seokjin, standing a good two feet away from Namjoon, produces a clipboard from his backpack and begins listing off the cabin assignments. Two counselors of the same gender identity per cabin. 

Of course, you already know who your cabin mate will be this year. You’ve learned a lot of privileged information by arriving early with Seokjin. 

“Margo! Hey! We’re paired up this year in Cabin 2.” You whisper, not wanting to speak over your friend. 

“Oh hey, that’s awesome! Let’s go!” Margo picks up one of her bags and you reach to grab the other. The two of you walk off to Cabin 2, making casual small talk about the past year away from Camp. 

You were stoked to see a familiar name next to yours on the cabin list. Although you and Margo barely kept up with each other over the summer, you had gotten to know her quite well the year before. She was a first year counselor, and you were only a second year. You knew what it was like to feel alone, so you tried to take her under your wing and show her the ropes. 

She ended up being a great person to talk to about your crush on Hoseok, and well now you have a lot of tea to spill. 

“And he just... never called? Or texted?” Margo asks, eyes wide in disbelief. 

“Nope.” 

“But he’s here now.”

“Yep.”

“And you’re going to be competing against him in team competitions.” 

“Exactly.” You share a devious smile.

“This is going to be an interesting summer, isn’t it?” Your cabin mate asks with a sigh.

“You bet your ass it is.”

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After Margo got her belongings unpacked and stowed away, the two of you head to the Mess Hall for dinner and to catch up with your fellow counselors. You’d be lying if you said you weren’t nervous to see Hoseok and to have to explain to everyone why the two of you weren’t... together. 

But it appears that Hoseok may already be handling that himself. A group of male counselors are sitting at a table where he is recounting some tale, and they are all listening intently. 

You can’t quite make out what he is saying, but you spot Seokjin sitting at a different table with Yoongi and a young guy you don’t recognize. Must be Yeonjun, the new JC who will be co-leading Team One with Hoseok. You’ll be keeping an eye on him. Seokjin waves you over and Margo follows you. 

“What has he been telling everyone?” You hiss at the guys when you sit. 

“Well...” Seokjin starts and your heart begins to sink. You know that tone.

“He’s got a new girlfriend.” Yoongi says, ripping the bandaid off in one swift motion. It stings. “He’s been bragging about her to all the guys. She’s hot and they met at work, or something like that.” He adds. 

“Ah.” You try to breathe through the feeling of your stomach dropping out, and Margo pats your bag gently. You spent the past year hoping he would call, processing the fact that he wasn’t going to, and burning with righteous fury. And now... you just want to cry. 

But you can’t let anyone see you cry. Especially not here and not now. Hoseok may have hurt you, but you can’t let him know you’re in pain. 

“Alright everyone, while we’re waiting on our dinner, let’s pair up in our activity groups and get to know each other a little better!” Namjoon announces and the room begins to buzz as everyone finds the people they would be working with this summer. 

You look around for Margo’s twin brother, Mack. He is going to be your co-leader for Team Two this year. 

“Hey Y/N!” Mack says, extending his hand for a fist bump. 

“What’s up! You excited to crush Team Two and Team Three this year?” You may be over-enthusing to make sure you don’t seem... sad. 

“Yeah! I’m sure you are too. Especially to beat Hoseok’s team.” Gulp.

“I do love some friendly competition, haha.” You reply dryly. 

“Well aren’t you guys together?”

“Uh...” you pause, color draining from your face.

“Oh god. I’m so sorry. He was talking about some awesome girl he’s been dating. I only caught part of the conversation, I thought he was talking about you.” Mack, looking mortified, tries to explain himself.

“No, it’s okay. He ghosted me. I haven't heard from him since last summer.” You clarify. Mack looks so sorry he mentioned it.

“Well I guess we really do have to beat his team now, don’t we?” He says with a smirk.

While Mack makes some more small talk about the plan for the coming weeks, your eyes scan the room. Everyone is paired off in their little teams. Yoongi is with Xavier, his Music co-leader, Taehyung with his Arts & Crafts co-leader, but his eyes are across the room on the Lead Counselor in Training who is chatting with Namjoon and taking notes on her clipboard. You spot Hoseok all the way on the furthest side of the Mess Hall from you. He’s talking to Yeonjun, facing away from you and that feels intentional. 

When the cook, Heather, steps out of the kitchen with a large sheet pan full of pizza, the counselors cheer. Then they immediately run to get in line, but before they can be served, Heather goes back into the kitchen. 

“How are you doing?” Seokjin asks, lining up behind you.

“Fine, Jin. Just fine.” 

“So, not fine, then?” He quips, laying a hand on your shoulder. 

“He’s gotten ahead of the narrative.” You reply, but he gives you a puzzled look. “He’s already told everyone about a girl and now I just look... pathetic.” 

“You’re not pathetic, Y/N.” Seokjin replies, giving your shoulder a pat. 

Heather returns from the kitchen with a tray of side salads and a tray of desserts, a choice between a sugar cookie and chocolate pudding. 

Unsurprisingly, you can see that Hoseok has secured a spot at the front of the line. Against your will, you watch him closely. He grabs his pizza, two slices, grabs a side salad, and reaches for a pudding cup. Something in your stomach twists, and you just want to get out of there. 

“Hey, where are you going?” Seokjin asks, but you’re already out the door. 

You try to hold back tears as you walk toward your cabin. 

He used to give you his chocolate puddings. Who is he going to give it to now? Why would he pick it up if he doesn’t even like them. 

When you make it back to the cabin, you throw yourself onto your bunk and let the tears flow into the pillow. Seeing Hoseok has been harder than you anticipated. 

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“Hey, Y/N, you okay?” Margo asks, tiptoeing into the cabin.

“Yeah, you should head back, isn’t everyone still hanging out?” You ask, bring your head up from the pillow. It’s dark outside already.

“Well, no. It’s kind of late. Did you eat anything?” She asks.

“Yeah, I had a protein bar.” You reply, but your stomach growls, as if to say, that wasn’t enough. Margo reaches into her bag and pulls out a package of oreos, holding it in your direction. 

You cave, holding your palm open for a handful of the cookies. Your nearly empty stomach accepts the sweet treat and settles. 

“Did everyone notice I left, they must think I’m so pathetic.” You pout. 

“You wanna know what everyone noticed?” You nod in response to Margo’s question. “Everyone noticed that Hoseok left as soon as he realized you were gone.”

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CPR training is a vital part of the yearly annual counselor training. Everyone needs to know how to resuscitate and potentially save the lives of the campers. Though it is a very serious topic, it’s hard to take the CPR dummies seriously. The faceless, limbless, lifeless dolls look very much like... blow up dolls. 

“If I hear one more moan out of you guys I will dock your pay!” Namjoon shouts over the chorus of immaturity. Very suddenly, the room goes quiet, “I thought that might get your attention, now Seokjin, please continue with the demonstration.” 

“Yes sir.” Seokjin replies, holding back a smirk.

He begins pumping the inanimate heart to the beat of a song and your eyes wander to Hoseok across the room. He’s giggling and whispering something to Yeonjun. Those boys will be fierce competition. 

It’s something you thought about this morning on your run. As you were jogging on the wooded trail, you realized Mack was right, you have to do everything in your power to take Team One down. The fire of competition will get you through the sadness of Hoseok’s betrayal. And tonight, you’ll get your first shot at beating them in the game of glow in the dark capture the flag.

Standing from his kneeling position, Seokjin asks, “Alright, who is up next?”

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The sun has set and the teams have been divided for a game of capture the flag. Hoseok ended up on Seokjin’s team, and although you wish you were on your friend’s team, you’re relieved you didn’t end up on Hoseok’s. 

“Okay, Y/N, you’re a runner, I want you and Ryujin to be in charge of trying to get their flag. The rest of us will try to distract their team and protect our flag.” Namjoon orders in the huddle. The huddle breaks and everyone waits for the final ray of sunlight to fall behind the horizon. 

“I’m nervous.” Ryujin whispers to you while you stretch your calves.

“Ah yeah, you probably should be.” You joke. “Listen, all you need to worry about is getting tagged. Just don’t let anyone touch you and do your best to stay hidden. If you get your hands on the flag, just sprint back to our base.”

“You make it sound easy.” She laughs.

Seokjin’s whistle sounds and you take off. Ryujin, poor girl, runs straight for the field between the two bases. A rookie mistake. You, however, have played this game before. You run to the trees on the side of the field to take cover and watch the game unfold. 

It’s hard to see, but you can just make out Ryujin’s form running around the field dodging other bodies. It looks like so far your team is doing a good job of keeping the flag safe. Namjoon tackles a member of the other team and you decide to make a run for the other team’s base while everyone is distracted. 

You can hear your heart beating in your ear as the blood rushes to your legs. You’ve almost run the whole distance of the field behind the trees when you hear something. Suddenly a pair of neon green shoes catches your eyes. Hoseok. 

Holding your breath, you take cover, crouching behind a tree and hope to god that he doesn’t come over here. If he knew it was you, maybe he would spare you both the confrontation. You count to 60, slowly, and when he doesn’t come, you decide to stand up, intending to run for their base in a hail mary attempt to win. 

But you’re cut short. Just a few feet away, Hoseok is standing, waiting. He doesn’t move at first, but after a few breaths, he takes a step, and another. You can finally make out his eyes in the darkness. It’s the first eye contact you’ve made so far.

There are no words shared between you. At this moment your mind is blank. Having your old summer fling within arms reach is overwhelming. You feel the pull to reach out to him. He’s eyes are looking directly into yours and for a moment it looks like he’s going to speak. But he stops himself, his brows furrow for a moment, and then, he runs.

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After a long week of training, morning runs, avoiding Hoseok, and trying to figure out what happened between you and him during the capture the flag game, you are really looking forward to lake day. A day off from training before final camp preparations take place. The campers will be arriving in just two days. 

You are one of the first ones to show up at the beach after lunch. You wasted no time changing into your bathing suit and slapping on some sunscreen. Jungkook and Jimin, the aquatic leaders, had already arrived as well. 

Other counselors trickle in and you get to watch their interactions. It’s only been a few days, but everyone is already back into the Camp Blue Side swing of things. 

The JCs all tend to head straight for the lake, while the older counselor’s chill on the beach. You’ve opted to sunbathe for a while before cooling off in the lake. You expect Seokjin will take a spot next to you when he arrives. 

The LCT has found a spot on the sand with Yoongi and Taehyung, no surprises there. She’s delicately rubbing sunscreen on Taehyung’s back. When she finishes, Taehyung’s Arts & Crafts co leader calls him over and he puts sunscreen on her back. You’re pretty sure you can see steaming coming out of the LCT’s ears. 

Someone lets out a joyful shout as they run from the edge of the beach all the way down the dock and jump into the lake. Hoseok.

“He really is still a camper at heart, isn’t he?” Seokjin asks as he sets his towel out next to yours. 

“If you mean to say he’s a child, then I can agree with that.” You roll your eyes. He is horsing around in the water with the JCs, no wonder they all look up to him. Yeonjun, his co-leader, is trying to pull his head underwater, but Hoseok isn’t budging. 

He hasn’t changed much and it takes you back to last summer. The campers would climb all over him during lake days, and he would let them. Once the two of you had become... a thing, you would always notice that he didn’t rub in the sunscreen on his nose. It became your responsibility to make sure the lotion was rubbed in all the way. 

“Y/N, Jin! We need one more for volleyball!” Jimin’s invitation brings you back to reality. Seokjin consults you before claiming the spot. You follow him over to the net to watch the game. Hoseok is playing. 

At first, you try not to watch him, but when the game gets going, Hoseok steps up his game. He serves, he sets, he dives, it’s hard not to watch him. You notice, toward the end of the game, that Hoseok has his signature white streak across his nose. He catches you looking, but instead of looking away, you point to your nose. 

Hoseok, still looking at you, misses a ball that lands right next to him, losing the game for his team. 

“Hoseok! What the hell man?” Jimin shouts, frustrated by Hoseok’s lack of attention. 

“Sorry, sorry. I got... distracted.” Hoseok replies, picking up the volleyball. “Round two anyone?”

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“All right campers, let’s give a big round of applause to Heather for cooking our dinner tonight!” Seokjin announces over the microphone. The children, hyped up on carbs from dinner, cheer loudly for the Camp chef. They all arrived just a few hours ago, descending on camp like a swarm of buzzing bees. 

You’re a bit of a nervous wreck. For some god forsaken reason, you decided that you could volunteer to give a presentation at the camper orientation, and now you’re about to have to do that. Your notecards are organized and you rehearsed your talking points with Margo twice, but it doesn’t feel like enough when there are close to one hundred people in the audience. 

“Okay, now that we’ve gone over the basic camp rules, let’s give it up for Y/N, the Team Two leader who will be discussing the team games!” Seokjin says cheerfully, stepping off the stage and handing the microphone over to you. This is it. 

“Hey everyone! Who’s excited for the team games this year?” You ask, a big smile across your face. Of course everyone, counselor’s included, cheer loudly. 

“Yeah, that's great to hear. I am also very excited. As you can tell I took a lot of notes to make sure I give you all the important info.” You joke, but there’s only a few scattered laughs. You have to tuck the microphone into your arm awkwardly so you can flip your note card over to find the right page.

“Oh well they’re out of order, so I guess...” You look out into the crowd of expectant faces. Some of the campers are already not paying attention, you’ve lost them. As always, Hoseok catches your eye. He can see you’re floundering already, and he smirks. He fucking smirks. “I’ll have to wing it.” You finish your thought and toss the notecards to the side.

You manage to get through it, even working a few jokes in here and there. And it seems like the kids are really pumped for the team activities and the competition. 

“Okay, I think next up is Jungkook with some information about water activities and lake day!” The kids cheer, the girls squeal, all too excited for Jungkook to be on stage. 

“Hey, that was pretty good Y/N!” Seokjin whispers as you step back down from the stage.

“You missed a few talking points though-” Namjoon’s critique is cut short.

“You were GREAT!” Seokjin reaffirms. 

~~~~~~~

Hushed whispers can be heard in the cabin, but it’s the first night and you’re not going to try to enforce lights out. You would probably be struggling to fall asleep either way. 

Your interactions with Hoseok thus far have been quite puzzling. He has been confusing, rude, and annoying, but what does it mean? You keep thinking about the look in his eye that night during capture the flag. You could feel a spark between you, but he almost looked pained. But he’s the one who caused your pain. 

Maybe he’s just trying to get under your skin to make sure his team wins. Well tomorrow is day one of camp, and you’ll be damned if you let him win.

~~~~~~~​

#Camp Blue Side

[yamanakas-deserve-better]

Chakra exhaustion/Inojin Oneshot

Sai was having a good day today. Ino had her first day off in months and he finally caught the person the ANBU corps were after for three weeks.

“Go home Sai, and relax. You’re finished for the day. I swear you and Ino both work so much I don’t know how you guys manage to still work at the flower shop. Anyways, Ino also finally agreed to take a day off as should you. Go home to your family” Naruto told him with a warm small after debriefing.

“Thank you hokage sama I think I would love to take a day of” Sai said smiling before starting to leave with a very flustered hokage behind him

“Hey stop this don’t call me that it’s weird”

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Once he reached his home, and he felt Ino’s calm chakra inside he felt something warm bubble up in his chest and he smiled a bit. He can now identify this feeling because he only gets it when he’s around the blond beauty. It’s love and desire. Who would have thought that a nobody like him would get to marry a beautiful strong loving woman like Ino and have an amazing son like Inojin on top of being the ANBU head.

Once he bypassed all traps and seals he and Ino worked on for three months once they renovated their home when they found out they were having Inojin, he finally unlocked the door (don’t judge them he’s the leader of ANBU as well as a former ROOT member, and his wife is head of Konoha’s barrier and analysis team who trained under the paranoia king himself Ibiki Morino).

Their peers made fun of them for the over the top security and called them paranoid freaks but Sai didn’t care a bit. His precious people are behind these doors so if he has to spend his life making new traps and setting dangerous seals all over the perimeter he would gladly do so to protect them.

Once he finally got in and removed his shoes, Ino came to the door to greet her husband with a hug and a quick kiss

“Hello beautiful, I finished early today and took the rest of the day off to spend it with you and Inojin”

“Well I’m glad I missed spending time with you guys. I feel like we’ve both been so busy lately that we haven’t really had time to sit around as a family” Ino smiled at her husband lovingly.

“Ah, how about we both prepare a family dinner to surprise Inojin” Sai said and took Ino’s hand after she nodded

“Agreed let’s prepare Inojin’s favourite food”

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“I heard you finally caught that missing-nin” Ino said as she started putting out the stuff they need while Sai washed his hands

“Yeah finally. How’s everything at T&I and the clinic? I feel like they are working you to the bone there”

Ino regarded her husband with a gentle expression. He has certainly changed over the years. He had come a long way from the emotionless man he used to be to the amazing caring man in front of her today. She doesn’t know how she got this lucky. “Yeah but don’t worry about it I’m happy. I actually get to help people”

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After finishing up and setting the table, tye couple just sat and waited for their son to return who was taking way more time than usual.

“Shouldn’t he be home by now?” Sai asked his wife

“Yeah, but what if he decided to hang out with his friends, I mean he doesn’t know that we’re both off today it was supposed to be a surprise”

“Oh, maybe we should have-” but before Sai could continue his sentence, the door bell rang and both Ino and Sai bolted to the door to greet their son.

Once they opened the door, they were shocked to see both Shikadai and ChoCho holding up a very pale- paler than usual Inojin with Mogei-sensei behind them.

“INOJIN” Ino gasped reaching out for her son “what happened?”

“Inojin are you alright?” Sai asked Inojin but only got a pained whimper in return.

“What happened?” Sai asked Mogei looking very distressed and it took her back. She has never really seen Sai express this emotion before. It was weird. The only thing she usually saw from this man was his weird fake smiles.

“Uh uhm- I am sorry I believe Inojin is sick and has a fever, I tried to tell him to leave early but he wouldn’t listen and kept going on and on about how he needs to train and kept insisting that he’s okay. But he collapsed during training and he didn’t want to go the hospital. He has a mild fever, the doctor prescribed this medication and said that he should relax. So he’s on bed rest for a week” Mogei said before squinting her eyes at Inojin “that means I don’t want to see you training this week at all. Even alone”

Inojin could only nod in answer as Ino gently stroked his hai and Sai held hand.

“Sorry aunt Ino and uncle Sai we should’ve told him to quite before it escalated this far” ChoCho apologized

“No honey it’s not your fault it’s mine I’m his mother I should’ve noticed this morning that he wasn’t himself”

“I agree with Ino we should have noticed that he was tired. Thank you for bringing him home” Sai said

“No problem. Hey jin if you want anything we’re here” Shikadai said and ChoCho immediately agreed with him.

“Come on kids let’s go. Inojin needs to rest I’ll walk you home. Excuse me. I’ll come to visits later” Mogei said before bowing

“Yeah we’ll come visit when he gets better” ChoCho said

“Come kids” Mogei ushered the duo away from the Yamanaka household mindful of all the traps set.

“Paranoid freaks” she muttered fondly “I hope Inojin doesn’t get that from them”

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After the new team 10 left, Ino still holding Inojin with the help of Sai managed to move their son somewhat comfortably to lie down on the sofa.

“Here honey, I’m sorry I haven’t noticed I’ll bring you something to drink. You need to keep your fluids up”

Ino said as she stoked her sons’s hair a bit before rising from her place beside her husband.

