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sunnybomber · 5 months

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Unwanted intrusions

In which black tries to recall

(Tw: intrusive thoughts, self imposed amnesia, memory wiping)

If someone asked him to recall where it all started, they'd be met with silence.

Truth be told, even he couldn't quite pinpoint when it exactly started...

Only when it started getting bad.

They'd always been a part of them, but he was always able to differentiate them from his normal patters. They never influenced his actions. A small voice that he never paid any mind to, and wasn't much of a bother.

However, the voice that sounded just like him was beginning to get louder. More aggressive.

Him, white, and red had taken down some experiments gone awry in one of planet bombers' major cities.

The battle itself wasn't important. He could hardly remember it.

All he could focus on were the people.

Seeing them made him angry, furious even. Irrationally so.

He had no clue why.

He did his best to ignore it. He still held a bomb in his hand in case one of them retaliated.

Humans and bombers alike gathered around to congratulate and thank their heroes, black pushed artificial bile back.

Throw it!

He could see it all play out; the frozen shock as they processed what he'd done, the ensuing explosion, the chaos, the panic.

He nearly flinched.

With the echo of those two words came a twitch of the hand that held the bomb, a twitch of action.

He snapped himself out, clearly distressed. He withdrew from conversation for the rest of the day.

This voice really did sound like him, but it most definitely was not his own.

This one had a sinister edge to it, a craving of chaos and destruction that he didn't know the origin of.

That wasn't the one that started the nightmares.

The one that started it, had started with an argument with red.

The argument wasn't important, he couldn't even remember what they were arguing about.

While red shouted, all he could think about was how enraged he was at his little brother.

Do it!

Once again, a bolt of adrenaline and a twitch in his hand. A twitch of action.

He could see it play out; red reeling back from the strike cradling the area it hit, the shock and disbelief on his face...the fear.

Black got so lost that he didn't even notice Red had stopped talking and was getting uncomfortable under his gaze.

He watched black finally blink, 3 quick times as though coming out of hypnosis, and emotion finally crept back into his eyes.

It wasn't shock and confusion, it was fear and distress.

He left, just as suddenly as his eyes glassed over. He withdrew for the week.

There were many more examples, but this one started the nightmares.

He'd always had trouble sleeping, but sometimes, in his restless dreams, he'd take himself back to a time and place that he swore he should remember but just couldn't.

Key details would be missing. Any indication of the place he was in would he glossed over with generic detail.

The more he tried to remember these events from his dreams, the less he understood.

There was a blind spot in his head, an empty void where the answers should be.

Then there were the nightmares.

These ones felt much more visceral, more genuine.

Fights with his siblings, not arguments, but full-fledged battles that were real and deadly.

Causing destruction, chaos, all for one purpose.

To take revenge, to prove his supremacy.

He goes as far as to brainwash his own siblings against white... He never slept much after these.

The final straw was at the table, no one else just him, white, red, and blue.

"Where've you been all week? No one's seen you in days." White questioned

"I've been out...going outside, why don't you guys do the same." He said defensively

"You've been outside...for a whole week?" Red questioned.

"Of course not! If I'm not out then I'm in my room!" Black fired back.

The other 3 brothers looked amongst themselves, unconvinced.

"I don't know man, just feels like you're avoiding us." Red said matter-of-factly.

"If there's something wrong why don't you just tell us what it is? It'd make fixing it a whole lot easier." Blue yawned

"There is nothing wrong." Black replied flatly.

"And we're supposed to trust that?" Blue snorted.

Black gaze hardened, blue shifted slightly but didn't wilt.

"I'm just saying, we've heard that from you before." Blue eyes shifter around a bit.

Silence filled the air...black at first really didn't know their intentions.

"So...you gonna tell us about this little problem you've been having, crazy eyes?" Red stared intently

Bluffing!

For once, he'd hoped the voice was right.

"So much for subtly." Blue muttered

White turned to him.

"And just so we're clear, we have noticed... you don't think we've noticed, but we have."

Black's artificial blood ran cold. He steeled himself. He still had a chance to fool them...

Like it said, they could just be bluffing.

But he wasn't, white had noticed.

When blacks eyes went glossy, it was like they belonged to someone else entirely.

Like a different person was behind the eyes, not black.

At least, not this black.

"You're talking crazy." Black said dismissively.

"And sometimes, you look crazy." This froze black in his tracks, a confirmation that he'd so far deluded himself from believing.

They know!

"It's just weird...whenever we've seen that from you is when you start your little disappearing act." Red pressed.

White didn't much enjoy this approach, and with black it was very volatile. But he was running out of ideas.

There was risk involved, pressuring him had a 50/50 chance of making him cave, or making him more steadfast in his efforts to trick everyone.

Including himself.

His eyes fell on white as rage burned the same color as his big brother.

Fight! Don't let them know that you know!

A twitch in his whole arm this time, enough to cause his shoulder to jerk forward.

It played out like some kind of thriller movie. He could easily dispatch the other two weaklings until it was just the two of them.

He saw them doing battle, bombs being hurled like baseballs with no regard for their surroundings!

Battling it out for supremacy, he was finally able to take his revenge!

...

His...

Revenge...

Why did this feel so familiar to him?

White watched wide-eyed as it happened right before his eyes.

Blacks turned into a storm of rage, violence, spite and instinct.

He didn't look like black...

He looked like kuro.

Black flinched hard, but cleverly disguised it as him shifting to get out of his seat.

He left without another word, planning to withdraw for the month. He couldn't trust himself anymore, especially not around his siblings.

Red was throughly weirded out, but blue was eyeing white curiously.

"You know something, don't you?" For all of blues faults, he was really good at picking up cues. It was very off putting.

He looked away. He did, in fact, know something...

But he couldn't tell anyone.

He made a promise.

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Gonna be making a follow up to this soon, sorry for not updating recently

#super bomberman r #bomberman #black bomber #white bomber #blue bomber #red bomber #bomber siblings

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mad-hunts · 6 days

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👄 + Scarecrow

there's a pause from barton, or THE DOLLMAKER, as he was currently dressed in all of the garb appropriate to his namesake upon being asked about the complicated case that was jonathan crane. a displeased hum left his lips then as if the act of just mentioning him was bothersome to him — and truthfully, gauging by what he said next, it might have very well been, ❝ ugh. you can't tell because i'm wearing my mask, but i'm rolling my eyes right now. if i tell you how i feel about him, then will you finally leave me alone? i'm busy, you know, ❞ barton's voice was very matter-of-fact as he spoke, though it was raised a degree, like he wanted to make sure whoever this was who was asking him this would hear him. he leaned forward towards them with his hands gripping the autopsy table in front of himself.

❝ i think he squandered his potential the moment he decided to pursue the very unreachable goal that is conquering his own fears, and so, i don't know whether i want to grimace at him every single time i see him or simply avoid him. because fear is something that is engrained in us, and without it, we'd all likely be dead. so by pursuing a way to find out how to remove this very necessary thing we have for survival... it makes him look like he's incredibly ignorant because it's something that doesn't need to be conquered, in my opinion, and so he isn't exactly using his 'smarts' effectively. which is why i consider him a waste of potential; he's just going to keep on running in circles for eternity trying to find a way to get rid of it. but what do i know, i'm not a psychologist like he is. ❞

there's an important distinction there as barton referred to him as a psychologist in the present tense rather than the past tense. barton's mask suddenly creased in the furrow between his brows as if he were getting annoyed, ❝ i also think he's an uppity asshole who acts like he's a lot more important than he actually is, but i have to say... and don't tell him i said this because the last thing i need is for him to think we're suddenly friends; i do somewhat respect him at the same time. he does seem like a really intelligent man, but like i said; if he'd just ditch the whole ' i have to conquer my own fear ' thing, he would so much better off. i suppose he has been kind of drifting away from that in recent times, though, but not nearly enough. he is also someone who likes experimenting on people and exploiting their fears because he likes to feel as if he's being taken seriously and like he's big, powerful. so it was out of insecurity that he started making his toxin at all. or, at least, that's how i see it. ❞

barton shrugged his shoulders slightly and turned around to have his back pressed against the table. whether this was on purpose or not was unclear, but he could've been doing it to hide his reaction to what he was going to talk about next, ❝ i think he himself still has some beef with me over the incident me and him had in arkham. which is fine, of course, i don't really care. but it has been a while since i took that needle and thread to his lips because he really does have the widest smile. and it makes me physically want to squirm whenever i see it because i just... want to fix it. it's too wide, you know. i suppose it's probably likely he remains hung up over it to this day because i didn't use anesthesia, ❞ barton flipped his whole body around then, a bit of a twisted snort leaving his lips. ❝ but where are you going to get that in arkham? they don't even let us see the dentist half the time, so you know. i had to improvise. but anyway, does that answer your question? ❞

#OF MONSTERS AND MEN: musings.#asks.#rp memes.#JSJSJ so uhh... i guess the most important thing to address here is that barton literally stitched his lips together while they were in-#arkham. in ARKHAM for christs sake like that place is already torturous enough without being terrorized by someone like barton ngl #and the fact that he is so nonchalant about it is like. WOW he is really not well-adjusted at all is he? 💀 and that's putting it lightly #AHHH i mean i feel like y'all probably know how BAD he is by now but it's still amazing to me that he can be so cruel. but yes i'm not sure #whether any of y'all are wondering about it BUT whenever barton sees something that in his mind needs to be ' fixed ' he will literally #have a physical reaction to it bc that compulsion is sooo deeply embedded in him which is ALSO kind of scary like uhhh as i've said #before barton would probably actually really benefit from being in a place that doesn't treat their patients like shit like arkham does #because it interferes with his daily life a LOT and it is just not healthy at all you know? buttt yeah that's just my two cents about #this whole situation and also the fact that he didn't use anesthesia whenever he did it makes it even WORSE. like that is EVIL it makes me-#want to say ' police this man right here!! ' more than ever at him / hj JSJSJ anyways though i hope this answered your question well anon!!#tw: mentions of forced medical procedures.#tw: body horror.#tw: medical malpractice.