Sai watched as Ino to the kitchen to prepare something for their son then looked back at his distressed son. He removed his shoes and equipments as well as his headband. When he looked back at Inojin, he was paler than before and sweaty. Sai didn’t know what to do and began to panic. He knows that people die from fevers. He’s seen it firsthand during his ROOT missions. Before he could dwell more on the thought Ino came back looking guilty and conflicted as she set aside the bowl of water with the cloth and the soup she made.

“Here honey, I’m going to help you sit up now okay?” Ino said warmly “Anata can you help me sit him up?” Sai immediately spranged into action and helped her adjust their son before wetting the cloth and putting it on his forehead.

“Come on Jin eat up for me” his wife said but Inojin didn’t want to eat and kept whimpering. Ino sighed sadly before looking up at Sai with tears in her eyes “how could I let this happen. I’m his mother and a freaking medic, how did I not notice him getting sick”

“Come on Ino he’s the son of two stubborn people who wouldn’t admit they’re sick” he tried to console her but the panic from before came back when Inojin stared whispering incoherent things

“The teapots are moving”

“What?” Both Ino and Sai looked at their son confused

“Why is there a star in our house. Gasp. Are we in space. Gasp. Did we move to space? How am I going to see my friends down. It will be a long travel back to earth, and neither Shikadai nor ChoCho will visit” I join grumbled looking very feverish “those lazy shits”

Ino and Sai looked at each other in alarm before Sai voiced his concerns out loud.

“Is he broken? You know, I’ve seen people die from fevers what if he die?” Sai said with a very panicky voice that was so un-Sai like.

“Oh my god” once Ino registered her husband’s words she started running to the nearest phone “I’m going to call Sakura”

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When Sakura arrived at the Yamanaka household and saw all the hiding beasts that Sai drew for “surveillance” she shook her head and muttered “paranoid freaks”. Not now Sakura, Ino was very distressed on the phone.

Upon enetering the household she found a very distressed Sai and Ino sitting around Inojin who was looking very feverish. She frowned before addressing the couple “hey guys what’s going on? Is he okay?”

“No he has a fever and it’s all my fault” Ino said

“We are afraid that he’s going to die” Sai said and Sakura frowned when Ino nodded beside him

“What are you talking about why would he die?” She was very concerned now. She immeu ran up to Inojin to try and check him. Try is the keyword.

“Ugly make sure you inspect him thoroughly I remember my ROOT partner died from a fever like this” Sai said and Ino went paler

“Oh my god”

“Also ugly please check his pulse what if the fever already reached his heart”

“Ugly what if it reached his brain already. I’ve read somehwere that fevers can do that”

“Ugly why isn’t he awake yet?”

With every panicky comment or question from Sai, Ino turned more anxious and started tearing up

“Ugl-” before Sai could continue she cut off Sai’s concerned voice with a very angry look that the worried couple were silenced “Ino you’re a medic-nin you should know that it’s a mild fever and that it won’t kill him. Also Sai stop making Ino anxious. Your partner likely died due to injuries that got infected not just a fever”

After thoroughly checking him she sighed and turns her gaze to the worried couple. Sai was holding Ino close while she was trying to keep her tears at bay.

“Don’t worry guys he’s fine. He’s suffering from Chakra exhaustion which was the cause for the fever. He’ll be alright after taking two chakra pills but exhausted. He should also take the medication the doctor gave him”

“Thank you Ugly” Sai sighed in relief and Sakura didn’t have it in her to kick his face when he called her ugly after seeing his concerned face.

“Yeah sorry Sakura I forgot everything I knew about medicine when I saw him like that”

“It’s okaaay it happens remember when Sarada got sick and I had to call you in the middle of the night because was panicking” Sakura chuckled and the tired couple in front of her loosened up a bit

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After Sakura left, both Ino and Sai remained seated beside Inojin waiting for him to wake up

“I’m sorry Sai I should’ve paid more attention”

“No beautiful it wasn’t you fault. We were both very busy this week and tired”

Ino was about to say something when Inojin stirred and opened his eyes a bit

“UGHHHHH where am I?”

“Your home Jin. It me and your dad is here as well”

“Hello son” Sai gave him a warm smile “you gave us quite the scare”

“Yeah why were you training when you were sick I thought you knew better” Ino Hughes her son tightly

“Mom I can’t breath”

“Sorry honey” she chuckled a bit before frowning and looking at him seriously “don’t you ever pull a stunt like that ever again”

Inojin sighed and looked down on his hands

“What’s going on Inojin. You can talk to us” Sai said softly

“I’m sorry. I won’t do it again. I just feel like...nevermind”

“Come on Jin don’t do that I’m worried. Is it us? I know we’ve been very busy lately but I promise you that this won’t happen again” Ino looked at her son with tears in her eyes and Inojin felt bad. He hates seeing his mother cry, especially if he was the cause of the tears “no mom it’s not that. I just feel weak” he sighed and looked down at his hands again “I am the son of two of the most powerful shinobi and the heir of one the most formidable clans. I mean dad is the freaking head of ANBU and one of the hokage’s most trusted men and advisors and mom you’re clan head and head two departments in T&I as well as being a medic...I just wanna make you both proud of me. Look at Shikadai. He made chunnin and even ChoCho mastered her clan techniques. I can’t even do our clan’s jutsu” Both Ino and Sai looked at each other confused “You’re not weak son. In fact with a bit more training I believe you can be one of the strongest shinobi in the village of the leaf” Sai said as he laid his hand on his head “but even the strongest ninja need to rest. Chakra exhaustion is no joke”

“He’s right Jin. We both are very proud. Besides the Yamanaka techniques are very hard. Harder than the Nara’s and Akimichi’s. They need more focus and are more dangerous” His mother said before she stood up and lifted his head so that she can his with his head on her lap. She started to play with his hair and Inojin loves when she did that. It was so soothing no mater how everyone made fun of him for liking it. “I’m sorry if I pushed you so much lately I promise I will be more mindful of you in the future”

“So will I” his father said “so today in honor of us all being home your mother and I decided to make a surprise dinner for you with your favourite food, so if you feel better Sakura said you should eat”

Inojin felt his eyes tear up a bit before sitting up with some difficulty and hugging both his parents “thank you mom and dad you are the best”

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#naruto #boruto #yamanaka #yamanaka clan #saiino fanfic #inosai #saiino #sai #sai yamanaka #ino #yamanaka ino #inojin #yamanaka inojin #inojin yamanaka #shikadai #chocho #inoshikacho #fluff #shikadai nara #chocho akimichi #team 10 #yamanaka sai #nara shikadai #akimichi chocho #mogei #team mogei

[blackswaneuroparedux]

Rude Britannia: the weird and the silly behind British place names

Long before the Coronavirus outbreak I had a good American friend - a former military veteran I knew from my time in Afghanistan - who having Anglo roots always expressed a desire to drive around rural southern England one summer. Not so much to dig up his Anglo family roots but also get a broad sense of where his ancestors came from. Unlike the British, Americans think a two hour drive as nothing more than a quick trip down to the shops. So I was little unconvinced by his plans to breezily jaunt through the whole of rural Southern England in one summer. But off he went with his wife and kids in tow. By all accounts they had a fun trip but now and again I would get a text showing me a picture of a village sign board with a rude, funny, or weird name such as Shitterton in Dorset, Puddletown also in Dorset. My friend would text ‘Are you guys serious?!’

And yet it’s true. Britain does have some really weird, silly, and very rude names for villages, towns, and even streets. The more rural the more bizarre seems to be the rule of thumb.

Ae Beer Bitchfield Brawl Brokenwind Brown Willy Catbrain Crackpot Cockermouth Dull Fingeringhoe Fryup Great Snoring in Fakenham Grumbla Ham Llanfairpwllgwyngyllgogerychwyrndrobwllllantysiliogogogoch Lost Loose Bottom Matching Tye Mumbles Nasty Nempnett Thrubwell Pity Me Plwmp Scratchy Bottom Shitterton Spunkie Tarty Tomtit’s Bottom Tongue Twatt Upton Snodsbury Ugley Westward Ho! Wetwang

British history didn’t start with the Celtic peoples (Stonehenge didn’t build itself, after all). But the Celtic tribes that arrived during the Iron Age, which started around 800BC, were the first to give a clear linguistic contribution that has lasted to modern times. They came in groups from the continent; those in the north spoke Goidelic (the source of Gaelic), while southerners spoke Brittonic.

Even today, many hills and rivers have kept their Celtic names – especially in the north and west. The Wrekin takes its name from Celtic. So do about two-thirds of England’s rivers: Avon, Derwent, Severn, Tees, Trent, Tyne – and Itchen, which later lent its name to the town Bishop’s Itchington. (Some of these names may even have come from the people who were here before the Celts). Often the names just meant ‘river’ or ‘water’, and sometimes no one knows what they originally meant; in the Oxford Dictionary of English Place-Names, AD Mills calls Severn “an ancient pre-English river name of doubtful etymology”. The River Tame, comes from the Celtic for ‘dark one’ or ‘river’ – as does the more famous River Thames.

There is less Celtic influence in the south and east largely thanks to the Anglo-Saxons. When they invaded in the 6th Century AD, they pushed the Britons to the edges and into the hills. Those who stayed in England were gradually assimilated, rather like the name of the town we start our drive in, Much Wenlock. It gets its Much is from Anglo-Saxon mycel, meaning ‘great’ or ‘much’. Wenlock comes from Celtic wininicas, ‘white area’, and the Anglo-Saxon loca, ‘place’.

The Romans invaded Britain too, even before the Anglo-Saxons, first trying in 55 BC but at last succeeding in AD 43. But their linguistic influence, like their culture, left less of a mark: they built towns and garrison outposts, but they never truly made Britain their home. Roman contributions to British place names come mainly through their Latinisation of pre-Roman names. A Celtic name that had been rendered by earlier Greek visitors as Pretanniké became the Roman Britannia; an ancient name of obscure meaning became Londinium. The other major Roman contribution comes from the Latin castra (‘fort’). Taken into Anglo-Saxon, it became ceaster (‘town, city’, pronounced rather like ‘che-aster’) – which has mutated to chester (Chester, Manchester), caster (Lancaster, Doncaster) and cester (Leicester, Cirencester).

Unlike the Romans, however, the Anglo-Saxons did not come to establish an outpost or colony. They came to move in. The Anglo-Saxons did build forts – the word burh (‘fortified place’) gives Britain all of its –burghs and –burys – but what they really wanted to do was farm, build towns and conduct trade. If they encountered a forest (called a wald, wold, weald, holt or shaw) or a grove (graf, now –grove and –grave), they might clear it to make a leah (now –ly, –lay, –ley and –leigh). They would enclose land to make a worthig (–worth), ham (the source of 'home'), or tun (now –ton and the source of 'town'). Since ham was more common in the earlier years and tun later on, there are more –hams in the south, where the Anglo-Saxons first came, and more –tons in the north and west.

The Anglo-Saxons also liked to name things after themselves. The suffix –ingas (now shortened to –ing(s)) referred to the family and followers of some personage: for instance, Hæsta’s folk settled at Hastings. Many a ham and tun was also named for a person, such as Birmingham, the ham of Beorma’s people (Beormingas). They also named geographical features for themselves, like valleys (denu) such as Rottingdean (the valley of Rota’s clan). And, before converting to Christianity, they named some places after their gods – Wednesbury is named after Woden.

Then the Scandinavians arrived. They started in the 8th Century with raids: Danes from the east and Norsemen, coming around Scotland by sea, from the northwest. In the mid-9th Century, they staged a full-scale invasion and began to settle in the areas they controlled. At the height of Scandinavian power in Britain, they controlled an area known as the Danelaw that covered most of England north and east of a line from Liverpool to the Thames.

Ashby, like Appleby, bears the quintessential mark of a Danish place name: –by, meaning ‘farmhouse’ or ‘village’. Both, however, also bear the marks of the Anglo-Saxons who where there first: the apple and ash trees. Also from the Danes came both (now booth), meaning ‘cattle shelter’; thorp, meaning ‘satellite farm’, now mostly with an excrescent e as in Donisthorpe; toft, meaning ‘homestead’; and thwait, meaning ‘clearing, meadow, or paddock’ – now also with that unnecessary e.

In 1066, the Normans came: Frenchmen, many of whom were descended from assimilated Viking invaders of France. William took over the government and gave ownership of many places to knights who had supported him. Ashby was given to the de la Zuche family; Newton (‘new town or enclosed settlement’) was given to the Burgilons (now Newton Burgoland). The invasion also led to French versions of English originals, such as Rievaulx, translated from Ryedale. There are pure French names that later were shaped by English influence, such as Beamish from beau mes (‘beautiful mansion’), Bewdley from beau lieu (‘beautiful place’) and Ridgemont from rouge mont (‘red hill’). The Normans’ scribes, educated in Latin, also gave Latin additions such as Appleby Magna and Lyme Regis – and even the occasional full name, such as Pontefract (pons fractus, ‘broken bridge’).

But the Norman French did not settle in with the same comfort as the Anglo-Saxons and the Scandinavians, and certainly not in the same numbers. The commoners – made up of Anglo-Saxons, Scandinavians and remaining Celts – kept speaking English, which was still evolving and came to add many French words.

In time, English again became the language of rule. The court, which had increasingly intermarried with English speakers, resumed speaking English in the 14th Century; parliament returned to it in the 15th Century. Ultimately, the stubbornness of the Anglo-Saxon language conquered in the end. How else could a ‘south-town coalfield’ become Sutton Coldfield? Wet clearings (water leas) at the west clearing (west leah) become Westley Waterless? A muddy place (slohtre) turn to Slaughter (Upper and Lower)?

And so it is that you can, in 60 miles, go from the Celtic hills, through the Anglo-Saxon and old Celtic towns, across the pre-Celtic, Celtic, and Anglo-Saxon rivers, past faint traces of the Romans, cross into Danish territory, and find the French nobility. All in one language: English.

But wherever you go just remember to drive carefully because you just never know what is quaintly etymological or what is curiously literal....

#britain #towns #villages #cities #place names etymology #history #english

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The Rise Of Iron Maiden

Chapter 6: Whatever It Takes

Word Count: 3.1k

Originally Requested by: @amateurwriterbigdreamer

Previous Chapter: The Return Of Iron Maiden

Next Chapter: The Time Heist

A/N: this chapter was so fun to write, hope you enjoy! This is probably my favorite chapter so far

“Come on, I feel like I'm the only one eating.” Dr. Banner pushes a plate forward. “Try some of that. Have some eggs.”

“I am so confused.” Scott stared in awe.

“Yeah...” you blink.

“These are confusing times.” Banner says seriously.

“Right. No, no, that's not what I meant.” Scott shook his head.

“What exactly is going on here?” Tye gestured to Banner...or...Hulk...Dr. Hulk...

“No, I get it. I'm kidding! I know. It's crazy. I'm wearing shirts now.” Bruce says happily. You stare at his current form, somehow part Banner and part Hulk.

“Yeah! Wh...How? Why?” Scott stuttered.

“Five years ago, we got our asses beaten. Except it was worse for me. Because I lost twice. First, Hulk lost, then Banner lost. Then, we all lost.” Bruce explained.

“No one blamed you, Bruce.” Natasha reassured him.

“I did. For years, I've been treating the Hulk like he's some kind of disease, something to get rid of. But then I started looking at him as the cure. Eighteen months in a gamma lab. I put the brains and the brawn together. And now look at me. Best of both worlds...” he motioned to himself.

“What is this Hannah Montana bullshit...?” You whisper to Tye as three children walk up behind Bruce...or Hulk.

“Excuse me, Mr. Hulk?” The girl asks shyly.

“Yes?” Banner turned to face them.

“Can we get a photo?”

“100%, little person. Come on, step up.” He took off his glasses and held his phone out to Scott. “You mind?”

Scott nods and takes the picture, leaning over to give the phone back. “Don't you wanna grab one with me? I'm Ant-Man.” He offered. “They're Hulk fans, they don't know Ant-Man. Nobody does.”

“Wait, no, no, he feels bad. No, he wants you to...he wants to...” he turns to the kids, the boy shakes his head. “You want to take a picture with him, right?”

“Stranger Danger.” The other boy adds.

“He's even saying no he doesn't. I get it. I don't want it either.” Scott tried to shrug it off.

You and Tye cringed in second hand embarrassment as the scene unfolded in front of you, Natasha rolling her eyes and continuing to eat her breakfast.

“Anyways...” Tye muttered when the kids finally walk away.

“About what we were saying...” Steve added.

“Right. The whole time travel do-over? Guys, it's outside my area of expertise.” He shook his head as he turned back to face you guys.

“Well, you pulled this off. I remember a time when that seemed pretty impossible time, too.” Natasha smiled.

•

“Okay, here we go. Time travel test number one. Scott, fire up the uhhh... the van thing.”

You stand with Banner and perfect the controls, Tye, Steve and Nat standing aside to let you two work.

“Breakers are set, emergency generators are on standby.” You alert him.

“Good. 'Cause if we blow the grid, I don't wanna lose Tiny here in the 1950's.” Banner snickered. Everyone looks at him with concern.

“Excuse me?” Scott asked, panicked.

“He’s kidding!” Tye said, only half sure.

“You can’t say things like that.” Natasha laughs nervously.

“Yeah uh...just a bad joke. Scientist humor.” You reassure Scott, and he seems satisfied with your answer.

“You were kidding, right?” Natasha whispered to you two.

“I have no idea. We're talking about time travel here. Either it's all a joke, or none of it is.” You shrug.

“We're good! Get your helmet on, Scott. I'm gonna send you back a week, let you walk around for an hour, then bring you back in 10 seconds. Makes sense?” Bruce sends a thumbs up to Scott.

“Perfectly not confusing.” Scott nodded sarcastically.

“Good luck, Scott. You’ve got this.” Steve called over to him.

“You're right. I do, Captain America.” Scott smiles proudly. Bruce presses a button, and Scott is sucked into the Quantum Realm. “On the count of three. 3...2...1!”

The Ant Man suit comes back, but inside of it is a teenager.

“Uh, guys? This...this doesn't feel right.” What you presumed was teenage Scott Lang, said worriedly.

“What is this?” Steve asked.

“Oh hell no.” Tye shook his head.

“What’s going on?” You ask Bruce as he fiddles with the controls.

“That...who is that?” Natasha asked.

“Hold on.” Bruce said, panicking.

“Is that Scott?” Natasha asked, lookingback and forth between the teenager and the scientists.

“Yes, it’s Scott!” Teenage Scott shouted.

He’s sucked in again, and when he reappears there’s an old man.

“Ow! My back!” Old Man Scott Lang groaned.

“What is this?” Steve repeated.

“Can I get a little space here?” Bruce shooed at them.

“Yeah yeah. Can you bring him back?” Steve persisted.

“I’m working on it!” Bruce nudged you aside, now taking full control of the panel. You step down, standing between Steve and Tye.

“For the love of the lord...” Tye pinched the bridge of his nose. “Obviously we’re working with a couple of geniuses.”

“Hey, this isn’t me.” You raise your hands in surrender, as another form of Scott appears.

“It’s a baby.” Steve blinked.

“It’s Scott!”

“As a baby!”

“He’ll grow.”

“Bring Scott back!”

“When I say kill the power, kill the power.” Bruce motioned for you to go to the generator.

“Oh god. Oh my god.” You mutter nervously, walking to the generator.

“And...kill it!”

You pull the lever, and everything shuts down. You sigh in relief when you finally see the normal Scott Lang.

“Oh thank god.” Natasha took a breath.

“Somebody peed my pants.” Scott blinked. “But I don't know if it was "baby" me or "old" me...Or just "me" me.”

“Time travel!” Bruce cheered. You and Steve don’t say anything, Tye and Natasha give him an identical look of displeasure. “What? I see this as an absolute win!”

•

“Hey there, Iron Maiden.”

You turn to see your dad standing in the doorway of your old room, where you were currently searching for said Iron Maiden suit. You swear you left it in your closet before you left.

“What are you doing here?” You glare at your father.

“Thought you might want this.” Tony hands you a briefcase. You take it and slowly open it, seeing a polished up version of your suit.

“You...?”

“I’ve been doing some thinking and...you’re right.” Your dad admits. “This chance...it’s worth it.”

“So you’re going to help?” You ask hopefully.

“You seem desperate for it. Let me guess: he turned into a baby.”

“Yeah how did you...?”

“That's the EPR Paradox. Instead of pushing Lang through time, you might've wound up pushing time through Lang. It's tricky. Dangerous. Somebody should've cautioned you against it.”

“You did.” You chuckle lightly.

“Oh, I did?” He winked playfully at you. “Thank God I'm here. Regardless, I fixed it. A fully functioning Time-Space GPS. I just want peace. Turns out, resentment is corrosive, and I hate it.”

“Like father like daughter.” You chuckle.

“We got a shot at getting these stones, but I gotta tell you my priorities: Bring back what we lost? I hope, yes. Keep what I got? I have to, at all costs. And... maybe not die trying will be nice.” He negotiates.

“...sounds like a deal.” You agree. He reaches out to shake your hand, you grab it and pull him into a hug. He hugs for a moment before straightening up.

“Oh, and don’t parade that around. Pretend like you had it the whole time, I don’t have one for the whole team. We are getting the whole team, right?” He raised an eyebrow.

“You bet your ass we are.”

•

“Kind of a step down from a from a golden palace for an Avenger highness and whatnot.” Rocket mutters as the truck arrives at New Asgard, which was in a small fishing town in Norway. You hop out, following them along the docks.

“Hey, have a little compassion, pal. First they've lost Asgard, then half the people. They're probably just happy to have a home.” Bruce tells him.

You were on your way to try to convince Thor to rejoin the team, so that you would have a better shot at succeeding. Tye was with Natasha to go get Clint, Rhodey was back preparing with Nebula, Tony, Natasha, Scott, and Steve.

A girl called Valkyrie points you in the direction of Thors residence, and you follow the raccoon and the Hulk into a house.

“What the...Woo! Something died in here.” Rocket grimaced at the smell, and you scrunched your nose up in disgust.

“Hello? Thor?” Bruce calls through the house.

“Are you here about the cable?” Thor calls from somewhere. Your jaw drops when you see him. He’s definitely...put on a few pounds.

“The Cinemax ran out about two weeks ago, and the sports were all kind of fuzzy.” Thor rambled on as he grabbed a beer.

“Thor?” You ask, and he turns to look at you.

“Boys! Y/N!” He cheered happily. “Oh my God! Its so to see you!” He then pulled Rocket into a hug. “Come here, you little rascal!”

“No, I'm good. I'm good. That's not necessary.” Rocket pried himself away from Thor, dodging and standing on the other side of you.

“Hulk, you know my friends, Miek, Korg, right?” He gestured to a rock guy and some alien, playing...ew, Fortnite. Thank god Tye and Jaime weren’t here to witness this (they would probably physically fight them).

“Beer's on the bucket. Feel free to log on to the Wi-Fi. No password, obviously.” Korg then goes back to his game. “Thor, he's back. The kid on the TV that called me a dickhead again.”

“NoobMaster.” Thor growled, as of spewing the name of his greatest enemy and grabbing the headset. “Noobmaster? Yeah, it's Thor again. You know, the God of Thunder? Listen, buddy. If you don't log off this game immediately, I am gonna fly over to your house, come down to that basement you're hiding in, rip off your arms AND SHOVE THEM UP YOUR BUTT!!! Oh, that's right. Yes, go cry to your father, you little weasel!”

“What is going on?” You whisper to the guys.

“We’re witnessing the human embodiment of the word ‘loser’.” Rocket muttered, Bruce lightly nudging him. “What?”

“Buddy, you alright?” Bruce ignores the non raccoon.

“Yes, I'm fine! Why, don't I look all right?” Thor asked.

“You look like melted ice cream.” Rocket crossed his arms.

“So, what’s up?” Thor chuckled.

“We need your help. There might be a chance we could fix everything.” You explain.

“What, like the cable? Cause that's been driving me bananas for weeks.”

“Like Thanos.” Bruce says softly.

Thor’s smile slowly fades, and he grabs Bruce’s shoulder. You watch as Thor goes through about a million emotions as Bruce reasons with him, explaining in proper detail why he should come.

“There’s beer on the ship.” Rocket finally adds, and that perks Thor’s attention.

“...what kind?”

•

“Drifting left. On the side there, Lebowski.” Tony says to Thor as he passes him, going up to Rocket, where Tye’s assisting him with building the glass platform. “Ratchet, how's it going?”

“It's Rocket. Take it easy. You're only a genius on Earth, pal.” Rocket points a wrench at him, before turning to Tye. “Alright kid, where’s that drill?”

Tony continued to strut down the hallway, finding you in a side room with Natasha, Rhodey, Scott, Bruce and Steve.

“Time travel suit? Not bad.” Rhodey admires your work.

“Scott, I made it close to your Ant Man suit so you don’t get confused.” You say slowly, as if he were a child.

“Yeah, Thanks.” Scott scoffed, before shrieking. “Hey, hey, hey! Easy, easy!”

“I’m being very careful!” Bruce insisted.

“No, you’re being very Hulky.” Scott sighs. “These are Pym Particles, alright? And ever since Hank Pym got snapped out of existence, this is it. This is what we have. We're not making any more.”

“Scott, calm down.” Rhodey said.

“You’ve got to chillax, man.” You nod.

“Sorry. We've got enough for one round trip each. That's it. No do-overs. Plus two test runs.” He waves around, and accidentally pressed a button. “One test run.”

You walk with him to the test chamber helping him prepare with Rocket, the others watching from a control panel.

“All right. I’m not ready for this.” Scott said shakily from his nerves.

“I’m game. I’ll do it.” Clint piped up. You and Rocket groan, since you just finished setting everything up for Scott.

You help Clint with the suit, telling him the controls while Rocket adjusts everything. Then, you step back to the control panel with the others.

“Clint, now you're gonna feel a little discombobulated from the chronoshift. Don't worry about it.” Bruce instructed.

“Wai-Wait a second, let me ask you something. If we can do this, you know, go back in time, why don't we just find baby Thanos, you know, and...” Rhodey made a hand gesture, suggesting that you strangle baby Thanos with a rope.

“Ooh, I like that plan.” Tye grinned, Rhodey also smiling and patting him on the shoulder proudly.

“First of all, that’s horrible...” Bruce said, disgusted at their joy from the idea of killing a child. “...And secondly, time doesn't work that way. Changing the past doesn't change the future.”

“Look, we go back, we get the stones before Thanos gets them... Thanos doesn't have the stones. Problem solved.” Scott shrugged.

“Exactly!” Tye nodded.

“Bingo.” Clint piped up.

“That’s not how it works.” Nebula rolled her eyes in annoyance.

“Well, that’s what I heard.” Clint shrugged.

“What? By who? Who told you that?” Bruce asked.

“Terminator, TimeCop, Time After Time-“ Rhodey began to list.

“Star Trek, Donnie Darko, Men in Black III.” You added.

“Quantum Leap and Meet the Robinsons.” Scott said.

“A Wrinkle in Time, Somewhere in Time-“ Rhodey nodded.

“Hot Tub Time Machine. Butterfly Effect. Bill and Ted's Excellent Adventure. Basically, any movie that deals with time travel.” Tye said, as if everyone was stupid for not knowing.

“Die Hard? No that’s not one...” Scott mumbled.

“This is known.” You say.

“I don't know why everyone believes that, but that isn't true. Think about it: If you travel to the past, that past becomes your future. And your former present becomes the past. Which can't now be changed by your new future...” Bruce explained to everyone.

“Exactly.” Nebula nodded.

“So...Back To The Future's a bunch of bullshit?” Scott asked, horrified.

“So my childhoods been ruined.” Tye mumbled, to which you and Rhodey nodded in agreement.

“Alright, Clint. We're going in 3... 2... 1!” Bruce presses the button. You all watch in anticipation, then Bruce hits the button again.

Clint appears again, breathing heavily. Natasha rushes over to him, the rest of you circling him.

“Hey, hey. Look at me. You okay?” Natasha asked.

“Yeah, it worked. It worked.” Clint held up a baseball glove.

•

“You ready for this?” You ask Tye, playing with your food, too nervous to eat.

“No.” He laughed bitterly.

“At least we don’t have to help them track down the Stones.” You sigh. The Avengers were all racking their brains, trying to track them all down. Since you and Tye knew nothing about the Stones, you were excused from the meeting.

“Yeah. God forbid we use a couple brain cells.” He chuckled.

“What if we screw it up?” You ask after a few moments of silence.

“That’s what I’m worried about. We only have one shot to bring everyone back.” He sighed.

“Hopefully the one we’re assigned won’t be hard to get.” You kick your feet up and drape your legs across his lap.

“Please, as if anything with this job is easy.” Tye scoffed, shoving your legs off of him.

“I’m just happy to see everybody again. Did you notice Clint’s fresh cut?” You grinned.

“And the tattoos.” Tye nodded. “And Thor kinda...bulked up.”

“He plays Fortnite now.” You nod.

“Excuse me?” Tye raised an eyebrow, before pretending to gag.

“It’s...disturbing.” You giggle.

“Guys!” Scott ran into the room, a panicked look on his face. You and Tye stand, waiting for him to continue. “We got it.”

You both rush out to the room they’d been planning in, seeing the plans on the holographic screen. After they thoroughly explain the plan, everyone headed to bed for a good nights rest. Tye stays behind, eyes scanning the screens.

Jaime is counting on him, his best friend is counting on him to bring him back to life. You’re counting on him to bring back Eduardo and Peter. Scott and Clint’s counting on him to bring their families back. Steve is counting on him to bring Bucky back. Everyone’s counting on him to bring everyone back, and it terrifies him.

“What are you doing, kid?”

He looks over to see Natasha in the doorway, a concerned look on her face.

“Just...triple checking.” He mumbled, trying to slow his breathing and calm his nerves.

“Hey, it’ll be okay.” Natasha walked over to comfort her son. “You’ll be with Y/N, you know how she is. Nothing ever goes wrong with her around.”

“It went wrong on Titan.” He muttered, then shook his head. “It’s just...Jaime, he’s like my brother. I need to bring him back.”

“We will bring him back. We’re going to bring everyone back.” She reassured him.

“Thanks...mom.”

•

“All right. We have a plan. Six Stones, three teams. One shot.” Steve says as everyone suits up. “Five years ago, we lost. All of us. We lost friends...We lost family...We lost a part of ourselves. Today, we have a chance to take it all back. You know your teams, you know your missions. Get the stones, get them back. One round trip each. No mistakes. No do-overs. Most of us are going somewhere we know. But it doesn't mean we should know what to expect. Be careful. Look out for each other. This is the fight of our lives. And we're gonna win. Whatever it takes.”

“Whatever it takes.” You all repeat, forming a circle and putting your fists in the middle. You look at everyone, each person has determination in their eyes.

“He's pretty good at that.” Rocket looked up at you.

“Right?” Scott said excitedly.

“All right. You heard the man. Stroke those keys, jolly green.” Tony told Bruce, who would be staying behind to make sure everything went smoothly on this end.

“Tractors engaged.” Bruce nodded.

“You promise to bring that back in one piece, right?” Rocket asks about his shrunken ship in Clint’s hand.

“Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah. Okay. I'll do my best.” Clint nodded along.

“As promises go, that was pretty lame.” Rocket mumbled.

“See you in a minute.” Natasha smiles brightly at Clint and Tye.

“Good luck, mom.” Tye nodded.

And with that, you enter the Quantum Realm.

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Serenity Culpa

T%   What if..... Lily Potter end up cheating on her husband James Potter with a muggle and he found out the day Lily give birth to her son Harry James the boy look nothing like James so he ask the healers to run a blood line Test  on the boy.

Blood line Test Result...

Name: Harry James Evans “Potter”

Day of Birth: July 31, 1980

Statute: Half-blood

Mother: Lilian “Lily” Marie Potter nee Evens

Father: Alexsander James Smith

Step Father: James Charlus Potter

Aunt: Petun8a Maria Dursley nee Evans

Uncle: Vernon John Dursley

Cousin: Dudley Vernon Dursley

God Father: Remus John Lupin

God Mother: Amelia May Bones

 When I finish reading Harry’s Bloodline Test, I find out that my wife Lily end up cheating on me with a muggle or a squibe of the Smith Wizardering Line so I left St. Mungo’s Hospital and went to Gringrotts and since the Potter family is a Goblin friend they speed up the Divorce papper they finish before tge days out so he return to St. Mungo’s hospital and have his wife Lily sign the Divorce paper without her knowing and He have Potter name in harry’s removed. Before filing the divorce paper to the Ministry that by the time the day is over he is offically divorce in the eyes of Magic.

And the only one who knows that Harry Evans isn’t James’s son is Sirius Black and the Healers of St. Mungo’s Hospital after the divorce become offical, James Potter and Sirius Black decided to leave England and move to Japan. 

2 years in Japan both Sirius Black and James Potter found themsel having a girlfriend to two pureblood witch.

Sirius Black began dating the pureblood witch, Reina Ryuzaki, she has long brown hair and bright blue eyes. She is the solo heiress of the Ryuzaki family.

   James Potter began dating Elizabeth Moonlight for 2 years now and she has long blonde hair and bright blue eyes, she’s like a queen of queens. She is the oldest daughter of the Moonlight, she has a younger sister Audrey who  recently married to a muggle man from Paris named Andre Bouegeois

James and Sirius had a diuble wedding with the fiancee in June 5, 1982

   On May 10, 1983

Elizabeth Potter nee Moonlight the new head of the Moonlight modeling Company recently given birth to her first child, 1 hour ago. Chole and James Potter named their new daughter Kamiko Rosabelle Potter- Moonlight (fem Harry Potter). Their new daughter has blushish black hair and she has her mother’s bright blue eyes.

2 months after Kamiko Potter- Moonlight the new God Daughter of Reina and Sirius Black, their own daughter is born on July 15, 1983, her name is Diana Reina Ryuzaki - Black.

By then they heard that the dark lord was defeated by the newly turn 3 years old son of Lily Evans, Harry James Evans is proclaimed by Dumbledore as tge Boy-Who-lived and the last newst they heard from the magical enclove of England was that their old friend Remus Lupin become a Teacher in Hogwarts.

2 years later...

Audrey Bourgeois gaved birth to her daughter Chloe Bourgeois who like Audrey’s older sister Elizabeth, she was sure that her daughter would be beauitful like her own older sister was wgen they were young. Chloe is born in October 5, 1985.

Elizabeth Potter-Moonlight and her family visit Aubrey and her family alot so Kamiko grow up along side Chloe dispite being 2 years apart of age they still become friends, France is also were Kamiko meet a guy she feel in love with who is the same age as her Felix Culpa the son of Amelia and Francis Culpa who are pureblood Wizardling family.  They were both about 6 years old when they meet and stay in contact with one another even though they lived in different country from one another, Felix Culpa lives in England while visiting their relatives in Paris.

Their daughter Kamiko adores Felix even if he dosen’t show alot of Emotion on his face tge only one who manged it beside his parents is Kamiko herself so they knows that Felix also care about their daughter.

17 years later...

Amelia and Francis Culpa enroled  Felix Culpa in Mahoutokoro School of Magic in Japan.

Since it’s one of the very best school internationally and that where Kamiko attented her magical schooling.

While Kamiko Potter-Moonlight’s

Bestfriend and God sister Diana Ryuzaki-Black 

Decided to be home school for her magical education and attend Ouran  High School where her fiancee Takashi Morinozuka is attending in their last year of High school along with his cousin Mitsukuni Haninozuka. 

Felix and Kamiko already meet the host Club they think that Tamaki Suoh to be to much for their taste but they get along with them all well enough.

The Potter family are involved in Resturant chains all over the world, Resurts, Hotels, Land mine, Scupting & Winery. While the Moonlight family are involved in Modeling and Fashion.

The Potters and Black family visit  the magical Encloved after the war with the Dark Lord is truely finish.

 The Ryuzaki family are involved in Food produce, Life Stock and Painting. While the Black family are all involved in Business and High Tect.

While the Culpa family are involved in Fashion, Acting, and movies.

When the Potters and the Black family arrived at England they went to the Potter Manor which has been close for about 19 years since James Potter Left the country.

 The house elf took care of everything, while they all took a look around England’s magical Encloved since today us the 2nd Celebration of the defeat ofbthe Dark Lord Voldemort . England  change a bit but not muh it’s still to far behind the Japanese encloved or American Encloved.

   Unknown to the two family that an aged Lily evans (She dosen’t even look around her age 43 more like she alreay look like she is in her 70′s) saw them in Diagon Alley, and She would recognize her ex-husband James Potter right away and it would seem that he re-married and now have a 17 years old daughter and Even Sirius Black is now married and have a daughter of his own.

Unlike Both Sirius and James who age well, but  everyone who fought in the war wasn’t so lucky. I now look beyound my age looking like I’m in my late 70’s instead of being 43 years old.

 And my son Harry Evans who recently married the only daughter of the Weasley now has grey hair even though he is only 19 years old he already look like he is in his late 30′s. The same could be said with his two friends Ron Weasley and Hermonie Granger I regret sleeping with Alexsander Smith a squibe of the smith line but the one thing I don’t regret is my son Harry, I just wish he was James’s son instead then I would still be married to him. Even though I am now married to mynold friend Severous Snape, I am still in love with my first husband James. Maybe if Harry was born as the son of James I wouldn’t be watch him from a far as he interact with his new wife who is currently pregnant.

2 weeks Later...

  The Potters and Black family return to Japan, since School break will be ending soon and I heard that a commoner gotten in Ouran High School.

Mitsukuni and his cousin Takashi also just got back from their trip to Swizerland.

2 days Later...

 On November 17, 2000

Elizabeth Potter-Moonlight gaved birth to her secound child a son the new Potter heir but Kamiko will remain the heiress of the Moonlight family. Her new brother is given the name Richard James Potter Moonlight he identicall to his father.

5 months later...

I heard from Diana that the new commoner boy became a member of the Host Club the club which Hani and Mori are a member. Diana haven’t really meet Haruhi Fujioka in person  before, until Diana drag Kamiko to Ouran High School after school to tye Host club to meet this commoner boy.

Diana’s friend from Ouran High School, Kanako Kasugazaki said that when she was still a guest in the host club, she meet him and even taught him how to waltz.

“Hey, Kyoya-sempai who are they?” Haruhi ask.

“Hm... oh those two, well the girl with the Blue-ish black hair is Kamiko-sempai she dosen’t really go to our school, she mostly got drag here again by Diana-sempai the brown hair next to her talk to mori-sempai and Hani-sempai. Diana-sempai is Mori-sempai’s fiancee so we see her from time to time” Kyoya said.

“Ah..” Haruhi said.