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dreamifics · 3 years

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James Potter x Reader

Oneshot

Warning:just angst and sad fluff ig

A letter for James Fleamont Potter

Dear James Potter,

Hey, what's up? That's a lousy letter starter after years of pretending you guys didn't exist.. This would be a rollercoaster of emotions, so try to keep up. Remember when we first met? You were in Ollivanders, buying a wand when you accidentaly almost killed me?

A little girl was walking pass a shop called Ollivanders, she was simply minding her own business when a ray of magic blast to her.. She fell on her butt first, her hair was a mess, she looked like she got burnt..

"Oh, dear godric!I'm very sorry!" A little boy about the same age as the girl came running out of the store.. He had a messy hair and thick glasses, he gave the girl an apologetic smile..

"What in the bloody hell are you doing?!" The girl was mad, who wouldn't? She was just simply having a great day when an idiot almost killed her..

"Buying wands?" He answered unsure. He was just shopping for wands when this very powerful surge made him lose control and it blast to her.

"I look like a mess, Mother would be infuriated..", The girl mumbles to herself as she stands up.. She huffs and glare at the boy.

"I'm James, by the way.."

"I'm Y---"

"Y/N L/N!!WHAT HAPPEND TO YOU?!" Her mother's voice boomed all throughout the alley causing some wizards to look at them..

"Goodbye, you bloody idiot.." Y/N mutters to herself.

"I heard that!"

"You were supposed to hear that!"

And that was the start of our friendship.. You little dim wit, but I'm thankful for that, because I got to meet you.. Did you know that I was not very fond of you? You just wore me down, you're a persistent arse.. But now, it all made sense to me..

What my gut was telling me about you.. You were-- no no, you're still my downfall, James.. I clearly remember when it all daunt to me, the how and why? I'm still unsure about the answer to those two questions. I'm guessing you know what I'm talking about, if you don't... I'll say it or write it now..

I'm hopelessly fucking in love with you, I realized that when you went and announced your relationship with Lily.. There was this painfully hurtful jealousy in my heart and brain.. And I couldn't get rid of those stupid feelings for you..

It was another dreary Sunday in Hogwarts, Y/N was with the Marauders except for James, they were eating at the great hall.. They were talking, teasing and annoying each other when James entered with Lily in his arms.. That image broke Y/N to thousands of little pieces, she suddenly became one with the universe.

"She finally said yes, mates!" James announced causing all of the students to cheer and screamed, obviously happy.

To Y/N, the news broke her.. She was fine with James crushing to Lily because she though Lily was not interested.. But after years of pining and persuasion, she finally said yes. Y/N should've seen it coming, she should be happy for them but why is she hurting?

"Aren't you happy for us, Y/N?"

Y/N was called back from her thoughts, the question echoed through her mind.. Oh dear Godric, she was not happy.. She wanted to be the one under James arms, or to be the one to kiss him in the lips.. She love James, not like platonic, this was so much more.. She wanted to be Lily so bad, ofcourse she's not bloody happy!

"Of course, I am!Congratulations, Prongs!"

But what could she do? Y/N would have lost that battle years ago, she was not James type.. What could she do but just pretend that she was happy and fine with them.. She was dead sure that she'll forget all about James someday.. So until that day comes, she needs to fake a smile and accept her fate.

Loving your bestfriend is the worst thing in the world, James.. I wanted to confess so bad, but the idea of losing you was a heavy baggage to carry.. So, I settled by just being your friend but you don't know how many times I've wanted to confess..

To go up to you and smashed my lips into yours but you were in a relationship with Lily, so I never did anything.. You were happy, and that was enough for me.. And don't get me wrong, I tried to find someone else but you were the best James..

It has been weeks since James and Lily got together, no one knew how she felt.. She was all alone, fighting her feelings from overcoming her. Y/N was sitting in the library, reading a muggle book called 'Wuthering Heights'..

However she hated it, she was bitter and had no time for lovey dovey books.. Y/N needed to move on, she shouldn't be stuck on James..

"Hey, Y/N!"

Y/N was startled by a Hufflepuff student, she smiled and laughed..

"I'm sorry if I startled you, I--I just have a question to ask you.."

Y/N squint her eyes, she doesn't even know this guy.. She rattled her brain for any recollection of this guy..The guy saw her confused face and chuckled.

"I'm Oliver Rigby, the captain of the Hufflepuff quidditch team.."

"Ohhh, yeah.." She just murmured but she had no idea who this guy is.

"I was just wondering if you wanted to go to Hogsmeade this weekend?"

Y/N was taken aback but she needed to move on, she can no longer be hung up on a guy that doesn't even loves her back.

"Sure.."

"Alright!I'll pick you up then!"

Y/N just smiled and walked away, she was reluctant to moved on.. Her heart was still beating for James, but she needs to move on.. For her own sake.

They were nothing compared to you, I tried to moved on.. But I always ended up to you, the same feelings always came rushing in when I see you.. Every guy seems horrible when compared to you.. The short period of time we spent together was wonderful, you gave me purpose when no one else did.

Y/N has just come back from a very horrible date, the guy did nothing but talk and brag about himself.. He was not like James who was funny and talks about entertaining stories.. The guy was not sweet nor kind, he was a bit of an ass.. That's the only thing he had in common with James, she sighs and sat in one of the sofa in the common room..

No one can beat James to Y/N, her standards were bloody high because of James.. She wanted to cry but that was stupid.. Crying over a guy who didn't even hurt her, she hates herself.

"Hey."

Y/N heart skipped a beat, she knows who's voice is that.. That voice gives her butterflies, she loves how that voice says her name..

"James.."

"Thought you had a date?Why are you back so early?" He questioned.

"O-Ohh.."

"Did he stood you up? I reckon he'd do that, he looked like a douche to me."

"Sure.." She answered not looking at him, James sits next to her and put her arms around Y/N.. She felt her body stiffen as his body made contact with her.. Y/N silently prayed that James wouldn't notice her increasing heartbeat, the stiffening of her body and the way her cheeks blush..

"Are you alright?" James seems to notice his bestfriend all red and she looked like very uncomfortable..

"What if I said no, what would you do?"

"Make you feel better, ofcourse!" His laughs echoed through the whole Gryffindor tower.. Y/N let out a dry laugh, she didn't mean that.. But her heart was breaking into thousands of pieces, she want this feeling out of her system.

"Are you really alright?"

"Yeah, maybe.."

"Want to talk---"

"Jameees!" Lily's voice called the attention of the messy-haired boy..

"I'll be right back, Lily needs me.."

"B-But what about me?" Y/N tried her very best to not choke up and crack.

"Later, Y/N.." James messed her hair, she didn't meant to be demanding however this was the sign she was looking for.. The sign that James doesn't feel anything special for her, she was just James very annoying friend..Y/N realized that with one call, Lily has James wrapped around her perfect fingers, with only one call from Lily, James was gone.. He just left her hurting friend for Lily, Y/N suddenly felt her heart was no longer there..

It was bruised and beated so many times, and now.. Y/N chest is nothing but a vacant lot, an empty hollow space.. The tiny little hope that maybe James likes her back can no longer be found.

That hope was now gone.

Y/N had reached her limit, it was truly over.. The love and jealousy she feels was a heavy baggage to carry. Y/N needed to avoid James, just until she was fully okay..

Y/N knew deep inside her that her love for James will never fully go away..

Avoiding you was the only reasonable thing to do, to be frank.. It was the only thing to do.. If I kept up that silly facade, I would ended up being mental.. You see James, jealousy is a monster that takes over your whole mind and body. It's a hideous monster you can't escape.. I do have a few questions, did you notice the not-so-subtle cold shoulder I gave you? Because back then it seems like you didn't, did you though? Did you cry every night like I did? Or did your heart break like mine did?

Y/N finally got out of her bed, she was in the great hall, hundreds of feet away from James.. But from the looks of it, he didn't really seem to mind.. He was too busy whispering sweet nothings to Lily's ear.

"If your glares could kill, Evans and Potter would be dead now.." Her friend intoned, she snapped her head away from the sight of James.

"I don't what your talking about.." Y/N denied..

"Of course, you don't.." Her friend tease.

"If my looks can kill, you will be the first one dead.." Y/N gave her friend a glare which her friends just brushed off.

"Blimey!No need to get mad, I was just stating facts.."

"Just sod off." Y/N just played with the food in her plate.

"If you told James about your feelings, he would've ask you out." Y/N's friend said in a teasing manner..

"No, he would never do that.."

"And how do you know that?" Y/n rolled her eyes at her friends question.

"Because I knew James, he was inlove with Lily since the start of our first year. "

"That's what you think.." Her friend crosses her arms and smirk at her.

"What?" She questioned confused.

"Nothing, idiot.. You won't understand.."

"O-kay?"

"Look Y/N, just move on.." Y/N scoffs at her friends genius idea.

"You make it sound like it's so bloody easy.."

"Is it not?You cry about it for a day then you find someone else.. " Y/N looked at her friend with a surprised gaze, is it that easy? How come it's so hard for her?

"See, easy.."

"Sod off.." She shut her friend down as thoughts occupied her mind..

Y/N was walking down the silent halls of Hogwarts alone, a frown in her face she hasn't been smiling this past few weeks.. Her back suddenly stood straight when the four familiar faces welcomed her when she entered an empty classroom.

"Oh, hello Y/N.." Sirius was the first to greet her with a big smile on his face but she didn't give the smile back.

"Y/N!I was wondering where you were these past few weeks.." Remus gave her a comforting smile.

"Yeah, I had no one to eat my sweets with!" Peter walked up to Y/N and offered her a chocolate which she didn't accept.

"I apologize, I have to go now.."

"But Y/N--" Peter didn't get to finish the sentence, she was gone, James didn't even look up from his seat.. Did he forgot all about Y/N? But Y/N didn't feel anything anymore.. Funny how numbness can have it's perks sometimes..

Maybe you didn't notice me because you were so inlove with pretty little Evans? That came out a little rude, I apologize for that, but I'm not sorry.. You see, I don't hate Lily, but then again kinda wish she were dead.. She was all you saw James, I was with you through your worst.. I gave you everything, but what do I get in return?

Just heartaches and neverending what-ifs.. You never saw me James.. Remember the day we graduated and left Hogwarts? You didn't even say goodbye to me, not even a single glance James.. I was not the only one who gave up on our friendship.. We both did, James..

Riding the Hogwarts train one last time was a bittersweet moment for others.. To Y/N, it was a relief.. She would finally get to leave the place that reminds her of James, every corner and walls was embedded with memories of Y/N and James having fun with each other.. It may sound nice but it only brought misery to her.

"Y/N!We're getting off now.." Y/N's friend broke her silent trance.. Y/N stands up and exits the train, her feet hit the platform floor, Y/N took a deep breath and wander her eyes to the sea of graduate students. Some were celebrating, some were crying and there Y/N saw him..

James had Lily under his arms as they talk with the rest of the Marauders.. Disappointment was written all over Y/N's face, this was the last day they would be able to see each other and James didn't even glance at her.. They were friends for years, she couldn't belive that their friendship was beyond repair..

"Quit staring at him, your looking pathetic." Y/N whispers under her breath, walking away without saying goodbye was not how she planned her last day in Hogwarts. Y/N was moving to America and will work in the Ministry of Magic there.. She does not want to work in the same place that James and Lily was going to work at..

Y/N needs to really move on, and America would be the place for it.. Atleast there, she's far away from any reminders of James or Lily.. Holding her trunk, she walks away from her old life.. No more heartaches, just miserable thoughts and lots of what ifs.

Moving here didn't even help, I'm still inlove with you.. You might be confused about why I'm just sending this letter to you now.. Well Mister Potter, I just got an invitation to your wedding and I'm very very drunk right now.. I didn't think you would really send me an invitation because you know were just strangers.. We spent years ignoring each other and now this bloody envelope shows up at my home..

How did you even knew my address? Were you keeping tabs on me? If that's the case then I'm very flattered and also a little bit creeped out but that's not the point! The point is, I'm not going to your wedding because I'm still fucking inlove with you.. I hope you enjoy the wedding though, also don't bother writing back.. I would never remember this anyway, so James.. Give Love, Peace, and Chicken Grease.

Sincerely,

Y/N L/N

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yandere-daydreams · 4 years

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Title: The Right Direction.

Commission for the lovely @99shadowcat99.

Work Count: 1.8k

Pairing: Yandere!Hawks/Reader

Synopsis: Keigo’s never been one for routine. His life is too hectic, for that, and he just doesn’t have time for a real schedule. But, you do, and he likes that about you. Enough to keep nudging you in the right direction, at least.

TW: Death, Descriptions of Murder, Stalking, Breaking and Entering, Blood, Emotional Manipulation, Financial Manipulation, Gaslighting, Delusional Mindsets, and Unhealthy Dependancy.

It probably didn’t help that he hadn’t been in the best state of mind, when he first found you.

His industry could be stressful, sometimes, and Keigo’d already seen plenty of good heroes fall apart and shatter under the pressure. He tried to take it in stride. He was good at it, too, keeping the sparse remains of his decimated personal life separate from the constantly growing behemoth that was his career. Still, he had his moments of weakness, just like everyone else. Moments of weakness that led him to the threshold of a coworker's bedroom before he found an excuse to leave, to the highest rooftop he could find just to escape the noise of the city below, or in your case, the darkest corner of a well-worn dive bar, his vision blurring and his words slurring together before you saw fit to cut him off with a hand on his shoulder and a concerned smile.

Keigo didn’t have a reason to be as grateful as he was. He’d been drunk, but your call had been a precautious one, your jokes about avoiding a lawsuit from his manager too genuine to be completely disregarded. It’d been human decency to let him sleep it off in your backroom, and he couldn’t call you a saint for not turning him away when he came back the next day, and the night after that, and at least once a week for the month that followed. He was willing to accept that you’d been easy to latch onto. He liked your eyes, the way they crinkled at the edges as you laughed. Your voice was nice, easy on the ears, and he’d never been able to pin down your scent, like flowers and smoke and cheap liquor, all at the same time. It didn’t really matter why, though, and he didn’t like to think about it. He just liked you, a lot.

You were always there, always excatly where he needed you to be, and he appreciated that. He wasn’t going to tell himself there was another reason why he liked you so much. You were where you were supposed to be, always where you were supposed to be, and Keigo was close to loving you for it. Speaking off…

“Hey there, stranger.”

You were always right on time, too.

He pushed himself away from the cement wall just in time to feel you nudge against his side, your shoulder barely colliding with his. He knew your routine, by now. You always worked the closing shift, kicking out the last of your patrons and locking up a few hours after midnight before heading home, you route alresdy permanently engrained in his memory. It wasn’t uncommon for Keigo to wait for you, but you always sent him the same glance over your shoulder, the same teasing grin. You were a creature of habit, and he couldn’t say he minded. “For a busy man, you seem to have an awful lot of time on your hands,” You started, already turning away from him. “Our beloved Hawks doesn’t have any other adoring fans to grace with his presence?”

“None I like as much as you, sweetheart.” He didn’t miss a beat, but he let himself stumble as he followed your lead, earning a laugh and an excuse to hook his arm around your elbow, his hand finding yours soon after. It was a common gesture of affection between the two of you, but Keigo’s heart still beat a little faster, his face flushing and making him thankful for the flickering streetlights. “Let me walk you home,” He went on, if only for the sake of ritual. You’d stopped trying to politely refuse weeks ago, and it’d been months since he’d taken ‘no’ for an answer. “Patrol might be over, but I can still make sure nothing happens to my favorite civilian.”

“Oh, really?” Another mocking tone, a playful squeeze to his hand. You were the one to intertwine your fingers with his, this time, and Keigo forced himself to keep his eyes on the sidewalk. “And what, prey tell, are you afraid the world’s going to throw at me in the block between my bar and the train station?”

It was actually three blocks, three and a half if he counted the range he combed through meticulously every night before meeting you, but Keigo didn’t bother verbalizing the correction. “I’ve seen all kinds of things happen in a block,” He admitted, shrugging, trying to sound casual enough to come off as genuine. “A villain could go on rampage, someone could lose control of their quirk… Hell, a waitress with a vendetta could be burning your bar to the ground, as we speak.”

There was a slight pause, then a humourless chuckle. Just as he’d expected. “It’d be a good night to try. My boss might beat them to it, otherwise.”

Keigo hummed, slowing his pace down as yours began to falter. “I’m guessing there’s trouble in paradise?”

“Nothing I didn’t expect,” You sighed. He recognized your expression, the slight glare, the effortful frown of someone frustrated with their situation, but resigned to the inevitability of it. “I never thought I’d spend the rest of my life working at some sketchy, second-rate bar, I just… We’ve been losing business, and the place is falling apart, and he just seems so... so alright with it. It’s like someone’s paying him to run the place into the ground.”

Someone was. Someone was giving your greasy, gutless, greedy employer enough to last him well into retirement to do just that, to sit back and make sure you wouldn’t have to spend another day serving leering customers with irresponsible coworkers, but you wouldn’t want to hear it from him. You wouldn't understand why he was doing it. It’d break your routine, and you’d be thrown out of your little, familiar world too quickly.

You didn’t need to know, so Keigo didn’t need to tell you.

“It’s not the only sketchy bar in the world,” He tried. “We could always use another warm body at the agency, if you’re interested. Just as something to tide you over, obviously, I… I wouldn’t want to overstep my boundaries.”

Like he’d said, you were a creature of habit. It took you half a second to shake your head, and another to relax, your next sigh one of fondness, rather than irritation. He glanced in your direction just in time to meet your eyes. Just in time to watch your gaze drift over his shoulder, towards the narrow, cramped sidestreet behind him, the one he'd almost been worried you wouldn't reach. Just in time to notice your smile fade, your mouth fall open, and just in time to catch you, as your knees buckled and anything you might’ve said was drowned out by a long, wordless scream.

He might’ve been a little over-zealous, in hindsight. The body would’ve probably been enough on its own, slumped over and bloodied, but she’d been yelling so loudly, thrashing and kicking and fighting long past the point of stubborn futility, and Keigo must’ve lost his temper somewhere between pinning her down and wrapping his hands around her neck. He’d put so much thought into it, too, using a knife rather than one of his feathers and letting her drag herself just far enough to be visible from the sidewalk before serving the killing blow. But, leaving her sprawled across the pavement, the wounds in her back still and the blood still pooling beneath her chest...

It might’ve been overkill. That was on Keigo, but he was sure you'd find a way to forgive him.

“She’s not.” It was short, blunt, straight to the point. You didn’t try to protest, and Keigo took to unlocking his phone. One of his sidekicks should’ve still been on-duty, and he wanted his agency on this before the police could get involved. It’d be easier, that way. Usually, a hero would only be called in after the crime’s already solved and a suspect’s been found, but no one questions the guy trying to solve the case. “But, we’re not going to let the same thing happen to you, alright? Some of my guys are already on their way, and I’m going to find the psycho who did this.”

Still, the carnage served its purpose. He could already feel you going limp, falling against him as you stared at the grisly scene, barely making half an attempt to push him away before digging your nails into his shirt, instead. “That’s… That’s my roommate,” You gasped, your voice shaking, all jagged fear and sudden terror. Momentarily, he wondered if he should’ve been more subtle. “She shouldn’t-- She’s supposed to be at home, I don’t know why she’d--” There was an abrupt pause, a hasty, choked silence. You slumped against him, letting Keigo wrap his arm around your waist, your earlier anxiety gone and replaced with numb, festering shock. You were trembling, by the time you continued, but for whatever reason, Keigo couldn’t bring himself to feel guilty. “I… I should check on her. She might be--”

There was a stilted nod, an uneven breath. “T-thank you, Takami.”

“That’s what I’m here for, right?” He allowed himself a small smile, a light tap to your side. “You’re going to have to stick around for a little while. I’ll try to make it quick, but if that really is your roommate, we’ll have to ask a few questions. Then you’ll be free to head home.”

Keigo could’ve laughed as you went stiff, your relief dissolving as swiftly as it’d appeared. “I… I don’t know if I should….” You were quick to trail off, to avert your eyes as your thoughts turned towards self-preservation. Keigo could already hear sirens in the distance, but he wanted to be selfish for just a little longer. Just a few more seconds, before he went back to being your concerned friend. Just your concerned friend, unfortunately. “Would that be safe?”