When Diana and Kamiko suddenly appear infront of Haruhi, without any warning.

“Hmm... You must be Haruhi Fujioka” Diana said.

“Ah.. yes” Haruhi said.

 “hmm.. we pictured you alot manlyer” Kamiko said.

“Yeah, and if we don’t know any better we’ll say your actually a girl” Diana said.

“Ha...Ha...Ha...You guys must be imaging it, Diana-sempai” Tamaki said with a nervous laugh.

“Yeah, Haruhi is a manly man” Kaoru and Hikaru said at the same time.

“We’re getting a feeling that your hidding something from us” Diana said.

“Wait...now that I really took a closrr look at Haruhi. Your not a man, your a woman” Kamiko said.

“Don’t be silly Kamiko-sempai Haruhi is a man” Tamaki said nervously .

“Tamaki do you think I’m a fool that I can’t tell a man or wownan even when their cross dress who do you think I am” Kamiko said.

“Guys, it’s okay .. and yes I’m a woman” Haruhi said.

 "What are you doing as a member of the Host Club then?” Diana ask.

They both discover why Haruhi is part of the Host Club, she’s their to pay the debt she own the Host club, when she sccidently broke a base that coset ¥ 800,000.

2 months later...

Felix Culpa and Kamiko Potter-Moonlight both Graduate Mahoutokoro School of Magic. And Takashi Morinozuka and Mitsukuni Haninozukavalong with Diana Ryuzaki-Black are also graduating Ouran High school the three of them are planning to attending College in  Boston while Felix and Kamiko are planning to attend College in Paris this would be the first time Kamiko and Disna would be country apart. Since they been together since they were babies. And the Moonlight and Potter family are moving to Paris to expan their company. And the Culpa are also moving to Paris as well. 

Both Felix Culpa and Kamiko Potter- Moonlight attending their college year in Roseheart Academy, in the other side of Paris where Chloe attend school.

Marinette Dupain-Cheng doseb’t believe she catch up to be a Hero so she gave up the Ladybug Earring after the stone Heart and the Guardian was force to give to find another Ladybug before another get Akumatist especially when Cat Noir also gaved up his ring so he need to find hero luckly, luck seems to be on his side that day since he meet two teen who are perfect for Ladybug earring and the Black cat ring, and the two of them also happen to be souls of creation the true holder of Tikki and plagg. 

(Kamiko’s ladybug suit and she also has two yoyo)

(Felix’s cat noir suit, I found this picture in Of Marry Madness )

3 years later...

 It’s been 2 years since Lila Rossi came back to paris and turn all my friends against me, I am basicly outcast the rest of the class at the back of the room with Chloe indoing so the two of us become best friends and I even meet her older cousin Kamiko Potter-Moonlight we look alike that anyone could mistake us to be cousin or sisters instead of Chloe’s and I even meet her boyfriend Felix Culpa who happen to be the older cousin of Adrien who has more of a backbone than Adrien himself while they look simliar in appearance but their personality is nothing alike what so ever. While Felix is strong and independant, Adrien on the other hand is weak, and dependant of others.

We even meet their 3 friends who remind me of so much of my old friends, but they are alot more Loyal than my old friends ever did so I end up befriending them.

Allegra remind me so much of my former bestfriend Alya but at the same time different. She even have a ladybug blog more famous than Alya since she got  her ow blog Lady Noir being Endorse by both Ladybug and Cat Noir personally. Which Alya dosen’t so it’s no suprise that Allegra’s blog is more Famous

Then is Claude and Allen, Claude personally remind me so much of Nino as well he even love music.

    Kamiko help me get an intern in her family fashion company the Moonlight Frashion line which rivals that rivals that of the Styles Queen, Aubrey Bourgeois.

Kamiko and Felix three friends are also their super hero allies Allegra happens to be Honey bee.

Claude is also happen to be turle miraculous holder Snapper.

 Then finally their Allen he happen to be fox miraculous, Artic Fox.

 Each of them discover each other’s identity.

1 year later...

    On June 5, 2004

Felix Culpa and Kamiko Potter-Moonlight are now 21 years old and graduating Roseheart Academy and their superhero self also manged to take back the Butterfly and the peacock Miraculous it was discover that Hawkmon is Gabriel Agrest and partner Mayura is his assistant Nathalie Sancoeur, they were catch by the police and taken to jail, while Hawkmon's son Adrien Agrest is taken custody by his Aunt Amelia Culpa until he graduate college 2 years from now.

With the Arrest of Gabriel Agrest, Lila Rossi's tower of lies are expose to all her classmate they were furious to be made a fool of for 2 years and 1/2 , and  by then Marinette Dupain- Cheng already cut herself lose from the rest of her former friends even if they apologize they can never make things right with marinette they bullied and even going in saying to Jump the Eiffel tower of Paris and died. The only friends she now have in her class is her two bestfriend Chole Bourgeois and Kagami Tsurugi.

Alya and the others are trying to make up to Marinette but she is avoiding them.

Felix Culpa and Kamiko Potter-Moonlight are getting married to japan in 3 months and Chole and her two friends Marinette and Kagami are invited for the wedding, along with their family.

3 months later...

  On September 5, 2004

Adrien Agrest is attending his older cousin, Felix Culpa's wedding with the love of his life Kamiko Potter-Moonlight an old friend of theirs who also happen to be the older cousin of Chloe Bourgeois. Marinette and Kagami are also in the wedding along with their family.

(Kamiko's wedding dress that she desgin herself for the perfect wedding she always to have with Felix)

Kamiko Moonlight-Culpa introduce Marinette Dupain-Cheng to Hikaru Hitachiin and gotten along to well she even meet his younger twin brother Kaoru Hitachiin and the rest of their friends. 

After the wedding Marinette and Hikaru decided to stay in contact with one another that even by seperate country they talk to one another everyday.

By the next school year Chole and Marinette along with Kagami transfer School to Roseheart Academy which will bring out their full potentional than College Francoise Dupont, which Chole's mother Audrey Bourgeois agreed that their old school didn't have the ablility to bring out their full potentional.

1 year later...

Diana Ryuzaki-Black and Takashi Morinozuka is finally getting married at the age of 22 years old on May 30, 2005.

By then Hikaru Hitachiin is already dating Marinette Dupain-Cheng and Kagami end up having a relationship with Mitsukuni Morinozuka, for 1 and 1/2 year now.

Another 1 year... 

Chloe Bourgeois, Marinette Dupain-Cheng and Kagami Tsurugi finally graduate college at the same time as the Hitachiin twins and Haruhi Fujioka.

It wasn't long after graduating did Marinette & Hikaru, Mitsukuni & Kagami gotten married .

It wasn't long before Kaoru Hitachiin end up marring Chloe Bourgeois.

4 months later...

 During October 15, 2006...

Kamiko Moonlight-Culpa, Marinette Hitachiin, Chloe Hitachiin and Kagami Haninozuka Morinozuka fell pregnant with their first child and they were all excited for the future addition of their family.

On July 30, 2007

Chloe Hitachiin nee Bourgeois gaved birth to a daughter that has blonde hair and blue eyes like her own mother she was given the name Minako Rose Hitachiin.

A week later...

On August 6, 2007

Marinette Hitachiin gaved birth to a daughter who has redish brown hair and blue eyes, her name is Makato Mei Hitachiin the first daughter of Hikaru Hitachiin.

And 2 weeks after that 

On August 20, 2007

Kagami gaved birth to a daughter name Hotaru Reina Haninozuka she look like kagami herself.

Then a week and 3 days

On August 31, 2007

Kamiko Moon-Culpa gaved birth to a daughter as well by the name of Serenity Ryoko Moonlight-Culpa.

As the years pass by Minako Hitachiin, Makoto "Lita" Hitachiin, Serenity Moonlight-Culpa, and Hotaru Haninozuka have become great friends by the time they were two years old  they gained a little brother. Marinette Hitachiin give birth to Jason Xavier Hitachiin the Heir of the Hitachiin. Then their's Nathan James Moonlight-Culpa the heir to the Culpa family.

Lita, Minako, Hotaru and Serenity are now 14 years old and the memories of their past lives has return to them. Sailor Mars and Sailor Mercury are awake and active in Juuban and Sailor Neptune and Sailor Uranus is also active, Sailor Pluto most likely awaken them to help Sailor Mars and Mercury defeat Queen beryl of the Negaverse.

And Tuxedo Mask is fighting along side the scouts, it dosen't take a geniuse  to know who Tuxedo Mask really is he is the reborn self of Prince Endymione, but it seem that he is dating the reborn self of Sailor Mars, It broke my heart that my prince fell in love with one of my scouts, but he if this is what he wanted then I will Comply to his wish, and removed the Bond that the two of us shared.

"Goodbye Endymione , I hope you find hapinese to the path you chosen"Serenity Moonlight Culpa. The three loyal sxouts of Princess Serenity help her move on from Endymione the three of them did always believe that Prince Endymione never deserve their Princess's Love for him.

The three of them help Serenity reclaim the Sliver Crystal.

Sailor Pluto watch from the time gate the future she so hold dear to her heart shatter to a million pieces and Crystal Tokyo

will never come to be in this new timeline. And a new future is slowly forming before her very eyes and Neo King Endymione is no longer the king and husband of Neo Queen Serenity but another by the name of Diamian Wayne as Neo Queen Serenity husband and King.

The new timeline of the future is more beauitful than Crystal Tokyo ever did Cosmic tokyo

While Small lady may not be the daughter of Neo Queen Serenity and Neo King Endymione anymore but what matter is that she is still alive even if she is no longer the daughter of her mother Neo Queen Serenity but  the  daughter of Sailor Mars and Endymione and the future Sailor Mars instead of being the future Sailor Moon.

But Neo Queen Serenity and her husband King Diaman has two beautiful children together the oldest child is a son by the name Aron Tranquility Moonligt Wayne who has her mother's gooden blonde hair and his father green eyes.

Then their's his twin sister Sadiya Serenity Moonlight Wayne who look like a mirror image of her mother in every way, but they were taught many form of fighting art.

7 years later...

Serenity Moonlight Culpa meet Diamian Wayne in College and tgey both end up falling in love with one another and gotten married when they were 21 years old March 15, 2031 by then Felix and Kamiko Moonlight Culpa are already 45.

While Lita Hitachiin found her old lover Nephrite, his new name in this life if their are  Nathan James Moonlight-Culpa the younger brother of Their Princess Serenity.

Minako Hitachiin also found the reborn self of her own lover Kunzite his new name is Jason Kyle  an old friend of Nathan while growing up they meet in College where his memories of his past return 

and the one Tudedo Mask and Sailor Mars and thenothers were fight with is nothing but a clone created by Queen Beryl.

While Hotaru end up marring  Jason Xaiver Hitachiin  the younger brother of Makato.

#andre bourgeois #audrey bourgeois #chloe bourgeois #Amelia graham de vanily #Francis Culpa #Amelia x Francis #felix culpa #fem!harry potter (Kamiko Rosebelle Moonlight Potter) #Felix x Kamiko #Mahoutokoro School of Magic #minor!mention of Ouran High School Host Club #mitsukuni haninozuka #takashi morinozuka #kagami tsurugi #hikaru hitachiin #kaoru hitachiin #haruhi fujioka #tuxedo mask #sailor venus #sailor jupiter #sailor pluto #sailor saturn #miraculous ladybug x Sailor Moon x Ouran High School Host Club #nephrite #kunzite #sailor scouts #sailor moon au #Miraculous ladybug Au

[mythicalfanfics]

Is This Home? (Tyler Scheid x Fem!Reader)

Title: Is This Home?

Pairing: Tyler Scheid ( Apocalypto_12)/Fem!Reader, Platonic!Teamiplier x Reader, Markiplier x Amy, CrankGameplays x Mika

Requested?: Yes

Requested by: @lost-love

Summary: The reader has a YouTube channel where she records cover songs. Her sister, Amy, helps her record another song for a special someone.

A/N: This request has been in my inbox for a LONG while now. I had been putting it off for a while, but I had finally gotten inspiration to finish it.

Pronouns: she/her

Warning(s): swearing, slight angst from Tyler

Word count: 1,236 words (got a little carried away)

Amy settled the camera onto the tripod, centering you in the frame. She had, like the caring sister she was, volunteered to help you record another cover and shoo away any distractors, specifically Mark who always seemed to peek in whenever you tried to record. 

“Are you ready?” she asked, standing behind the camera. 

“Just a sec.” You adjusted the mic in front of your ukulele, strumming to check the feedback and sound. It seemed to be working properly.

You took a deep breath. “Alright, I’m ready.”

“You’ll do fine,” Amy reassured you. 

You shook your head. “Uh-huh, sure.” 

She paused, holding her finger over the record button. “You’re not nervous because of him, are you?”

You frowned. “No... no, of course not. Why would I be?” You waved your hand. “Just press record already, jeez.”

A mischevious smile came over Amy’s lips, but she said nothing more as she pressed record.

You bit your lip.

Another deep breath.

A sigh.

And you began to play.

“Often I am upset that I cannot fall in love but I guess

This avoids the stress of falling out of it.

Are you tired of me yet?

I’m a little sick right now but I swear

When I’m ready I will fly us out of here.”

“Is she singing?”

Amy turned her head to see Mark peeking in from the doorway. “Seriously?” she mouthed, pointing to the camera. “We’re recording right now.”

“Ooh, I’ll cut my hair

Ooh, to make you stare

Ooh, I’ll hide my chest

And I’ll figure out a way to get us out of here.”

“So, yes?” Mark leaned against the doorway, smiling cheekily at his girlfriend.

“Oh my God,” Amy whispered. She left the camera and strode up to Mark. “I’m not having this today, mister. This is very important to her.”

“Turn off your porcelain face

I can't really think right now in this place

Has too many colors, enough to drive all of us insane

Are you dead?

Sometimes I think I'm dead

‘Cause I can feel ghosts and ghouls wrapping my head

But I don't wanna fall asleep just yet.”

“Is it because of--”

“Out.” She pointed. “Out with you.”

“Ooh, my eyes went dark

Ooh, I don't know where

Ooh, my pupils are

But I'll figure out a way to get us out of here.”

“Okay, okay,” Mark said, “but only because you asked nicely.”

Amy rolled her eyes.

“Get a load of this monster

He doesn't know how to communicate

His mind is in a different place

Will everybody please give him a little bit of space?

Get a load of this trainwreck

His hair's a mess and he doesn't know who he is yet

But little do we know, the stars 

Welcome him with open arms.”

Amy returned back to her place behind the camera, making sure everything was still in frame before giving you an apologetic smile. “Sorry,” she mouthed.

“Ooh, time is 

Ooh, slowly

Ooh, tracing his face

But strangely he feels at home in this place.”

Amy clapped when you finished the song. “That was amazing!”

Mark burst through the door. “Is she done?”

“Mark, seriously, what is wrong with you!”

Mark laughed. “Just trying to be supportive of my girlfriend and her little sister.”

You shrunk down in your chair, smiling weakly at him. “Thanks.”

-

Tyler lounged on the couch, staring at the ceiling. He had nothing to do. That is until you returned from your ladies’ day out with Kathryn, Amy, and Mika. Teamiplier was planning to see a movie that afternoon due to his suggestion.

“Hey, Tyler.”

Tyler glanced around and was met with the face of Ethan staring down at him. “What’s... up?”

“(Y/N) posted a new video yesterday,” Ethan said. “I was wondering if you saw it or not.”

Tyler frowned; he was skeptical. You always texted him right away after posting a new video. He had yet to receive such text. “...No, I haven’t.”

Ethan held out his phone to him, slightly smirking.

Tyler was good friends with Ethan, never having a problem with him except when it came to you. He always felt-- what was the word?-- jealous when he saw you and Ethan hanging out. You always seemed to sparkle with joy when you were around him. 

Tyler just couldn’t compete.

His eyes lit up when he saw your face on the phone. 

Ethan wasn’t lying after all. 

He immediately recognized the song when you started strumming, This Is Home by Cavetown. For the past month, you’d had played on repeat whenever he offered to drive you to work. He probably knew the lyrics just as well as you did by now.

At the end of the video, you would always talk a little about the song you covered and what it meant to you. This time was no exception.

“Cavetown is one of my favorite artists,” you said, “but I really covered this song for a good friend of mine, someone who always seemed to make me smile. He’s someone who I always want to be around and whenever I don’t see him... well, I miss him.” You smiled. “Thank you, guys, for watching. I’ll see you next time.” You moved your hand toward the camera as the video ended.

Tyler’s heart sank in his chest, a million thoughts racing around his head. He placed Ethan’s phone on the coffee table and stood up. Without looking Ethan’s way, he headed to the bathroom.

“Where are you going?”

“I just... I just need to use the restroom.”

-

“Are you guys ready to go see--” Mark started.

“Wait, where’s Tyler?” you asked.

Ethan put a hand on your shoulder. “Last time I saw him, he needed to use the bathroom,” he said. “He must have had a real large shit.”

You stifled a laugh as you tore away from your group of friends to look for Tyler. It only took you a couple of minutes to find the restroom he locked himself in.

You knocked on the door. “Tyler, you okay in there? We’re about ready to leave for the movie.”

There was a pause. “I’m... I’m fine, but you guys should go without me. I don’t really want to go anymore.” He sounded like a kindergartner who didn’t get the toy he wanted.

“Tyler, it was your idea to go in the first place,” you said. “What’s wrong, Tye Dye?”

You could hear a soft chuckle. “I hate that nickname.”

“I’ll keep calling you that if you don’t tell me what’s wrong.”

Another pause. “Who did you make the cover for? Ethan?”

“Goddamnit, Ethan,” you cursed. “Will you come out if I tell you?”

“Fine.” Tyler unlocked the door and opened it. The first thing you noticed was his red eyes. Was he crying?

“The video wasn’t for Ethan--”

“Then who--”

“He wasn’t supposed to show you the video. I was gonna show it to when... when I was ready to tell you,” you said.

“Tell me what?”

Your face turned red. “That... that I... I like you a lot, like a lot, a lot, Tyler.”

“I like you, too.” He reached for your hand, squeezing it.

You stood in silence for a moment, staring into each other’s eyes. Then, you asked, “Were you crying because I thought I liked Ethan?”

“Well...”

“You realize he’s dating Mika, right?”

#isabel #request #tyler scheid x reader #tyler scheid imagine #apocalypto 12 x reader #apocalypto 12 imagine #teamiplier x reader #markiplier x amy #crankgameplays x mika #teamiplier #apocalypto 12 #tyler scheid #cavetown

[bapyess1r]

Amphetamine

WARNINGS: drunken behavior, cursing, age difference, use of substance, slightly heated

CHAPTER 4

Talia’s POV

I left the house very excited to see my best friend. I had so much to tell her, so much to show her, and so little time to do it. I drove myself to the airport almost ready to hope out of my seat. These were the feelings my therapist once told me to savor. I took a deep breath and let the good feeling warm throughout my chest, gripping my steering wheel as I turned into the pickup lane. I parked the car, not bothering to turn the car off and climbed my car to sit on the roof, hoping to spot my tiny friend better. And in a matter of minutes, there she was carrying her bright purple suitcase, a jacket in her arms. She spotted me and screamed her head off, scuttling toward me with her arms wide open. I hopped off the car and ran to squeeze her tightly. Suddenly, I felt whole again. “Oh fraaaand! I missed you!” She squealed, brushing her long black hair off of her face. “I can’t believe it’s only been a month!”