Of course not. He’d wrecked the place, breaking every window and decimating every lock, but you didn’t know that yet, so neither did he.

Rather than giving you a reassuring answer, Keigo only pulled away, moving to cup your cheek. “I mean, I should check it out first. That might take all night, though, and there’s something wrong, we’ll be lucky to finish this week,” He explained, watching your expression darken, clouding over with something between blind fear and impending dread. “But, I don’t know if I’d be able to focus with you in some shitty, unguarded hotel, either. And…” He let himself trail off before breaking into a small smile. Not disarming, but soothing. Just softened enough to encourage you to do the same. “You know I always have room for you back at my place. Only if you trust me to take care of you, of course.”

You barely hesitated before falling into him, wrapping your arm around his neck as you buried your face in his chest, words of appreciation mixing with cracked, half-choked sobs. Keigo welcomed it. Why wouldn’t he?

He was your knight in shining armor, your valiant protector. And you were his rock, his routine, the one thing that kept him sane. He deserved a little praise every now and then, didn’t he? And besides, he had to take advantage of his oh-so-heroic image while he could.

He doubted you'll be so grateful, once you find out just how much he’s done to keep you by his side.

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downwiththemutantnjnjaturtles · 3 years

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We Met Within This Screen [chapt. 7]

[Donnie x reader]

chapter 6 here

"Nothing gets past me, especially not you and your nervous habits, Donatello," Splinter's voice bounced around Donnie's head.

The brothers all looked at each other incredulously, Donnie's anxiousness replaced by complete bafflement. Everyone was wondering the same thing: How did he know?

"You wonder how I knew," Splinter said pointedly, "as if you four are any good at keeping a secret."

They waited for him to go on, but instead there was another uncomfortable pause, Splinter assumedly expecting them to say something. It was Mikey who finally broke the silence. "Are you gonna, like...tell us what we did wrong? How you knew? So next you can't—"

Splinter scoffed and brought his staff down on the youngest's foot. Mikey yelped, bouncing away on one leg. "Teach you how to lie? I have taught you many skills, but one that will always elude you is how to keep something from me. Parents have a sixth sense, you know." He turned to Donnie, regarding the rest of them with a dismissive wave of his hand, "You three, to your rooms. Come to the dojo with me, Donatello."

The three were quick to scatter, Mikey whining into Raph's ear about being sent to their rooms so early, and Raph huffing that he'd been dragged in too.

Swallowing, Donnie followed behind him a few paces, not sure what to expect but nervous all the same. He was lead in and instructed to sit down on the floor, Splinter settling down in front of him. Donnie's fingers brushed along the ridges of the knuckles of his other hand again and again as he tried to find something to occupy them with.

Resting his palms in his hands, Splinter began to talk, voice less harsh than Donnie had anticipated. "I know that we lead a very isolated life, my son. But you must keep your priorities in perspective. You four need each other, and betraying one another's trust does not help that case."

"I'm sorry, Master Splinter," Donnie apologized and hung his head.

"Perhaps you should apologize to your brothers, just as they should to you."

I did put them on the spot, especially Leo, thought Donnie, considering now that he had put him and Raph in a weird position. They had to choose between ratting on him to Splinter and keeping it under wraps for the sake of not stirring up the pot needlessly. As much as Leo was a stickler for the rules, he didn't want to create dissension between him and Donnie. So, they chose the latter option, and now all four were in trouble with their father.

"Okay. I guess...but, Master Splinter, how did you know?"

"About your secret antics?"

Donnie let out a humorless chortle, feeling a twinge of embarrassment that he had actually thought at some point, he was getting away with anything. "Yeah, it...it wasn't very much of a secret."

Stroking his chin, Splinter plainly said, "It was only a suspicion, until you confirmed it."

That night a few weeks ago when Splinter came to him in his lab. The way he squeaked when he was confronted just prior to them going to talk alone. Why didn't I think of that? It was a classic trick, one their father had deployed quite a few times on them. He'd been baited into giving himself away. None of them could tell when he was bluffing or if he actually knew. Save for Leo, who managed only twice in their time to make heads or tails of it.

"I really walked right into that one," Donnie whimpered under his breath, palms pressing down on his knees.

"You did. But," his tone turned more serious, looking him dead in the eye, "you must fix your mistakes, son."

"How?" asked Donnie softly, searching for his father's guidance, but it would find no purchase. He was hard pressed to find a solution immediately.

Splinter shut his eyes and thought. It was a tricky situation, indeed. He gathered that if anything, this was an excellent lesson for Donnie, as well as the others. Under his own supervision, of course; there wasn't room for any more blundering.

Standing up, he placed his staff under his hand. "I trust that you will find a way. You have a brilliant mind, Donatello. Use it well," he told him, and went to leave the training room.

Donnie was still sat on the floor contemplating Splinter's words, honored yet uneasy at the same time that he was being entrusted to fix things. How, he didn't know. Truly. He was at war with himself trying to balance his logic with his emotions, trying to make the two meet gracefully, but it felt impossible. Whichever road he chose, it was a betrayal to the other. One left behind while the other took the wheel. And thoughtlessly, he blurted out, "What if your heart is telling you something completely different, Sensei? What if everything feels contradictory, and—and like there's no right answer, even though you do have this mind, you just can't seem to…"

Donnie's voice tapered. Slightly surprised, Splinter stopped in his tracks, brows high as he looked back at him, who was so clearly riddled with a deeper kind of conflict. Critically discouraged, but still the sliver of will in those eyes of his. His heart went out to him.

Splinter had known that Donnie was interacting with a human. What he hadn't known was that he was in love with the human.

There was a moment of understanding, and Splinter realized that Donnie could not do this on his own. It reminded him of the times the turtles had all been children, the way Donnie looked to him for wisdom as he grappled with himself. Sighing, Splinter sat back down, this time close to him. Donnie was despondent, reverting to staring at the edge of the mat he sat on. "I know your struggles, my son. It seems like there's a sacrifice no matter what you choose, does it not?"

"I don't want to let you guys down. But, I...you know, I'm sorry, Master Splinter, but you don't understand."

He didn't want to say bluntly that he wanted to think of himself and his needs, unlike usual. He knew Splinter would probably not approve of that. None of them had much of a chance to make a selfish decision, aside from everyday things such tucking into the pizza before it even made it back to the Lair. So far, the number of times he could recall making a consequential choice for the sole purpose of indulging himself, was an astounding zero.

"What makes you think I would not understand?" questioned Splinter, and Donnie regretted that he'd said it. He didn't miss how Donnie looked to be becoming mildly sour (among other things), though not at him specifically.

It was then Donnie clammed up, shut down the conversation, he was not going to say it. "It" being what he assumed Splinter wasn't privy to, that he had undoubtedly fallen hard for his friend. But knowing his father, he could totally have had a clue. Splinter didn't always need the details to make an assessment when it came to his sons, whom he knew all too well.

Letting out a crestfallen huff, Donnie rested his chin on his knee, arm obstructing the better half of his face. "It doesn't matter," he mumbled.

Splinter stayed quiet. He didn't want to drive Donnie off—not when he was in such a turmoil. The atmosphere changed to a cold one. Donnie didn't acknowledge him until he put his hand on his forearm, giving it a gentle squeeze and saying, "I will tell you again: I trust that you will figure it out."

What if I make the wrong decision?

"For all of our sakes, I hope you're right, Sensei," Donnie responded. Splinter smiled and got up, prepared to leave the matter at that until any further updates. Until the phone in Donnie's back pocket began to vibrate out of the blue. He wanted to answer, but what, at that point? What should he say?

A minute went by of more persistent vibrating, and Splinter's ear twitched, certain he knew who it was. He was disappointed with the carelessness that had brought them to that moment, but what was done was done. None knew if the girl had any suspicions. "Are you going to answer it?" he asked, sort of prompting him to pick the phone up.

"May I?" Donnie thought he might have sounded a little eager.

Splinter let out a calm hum and motioned for him to do it. Donnie lifted his finger to press accept, but Splinter interrupted firmly, "Speaker, Donatello."

Eyes flitting to Splinter, he accepted the call and reluctantly turned on the speaker.

"Bo, what was all of that earlier, dude? You had me worried sick!" spoke [y/n], more concerned than angry (which Donnie was somewhat relieved about), but he sunk down sheepishly upon seeing the look on his father's face. He gave Donnie a questionable glance at the word "Bo", as he wasn't aware of the details. Donnie wasn't about to correct her right now.

"I–...hey, [y/n]," he said, forcing himself to turn to the side so he wouldn't have to look at Splinter. The eyes on him made him feel put off to the point he couldn't focus on her voice, but the fact that Splinter was right there, listening in, and both were fixing to find out just what kind of mess they had on their hands. "Believe me when I tell you, you don't want to get caught up in this," he told her, "I can't—"

"Listen," she started, exasperated, "I've heard it before. 'I can't tell you this', and 'I can't tell you that'," she went on, "Be honest with me, Bo; is it that you can't or you just won't?"

Splinter's thoughts were undetermined. Donnie couldn't read anything from his stoic expression.

"It's not that I won't," he rebutted, pitch going up involuntarily, "Why won't you listen to me when I say I can't?"

"Because there's something going on, with you, and I know my eyes weren't just playing tricks on me. I saw something crazy—I heard it, too, when I called you the other day!"

I am so dead. Donnie's stomach did a flip. He couldn't face his father, but behind him, Splinter placed his hand on his face, covering his eyes. He shot Donnie an intimidating glance, and Donnie waved his hands nervously, listening to her go on as he backed up. Pivoting around from the jabs sent to his side by Splinter's staff, he jumped away with his comically long stride, trying to avoid the onslaught while juggling the phone. He muffled a grunf of pain when the cane managed to whack his head.

"Hold on!" he said, and Splinter stopped and narrowed his eyes, the voice on the other end of the phone also going silent. Donnie couldn't regain his composure while being chased around the dojo, so he finally was able to sputter out, "W-what did you see?"

"I was on the balcony, 'Don'. I heard your voice on the phone and saying the same thing from the roof, and saw two giant...turtles! With weapons, fighting what looked like ninjas?! What even is this?" she yelled.

She'd put two and two together. There was no fixing.

Only acceptance.

Blinking, Donnie nearly dropped the phone. Splinter shut his eyes, slowly shook his head, and turned around. The sound of his cane tapping the floor as he walked was the only thing he could hear after he tuned out the speaker.

He was now alone in the dojo, under the light that streamed through the grate above him, standing in the hush.

He turned the speaker off. She, on the other end, was quiet, too, in disbelief. And probably rightfully feeling betrayed, in a way, Donnie thought. The friend she'd come to care for so much turned out to be someone she couldn't have even imagined.

Licking his lips, he put on the most level tone he could and said in a struggle, "You can't tell anyone. I-if you say something, I'll... we'll…"

I could never threaten you, [y/n].

"You'll what?" she asked, voice low.

Then, all the could hear was her breathing. The dojo was completely quiet, the room was large, and there he was, in the middle. Donnie liked smaller spaces. Darker spaces, like his lab. He felt exposed in that moment, even when no one could see him.

"Be in danger," he said in earnest.

There was some rustling, then the sound of wind on her end. He barely heard a sliding door shut.

"Come here," she told him firmly.

His eyes went wide. "What?" he questioned, stupefied.

She sighed, "No more lying, Bo—Don—I don't know. If what we have really matters to you…"

A mix of emotions swirled in him as he waited for her words. She hesitated.

"I'll come," he whispered, finishing her sentence.

"You'll come."

Blowing a breath out from between his lips, and nodded. Sorry, Master Splinter.

He snuck through the Lair to the exit of the sewers.

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jerrylevitch · 3 years

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Do you think or know whether Jerry ever regretted all of the affairs and sleeping around? Or if he looked back on it differently later on? I know he'd talked about it kind of jokingly, which i'm sure was a default/defense mechanism. I also get all the factors that contributed to that behavior so I don't really judge him for it, and he wasn't the only one doing it by any means...I was just wondering if you had a take on it or knew anything. Still love him, that horny little bugger lol ;)

He did feel guilty and for awhile, and he tried to be faithful to Patti in his own mind by not finishing inside the woman he was with. According to Jane McCormick:

"Jerry was almost bashful when it came to having sex, but he thoroughly enjoyed it. Still, he had a quirky way of dealing with his loyalty to his wife. He would not climax inside me, no matter what kind of sex we had."

Of course you'll see Jerry boasting about his sexual escapades and other crap like he didn't care when he was older like on E True Hollywood Story or Playboy, and GQ Magazine, but I always go back to this passage that Jerry wrote to himself and consider this the truth, because here he didn't have to put on a show for anyone, or try to look macho by saying he had all these women.

From Patti Lewis' book:

“Jerry was a master at candidly acting out personal vignettes about three areas of real life: relationships, situations, and predicaments. They form the backbone of his comedy. He nurtured many relationships and wrote volumes on how he felt. I tried to understand what he was saying, beyond the words, when I read the notes he sent me; the “I luv you’s” written across my makeup mirror at home; and the longer messages I found on my desk.” ”At times I found him five parts philosopher, one part humanist, ten parts deep thinker, one part spiritual, fifty parts comedian, twelve parts unpredictability, and twenty-one parts everything else. In 1966, one late summer afternoon, I found the following and took it to the garden to read:”

”To ask how deeply I feel is like asking, ‘Where is God?’” ”We can answer with nothing more than “if’s” and “maybe’s.” “In other words, the answers are really intangibles, yet I’m going to attempt to answer one of them to the best of my knowledge and awareness.

My feelings, where my wife is concerned, are very deep and very sacred…She is the very reason I live…for she is the only reason I know that makes living worth anything…and the boys that she produced for me are equally worth it, but one day they’ll leave and then there will be only us…

She is the first human thing that has ever cared about me or for me…Oh, there were little dogs, and little boys and a few beings that cared, but not enough that I could have survived.

It was only when she came into my life that I realized I had a life to live…I was always made to feel that I was given a case of breath out of pity…It was as though someone said, “We have plenty, give him some.” Then I knew I had to make good and be someone, or something a little better than those that gave me an occasional handout… As I got older, I didn’t much care about being better than them anymore…I just cared about staying alive and getting some degree of respect as a human thing on God’s Earth…I knew he didn’t mean to have anyone just exist…but he meant fur us all to have a meaning and a purpose. I have to try to get my thoughts put in the proper place so I can put things down that really count! Now then, if my wife was the first to care and to really treat me like a human being with love and warmth and the like…the big question is, “How could I have treated this special being as I have?” My answer that I find coming is… After so many years of being made to feel like nothing…I guess I worked on being something so much more than nothing…that I found myself making the real somethings around me nothing in the haste that drove me to be something…The responsibility of taking care of the loves I had always had made me feel like, “Why should I care for what one day will discard me anyway?” I don’t know if that’s the case, but it sounds right…and coming from someone who loves those tremendous loves as I do, it certainly confuses me, too… My constant silence, I think, has been fear…of what my love would think of what I’ve done…fear of doing the wrong thing…and losing the respect I have always felt I got from her…to be placed in the position of being disrespected and disregarded again has always knotted up my insides so badly that silence seemed the only way to avoid the possibility of rejection…very often my hiding was part and parcel of that fear…The feeling of being nothing again, or being looked at with disdain, has, for as long as I can remember, been tearing me up inside…And those tears have come out looking like torment…Well, tormented I am, and have been, and pray one day soon I won’t know the feeling anymore… My wrapping myself up so completely in my work helped for a while, but the “ego” that came across was never there…I have none. But I work desperately at displaying “ego” to cover the real emptiness I know inside… As a director I have found infinite peace…because I am to so many…an authority, a man who knows, and not someone who is treated with “pity” or “charity”…That’s the biggest reason for the love of creativity I have, for a man is free when he is creating. Not just creating “funny” by way of the mask I wear, but by making others the puppets…and making them stand out front for a change…The feeling of “behind the camera” feels safe, and warm, and special, and certain…”Out front” has been very hard and trying for me…and for the first time in my life I think I can honestly admit…I hated doing it and I still do…The happiness that seemed to appear from standing “in one” was nothing more than getting a general acceptance from a lot of people who care at the moment….But “at the moment” isn’t enough for me anymore… I need all the care I can get all the time…and I only seem to be able to get that from my love, my wife… I don’t ever want to appear “indifferent” to my wife…but that appearance, too, I think is just hoping not to be a burden and an annoyance to her...I just can’t remember ever being anything but an annoyance…and when I’m told I’m not, I can’t seem to recognize that is possibly the case. I don’t like to hide and run…I want to be free to go and do as any other man does… I know I need help…but I really believe the help will come from within…as soon as I can place things in their right positions… Admitting to “hating performing” might help me adjust sooner…Admitting the love I have for writing and direction will, I’m sure, take me out of the depths of my depression…and will ultimately take me into the realm of peace and contentment. I want to talk more, I want to communicate more…I want

to say so much, and get help from her, I want so much to scream the things that tug away at my heart and my soul…And when I try, the hurt is so strong, and deep, and festered that I clam up, and the relief I want doesn’t come… Now to bury that grief…I find someone who has equally as much or more than I so that I can be the helping hand…For if I can help, then my hurts can’t be so bad…How much trouble can I have, if I’m listening to someone else’s? And for years I made that a practice…to give of myself only to forget I needed more giving than anyone… I don’t think I have always been aware of that fact…I really wanted to share and give and be charitable…but there’s that word again…charitable…I should have known better. For “charity” was the one thing that started my life wrong.. I wasn’t entitled to charity by those people when I was so very young…I was entitled to all the love and care all little lives should get…But how long did I have to wait to realize “charity” shouldn’t deal with the ones we love…They should only get the real “love” and nothing more…and give “charity” to strangers in need…Period! (And they should be picked carefully!) I’m trying to feel “God” in me and maybe with his help we can push out the torment…and place the “alive” of a being, back where it was taken from… With it all I am a very lucky man…to have found the real, right, and perfect human being to spend my years with. I want so much to do the right thing to keep her straight and happy and healthy… When she is ill, the reaction to it isn’t any different than when the spike is forced into the vampire’s heart…it’s the only emotional thing that can kill me, and that’s when she hurts…or when I’ve caused her pain…but my intentions are never to hurt her, never to do her a moment’s pain…Never to create a frown on her lovely face…Why those things happen are a complexity to us both…And I will serve myself from here on in as a student of care and concern and caution as to how she gets treated and how I allow much of my feelings to affect her… I can only answer “God” honestly, and he knows my worth and my intentions, I have no fear of his wrath…for I know he knows I’m basically good, and fine, and honorable when it comes to my love and my soul for her… I have no guilt about what I have done thru my blindness…I only have guilt for the things I might have avoided doing…If I had just put…”First things first.” I will try! And “God” knows my heart is talking, not the typewriter.”

#Jerry Lewis #anonymous

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mistaeq · 4 years

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Multiple Character Work: an s/o Pulling them into Dancing

TW // none

This was a request by @memory-mortis , I wish I still could answer to it directly but Tumblr is a dick. Enjoy the answer hun, hope you like it! <3

Kujo Jotaro, Higashikata Josuke, Narancia Ghirga, Leone Abbacchio with an s/o who pulls them into dancing, fem!s/o

WORD COUNT: 2.3k

You felt incredibly good. The music was something you had needed for so much time, considering all the bad events that had happened lately. You kinda knew that all the eyes were on you, there was who was smiling, who was following the rythm of the music. And then there was your boyfriend.

May it be because he was tired, may it be because he was too focused on your moves. But he wasn't absolutely dancing. It was funny to finally dance after all that time. But after you had fell in love with him, you felt like dancing with him could have been even better.

If you could only convince him...

KUJO JOTARO

You approached him, with a sly smile on your face. Jotaro willingly ignored you. You were in the middle of the desert and had found a working radio which was playing good music? It all looked too weird, to him. An enemy stand user who was try to make them let their guard down? It was night, and the six of you were getting ready to sleep, after a long day. But the music was inside of you, right now.