“I know! Time flies. How’re the boys?” I asked, grabbing her suitcase and putting it in the backseat. Tulio and Jay were two other friends I was very close with in New York. The four of us were inseparable in school. There was never a bad moment with them.

“Tulio is currently a barista and freelancing. Jay is a voice actor now. He’s working on a kids show that's coming out soon.” She informed me as she got in the car, buckling her seatbelt. “Is the ABC still open? I wanna get us a bottle of something good!” She cheesed, nodding her head suggestively. It wasn’t too late so we had time to stop by.

While I drove, I noticed the sky growing darker and dark as Anna told me all about what was going on back home. She didn’t miss a single detail. And our behavior around each other didn’t change. Still horrible, still encouraging each other’s bad behavior, still laughing at dumb people doing dumb shit. We stopped by her hotel to put her suitcase and things in her room. “So what am I walkin’ into with this whole block party deal?” She asked me as we walked the hallway and waited for the elevator's arrival. I don’t know why but my stomach flipped and my mind immediately went to Sam. I blushed and covered my face, laughing away my nerves. Her eyes widened as she playfully and repeatedly hit my arm. She knew me all too well. “Biiiiiitch! Who is he?!” I took a deep breath and waited to board the elevator before answering.

“His name is Sam.”

“Oh, Sam…” she called dramatically clutching her chest, making me laugh. I pushed her off me and hid my face again.

“DILF vibes.” I groaned.

“Oooo an older gentleman! Okaaay! Okay sis!” She hyped me up to the best of her abilities. As the short elevator ride came to an end, I began fidgeting around for my cigarettes as we walked toward the parking lot. “Does he know you like him?” She pried.

“I fear he has an inkling…” I answered scrunching my face. I hadn’t even admitted to myself that I was into and now I was saying it out loud.

“Then make it a big splotch of ink, bitch! Tell him! Let it be known!” She said enthusiastically, throwing her arms all over the place. I laughed as I attempted to light my cigarette.

“He plays in the band I told you about…”

“Is he the guy that wasn’t there when you started playing with them?” I nodded.

“He plays guitar and he sings and even though haven’t heard it my god am I ready to but I’m so NERVOUS.” I blurted out before taking a long drag. “Fuck I need a drink…” That’s when she boldly grabbed my breast.

“Shit, bitch, I forgot the champagne!” She said and I cackled. “I’ll be right back!” She ran off performing her signature grandma speed walk.

“Alright. I’ll be here.” I said unlocking the car doors, sitting sideways in the driver’s seat. I looked up at the stars beginning to come through the now black sky. I huffed wondering what I was gonna do about Sam. There was no way my Godfather would let that slide. Not that it mattered to me. I was a grown woman. I did as I pleased. That’s when I felt the buzz in my back pocket. It was Marcel.

Marcel: Where are you? We’re about to start playing and Sam is looking like a nervous puppy

I felt a smile crack on my face as I read the last line. I couldn’t imagine Sam acting like everything wasn’t cool. He seemed so put together to me. I texted back, letting my cigarette hang from my lips.

Me: Im on my way!! I’ll be there soon. Good luck !

If anything, it was good that we’d show up late. Sam could sing without being worried about my opinion and I’d see him full force when I get there. “He’ll be alright.” I said aloud to myself as Anna returned, drinking said bottle already. She pouted as she looked at my face and held the bottle out to me.

“Take a sip. We’ll finish it before we go watch the band. That way you won’t be so nervous to see him! Also you’re gonna have to point him out to me. I’m ready to see this man.” She said, rounding the car to hop into her seat. I looked at the bottle and took a big but quick sip before turning into my seat correctly and giving her the bottle back. I slammed the car door and off we went to the block party.

By the time we arrived into the neighborhood, people were out dancing already, their children playing in the nearby park. I noticed the block was full of cars so I just pulled behind one and parked with a large sigh. I could hear the band playing already and I instantly became anxious. Anxious to see Sam, to hear him sing, to watch him play, to just be in his vicinity. I let out a loud frustrating grunt and my friend gave me the biggest smile. “Oh my god you really are nervous! Here! Drink bitch.” She told me, passing the bottle and almost dropping it. She was definitely tipsy. I giggled and actually relaxed enough to start drinking. “Is there anything else to drinky drink at this shindig?”

“The band bought plenty.” I said before taking a long sip. The beverage warmed my chest up so much I took off my tye dye shirt and tossed it in the back. I was just gonna go with the bralette from the combination of alcohol and Florida heat. I shook every part of my body with a random sound to release the tension that had been building, fluffing my hair as I did.

“That’s right, bitch. I see you. Get cute, sis.” She said aggressively sipping the champagne.

“Let’s do this…” I said, opening the door and slamming it shut.

Anna leaned over the car to pass me the bottle again and grabbed my hand, beginning to dance her way to the block party with a bright smile. Now that I was out of the car, I could hear the music more clearly. And even more so, closer we got to the party. Sam’s voice coming through strong and powerful as they performed Whisper to a Scream by the Icicle Works, sending shivers up my spine. I tried to move my feet to the music but I knew as soon as I laid eyes on him, it was over for me. The street became lined with tiki lights and string lights in the shape of pineapples. Somehow, the smell of wood for the bonfire being burned already comforted me. When we reached the end of the street where the band was, my breath was taken away. He stood front and center, clad in a tight white v neck, black shirt rolled to expose his strong forearms, veins bulging out from playing, and the best fitting jeans paired with his usual dirty boots. His hair was falling out of place from performing passionately, a thin layer of sweat covering his forehead. Instinctively, I reached out for Anna and took an extended sip of champagne as I watched him. She looked at me with wide eyes and laughed. “Woo bitch…” I sighed, nearly shaking from how good he looked. “The one singing…”

“Sam?!” She exclaimed, running deeper into the crowd of drunk people dancing to get a better look, forgetting to let go of me. She dragged me right in front of him. And at the right moment he looked up and locked eyes with me. And almost like on the spot he began singing to me. I swallowed hard as he sent me a brief smile and wink. I could see his shoulders visibly dropping and loosening up. He was relaxing. Which was more than I could say for myself. “That’s Sam? He’s hot! Hell yes. You needed to fuck him like… yesterday.”

“Bitch I met him yesterday!”

“Your point?” She said putting a hand on her hip with a sassy expression.

“I mean… because he’s older I’m sure he’s more old school about that stuff.”

“I never try to understand what goes on in a man's head but that man wants to fuck. And real bad.” She said, reassuring me also tipping the bottle near my mouth upwards to make me drink. During the break in the song, Sam noticed the situation and smirked a bit trying to control his laughter onstage.

Throughout the night, Anna and I managed to find more booze. Boy….the trouble. We were now, drunk off our asses, shaking our hips and bobbing our heads to the music. Between songs, Sam would sip on a glass or three of scotch, watching me with intent and a hint of lust. The sexual tension was thick enough to cut with a butter knife. My friend would bring me back to earth sometimes when I was on another planet lost in this man’s performance. When his song was over, everyone clapped and he took his swig of scotch again. He waved everyone’s applause down enough for him to speak. “So… some of you know that we have recently acquired some new vocals for the band.” He began. I knew where this was going and I wasn’t prepared for it at all. Anna looked at me and snatched my beer out of my hands, pushing me forward. “My uh…. my guilty conscience is kickin in and I have to say it wouldn’t be fair if she didn’t get to sing a little something tonight. Would you guys be down for that?” And the neighbors cheered.

‘Well shit…’ I thought.

“Ladies and gentlemen, give it up for our new vocalist Talia Aaron, everybody.” He said easing off the mic and clapping. The band hollered and encouraged the situation. With all the strength I had, I tried my best not to fall or trip over the wiring as I approached the stage. The band leaned in listening for my split second song selection. “Nice of you to join us.” He smirked before leaning in and whispering in my ear. “I showed you mine, now you show me yours.” I was absolutely shaking as I tried to think of a song. Not from stage fright but literally just smelling the cologne Sam wore. I had not a clue what to sing until Marcel caught my attention. He threw me that bright smile and winked. I knew exactly what he wanted me to sing. I nodded.

“Black Velvet…”

“Great choice.” Sam winked and it shot right through my heart.

“Here’s to hoping I don’t fuck this up!” I said stealing Sam’s glass and finishing it for him in one gulp. He blinked in surprise and laughed to himself.

“You got this Tali!!!!” I saw Anna yell and my neighbors all cheered. I smirked, adjusting the stand and bringing the mic to my lips with a nervous smile. With a nod of the head, Sam kicked us off with that classic riff and Marcel’s bass line sat right where it needed in me.

“Ok y’all. I hope you don’t mind if I just…. Feel this liquor for a minute…” I said softly as the opening of the song played, tapping my foot and rolling my body to the beat.

“Take yo time girl!” My friend cheered as I played with my hair, feeling my oats and finding that comfort zone. That’s when I began to sing. The moment I opened my mouth, I could see Sam staring at me in my peripheral. I was shaking my hips slowly to the music, letting my body sing the song as well, easing into every word and belting out every note; the raspiness in my voice adding a soulful tone to each verse. I stroked the stand, somewhat using it as a pole. And the entire time, his eyes never left my body. It was a very sensual performance even though I didn’t mean it to be. That was the liquor talking. The neighbors cheered and the band performed two more songs after me before joining the block party themselves.

After receiving praise from the drunk older women (all of which were definitely trying to get into bed with him), Sam locked eyes with me as he grabbed a beer from the cooler and nodded towards our designated smoking spot. I grabbed Anna by the wrist and brought her forehead to mine. “He’s calling me over, what do I do?!” I panicked and she repeatedly hit my arms, squealing as she turned me around.

“Go get your man, bitch! Go! Go, go!” She said, suddenly catching Marcel’s eyes. He winked at her and she gave me a mischievous smile. “I think I found a boo, too….” she said, waving at him as I grinned, heading towards the cooler to grab a beer myself and following Sam’s trail.

The docks were dark and the street lamp nearby hadn’t turned on yet. All I could see was his tall figure in the moonlight, smoke dancing in the air around him. Nervously, I pulled out my source of nicotine and walked over to him, my heeled boots making a sound that stood out from the sounds of nature. He turned to look at me as I eased up next to his large frame.

“You didn’t play any Billy Idol!” I said poking him in his strong chest. He rubbed the spot with a laugh.

“Actually I did. You were late.” He said with a lopsided smirk.

“I wouldn’t have been drunk enough anyway. Right now though?! I’m extra toasted.” I chuckled trying everything in me to not be that drunk girl randomly kisses someone. But boy was he making it hard for me.

“Oh yeah? Started early, I see. I’m getting there. But just a warning:” he leaned down to my level, our noses almost touching. “You might be in trouble.” He took a drag of his cigarette and a sip of his beer, returning his gaze to the moonlit waters. ‘Fuck…’ I thought, biting my lip. “What did you think of the show?” He asked me.

“You were amazing!” I blurted almost immediately, taking a sip of beer and pulling on my own cigarette to hide my eagerness but I don’t think it worked. He smiled to himself and I stood in silence for a moment. “How’d I do?” I was almost afraid to ask.

“It was uh… very sexy… if I may say so myself.” He said, his eyes never leaving the water. “I love your voice. Marcel made the right call adding you.”

With that, we continued to talk about upcoming rehearsals and how it would work with my job. He understood that as he had to take off often for his job. We somehow ended up not leaving each other’s side all night and getting drunk together with the band and my best friend. We danced and played field games, ate food. You know, wholesome shit. As the block party came to a close, we still didn’t wanna end the night. So we moved the party to Sam’s, just us. Anna was in a corner with Marcel as he flirted with her, showing her how to play bass. She shot me a fangirl smile and I grinned at her from across the room, sitting on the kitchen counter as Sam leaned on the other opposite of me. We had all gone from drinking beer to drinking whiskey and this cup was sending me over the edge. I felt loose and not as uptight as normal. I crossed my legs and rested myself on the bar behind me, looking into his hazel eyes as he spoke to me about his adventures with his brother and family. I couldn’t believe he really went to all of these places and almost died every time. It sounded so exhilarating. And for a moment, he grew silent, his eyes running up and down my figure as I sipped on my Jim Beam and soda. “What?” I asked nervously, writhing under his strong gaze. He walked over and uncrossed my legs so that he could stand between them. He stared into my eyes as he moved a strand of hair from my face.

“You look so good…” he mewed, his forehead resting on mine now as he cupped my face with a large, calloused hand. I leaned into as his thumb ran across my lower lip. “God, I could kiss you right now…”

“Why don’t you?” I responded almost instantly, caught up in the tension of what was happening between us.

“Don’t tempt me, little girl.” He said, pulling me closer by the back of my leg, gripping it for dear life. I took a long sip of my drink, letting the ice sit on my lips for a while before wrapping my arms around his neck and grazing them over his own. The coldness against his warm lips made him shudder as my free hand played in his hair. I let my tongue dart across his lips, sending him over the edge enough to wrap his arms firmly around my waist, pressing his lips to mine. He moved slowly against me, both of us heavy breathing over each other. My fingers graced the tattoo on his neck and he took a deep breath, deepening the kiss. He moved his lips to my jawline, then to my ear. I giggled flirtatiously as I his lips travelled to my chest and back up again to the other side. I could feel him smile against my neck as he paid extra attention there, his hands roaming my thighs, hips, and back. As I bit his lip, he laughed nervously and pulled away. I was taken aback.

“Did I do something?” I asked, suddenly panicking. He placed a hand on my cheek and gently stroked my skin.

“God, no! That was… incredible. I just… I don’t wanna hurt you…” He said in a whispery tone as a slow tune played in the background. “And it’s so soon. I wanna make sure this is what you want first.” He was very considerate of me. I took a deep breath and nodded. He was right. We had only just met 24 hours ago and here we were making out like we’d known each other forever.

“We’ll work on it.” I said biting my lip. He gave a low frustrated growl before kissing me once more.

“Man, I like kissing you though…” he chuckled before kissing me again.

Eventually, the night did have to come to an end. I had taken off my heels and leaned on my friend to walk home, Sam trailing us to make sure nothing happened to either of us. As we made it to the front door, I unlocked it and sent my friend to my room. There was no way I was driving tonight. I turned to look at Sam in the doorway as my friend crawled the stairs. “Drink some water and eat something before bed. That way you won’t wake up with a hangover.”

“This isn’t my first drunk night, Mr. Drake.” I said rather loudly. It was like I had cotton stuck in my ears, everything was so quiet now. He chuckled at my current drunken state and leaned against the wall. He bent his head down, grabbing my waist with a single hand and guided me to kiss him for a final time tonight. It was sweet and passionate.

“Goodnight, princess.” He said lowly, kissing my cheek before walking across the street to his own home. I smirked as I drunkenly stared at his ass in those jeans, nodding in satisfaction as I turned to close the door and join my friend for the night.

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Ready Player 8 pt. 2 (M)

Pairing: Xu Minghao x Readeer

Word Count: 5.2k

Warnings: Dom!Minghao, thigh riding, situations without obvious consent, a lot of nerdy game stuff, breath play

Summary: Night two of the world finals heats up more with you and Minghao

A/n: I really love this fic, even if it doesn’t do as well as my others! It’s a lot of fun to write. Also SORRY ABOUT THE AMOUNT OF PLOT. I LOVE PLOT.

DAY 2

Your phone buzzed beside your head, alerting you to its presence. You didn’t even have to look to know it was Mingyu. He always woke up earlier than necessary, and since he was up, he felt both you and Wonwoo should be too. You grabbed your phone and groaned into it.

“Good morning to you, too.” Mingyu snarled at your lack of effort. He droned on about having to get up, something about this competition you were at, and other words, some of which involved food. You were too tired to completely focus on the words being said to you. You blindly nodded to no one at his speech, but it didn’t take Mingyu long to realize nothing he said was sticking. “Fine, just meet up downstairs in 15.” And he hung up. He knew what battles to fight, and waking you up early was not one of them. Especially when, unknown to Mingyu, you stayed up way later than you should have, alcohol slipping through your system and Minghao running through your mind. You couldn’t turn the thoughts of the night at the club off in your head. You could still feel his arms around you, you could still feel the burning need between your legs, and you swear you could smell that musky sweet cologne he wore. The night was not easy for you, sleep barely came, but you came plenty. Despite your valiant efforts to release the tension, you were more wound up than ever. You tossed your cover off dramatically and forced yourself out of bed. What would it be like to see him today? Well, unfortunately, you could not avoid him, as all participating contestants had to meet downstairs to have breakfast and begin matches for the day.

After prying yourself from the heaven that was bed, and putting on your team jersey and some jeans, you gave your best attempt to fix your hair. Normally, you wouldn’t really care to try and look nice, you were just playing video games, but now you had bubbling nerves in your stomach from a certain someone. A few attempts later, you settled on the best it was going to get. Your phone buzzed again, indicating a text from Mingyu, who was trying to hurry you up. The boys were already downstairs, waiting for your arrival. You rolled your eyes at his sassy text, and grabbed your bag and key before heading out. You’re ashamed at the times you had forgotten your key in the past, so you held onto it for dear life as you closed the door behind you. Just as you stepped out the door and began to turn down the hall, the corner of your eyes caught the infamous three, one of which was the worst of them all. Minghao. The man that had tortured you through the night, sent you back to your hotel soaked and confused, was making his way towards you. Of course, being the starstruck awkward person you are, you froze, hand still on your door handle, and staring down the three in their approach. Minghao somehow managed to look spectacular. His hair was hidden underneath a tye-dye bucket hat, which..on anyone else, you may question this choice..but On Minghao, it just made him look stylish and mysterious all in one. He wore his team, jersey, but paired it with ripped blue jeans, perfect black shoes, and a goddamn belt, again. You wanted him to do so many things to you with these belts he continually wore.

Your imagination was running wild as you were snapped from your own mind by the sound of Hoshi’s voice. “Well, hello gamer girl. You ready to lose today?” He teased, sending you an evil wink with his words. You wanted to spit back something at him, but words did not come as you tried to casually play off your heart beating in your throat. Minghao and Dino giggled at your awestruck look, but Minghao went further, locking eyes with you and biting his lip as the trio swept past you, leaving you shaking in their dust. Your body felt so tense, and you released the air you had been holding in your chest. You couldn’t let Minghao get to your head..Mingyu! Wonwoo! They were waiting.

“Fuck.” You cursed under your breath and took off down the hallway, running past the evil three to make it to the elevator before they could intrude. Mingyu would ring you apart if you were late. You bit your lip and took a deep breath, safe inside the elevator. You needed to focus, Minghao was in the other bracket, so hopefully you wouldn’t have to see much of him today.

You just had to keep telling yourself that, so you did. You stepped out of the elevator and ran through the crowd, throwing sorries around to people as you swung past them, pushing yourself skillfully between bodies to reach Wonwoo and Mingyu. Mingyu looked annoyed, and Wonwoo looked like he couldn’t care less. Pretty standard. “Finally. Thought we were down a member.” Mingyu threw the words at you with a bit of poison behind them. You knew Mingyu didn’t mean it - he just got very stressed in these situations. You gave him a smile, which he returned.