You started dancing around, jumping around Joseph and Polnareff, who were laughing, twirling all around Kakyoin while Avdol was clapping his hands. They also looked incredibly pleased, thanks to the music. But Jotaro, your boyfriend, was a mixture between kind and shocked. He was so stressed, poor boy, and you could tell by how he was staring at the radio.

"A... A radio enemy stand which makes people go crazy..." he was mumbling, while you were getting closer to him, wanting to take his hands in yours and pulling you into dancing with you. As soon as you were close enough to be in his range of action, he suddenly summoned Star Platinum, scaring you to death. You fell on the soft desert sand, looking at him in shock.

"J-Jotaro...?" he just stood there, angrily staring at you.

"Y/n. Are you being possessed by this enemy stand?" Star Platinum was just right in front of you, as you shook your head and swallowed. The crusaders were as shocked as you were. Jotaro was too stressed. After all, his mother's life was in danger and all he could think about was defeating Dio. After he understood what was going on, his stand disappeared, and he hid his face under his black hat. "Nevermind. Sorry."

You stood up, getting closer to him again. This time, instead of grabbing his hands, you took off his hat, putting it on your own head. It was too big for you, it fell on your eyes. You smiled to him.

"It's okay, JoJo. You can never know where an enemy might be. You've been careful, and that's always good." you wrapped your arms around his torso. "I just really, really wanna dance with the boy I love." The ordinary Jotaro would have never done it, but this Jotaro, so nervous, maybe needed it.

You took him by the hand, and pulled him away from his thoughts, gently moving his arms on the rythm of the music. His hands moved directly on your waist, and you smiled. This caused a bunch of whispered comments from the others.

"Oh my god."

"Ooh la la."

Jotaro killed Joseph and Jean Pierre with his gaze, but then went back at watching you. He held you closer, and you swore you saw a smile on him.

"Didn't know you were this good at dancing." You commented, caressing his neck.

"This is not... good." Jotaro snorted. "It's just dancing, y/n."

"Mind letting me decide whether this is good or not, Kujo?" at this answer of yours, he answered with a smirk. You broke the perfect dancing pose, to hug him tight and stand on tiptoe, leaving a quick peck on his lips.

"Thank you for dancing with me, JoJo."

"How cute, a kiss~" Joseph teased his grandson.

"Oh, l'amour." Jotaro killed his grandpa and his french friend, afterwards.

HIGASHIKATA JOSUKE

The slight pain of an elbow on his arm and the sound of a raspy voice woke him up from his daydreaming. He'd never tried to go in a dance club. It was quite a mess.

"Oi Josuke." the boy huffed. "Your girlfriend over there is staring at you. She's totally hot, you should go, she looks like she wants to dance, huh Josuke?" you were, in fact, dancing around, kinda staring at him. But he was there with his best friend. You would have annoyed him, maybe?

"Okuyasu, are you hungry?" Josuke asked, staring at you from afar but talking to his bestie.

"Yes, like a lot."

"Fantastic." Josuke smirked. "I am not. How about you go eating something? Mh?" his best friend's eyes widened.

"Oooh... I understand, Josuke." unbelievable. "Have fun Josuke, okay Josuke? Bye J o s u k e e e ...."

As soon as he left, you kinda decided it was your time to shine. And he was slightly smiling, too.

"JoJo!" You approached your boyfriend wiggling your hips around - more or less like the iconic Suzi Q approaching Joseph -, and then rested your hands on his chest, right on the heart shaped unbuttoned part of his uniform. "What are you doing here all alone?"

"Ah..." Josuke tried to play the victim, to make you baby him. "My best friend said he had better things to do and left me alone..."

"Yeah, right..." you teased him and gently kissed him, ignoring the voices of jealous girls behind you who would have wanted to be you. "You don't like it here?"

"I've never been in a dance club... 's pretty chaotic."

"Yes, but the good thing is you can be yourself without getting judged. Just dance, Josuke." you grabbed the hands he was resting on your back, and brought them to your hips.

As soon as you pulled Josuke with you, not in the middle of the crowd - you still wanted your intimacy with him -, but not too far, you felt someone pushing you, making you stumble on Josuke's feet. Luckily, he caught you just in time not to make you fall. You decided not to turn around. You just smiled, pissed off.

"Who pushed me, Josuke?" the boy watched. He saw a girl, he didn't know her, though.

"Someone jealous, I think." he just answered, giggling and holding you tighter while moving with you on the music.

Nobody in the dance club saw it coming, but Josuke knew pretty well what you were doing, seeing your stand pop up behind you and punching that girl. He laughed, and that made you the happiest. "Maybe we should look surprised?" he suggested. You shook your head.

"Nah, nevermind..." your hands moved to his shoulders, and you kissed him again, while you were dancing.

The only ones to dance, to be honest. Everyone was being shocked about the girl who had been punched by your stand - nobody could see it -, and everyone's eyes were on the couple who was ignoring her. You two. Josuke blushed a little, but he had to admit that night with you in the dance club was priceless.

NARANCIA GHIRGA

You were shocked. Bucciarati had asked to put such a cute music at Libeccio's purposely for the gang to relax a bit. Even Abbacchio was quietly humming on the music. But Narancia, a known music lover and great dancer, was just sitting at the table, his fork wandering around his plate, not wanting to eat.

Probably wanting to dance, but holding back. Why was he holding back? Even you, his girlfriend, were dancing, and he was just there, almost sad looking. From afar, you gestured him into joining you, but he just tried to avoid your gaze.

You then got worried and curious about what was he thinking about, and you reached for him.

"Oi... Nara?" you kneeled down, next to his chair, and kissed him on his cheek. "Won't you join us? Won't you join me?" He looked at you. You could tell he wanted to dance, too.

"Y/n... why do you want me to dance with you?" you got a little taken aback by his question. "I'm still trying to figure out why did you choose me over someone like Bruno or Abbacchio..." your expression softened.

"I chose you over them..." you hugged him to make him stand up from the chair. "...because it's you who I like, Narancia. Very easy. And I'd rather dance once with you than a million times with them. Understood?" you kissed his forehead, cheeks and nose. He smiled shyly.

"Are you sure we can dance together, then?" Narancia asked. You noticed how Bucciarati was actually listening to your conversation. He was thinking about how to thank you later for making Narancia happy and confident about himself again.

"It's you the real dance machine, come dance wi-" you saw Aerosmith flying over your head, and as you noticed it, Narancia had already disappeared.

You turned around and saw him dancing like he had wanted to do that for hours, Aerosmith flying all around him happily, hitting the rythm of the music with its user. You immediately joined him, but you were more focused on looking at how happy he was. Narancia was your ray of sunshine, you couldn't hold back from hugging him while he was dancing, so he could lead you and do the same dance steps with you.

As you two danced together, your two stands could be seen having fun together on the rythm. Bucciarati was laughing, Giorno was happily smiling, Fugo and Abbacchio humming the music along with the radio. Mista tried to stand up to join you and Narancia, but Abbacchio grabbed his blue turtleneck, pulling him back on his chair.

You couldn't understand if it was because he didn't want another idiot to dance or if he actually wanted you and Narancia to enjoy your moment together. Trish was sitting on the table, yelling for a good cause.

"Won't we get to see a kiss between you two?"

Narancia had never felt comfortable in kissing on your lips in front of the gang, but he was so excited thanks to the music, that he just got closer to you, pressing his lips on yours. You felt your cheeks go on fire, but you were happy that Narancia was happy, too.

LEONE ABBACCHIO

Narancia and Mista were dancing, their music so loud everyone even outside could hear it, you dancing along with them. Too many times you pretended to stumble on your boyfriend's foot, slouched on the couch, with his eyes closed and his headphones on, just to get his attention. But he just ignored you.

You grew tired of waiting for Abbacchio to care about you stumbling on his foot, and just did what you knew he hated. You didn't actually do nothing weird, just sat next to him, without him noticing. The two boys who were dancing immediately understood what you wanted to do.

"Oh, Mista, try to put your hands around my waist, so we can dance better." Mista and Narancia were quietly giggling.

"Mmmm." was the only sound Abbacchio produced, angrily opening an eye, just to see you were sitting next to him, luckily without Mista's hands around you. You laughed.

"Hi, love."

"Mmm." you got closer and took off his headphones, since you were the only one who could do this without risking an immediate death. He opened both his eyes, and looked at you. Then he managed to put together two words. "What is it, amore?"

You stood up and grabbed his hands, pulling it to make him stand up. He's heavy, and won't stand up.

"Please?" you puppy eyed him, shaking his hands a little. You understood you had to use your trump card. "I would be so happy if you danced with me... Leone." he just couldn't say no, when you called him with his first name.

He huffed, standing up and blushing.

"I'm... fine with it, but... please, change the song... I like something more classical."

"Mh..." you hummed. "We getting romantic?" you just succeeded in making Abbacchio blush even more. You should thank God that you're yourself, or Leone would have scolded you several times for exposing him like this.

"Kinda." he said, as Narancia changed his music to something slower. Abbacchio posed to start dancing, and you looked at him, confused. He smirked. "You want to dance with me and don't know how to dance what I like?" Leone giggled. "This means I'll have to teach you." He put a hand on your waist, and moved a hand of yours on his shoulder.

"Try to stay closer to me... our chests have to be close, our heads don't." he said, as he guided you in your dance steps, under the amused eyes of Narancia and Mista.

"What do you mean our heads don't... what are we, Transformers?" Abbacchio snorted, smirking a little. Okay, that had been so sudden and funny, not even him could hold back a laugh.

He suddenly pulled you up and kissed you, leaving the two boys that were watching you in a complete state of shock. You caressed his cheek, and smiled in his sweet kiss. "I'm not an expert, but I'm pretty sure this wasn't implied in the dance step..." you whispered, smirking.

Abbacchio bit his lower lip, and smirked back. "Are you sure about this? Looks like our dancing was pretty... impressive." he gestured towards Narancia and Mista's shocked faces.

"I wouldn't mind dancing another time, would you, Leone?"

"No, I wouldn't surely mind."

#jojo's bizarre adventure #jojo x reader #jojo scenarios #jojo part three #jojo part four #jojo part five #stardust crusaders #diamond is unbreakable #vento aureo #golden wind #jotaro kujo #jotaro x reader #josuke higashikata #josuke x reader #narancia ghirga #narancia x reader #leone abbacchio #abbacchio x reader

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niksixx · 4 years

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Patience

~Welcome to Part 1 of yet another Axl Rose mini series. Since this is merely fanfiction, there will obviously be inaccuracies and things I changed around just because I can hehe. I hope you enjoy! This particular piece was inspired by the GNR song, Patience~

Pairing: Axl Rose/Vince Neil x Female Reader

A/N: R E B L O G AND C O M M E N T

*Picture is not mine; Found on Google. Creds to the owner*

P.S. I have a strong feeling this fic is going to tug on your heart strings.

Tag list: @littlemisscare-all @ginny-baker-sixx @metalheartofgold @madamsixx @curly-hudson

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As a little girl, you were drawn to the little boy who sat on the playground bench alone, head down, hair shielding his eyes, hiding from the world around him. Each day, he was there. Each day, he had fresh tears in his eyes. And each day, he silently prayed for a friend.

The little boy’s prayers were answered the day you skipped over to him, placing yourself in front of him, rocking back and forth on the balls and heels of your feet as your yellow tutu swayed with the soft breeze. You waited for the boy to look up at you and when he did, you smiled, wanting to comfort him.

“Hi there! I’m Y/N. What’s your name?”

His voice was soft, hesitant, like a scared mouse. “Axl.”

“Axl. That’s nice. I like it!” You exclaimed, taking a seat beside him on the bench. Little Axl slid over to give you room, keeping his eyes on the ground. What is she doing? He wondered.

“How old are you?”

“Eight,” Axl said gently, holding up four digits on one hand, four digits on the other. “How old are you?”

“I’m ten!” You answered proudly, swinging your legs. Axl still hadn’t looked up from the ground. “Can I ask you a question?”

Axl nodded, lifting his head just a bit to brush the hair from his eyes. His eyelashes were long and thick, and tiny red freckles dotted the bridge of his nose, down his plump cheeks. “If you want.”

“How come you’re all alone?”

His eyes flickered to the three older boys on the swingset, two blond twins and a brunette friend. They were known for bullying other children off the playground. All Axl wanted to do was play with them. Be friends with them. Why did they have to be so mean? “Those boys,” he points in their direction with a shaky finger, “They were teasing me. I just wanted to be their friend.”

You followed his finger, frowning as the three boys laughed obnoxiously. You recognized them. They looked around your age. “What were they teasing you about?”

Axl shrugged, picking at his fingernails. Why were you so curious? He wasn’t used to anyone caring about him. “They made fun of my hair, my clothes, my teeth. They said I was ugly and that no one would want to be friends with me. And then they pushed me. That’s how I scraped my elbow,” He says, showing off his battle wound proudly. He hadn’t even cried today when they shoved him down.

Standing up, you placed your little hands on your hips, eyebrows scrunched together. Again, you waited for him to look at you. It took him a while, but when he finally looked up at you, with sadness swirling in his eyes, you pulled him off the bench and in the direction of the three boys.

“What are you doing?!” He asked quietly, but harshly. “Y/N!”

You ignored him, focusing on the boys. They needed to be taught a lesson, seeing as their parents had never taught them how to play nice with other children. It was a good thing your parents encouraged you to hit back if a boy ever started the fight. What did your parents call it again? Self defense?

As you approached, they snickered and stood from their respective swings, forming a line, a barrier, to the swingset. Without a second thought, you pushed the one you assumed to be the ringleader.

“Hey! What was that for?” He asked, shooting you a dirty look. His friends helped him to his feet, brushing dirt from the back of his knees. “That wasn't very nice of you.”

“Then why did you do it to my friend?” You challenged, motioning to Axl beside you. As the three boys looked his way, he stepped closer to you, cowering. “I heard you were teasing him. Teasing isn’t nice. So leave him alone!”

“What are you going to do about it?” The second boy asked. As you stepped toward him, he backed up, eyes wide. He held up his hands. “Okay, okay. Fine.”

“Now say you’re sorry,” you instructed, staring each one in the eye. Wrapping an arm around Axl’s shoulders, he relaxed under your touch. He was glad to have you there. Somehow, in a fluffy yellow tutu, a bright pink shirt, and puke green shoes, you intimated the three boys. And you’d come to his defense like a true friend would.

The boys gave each other a look before mumbling an apology. Not wanting to start more drama, they slinked off to the other side of the playground, leaving the swingset empty.

Turning to Axl, your heart softened at the formation of a smile on his face. His body wasn’t so tense anymore. “Want to swing with me?”

He nodded, and you sat next to each other on the swingset, swinging gently and laughing at all the random, silly things little kids laugh at.

“Thank you,” Axl whispered. He was still a bit shy around you, but he managed to look you in the eye once more. “For being my friend.”

You reached out to grab his clammy hand in your own, squeezing it tightly as if you were afraid he’d let go. “We’re going to be friends forever. I won’t let anyone be mean to you. Okay?”

“Promise?” Axl asked, searching for reassurance.

You nodded. “I promise.”

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You had kept the promise for a while. Throughout your teenage years, you acted as Axl’s protector, his guardian angel, the keeper of his childhood troubles and darkest secrets. In school, everyone knew. No one dared to mess with him while you were around. And if they did, you had no problem putting them in their place. You’d done it many times before.

Slowly, Axl’s shell disappeared. He started to talk a bit more, about the abuse he’d suffered at the hand of his stepfather. He found friends of his own, and began to smile more often, which was a sight that melted your heart. He’d answer questions in class and even joined the choir, a place where he truly felt like he belonged. Being in the choir drove him to carry around a tiny blue book, where he’d write down his inner thoughts that he would later go on to develop as lyrics for songs performed by his band, Guns N’ Roses, with his four best friends, Izzy, Duff, Steven, and Slash. Thanks to you, there was a light in his usually dull gray eyes.

And, thanks to you, Axl began to feel things he'd never felt before. At sixteen years old, he started paying more attention to your feelings, whether you were happy, sad, angry, joyful. He would always find excuses to look at you, be around you, put a smile on your face. You infiltrated his thoughts, sometimes in more than a friendly way, and his heart would race whenever you were near him. To make sense of his thoughts, his feelings, he’d write them in his book. The moment Axl realized he was foolishly in love with you was when he found himself writing songs about you.

But he’d never shown you any of the songs, afraid of what you might think of him when you understood the songs were for you. By the time Axl turned eighteen, your friendship began to dwindle. You were twenty years old with no set plans for the future. A wandering soul. A free-spirit. Traveling the world was the only thing on your mind. Axl accompanied you to the airport the morning you planned to leave your old town behind, savoring the feeling of your body wrapped in his arms, before sending you off to start your journey in Los Angeles, California. LA was supposed to be the start of your adventure, but you quickly fell in love with the city, and never stepped foot anywhere else.

And the minute you left is when the bullying started back up again. Only this time though, Axl let the words roll off his shoulders. He adopted a new wardrobe filled with leather jackets, leather pants, hats, and bandanas, hoping his new appearance would keep others away and make them nervous to be around him. When that didn’t work, Axl eventually began to fight back. There was no one to protect him anymore. He had to stand up and do it for himself.

In his early twenties, Axl found himself living in West Hollywood, making friends with the wrong crowd, dropping hundreds of dollars on tattoos every two weeks, and trying his best to avoid jail time. He became somewhat of a rebel, a delinquent, like the biological father he barely remembered, snorting cocaine, not loving it, and then sticking with cigarettes. Instead of shying away from trouble, Axl went looking for it.

The formation of Guns N’ Roses changed everything, kept him grounded. While his time had been spent causing trouble and fighting officers, it was now taken over completely by managing a rock band. He still smoked every now and again, but he’d completely quit the hard drugs and bitter alcohol. Playing gigs, writing lyrics, and touring the world with his bandmates was all he needed. It gave him a purpose. It made him happy.

But, like every rockstar does, Axl made a few enemies on his climb to fame. He’d been in a few bar fights with none other than Skid Row’s lead bass guitarist, Rachel Bolan. Words were exchanged with Stephen Pearcy of Ratt, and he and Poison singer Bret Michaels did not get along. At all.

Now, in his mid twenties, Axl was able to let go of the grudges he’d held. Well, almost all of them. In the music world, it was normal for lead singers of different bands to have bad blood, which is exactly what Axl Rose had with Vince Neil, lead singer, or screecher, as Axl called him, of Mötley Crüe.

Axl couldn’t stand the guy, and for good reasons. Vince was stuck up, conceited, a hotshot. He was always drunk it seemed, unable to hold his liquor. Plus, his vocals weren't even that great. He had no business being as arrogant as he was.

Although Axl and Vince had never been in a physical altercation, (yet) the hatred was mutual between the two singers. The media were constantly pitting them against each other, and instead of fighting it together, they bashed and bad-mouthed each other.

What Axl and the rest of the world wasn’t aware of was your romantic relationship with Vince. Your relationship was purposely kept hidden away from the media, away from the fans. Vince never mentioned you in interviews, nor would he have you on his arm at award ceremonies. And for a while, you understood. The label needed Vince to keep up the bad boy, bachelor image. They were convinced it would generate more attention for the band as a whole. But there were days that you wished Vince would come out to the world and show you off like you, and Mick Mars, his bandmate, believed you deserved.

Of course, Axl didn’t know anything about your current life, your struggles, but that didn’t mean he never tried. He searched everywhere for you, from West Hollywood to Malibu and even Beverly Hills, but after almost a year of searching, he’d finally given up. You’d been away from him for too long. Did you have a job? A family? Where were you living? The last time he had spoken to you was more than seven years ago when he watched you board the plane headed for LA.

Though it’s been years since he’s seen you, his feelings never dissolved. If you were indeed off the market in a happy, loving relationship, then no, Axl wouldn’t dare try and sabotage your relationship, but he had to find a way to show you how much he loved you. What he needed was just a little bit of patience, and all of the pieces would fall into place.

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depressedhatakekakashi · 3 years

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Faded Colour

Au: Iwa Gai Au + Soulmate Au

Words: 2390

Pairing: Hatake Kakashi/Maito Gai

Summary: On his way to complete a mission in the land of Earth, Kakashi notices a shift in his vision that could only mean one thing. His soulmate is nearby, and for some reason, he really wants to see the man.