“I’m sorry, I promise, I am here now, and my head is in the game. I shouldn’t drink so much!” You laughed it off, and gestured for them to follow you as you headed backstage to get some food. Breakfast was first, in which the staff would take the time to go over the schedule. You all found your marked seats, and began to work on the food laid out in front of you. You didn’t realize how hungry you were until you took the first bite. The food tasted incredible, and it was nice to finally relax. You continued to eat while the staff members took attendance and went over rules. The first match of the day would be between you and another team that you’ve fought plenty of times before. Your team would usually come out on top when matched against this team, to no fault of their own, your composition just fared better when matched against theirs. Needless to say, you weren’t overly worried, and it was nice to begin the competition against a team you knew you had a great shot against. The staff let you and the opposing team know when you were allowed on stage, and the time limit you had to situate your computer and settings. They also were great in reminding you all multiple times that this competition was the world finals and being streamed to millions of viewers. You swear you stopped breathing anytime this was brought up. Stage fright was a real thing, but it was not something that needed to emerge right now.

You opted to not listen to the rest of the spiel, and wasted your time fiddling around with games on your phone while talking to Wonwoo. Wonwoo was always good about distracting you when you were nervous. A few games and many laughs later, the staff was done with tormenting you, and you were able to carry on. Mingyu ushered you both to get up - apparently now was your time to go setup your computer. You might’ve known that if you had payed more attention. The three of you rose from your chairs and grabbed your bags. A quick glance over at your arch rivals was all it took to realize Minghao had his gaze locked onto you, undressing you with his eyes and doing only God knows what else. His eyes trailed every inch of you, his dark orbs showing no emotion beyond pure need for you. You could feel the fire ignite in your stomach, but you turned on your heel and quickly followed your teammates to the stage.

Once away from the assaulting eyes of Minghao, you got to work on your computer. Checking all the cords, situating your keyboard and mouse to your liking, and adjusting every setting on the game. It felt nice to be in front of the computer, a place you had grown so accustomed to and become so confident behind. The crowd was growing, watching as you all set the computers up to your needs. You thought you would be a lot more nervous, but as you sat between Mingyu and Wonwoo, it was easy to forget that you were playing in front of thousands live and millions online. With the computers and their settings appropriate, you took off your headset and headed backstage with Wonwoo. Mingyu stayed back for a small interview, while Wonwoo and yourself tried to find some water and a snack before sitting down to play the first match.

“Hey, gamer girl.” You rolled your eyes, you didn’t even have to look, you knew it was Hoshi.

“What do you WANT.” You tensed at the last word, turning to see the three ever so cocky gentleman make their way to you and Wonwoo. You just opted to not look at Minghao, that never ended well for you.

“Whoa whoa, there. God, you’re so feisty.” Hoshi held his hands up to defend himself from the words you threw at him. Dino laughed behind him. You weren’t sure what Minghao was doing, as you used every cell in your body to purposefully not look at him. “I was just going to say - good luck. I hope you win, so we can beat you in the finals.” Hoshi teased you, to which you rolled your eyes.

“Yea, I guess the same to you.” You nodded and turned away, you didn’t need this right now. Wonwoo chased behind you to catch up, and grabbed your wrist.

“Hey, don’t let them do that to you. You know why we are here. You know we deserve it.” Wonwoo was always like this. He was always there for you, he waited until he knew you needed him most, which was now. You gave him an assuring smile, and kept walking with him in tow.

“I know. Don’t worry. I’m not intimidated.” You slightly lied. You weren’t intimidated by Hoshi or Dino, no. You were, though, absolutely and without argument intimidated by the likes of Minghao, though. Luckily, you weren’t on stage with Minghao, and he was going to behind a wall, far away from being able to drive you insane.

You all lined up in front of the other team, waving to the crowd as a roar of screams and applause broke out. Such a surreal feeling, seeing all these faces here to watch you. You were enjoying it, but you didn’t have long to bask in such a feeling, as you were about to sit down to the first game of the competition. Your team walked forward, shaking the hands of your opponents before taking a seat at your pre-set computers. It was game time.

The first game began, a plan in place for your teams focus. Applause was breaking out in the crowd anytime someone came close to dying. Screams fell on your headset, causing a muted noise, but you were easily able to focus on the voices of Mingyu and Wonwoo flowing through your ears. Within a few moments, the target you had in place was down. Now it was all clean-up, finishing off the last two opponents. As the last victim fell, you couldn't contain your smile. Wonwoo clapped his hands rigorously, and Mingyu was beaming with the proudest smile. You had one more game to go to win the round, but man..it felt amazing to completely crush the first game.

“Great job, guys! Stay focused! One more!” Mingyu kept your heads in line, kept the focus through the wave of excitement that flew threw your bodies. You began to contain your excitement, your hands shaking a bit on the keyboard as you had to shake your leg to try and get the thrill that ran through you out somehow.

The second game began, and the focus immediately set in, but you could feel your heart pumping adrenaline to every single tip of your body. You were running on pure electricity, every single move you made more pronounced and exciting than usual as your body heated up from all of the adventure that was happening around you. Your team faltered slightly, sending the crowd into hysterics at the loss you almost experienced. Thank god you reacted fast enough, saving Wonwoo from the almost secured death. The other team was audibly upset, yelling their displeasure as they began to rally to attempt the take down again. Wonwoo and Mingyu got together, protecting you as the three of you went straight for the other team, securing your victory.

“WE DID IT!” Mingyu threw off his headset, followed quickly by yours and Wonwoo’s. You all three stood up, and the sound of the crowd hit your uncovered ears. Wonwoo snatched you into a tight hug, jumping up and down and yelling along with the crowd. Your body felt like you had just ran through a fire and a firework. You wanted to explode out of excitement and happiness. You couldn’t believe you had just won your first match at worlds. Mingyu grabbed you both into a hug with his monstrous long arms. The announcer congratulated all of you, and motioned for you to meet him up front. You had to shake the other teams hand before conducting a small interview about your victory.

After the interview, you all ran backstage, thoroughly reliving the feeling of the victory again. In the midst of your over exuberant chatting, your manager came to pull Mingyu away. Mingyu was basically the leader of your team, and had to do yet another interview on the game you all just successfully won. Wonwoo and you continued your banter, laughing and living in the moment. “God, that win sure built up an appetite for me.” You laughed at Wonwoo’s typical statement. You were hungry, but much too excited to eat much. While Wonwoo went to the cafeteria for a meal, you opted to get some water and a snack, and headed to the small table that was laid out for all competitors to pick and choose from. As soon as you turned for the table, you were greeted with the undeniable back side of Minghao himself. Normally, you’d freeze, change your destination, play it off and convince yourself you were totally fine. Coming off your win, though? You felt empowered. You know he watched, he must’ve been impressed at your save to secure your team’s win, and you weren’t feeling nearly as nervous as before. After a deep breath and convincing pep-talk, you made your way to the table.

“Oh, hello. Just getting some water.” You slid up next to Minghao, barely paying him any mind. Minghao froze up next to you at your sudden show of confidence. You leaned forward, brushing your chest up against Minghao’s extended arm while he reached for a water himself. Minghao’s head turned to watch you, and you just let a smirk creep up your face as your pressed into his arm more before retrieving your water. As you went to stand up, you put your lips painfully close to his and whispered to him. “Sorry about that…” Your eyes found his, his pupils made his eyes black and he opened his mouth to reply without finding the correct words. Before anything could be said, you pranced away, leaving Minghao in a state of shock at your forward behavior.

You smiled to yourself as you met back up with Wonwoo, who had a piled high plate of food. You peeked back at Minghao, still standing at the table and eating up every single inch of your body. You bit your lip and eyed his body up and down. This felt good, being so forward and powerful. Minghao seemed to enjoy it too, by the dumbfounded look on his face and the bulge that appeared in his pants. You laughed it off, and sat down at a table with Wonwoo to relax until your last match.

The noise from the crowd let the three of you know how the games outside were going. Cheering, screaming, and lots of laughs were echoing through to the back. You figured how the games would go. You figured the evil three would make their way to the finals, so watching would only drive you all insane. You all opted to sit in the back, play games, and Wonwoo even took a nap. How that man can nap anywhere is beyond you..but whatever.

After your arch rivals obvious victory, they emerged from the door and into the waiting room with everyone else. Minghao barely spared you a look as he blew past your table and into the bathroom. Hoshi and Dino laughed at something you weren’t interested in, and before you could even comprehend what may be going, you were summoned to appear on the stage for your final competition of the day. You were a little distracted, wondering why Minghao was paying no attention to you. He almost looked angry. You know they had won their matches, so why was in such a sour mood?

You tried your best to brush the feelings aside as you took your seat. You really wanted to brew in your head the questions you wanted to ask, but you weren’t here for that. Mingyu and Wonwoo gave their usual pep talk before the game began. This was also another team you had faced many times before. They weren’t as easy for your team to take as the previous team, mostly because of their team composition, but it was doable. You focused all your energy into keeping Mingyu and Wonwoo alive, despite some of their dumb decisions. You shook Minghao out of your mind, and managed to secure the first win. This one was not as exciting, as you continued to dwell in your head. He didn’t even look at you. Did you do too much? Wonwoo saying your name brought you back to the present.

“You okay?” He looked concerned. Now was not the time to tell Wonwoo you were trying to figure out why the guy who has been torturing you for two days, who happens to be on the opposing team at the world finals, is now ignoring you.

“Yes, sorry.” You mumbled, and looked back to your screen. Mingyu and Wonwoo went through the next strategy, guessing the opposite team would also switch theirs. The match began, and your energy all went towards the game. Shutting Minghao out of your head. Wonwoo took a large chain of hits and Mingyu sat in crowd control for too long. You barely saved Wonwoo from death, and the crowd cheered loudly at your success. You all attempted to stay away from the other team while formulating a new plan. You were hyper focused at the game, very aware of everything, but nothing could stop the onslaught the other team forced onto Wonwoo, taking him down once and for all. The crowd groaned along with you, some cheers breaking out as the other team finished the round in their favor.

“Guys!” Mingyu didn’t need to say much more, you all understood. You had one more shot. Now was not the time to flail. Now was not the time to show any weakness. Deep breaths and a few moments later, the final game begin. Your blood was pumping, your ears shut off every noise that didn’t belong to the game or your teammates, and your fingers danced along the keyboard.

“Go go go!” Wonwoo screamed into the mic, directing you to all rush the target of choice. You stayed back, supporting your team from a perfect position. Your entire year led up to this, and you would be damned if you lost it to some silly positioning. Mingyu screamed for you to all fall back, his health at a scary low. The other team chased the three of you around a pillar, which would ultimately be their downfall. You all capitalized on their desperate positioning, grabbing one of their members and eventually ending the match then and there.

You guys were in the finals. The crowd went berserk, screaming and cheering. The announcer screamed your team name throughout the arena. You felt great, your body felt like it was on cloud nine, but there was a nagging in the back of your head. Minghao. You obviously did something, and it was effecting you to the point that you excused yourself from the post-victory interview. Mingyu, as usual, finished off the interview to satisfy the hungry fans, while Wonwoo darted after you, grabbing your arm.

“What’s up, girl? You’re not yourself.” His face looked painfully concerned as he pulled you closer.

“I’m just super tired. These games took it out of me.” You mustered up a weak smile, enough for Wonwoo to somewhat believe you. You continued to convince him of your exhausted state, even if he wasn’t fully buying it.

Eventually, Wonwoo had enough of you avoiding the question, and demanded that you headed up to bed early. You thanked him, but waited for Mingyu to come to the back to give him a hug. It was not their faults you were beating yourself up so much over this guy, and you all played amazingly. They deserved a congratulation. After a hug and goodbye, you made your way to the hotel. The boys would stay and socialize, possibly go out, but reminded you multiple times to call them if you needed absolutely anything.

You were actually really tired. Your body felt 100 pounds heavier as your dragged yourself to your hotel room. The elevator ride seemed to take years longer than usual, and when the doors opened, you felt a huge relief to see your door just down the hallway. As you made your way to the door, you felt more and more excited to finally be relaxed, except..that damn hotel key. “God damnit.” You swore to yourself, digging through your bag and pockets desperately. The key held all the power, but you could not find it anywhere. You were giving up, your patience wearing thin, and as you slammed your bag on the ground in a fit of anger. You closed your eyes, swearing to a higher power. Just as you decided to calm down and retrieve your bag from thee floor, you felt a tightness around the back of your neck, lifting you upwards. The grip around the back of your neck was a hand, and it slowly tightened as it pulled you up. You didn’t react, as you were shocked this was happening to begin with. Who in the fuck was behind you? You remembered Wonwoo and Mingyu, begging you to call for any help you may need. Slight panic set in as the hand gripped even tighter and moved you towards the wall. You fumbled with your hands to try and grab your phone, when another hand swatted them away. As the hand pushed you closer to the wall, you could feel a body press harshly against the back of yours, and that’s when it all clicked. Minghao. You could smell his cologne, you could feel his presence, and your body instantly relaxed. You’re not sure why you relaxed, as he still had a tight hold on your neck and was pushing you firmly against the door, but something about the situation did not seem alarming to you.

Minghao continued to press your body into the door, his grip on the back of your neck not lessening at all as he pressed his body firmly against yours. He took a deep breath in before nipping at your ear and causing electricity to shoot down the back of your spine. His other hand made its way to your wrist, holding it securely behind your back. You could feel his cock hardening against your ass as his body pressed into you. The cold of the door on your cheek gave you a much needed break from the heat that was flowing like lava throughout your entire body. “You’re such a brat.” He growled into your ear, nipping it after he spoke. You didn’t know if you should speak, your core was throbbing and your blood pounded in your ears. Minghao loosened his grip on your neck and pulled you back off the door. With such ease, he twirled you around so you were facing him. His hair was messy, dusting over his forehead and barely covering his black eyes. His lips were slightly parted, his breathing coming heavier than usual as adrenaline burst through his veins. His hand didn’t wait much longer before ending back on the front of your throat and pushing you back against the wall. One of your hands instinctively grasped his wrist that was around your throat, as if to make yourself believe you controlled any part of the situation. The grip he had was the perfect amount of pain and pleasure. Your breathing was mildly constricted, causing your endorphins to run wild through your body. Your eyes were hooded as you stared at him, and you could feel your pussy soaking through your panties.

Minghao smirked at your fucked out appearance and moved one of his legs forward, parting yours. Minghao was fairly taller than you, tall enough that when he slid his leg between yours, you could easily feel your heat slide across his knee, causing a moan to break from your throat. Minghao’s knee stayed exactly where it was, while his free hand glided up the side of your body, sending shivers down your spine. His hand made its way up until it landed on your breasts, sliding over the thin material of your jersey. Your nipples began to harden at the contact, and Minghao’s eyes locked with yours as you moaned from the feeling. There you were. Pinned against your room door in the middle of the hotel hallway while Minghao’s leg rested against your heat, his hand teasing your nipples and his other hand never leaving its rightful place on your neck. He leaned forward to your ear, his breath flowing across your ear as he whispered to you, “Move.”

You needed no more instruction as your hips began to move on his thigh. Strangled moans left your lips, your eyes rolled into the back of your head as you finally were getting to release some of the tension you were feeling. Minghao watched you in absolute awe as your body begged for every inch of him, grinding on his thigh, using his wrist that was at your neck to help you grind harder and harder. The friction of your jeans and his thigh had you sliding the perfect spot against your clit. Minghao gripped your breast harder, and slid his leg up more to help you create an even better feeling.

“Fuck, I’m not sure if you deserve to cum after today” He groaned, his eyes never leaving your face for a second. He loved the look of torture you had on, of absolute desperation and need. Your eyes tried to open, you tried to focus on him through the lust and need you were filled with. At this point, you didn’t care if someone walked out of the room, your body was on the edge and you needed to cum. Minghao’s leg pressed harder against your pussy, his hand gripped harder on your neck and his breathing became more and more shallow. You could feel the edge, you could see the wave of pleasure approaching as you tried to make noise but none came out. Your head tilted back and your hips took over, moving your dripping core as hard and fast against his leg as you could. You decided cumming was more important than breathing, as you used the last strength and air you had to scream Minghao’s name, begging to let you cum.

“Cum for me.” With those three words, Minghao pressed his leg even further into your pussy, sending you crashing into that wave of pleasure. His hand released his tight hold on your neck, allowing you to gasp in gulps of air as you body spun into a spike of intense pleasure and some pain. Minghao watched in fascination as your body began to grind down on him harder, chasing the last moments of pleasure. “Fuck, you’re so hot right now..” He whispered under his breath. Your body began to shake, your knees were weak, and you could barely stand as you began to come off the intense high you were on. Minghao moaned, trying to catch his own breath as he helped steady you on your feet. Once you were stable, Minghao reached down to pick up your bag, and magically, your key appeared in his hand. He handed you the key, and as he placed it in your hand, he took a hold of your wrist. You looked up at him through your heavy eyes. Minghao looked back, his mouth curving into a mischievous smile. His hand took yours, moving it over to him and placing it on his rock hard cock. He began to moan, pressing his cock harder into your hand, rocking back and forth. Your eyes went wide, he was so big and so fucking hard. His head fell back as he began to fuck himself in your hand. As you went to wrap your hand around his cock, he pulled back, sending you to fall forward slightly.

“Next time, maybe.” He smirked, raised a hand and pressed you against the door by your shoulder. You looked at him in shock. You were so confused, you wanted more again already, you needed more, but he was in control, and he had put a stop to it. Minghao came closer to you, pressing his body firmly against yours and grinding his cock into you. He leaned down, locked eyes with yours and pressed a burning hot kiss against your lips. Kissing Minghao felt like the best thing you never knew you needed, but now that you had him, you never wanted it to end. You pressed your lips into him harder, needing to taste every inch of him, but Minghao pulled away, breathing heavily and smiling down at you. “Sleep tight..”

And he was gone. His figure faded down the hallway, leaving you a mess and leaving you feeling absolutely filled and empty all at the same time. Your body began to turn cold, missing the feeling of Minghao’s body pressed against yours. You left yourself breath as you shakily turned to your door. Before you could get the key in, the elevator dinged. Que the two people you really didn’t want to see. Mingyu and Wonwoo skipped out of the elevator, blissfully unaware of what had just transpired. They both slowed their excited pace when they saw you, hair a mess, eyes heavy, knees weak and shaking as you attempted to get the key into the door.

“Hey..are you okay?” Wonwoo questioned for what felt like the millionth time today. You nodded to him and successfully opened the door to your awaiting oasis.

“I really need to sleep, night.” You quipped back as you carefully slid yourself in your room. You could hear Wonwoo begin to argue, but you slammed your door shot and staggered over to your bed.

One more night. That’s all you had to get through.  

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Title: Animal (12)

Chadwick Boseman X Original Female Character “Sianna”

Chapter Warning: Cursing, Angst, Plot

Word Count: 4.7K

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-Sianna-

“I have no excuse for my actions, and I won’t make any, I just need you to forgive me.”

“I was a major asshole, Sianna. I’m sorry.”

“You lied, you’re still pregnant.”

“Do you have any idea what I’ve been going through these last weeks thinking that I was the reason you aborted the baby, I was at fault for my own child being–, how could do that?”

“Here I thought that there was something between us, something from Jamaica that traveled to Barbados, something that wouldn’t let either of us go. Then, these last few weeks I was depressing over the fact that I’d screwed up so bad that I lost you without giving this a real chance to be something and here you are.”

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His words flashed through your head as did the memory of last night. They occupied your brain so much you barely slept, and you were feeling the consequences of lack of sleep. You stretched your back for the tenth time this morning as you walked around your office. You walked to the window and gazed out, not looking at one thing in particular. Suddenly your mother’s old ass passed along from ancestor to ancestor cautionary words popped into your head.

What a twisted web we weave when we practice to deceive.

You groaned and rolled your eyes. She must have said them to you countless times since you were a child. When you lied and then were caught, she said them, when she heard some gossip about the neighbor or one of the other kids she’d say them, when your father got on her nerves every once in a while she’d say them. You could hear her voice as if she were standing right next to you.

You didn’t plan to weave any web, and you certainly didn’t plan to deceive anyone. Okay yes, you wanted to keep the truth from Chad but only for a little while. You were furious when you said the words at the lake. You saw red with all the accusations and slander; you could barely help yourself. Once you’d calmed down some, you regretted it—only slightly though. In hindsight, you could see how Chad would have felt given the limited information.

You groaned again. How were you supposed to know he even gave a damn about he baby?

“Shit.”

You put your hand on your stomach. He still thought it was just one baby instead of two. Your stomach filled with butterflies at telling him.

“Do you have any idea what I’ve been going through these last weeks thinking that I was the reason you aborted the baby, I was at fault for my own child being–.”

“He gives a damn Sianna,” you said to yourself.

You bit your bottom lip still hearing his voice echo through your head.

Or he gave a damn. The look on his face when he saw Chino and the flowers spoke volumes. He was hurt, angry, jealous, and sad even.

“Oh god, Chino.”

You gripped your head and shook it. You knew he had feelings for you. You knew he wanted more than you gave him. He tried to keep his hands respectful at all times, tried to go as slow as you wanted, but it was clear to you how he felt. You felt bad. Part of you–a really huge part was still pining after Chadwick.

“You shouldn’t have used him as a distraction, Sianna,” you said to yourself.

You knew it while you were doing it. If you start something messy, it will end messy, but it wasn’t all a distraction. You were beginning to like Chino. He was a good guy, and he treated you well. You felt fluttering in your stomach, and you paused, trying to decipher if those were kicks. It felt similar to butterfly wings tapping against your skin, but a little more forceful. You felt the sensation again, and a smile spread across your face. You slowly rubbed your expanding belly adoringly. To think you were going to terminate not too long ago.

Your mind went back to Chadwick. You had his children growing inside you. Two brand new lives that didn’t choose the current situation. Two innocent souls that deserved your best—his too. You took a deep breath and decided to put on your big girl panties. You walked over to your desk and opened the top drawer. You riffled through the papers for the card he’d sent weeks ago after he realized who you were. You found the white card and stared at the note again. 

“I’ve been thinking about you and would love to see you. Call me, please; 213-399-2811. Can’t wait to hear from you.”

You smiled, remembering the day you got the flowers and the note. You didn’t call him, one because you were convinced he was screwing your arch nemesis and two you knew if you did you’d end up sleeping with him again. You proved yourself right on several occasions after. You took up your cell and began tapping the numbers in. Once you had the numbers entered your finger hovered over the “call” button. You stared at it and went over the possibilities.

He might not answer; it’s a random number. He might hang up on you once he heard your voice. He might yell and call you all the names in the book—again. He might be happy. You rolled your eyes at the last one because it was unlikely because of how he acted the night before. You were probably enemy number one for him. You sighed and tapped the “call” button. You waited as it rang four times before it went to voicemail. You expected as much. You debated if you should leave a message. What would you say? “Sorry about last night, you weren’t supposed to find out yet, but yeah I’m pregnant, it’s twins.” You shook your head, and the voicemail tone brought you back. You opened your mouth to speak, but nothing came out. You quickly hung up and slapped yourself in the forehead with the phone.

“You’re an idiot Sianna.”

“Sianna?” You looked up and saw your assistant standing there.

“Yes.” She looked over you and stopped at your stomach. You scoffed.

“You’re pregnant?”

“Yes, I am.”

Her face spread in the fullest, happiest smile you’d ever seen. She rushed to you and hugged you.

“Oh my god, that’s great. Congratulation.”

“It is? Thank you.”

“Yes, babies are blessings, and yours is going to be beautiful.”

You smiled. She was always good for this, making you smile with her sweetness.

“How far along?”

“Uh, fiveish or so months,” you responded.

“I’m so happy for you.”

You nodded and smiled also; you couldn’t help it, her happiness was infectious.

“Eh-em, let’s get down to business,” you said, walking to your seat.

She began giving you the highlights of the last few days, relaying messages. After your meeting was finished, you began to walk the floor. You had to oversee the shipping to the department stores, and you refused to leave it up to anyone else. Your father always said if you want a job done well, you do it yourself; only you know your level of standard. So that’s what you did, you spent hours prepping the orders for the stores. You double and triple checked that the quantity was correct and that each piece of clothing was in its best shape which meant no hanging thread, not one hole, you were very anal about it.

By the time you had a moment to yourself, it was well past lunch. You sat in your office with the door closed, and blinds closed leaning back fully in your reclinable office chair. You took the time to enjoy the silence then your mind went to Chadwick again. You took up your phone and dialed the number again. It rang three times before someone that didn’t sound like him answered.

“Hello?”

“Uh, hello?”

“Yeah, how can I help?”

“Who’s this?”

“This is Tye. Who’s this?”

“Uh, well; why are you answering Chadwick’s phone?”

“I’m his agent. Who are you?”

“Um, my name is Sianna. I was hoping to talk to him.”

“Unfortunately Chadwick is tied up at the moment. He’s doing a photo shoot. I will have him call you back. Is this about business? If so, you should be talking to me.”

“No, not business. It’s personal.”

Tye didn’t speak for a few moments.

“Okay. I’ll have him return your call.”

He hung up after that. You looked at your phone, finding it strange. You shrugged it off. You closed your eyes and sunk back into the comfort of the chair. You felt a dull throb at your tailbone and arched your back trying to stretch it out. From what you read, this pain would get worse as your pregnancy went on. You read those carrying multiples felt it more. You groaned and quickly drifted to sleep.

The rest of the day went by in a whirl and a haze. It was a busy one spent prepping all the distribution orders; in total you had over two hundred orders that went out. The rest of the week, you had to send out the same number if you would meet your self imposed deadline of fourteen hundred. While it was a busy day, you took note that there were no calls from Chadwick or Chino.

When you made it home, you decided to push all man worries to the side. Hell, you weren’t sure either of them was worth the stress or the headache. You climbed in a bath and allowed the sea salts, oils, and flower petals to work their magic on your muscles and skin. Again as if you hadn’t slept all day, you drifted to sleep. When you woke up, the fragrant water was cold, and the candles you’d laid around the bathroom were burned out. You climbed out of the water and wrapped in your favorite robe.

You passed a clock and saw it was almost one in the morning. You were tempted to forgo your nighttime routine and just topple in the bed and fall back to sleep but knew your hair would hate you and in the morning your skin would be as thirsty as the cement on a scorching summer day. So you fought off the exhaustion and lotioned your skin with the blend of Shea, and mango butter concoction you made. You didn’t trust your skin to just any skincare company. From when you learned to make products you’d been doing it. You smelled the jar and moaned as the lavender, rosehip, Orange blossom, and lemon aromas hit your nose. You took the time to lotion every inch of your skin, especially your stomach. While you had a few across your backside, you didn’t anywhere else, but you’d also read of stretch marks pregnant women got, and you were not looking forward to them.

Once you finished, you lied in bed ready to fall into the deepest sleep of your life but your phone rang. You groaned remembering you’d left it in the living room.

“Who the fuck is calling at one in the morning?”

You debated if you really needed to answer it, after a quick back and forth with your work ethic you stifled it and closed your eyes. You were tired. The ringing stopped, and all was quiet again until a few moments later it began ringing again. You groaned again, angrily flung the covers to the side, and climbed out the bed. As you walked to the living room, your bitch face was painted on. You grabbed the phone and answered without looking at the ID.

“What!?”

Silence. You kissed your teeth, reaching a new level of annoyance.

“Jesus Christ!” You pinched your nose bridge trying to soothe the annoyance a little.

“Sianna?” Chadwick said. You opened your eyes, shock filling you.

“Hello? Sianna? Are you there?”

“Ehm, yes, I’m here.”

Silence.

You chewed your bottom lip, your nerves taking over. You could practically hear your heart pounding in your ears.

“I heard from Tye you called,” Chadwick said.

“Yes, yes, I did way earlier.”

“Yeah, sorry.”

Silence, this one wasn’t as long though before he began speaking again.

Actually, you know what I’m not sorry. It’s just I wasn’t going to call you back—at all. I was just going to—ignore the message. Then I thought you’re pregnant and something could be wrong, or you needed my help with something and I—I couldn’t not—call you back,” he explained

You sighed and tried not to take offense. He was only calling you back because he thought you were hurt. You dropped into your couch, feeling disappointed and hurt.

“So are you okay? Are you hurt? Is the baby okay?”

“Yes, yes, I’m fine. I’m not hurt, everything is fine,” you answered.

“Okay, so good. I’m gonna–,” he trailed off.

“Chad wait–,”

He sighed out, and you could hear his impatience.

“For what Sianna?”

“So we can talk. I called so we can talk.”

“I don’t think we have anything to talk about unless it’s about that baby you’re carrying. Wait, I can’t keep up today, do you still have a baby in there?”

“Of course there is—,”

You sighed and rubbed your forehead.

“You’re right; we have a lot to talk about regarding this pregnancy. Right now I’m too exhausted to think or control my smart mouth so right now will not work. Tomorrow.”

Silence. You were getting tired of his silence. After a few moments almost a minute he sighed again.

“Fine. Where? The park, same spot?”

Your head instantly flew back to your rendezvous in the park next to the lake. The hairs on your arms immediately stood up, remembering how he touched you, kissed you, pleased you. Before you could stop it, a groan escaped your lips.

Silence.

“How about the pier, Santa Monica,” you suggested.

“Santa Monica?”

“It’s out of the heart of LA and private, I’m sure paparazzi is a problem for you,” you explained.

You bite your bottom lip waiting for him to answer, hoping he said yes.

“Fine. What time?”

“Not early please lately I can barely keep my eyes open. Noon?”

“Fine. Good night.”

With that, Chadwick hung up. You pulled the phone from your ear and looked at it. while part of you felt he was being unfair, the other part of you felt like he was treating you justly. You did lie to him about the pregnancy, technically two times. You were found with another man coming to your home at a time that spoke of intimacy. Yes, he didn’t own you, and you didn’t owe him shit, you could admit it looked suspicious. You sighed again and made your way back to your bedroom to attempt to fall into that deep sleep you needed.

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-Santa Monica-

The drive to the pier was almost as stressful as the drive to the park to tell him you were pregnant. For this trip, he already knew. This trip was to tell him you were pregnant with twins and to apologize for lying about the abortion — nothing else.

As you pulled into the pier parking lot, you stared yourself in the eye in the rearview mirror.

“Nothing else Sianna, nothing else!”

You parked and got out of your car. You walked to the pier, and it felt like you were walking to the marching squad. You looked around and noted it was wide open. There was no way you were going to have sex with him. You breathed a breath of relief before you saw him. He stood all the way at the bottom of the pier looking out to the horizon. God, he looked good, you thought. Your eyes raked over his figure and took new appreciation for how God crafted the black man. His frame looked built for protecting, built to withstand any obstacle thrown his way; he looked as if God kept in mind firmness and strength when he created him. As your eyes dropped to his backside, you sunk your top teeth into your bottom lip. It was sinful the reaction you had to this man.

“It’s hormones, that’s it,” you whispered to yourself knowing you were full of shit. It had always been this way since you laid eyes on him in Jamaica.

As if sensing you approaching, he turned and watched you close the distance between you. You noted the hard expression on his face and the coldness in his eyes. That was new, you thought to yourself before coming to a stop before him. Neither of you spoke, you just stared at each other. After nearly a minute, Chadwick looked down to his feet.

“So?”

You cleared your throat and walked closer to the railing and leaned on it. You looked out over the vast ocean and took a deep breath. You felt calmer and waited a few more minutes, hoping your courage would build. When you didn’t speak, you heard Chadwick release an exasperated breath.

“Sianna—,”

“I’m sorry. I am really sorry,” you blurted out. He looked at you then back to the ocean, but you saw the clench in his jaw.

“Sorry, huh. Sorry for what?”

“You know for what.”

“I don’t. It seems you’ve done several things that would warrant an apology — for starters thinking the worst of me from seeing me at your fashion show, assuming and pretty much calling me a liar just because of my associations. Waiting weeks, nearly months before telling me you were pregnant despite seeing me several times and having several chances. Lying to me about having an abortion. Keeping the fact you remained pregnant from me for weeks. Jesus, does that about sum it up?”

You stood there wanting to object to everything he said but you couldn’t because he was right. You did do all of those things. The one thing he didn’t mention was you dating Chino; you wondered if he didn’t really care about that or if he intentionally kept it off the list. You looked at him.

“You’ve been lying since damn near the minute we met,” Chadwick accused.

“I have not. The only lies I told were about the pregnancy, that’s it. Everything else was real.”

He looked at you and kept eye contact with you; he looked as if he were scanning your eyes for any sign of a lie. He wouldn’t find one because you were being gut-wrenchingly honest.

“Jamaica was real, Barbados was real, the club, the park—it was all real Chad.”

He sniffed, looked away, and rested his elbows on the railing, and stared out to the ocean. Several more moments passed in silence.

“You’re right though, I have lied about a lot of things about the pregnancy, and I am truly sorry for that.”

“Why did you lie?”

“I was terrified Chad, like seriously terrified. I went on vacation to kick back before the storm, and you happened. I come back and bam I’m pregnant. I didn’t expect it, plan it, or want it. I was scared for so many reasons I can’t even begin to explain. I didn’t know what I wanted to do or what I was supposed to do. Then I was so furious at you for the things you said to me, and how you acted, I was hurt, and I saw red, and before I knew it, I’d said it.”

You didn’t dare look at him; you kept your eyes glued to the water and tried to allow the swaying of the waves to calm your rising anxieties. He didn’t speak, but you felt his eyes on you.

“I didn’t mean to hurt you, Sianna. I wasn’t thinking at all. I’m ashamed of the way I acted, the things I said–,” Chadwick trailed off, lowering his head in shame.

“I was not raised to be that man, and I’m sorry.”

You looked at him and held his gaze. You saw the sincerity in his words and knew he meant the apology. Standing beside him, you felt your body’s want to get closer to him. You felt the need your body still had for him, and while it was tempting to give in to the need, you knew you shouldn’t. You bit your bottom lip and watched as his eyes dropped to your mouth. His expression changed to one you recognized, one you were familiar with because you spent an entire night with that expression. After a few moments, Chadwick cleared his throat and stepped back, creating more space between your bodies. You tried not to feel anything about it, but the hint of rejection was unrelenting. In an effort to break free from it, you cleared your throat and looked back to the ocean.

“So um, do you need a DNA test?”

He sighed out but didn’t hesitate.

“No.”

You looked at him and studied the side of his face.

“Why not? A few weeks ago you brought it up—,”

“I know it’s mine. I don’t need to test it to be certain.”

You were impressed and kind of touched. You expected him to be gung-ho about a DNA test, so this was unexpected. You nodded and looked back to the water and allowed an anxious silence to fall between you again. You wondered what he was thinking and why he was so quiet. No doubt he had a lot going on in his head but so did you. There was so much to say, so much to figure out.

“Ah, before you keep saying “it,” there is one more thing,” you began.

Chadwick looked at you with a confused expression ten turned his body to face you fully. You took a deep breath and turned to him as well. His eyes dropped to your stomach, and he stared at it.

“There are two babies, twins.”

His face slowly sparked with emotion, first shock then horror and back to shock before he finished off with a look that placed a small smile on his lips. He looked to your face then back to your stomach and back and forth several times.

“Tw—twins? You’re sure?”

“Oh yeah very sure, doctor and ultrasound confirmed.”

“Wow. Are you—are they?”

“Yes, we’re all fine.”

“Do you know the sex?”

You shook your head.

“Not yet, hasn’t been the time yet.”

He nodded and looked shocked again. You knew it was a lot to wrap your head around. You’d gone through these emotions before.

“Wow, I can’t believe any of this. A few months ago my biggest concern was trying not to be typecasted after Black Panther, and now there’s this.”

You looked down and felt as if you were burdening him.

“Look, I don’t mean for this to be a burden to you. That is the last thing I want. I don’t want you to feel as if you’re obligated to do anything concerning these babies or me. I just—you had a right to know.”

He looked at you with a blank expression then looked back out to sea.

“Are you saying that you don’t want me involved? You don’t want me to be a part of their lives?”

The fact that he said “their” lives and not “your” life was not lost on you. You heard it and although it hurt a little you understood. You didn’t know anything about each other except the frivolous stuff, and you’d lied to him for the last five weeks at least. You got it.

“I’m saying that I don’t need you to be if you would rather not be. I a good life, a good career, I make good money, I have amazing friends and family and I can more than take care of them on my own. I don’t need anything from you that you wish not to give. So, it boils down to the decision being yours,” you explained trying to tiptoe on the eggshells you felt this conversation to be.

“Thank you for telling me all about what you don’t need. What do you want? Do you want me involved or not?”

Damn, checkmate. You didn’t know, and that was the honest to god truth. You didn’t know if you wanted him anywhere near this pregnancy or the babies’ lives. Now that may make you a bitch or a horrible person, but that was where you were. As if he sensed your answer, he looked down and nodded again.

“I don’t know. I’m just getting used to the idea of the pregnancy as a whole and what the next eighteen to twenty years of my life are going to look like. I just haven’t thought about anything else.”

He fell silent again. You thought you’d offended him and upset the mellowness of this meet and regretted opening your mouth.

“What do you want?”

You were afraid to hear his answer. It could have been anything, he could say take you to court for custody, or never see your face again. You didn’t know which response made you more nervous. You couldn’t believe life was throwing you this massive curveball for nothing. There had to be a reason, a purpose for all of this.

“I don’t know. This is sudden. A few weeks ago, it tore me up that you’d gotten an abortion, straight made me sick to my stomach that I was the reason I’d never meet my own flesh and blood and I was upset with myself. I really was. But you’re still pregnant, and the possibility is there, and it’s terrifying. Yeah, I wanted a family in life at some point. I wanted to be more established and settled and secure than I currently am, but I guess life had other plans. So being faced with it now there’s so much,” he finished.

Again, you understood completely. There was no way he could answer anything with all this information being so fresh.

“Seems like we both have a lot of thinking to do.”

You nodded.

“Thank you for telling me the truth.”

“Thank you for apologizing.”

“Thank you for not kicking me in the nuts; I may have deserved it.”

You smiled and nodded.

“Yeah, that and so much more.”

Chadwick snorted, and you smiled and looked at him just at the same time he looked at you. You both stared at each other for several long moments, and you felt the same way you did in Jamaica that first night you saw him. The night that started everything. You wondered if he was thinking about the same thing you were. Was he reminiscing about the first time he saw you, touched you, felt your body on his, kissed you? Was he daydreaming about the night these babies were most likely conceived? He bit his bottom lip, and your attention went right to them. It had been so long since you’d tasted his lips. So long since you’d smelled the unique scent your bodies created together. How was it possible to want one man this much you asked yourself? How was it possible to be so angry and hurt by someone but also want to be near them, be with them? It was infuriating. Chadwick looked away and cleared his throat loudly.

“I have to make it back to LA.”

You nodded and stepped back. You hadn’t even realized your body drifted closer to his like a magnet attracting you.

“Yeah, so I’ll uh keep in touch about things,” you announced.

“Thank you.”

“And don’t worry, your secrets are safe with me,” you cornily joked as you rubbed your burgeoning belly. As soon as the words escaped you, you groaned.

“Wow, that was horrible,” you whispered.

“Nah, not horrible. Corny, but not horrible,” he teased. You smiled and probably blushed. You then began walking down the boardwalk with Chadwick instep with you.

You smiled to yourself and tried to not feel like a schoolgirl. Once you made it to the parking lot, Chadwick pointed to the right, and you pointed to the left. He followed you to the car and opened your door for you. This was the man you remembered. You slid in the driver’s seat and grunted. He shut the door and smiled at you again before he waved and walked to his car. As you watched him go, you breathed out.

“Platonic Sianna, platonic.”

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[guardianbee]

Breathe Out, Slow Motion [Eduardo/Bart]

Rating: G

Word Count: 3400+

AO3 Link: (HERE)

Summary: Bart’s gaze had darted to Eduardo’s lips and, as panic leaped from his stomach and swelled in his chest, Eduardo had turned away.That had been his chance. And he’d blown it.

“Mijo, this place looks amazing,” Dr. Dorado held his son by the shoulder, his gaze drifting from the bright yellow and red streamers above to the fairy lights draped across the makeshift bar in the far right corner. A dozen or so tables lined the gymnasium’s walls, covered with thick yellow tablecloths and topped with cheap white lace. The best Eduardo could do on his budget, but the kids didn’t seem to mind. “I hardly recognize it.”

“Thanks, Dad,” Eduardo smiled, his arms tucked close to his chest. When he had proposed a dance, his father had approved, believing it essential to the welfare of their guests. A few teens chatted and sipped on sparkling apple cider from plastic flutes. Others crowded around the photo booths near the gym’s entrance, laughing and fixing each other’s messy hair or lopsided ties. The rest took to the dance floor, swaying their hips and bobbing their heads to the local punk rock band Livewire suggested. At the moment, she stood beside Mist, their hands intertwined. Both jumped up and down to the drummer’s quick beat, giggling and singing off-key. “I wanted it to feel like those old prom movies. Like Pretty in Pink or that other one - what’s it called? I remember Heath Ledger’s in it.”

“Ten Things I Hate About You?” his father chuckled, his grip softening. “Who showed you that? Your abuela?”

“Virgil, actually. His sister got him into all the American romcoms when he was a baby,” Eduardo smirked. He couldn’t wait for his father to mention that to Virgil. “It’s why he’s such a hopeless romantic.”

“Really? Virgil’s a romantic?” his father blinked, then matched Eduardo’s smirk with one of his own. “Seems like he’s not the only one.”

Oh. Eduardo cringed, unprepared for this turn in the conversation. He shuffled his feet closer together and fought the urge to teleport back to his room. “What’s that mean?”

“Es nada, Eduardo. Just that, well…” his father trailed, scanning the room once more and settling his eyes on the red velvet cupcakes in the buffet corner. “This color scheme - red and yellow, gold and white - it seems terribly familiar.”

“I like those colors.” Eduardo’s palms felt damp despite the cool air. “Red’s my favorite color. You know that.”

“I do know that,” he nodded. “But I also know a boy who comes by every week who likes to dress in red and yellow, likes to follow my son all across these halls, likes to stay far longer than he needs to…”

“Papá.”

His father laughed, ruffling Eduardo’s hair with one hand and shaking his shoulder with the other. “Oh, mijo! Don’t give me that papá. You think I can’t tell when my son’s a little in love?”

“Love?” Eduardo’s voice squeaked, mortified his father could say the word with such cheerful ease. God, if only he could sink into walls instead of blinding everyone in the near vicinity. Undoubtedly, Wendy would follow him, then Livewire and Mist soon after. And they deserved to stay and enjoy themselves, not help Eduardo through this humiliating dilemma. “That’s not - I’m not in love.”

“So, the streamers, the tablecloths, the lights… all coincidences?”

“Yes. Exactamente.”

“And the food, the cupcakes-” his father gestured towards the buffet table, his weathered fingers inches from Eduardo’s face, “that just happen to be a favorite of Bart Allen’s, that’s a coincidence, too?”

Eduardo’s cheeks flared, the mention of Bart twisting his stomach into a thousand knots. “Aye, Dad! Can you please stop? You’re being embarrassing!”

“I’m your father, I have every right to be,” his father shrugged, his smile unwavering. He paused and looked to the band on stage, both the musicians and their instruments drenched in white gold strobe lights. Something flickered across his eyes - something sad and hopeful - and he turned back to Eduardo, smile gentler. “I’m happy, Eduardo. Happy that you are happy. You’re enjoying yourself and you’re embracing this life. Look what you’ve done for these kids! I couldn’t be prouder of the man you’re becoming.”

“Dad…” Eduardo swallowed, his body relaxing. He allowed the words to envelop him, to warm him like a clear blue sky on a midsummer’s morning. He didn’t need his father’s approval - had done fine without it before - but it was nice. His father still wanted him. Still loved him. “Thank you. That means a lot to me. You’re doing great work, too.”

“Gracias, Eduardo,” his father’s attention flitted back to the band, his hold on Eduardo just a little tighter. “But don’t forget that you’re just as young as the rest of the kids here. You should join them, have fun. Nathaniel and I can chaperone.”

“I don’t know, Dad,” he lowered his gaze, tempted to accept his father’s offer. “I don’t want any of them to feel uncomfortable. I’m their counselor, not their friend.”

“Well, if someone was with you, one of your friends, it would be easier, no?”

“Yeah, but they’re all on missions, and Tye and Asami don’t like coming back here, even for stuff like this,” Eduardo held back a frown, remembering Virgil’s text from this afternoon. An emergency mission in Germany, a potential all-nighter. Bart had sent a text not even a minute after, a mix of crying and broken heart emojis coupled with a capitalized “I’M SOOO SORRY AMIGO!!!”

Eduardo had smiled, but a piece of his heart had chipped, leaving him heavy and unfocused for the remainder of the party’s preparations.

His father hummed and gave Eduardo’s back a few gentle taps before pulling away, “I see. But you can always mingle with them, ask if they’re having fun. At least go get yourself a drink.”

“Yeah, okay,” Eduardo unhooked his arms from his chest, offered his father another smile, and walked off to the bar.

As he made his way between the tables and dance floor, the singer addressed the crowd, her voice rich and husky, “Alright ya crazy kids, we’re approaching the end of the first act. Which means, of course, it’s time for a slow dance! So grab a hand, relax, and let the Hex Girls lull you into a lovestruck spell.”

Despite himself, Eduardo watched a few of the dancers scratch at the back of their necks or cross their arms, glancing at their partners for some kind of silent invitation. Livewire needed no such ritual; she swept her hair back and bowed to Mist with dramatic flair, her fingers suspended above Mist’s collarbone. Mist giggled and accepted her hand, pulling her up and draping small arms over Livewire’s lithe shoulders. As the song began, the keyboard starting off with a slow, mellow tempo, Livewire leaned forward.

And just as their lips met, Eduardo turned away.

This party wasn’t for him. He knew this when he set it up. It was an apology of sorts, for the harvest festival's sour end. These kids had almost been kidnapped, almost subjected to the Light’s insidious schemes. He wouldn’t have been able to live with himself. To allow others to suffer as he had - that might have been too much to bear.

But that didn’t quell the thoughts of spinning a boy in his arms, of having fun like his father wanted.

“Hey, Ed!” Nathaniel waved as he approached the bar. His greeting did little to squash Eduardo’s slow descent into stupid, insufferable heartache, but he returned the wave and tried to look happy. “Everyone loves the party, especially the band! Leslie made a great choice.”

“Leslie… oh! Yes, she outdid herself,” Eduardo agreed, Livewire’s first name slipping from him. “She said she used to DJ with her friends. She has a fantastic ear for music.”

“That’s awesome. Also, some of the kids want to know where you got the cupcakes. Wendy almost drooled on me when she took a bite, swear to God.”

Eduardo chuckled, “I really, really doubt she drooled, but I’m glad she’s having fun. I actually asked M’gann if she’d make the cupcakes. I don’t know a better baker than her.”

“M’gann made them? Wow, what can’t she do?” Nathaniel’s eyes lit up, and Eduardo had to bite down a smile. His friend had a harmless crush on their fellow counselor and often asked M’gann if he could help her with boxes or escort her back to the zeta tubes. Not unlike another boy he knew.

Bart had mentioned he knew Nathaniel from the future, a secret he hadn’t meant to share. He’d swore Eduardo to secrecy, something to do with the fragility of their current timeline despite the Reach’s retreat. Eduardo had promised, taking Bart by the shoulders, rubbing his thumbs across his shirt. He remembered their stares lingering on the other, their breaths shortening, his skin warming. It all suggested more than friendship and camaraderie. Bart’s gaze had darted to Eduardo’s lips and, as panic leaped from his stomach and swelled in his chest, Eduardo had turned away.

That had been his chance. And he’d blown it.

“Yo, Ed? You in there?” Nathaniel pushed his face closer, and Eduardo snapped out of his daze. A flute of tropical punch sat near his fingers, along with a red velvet cupcake, its cream cheese frosting just a touch too excessive. “You look a little tired, bud.”

“Yeah. Just a little,” Eduardo fiddled with the flute’s base, and he muffled the sudden urge to dip his fingers into the cupcake’s frosting. That was definitely a Bart move. “Party planning can take a bit out of you.”

“Sounds about right. But, I hope you’re not too tired! We still got at least another hour of music ahead.”

“Great. Then I’ll definitely need more punch,” Eduardo replied, and took a swig from his flute, hoping the tangy citrus flavor could lighten his mood just a little. Just so he didn’t feel like a total drag.

He was about to pick up the cupcake when Nathaniel shooed away his fingers, laughing, “Hey now! Who said that cupcake was for you?”

“Umm, chabón, I’m the only one at this bar,” Eduardo quirked an eyebrow and decided to take the risk. He plucked the cupcake off the counter and rubbed its paper ridges. “Who else would this cupcake be for?”

Nathaniel merely shrugged, his grin broadening as Eduardo opened his mouth to take a bite. He caught a whiff of the cupcake’s delectable chocolate scent and wished, again, Bart could be there to enjoy them.

But instead of rich chocolate and creamy frosting, his lips met air, and his teeth almost bit the tip of his tongue. His eyes widened, the cupcake suspended between his fingers gone without a single crumb left behind.

“Sorry, amigo! Nate was saving that for yours truly.”

Eduardo’s heart thumped. That voice: jovial, carefree, and a touch of mischief weaving through its chipper tone. Only one boy could pull that off.

He whipped around and there stood Bart Allen, dressed in a dark pink button-up shirt, a white bow tie and dark blue slacks. He bunched up the used waxed paper, the cupcake nowhere in sight. Eduardo wanted to run to him, to hug him, to ask him to dance and get this whole friendship charade over with.

But instead, he smirked and crossed his arms, praying his palms stayed dry. “I’m surprised you didn’t eat the paper. What’s that make - five times you’ve stolen food from me?”

“Hey, hey! I would never steal from a poor, hungry soul,” Bart settled his hand over his chest. “I just happened to forget that cotton candy was for you. A speedster’s appetite is never satisfied.”

“How about that pot pie at Virgil’s?” Eduardo countered, a swarm of butterflies swooping across his stomach. “Sharon even made that split pea one for me.”

“Total accident. I thought it was the roast beef and potatoes.”

“Or that candy bar Cassie specifically brought back from Argentina that, somehow, dropped out of her back pocket?”

“Okay, that one was my bad and I take full responsibility,” Bart threw him a sheepish smile. “But I did make up for it! Remember all those crash caramels my grandma made? You loved them!”

Eduardo choked back a laugh, each corner of his heart incredibly light and giddy. “Yeah, I remember them. But what happened to, I don’t know, half of them in less than an hour?”

“I’m not getting out of this one, am I?” Bart asked, not a trace of regret lingering on his face or in his voice.

Eduardo didn’t mind. “Nope. Absolutely not.”

Nathaniel cleared his throat from behind them. “Hey, you both know there’s like fifty more cupcakes at the buffet, right?”

“I don’t think that’s the point, Nathaniel.”

Eduardo jumped at his father’s light tone, unsure how he’d made his way through the crowd without being spotted. Maybe all parents had something of a superpower when they planned to embarrass their children.

“Dr. D! How are you?” Bart shook his father’s hand, unfazed by the interruption.

“Good, Bart,” his father replied. “I’m glad you could make it.”

“Well, Nate did mention there’d be red velvet cupcakes. I can never say no to those!”

“Wait,” Eduardo cocked his head, his eyes darting between his father and Bart. “I thought you were on a mission in Germany.”

“We were, but it was almost over as soon as we got there! Saved a few kids, too, but they’re staying at the tower tonight. Gar will bring them over in the morning.”

“That’s great, Bart!” his father beamed. “I can’t wait to meet them.”

“Me either,” Eduardo’s smile faltered, deciding to voice his new suspicion. “But where’s Virgil or Cassie? I know they wanted to come, too.”

“Oh, am I not enough for you?” Bart teased, darting forward to poke Eduardo’s shoulder, “Well, neither of them received a second or third invitation from not only Nate, but your father, too! How crash is that? I didn’t know your dad liked me so much.”

“I didn’t either,” Eduardo muttered, a fresh wave of heat sliding off his neck. His gaze flickered towards his father; he didn’t do much to cover the air of self-satisfaction wafting over him. Hell, he almost glowed underneath the soft yellow lights.

“Bart’s a fantastic help at the center. I thought he deserved to be here,” his father said, keeping his tone composed. “Now you don’t have an excuse to sulk around the bar.”

“Ah, you were sulking? I didn’t think you missed me that much,” Bart moved closer, brushing his elbow against Eduardo’s chest. The touch was electric, near intoxicating.

But doubt still slithered through. Despite his father’s encouragement and meddling, could this be real? Was it possible? “Are you kidding? I didn’t -”

“It’s okay,” Bart interrupted, looping his arm around Eduardo’s, his eyes never leaving his face. “I missed you, too.”

And there it was again. Even with the melodious clatter from the stage and the invigorating dancing a few feet away, the room seemed to darken and quiet until there was nothing else but Bart’s flirtatious smile. Nothing but the smattering of freckles sprinkled across his cheeks and the softest hint of a cool ocean breeze hovering around them.

Then his father coughed. And the spell broke. “Well, Eduardo, do you have a question for our guest?”

Nathaniel snickered from behind, but said nothing as Eduardo scrounged up the little courage he could muster. Bart stared, a patient grin plastered on his face. He’d run away from home, helped defeat the Reach, set up this whole facility with his father…

Why was it so hard to ask for what he wanted?

“Do you want to dance?” he asked, his voice near inaudible above the music and cheers filling the gym.

“What was that?” Bart leaned in, cupping his ear, “I didn’t quite catch it. Something about food?”

“Dios mio, let’s just go!” Eduardo grabbed Bart’s hand and led him towards the crowd of excited teenagers. He pointedly ignored the laughter escaping both Nathaniel and his father - he couldn’t kill them, but maybe he could put salt in his father’s coffee or tell M’gann about Nathaniel’s Martian Manhunter figurine collection.

God, who else knew about this? Did M’gann know? Did Dinah?

“Hey, Ed! Not so tight!” Bart winced, his fingers tense in Eduardo’s grip.

“Sorry,” Eduardo loosened his hold but kept his fingers around Bart’s thin wrists. They made their way to the center of the dance floor, obscuring his father’s line of vision. “I didn’t mean to. They were just being -”

“A typical, embarrassingly loving family? Definitely,” Bart chuckled. “Don’t worry about it. It happens.”

“Yeah, but…” Eduardo’s voice strained, his pulse quick and hot against his throat. Among the crowd, he realized what he’d done, what he was about to do. His voice rose, louder so Bart could hear him above the sleek guitar riffs. “I didn’t want to ask you to dance like that. I wanted it to be more -”

He paused, his next words too heavy, glued to his tongue. If he said anything else, that was it. There was no turning back to a mere friendship, no matter how convincing the ruse. And, if his father was any indication, Eduardo was hardly convincing.

Bart coaxed him, twisting his fingers until they interwove with Eduardo’s, “Don't be scared. You can tell me.”

Eduardo shuddered despite the throng of hot bodies whirling around them, and plunged. “More romantic.”

Bart’s face slacked, his mouth parting just enough that Eduardo caught sight of his tongue. His skin pricked, and he willed himself not to think of anything else but what he just said. What he just admitted.

“You know…” Bart squeezed their fingers, his thumb brushing the inside of Eduardo’s wrist. His voice was soft and inviting, something Eduardo was unaccustomed to. “They’re not here now. You can ask again. I don’t mind.”

Bart's words compelled him to act. His large eyes, glistening like the turquoise oceans of Argentina, bewitched him to lean forward and plant a kiss near the corner of his mouth, the faintest taste of sugar wading over his tongue. “Would you like to dance, hermoso?”

“I thought you’d never ask,” Bart sighed, his smile earnest, almost shy. “But I have to warn you, I’m not the best dancer.”

“That’s okay,” Eduardo said, relaxing and settling his hands above Bart’s hips. “I’m a pretty good dancer. I’ll teach you.”

And as the music played on, Eduardo twirled, jumped, and swayed his body alongside Bart’s, laughing when Bart missed a beat or when he stepped on Eduardo’s toes. Towards the end of the night, he caught Livewire’s stare, sitting at a table with Mist and Wendy. She smiled and mouthed, “Nice catch,” before returning to her food and their conversation.

“By the way…” Bart started as the band prepped for one last song, promising a sultry lullaby to finish off the evening. “Very crash decorations. What would you say? Muy intersante.”

“Stop,” Eduardo pulled Bart closer. “You’re terrible at Spanish.”

“Just like I’m terrible at dancing! Look at that, something else you can teach me.” his breath ghosted over Eduardo's neck and his arms snaked over Eduardo’s shoulders. In turn, Eduardo tucked his hands behind Bart’s back, trying to keep his body poised.

“Seems like I’ll be teaching you a lot. What do I get out of it?”

“Have you seen this face? I say that’s fair compensation.”

“Pass. I need more than a pretty face.”

“Okay, maybe dinner and a movie? You know, that quintessential, retro dating experience?”

“I’ll consider it,” Eduardo shrugged as the music started, moving Bart’s hips to the beat. Part of him was still unsure, still scared that after tonight, everything could be ruined. Yet, perhaps his father spoke true. Maybe he could unwind, have some fun. “So long as there’s more to come.”

“Oh, believe me, there will definitely be more to come.”

They smiled at one another, and Eduardo’s chest filled with a fierce longing to kiss him. But before he could lean down, Bart continued, completely missing the wanton affection fluttering across his face, “But really, these decorations! The red streamers, the yellow lights - almost like you have some Kid Flash fixation.”

Eduardo narrowed his eyes, “Stop.”

“And those cupcakes! Did you know those were my favorites? Wait - don’t tell me. Let me think about it.”

“Stop.”

“I’m thinking… I’m thinking… Yep! You totally did.”

“I’m never going to kiss you again.”

Bart bit his lips, his chest heaving with quiet laughter. “C’mon, darling. It’s not nice to lie.”

“No it’s not,” Eduardo said, his heart skipping at the new endearment. Darling. He could get so terribly, terribly used to it. “But I’m not that nice.”

And before Bart could call him out on another lie, Eduardo swooped in and kissed him, his heart puddling as Bart kissed back.

And he hoped, wherever his father and Nathaniel were watching, one of them had a camera ready. He’d really like a picture.

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