Continuation of: Unexpected Soulmate

The colours that you see now are the window to your soul. The further away from your soulmate you are, the less focused the colours will be.

The closer you are, the sharper more distinctive they are. You'll be able to tell the difference between blue and aqua then.

If your soulmate is injured, the colours will fade.

If they die…

Minato-sensei had never finished explaining it to him. Missions had happened, life became hectic, and before Kakashi really knew what was going on his whole team was gone.

Names on a stone memorial for him to visit every morning.

His Sensei’s words were always on his mind though. A constant reminder of why his vision was changing. Why things seemed a little clearer once in a while, or why his heart would stop when the colours would start to fade.

He had only met his soulmate once, in the heat of battle, and he was already terrified of losing him. It was rather pathetic in his opinion. Fearing for the life of an enemy shinobi. Then of course, he assumed that was what happened with every soulmate.

It didn’t matter if you wanted to be connected to that person. If you were supposed to try and kill each other on sight, or if you never really got to know them. The heart knew who it was connected to, and the mere thought of losing that connection hurt.

“You’re not focused,” glancing towards Tenzo, Kakashi raised an eyebrow when he saw his new teammate staring back at him with a worried expression. “What’s on your mind, Senpai?”

“I told you not to call me that,” turning his attention back on the path in front of him, Kakashi touched down on the next branch and prepared to jump once more when he suddenly saw a shift in his vision. The colours around him getting sharper, with the green of the forest tree’s becoming more prominent and beautiful. “Shit.”

“What is it?” coming to a stop by Kakashi’s side, Tenzo immediately reached out to touch the older boys shoulder.

Trouble. That’s the only word that Kakashi could think of to describe it. If the colours around him were getting clearer that meant that his soulmate was close by. A secret he had managed to keep from everyone, about to be blown all for their mission.

“Stone shinobi,” he informed Tenzo, trying his best to keep his cool. Though he had no idea where the enemy actually was, he did like the amazed look on Tenzo’s face when his words sank in. “They’re nearby. Get ready for a fight.”

Their goal was to get to the land of earth and take out a specific target, so it wasn’t surprising that they were running into stone shinobi on the way. The only annoying part was that he had to be one of them.

The smart thing to do was avoid them. He had no idea how many shinobi there were, and their purpose was to avoid unnecessary fights so that they could achieve their mission.

Regardless of what was smart, his heart screamed at him to find them. To risk a full out fight to see his soulmate for ever just a second. To put his life, and Tenzo’s, on the line for selfish, stupid reason’s.

“We’re going in, arn’t we?” When he looked back over at Tenzo he was met with an unimpressed glare. “You really are out of it.”

It wasn’t a lie, and no doubt Tenzo would have a lecture waiting for him as soon as they were out of danger, but it was worth the risk.

Just this once, he needed to listen to his heart.

To give himself something good, even if it all went terribly wrong.

“Lead the way, Senpai,” closing his eyes, Kakashi focused on the scenes around them. The smell of grass and bark were the most prominent around them, but hidden deep beneath them was the smallest hint of sweat. Following that scent, he turned towards the east. “That way?”

“This way,” he confirmed before jumping towards the next tree. Even with a scent to follow, the information he had was still minimal. They’d have to scope the area before actually approaching, to make sure they weren’t about to jump into a situation that they would find themselves outnumbered in.

As they got closer to their target, Kakashi couldn’t help but notice the sharpness of the colours around him. Where usually the various colours would blend together, he could now tell where exactly the leaves ended and the branch began. When he looked up at the sky above them, he could see the difference between the clouds and the sky.

Things that usually didn’t concern him were impossible not to notice now, largely because of the weird feeling that bloomed inside of his chest when he thought about the reason for all of these changes.

I wonder if he looks the same.

It's a stupid thought of course. The two of them hadn't seen each other in five years. There was no way the other boy still had the same stupid bowl cut, or that he was wearing that same awful green jumpsuit.

Just as Kakashi had grown and changed, he surely had as well.

Coming to a stop after a few minutes, Kakashi peered through the bush line.

"Just one person," Tenzo settled in beside him. "If you really want to pick a fight, that shouldn't be too hard to deal with."

One person.

One single person, with a vibrant green jumpsuit that Kakashi had wished he'd never see again, and that same ridiculous bowl cut.

Five years, and yet it was like nothing had changed at all.

“I don’t think we’ll need to pick a fight,” turning his back, Kakashi prepared himself to move on. Seeing that his soulmate was alive was surely enough. At least now he had some information about his condition, rather than the absolute nothing he had for the past five years. “Let’s continue with our mis-”

Hearing movement directly behind him, Kakashi turned and lifted his arms just in time to block a kick from the man he had been watching just seconds ago.

“You!” Bright black eyes widened with realization.

Shoving him back, Kakashi shifted his feet to face him once again and dived towards the enemy. Usually, he’d pull out his tanto for the attack. Aim to slice deep into his enemies’ skin in hopes of disarming them and forcing them to retreat.

His hand refused to reach for the weapon though or to even produce the Chidori that he was so well known for.

Instead, he found himself wrapping his arms around the man’s waist and attempting to slam him down into the ground, before he could though, he shifted his body so that he landed on his feet and was immediately able to push himself back. Putting distance between the two of them.

“What are you doing here?” turning his body mid-air, Kakashi touched down on the ground. “Don’t tell me you’re spying on me. Did you miss me that much?”

Hearing the taunt out of the other man’s mouth made his skin crawl.

“I’m here for a mission,” he insisted, ignoring the prickling feeling on the back of his neck when the other man narrowed his eyes. Clearly not believing what Kakashi was saying. “What would I even want to do around you? You haven’t grown at all as a shinobi.”

It was a lie of course. His arms were throbbing from the kick he had blocked, and the ease with which he had dodged Kakashi’s attack was a major improvement from the last fight they had.

“Brave words for the one hiding away in the trees. Can’t even come out and face me head-on?”

It took all of Kakashi’s effort not to scream at the man about the importance of stealth for a shinobi. Clearly, it was a lost cause that he need not waste time arguing about if the man was going to take a jab at him doing his job and keeping hidden.

Not that he was doing his job well, obviously, since he had been spotted. Something he would have to work on when he got home.

“Is your friend going to come out or-” holding up a hand, Kakashi kept his eyes focused on the stone shinobi. This was not something that he wanted Tenzo to be a part of. If there was going to be a fight, it was his to have. “I see. Is that how it’s going to go? You’re going to be one of those people? The one who kills their sou-”

“Do not finish that sentence.” There were too many things that could go wrong if Tenzo found out who it was that Kakashi had been so determined to find. The questions would be nothing compared to the judgement he would face if Tenzo told anyone else.

If others in Konoha found out that ‘Friend-killer Kakashi’ had a soulmate, one who was an enemy shinobi, he’d never be trusted again. It would be a lucky day if he was simply shunned like his father, or banished from the village.

There were days where he already felt like an outcast in his own village. He didn’t need to make it worse by actually becoming one.

“Look,” dropping his shoulders, he gave himself a moment to get his emotions back under control. Not that a moment would do much to help him, but the least he could do was not allow them to overwhelm him. “I didn’t come here for a fight. I don’t want to…” he gave his hand a wave as a substitute for the words he didn’t want to say. “I just needed…”

To make sure that you were alive.

Something good in my life.

You.

Stomping down on all of those thoughts, he desperately searched for something that he could say. An excuse for being there that would actually make sense, without giving away the mission that he was there to do.

“Hey…” seeing the other man take a step towards him, Kakashi forced himself not to move back. “Are you-” A hand reached out towards him, stopping half way between them when he flinched away. “Can I?”

Unsure of what the man was trying to ask him, Kakashi looked down at the hand now hovering between them. A hand that looked suspiciously like it was reaching towards his face.

For his mask.

“Oh…” Usually he’d wonder how the other man had known who he was when his face was covered, but the answer was obvious. He knew who he was facing for the same reason that Kakashi had known he was nearby. The world around them had gotten more colourful.

Just a tad bit brighter.

“Go ahead,” With permission given, he reached out and carefully started to remove the mask from Kakashi’s face, a wooden pillar suddenly shooting out of the ground between them and wrapping itself around his wrist. “Tenzo, stand down.”

“But, Senpai!” glaring back at his teammate, Kakashi watched as he examined the look on his face for a moment before sighing. “If he tries to hurt you-”

“I won’t,” the other man offered, a small smile on his face when Kakashi returned his attention to him. “I just want to see your face.” With a muttered protest, Tenzo removed the wooden pillar from the man’s arm and allowed him to continue. Once the mask was off, he lowered his hand and just stood there staring. “You look different.”

“We’re older.”

“That’s not what I mean,” taking a step closer, he brought his other hand up to cup Kakashi’s face. “You had a lot more fire in your eyes the last time I saw you.”

“A lot has happened.”

People died.

Life got hectic.

Whatever energy he had as a kid was gone. Wasted away on missions gone wrong and friendships lost.

“Bakashi, listen-” Holding up a hand, Kakashi narrowed his eyes. Of all the stupid shit to follow him to this age, he couldn’t believe…

If Obito wasn’t already dead, he might seriously consider murdering him.

“My name is Kakashi,” he clarified, cringing at the reminder that even in the heat of battle Obito would always call him by that stupid nickname. “Ka-ka-shi.”

“That’s...not what i remember your friend calling you.”

“Ya well,” turning his eyes away, he huffed. “That was a nickname he called me. It’s not for you to use.”

A stupid nickname. One that he had hated with every fiber of his being when he was a kid having to deal with Obito calling him it every day, and one he couldn’t believe he would ever miss.

“Alright,” peering back over at the other man, he felt a warmth blooming in his chest when he was met with a smile. “Kakashi. I’ll make sure to remember that name.”

“Thank you,” the hand against his face hadn’t moved at all the entire conversation, and Kakashi couldn’t help but turn his face into it. Bury his nose into callused rough skin, and enjoy the scent that he had never gotten the chance to enjoy before. “I need-”

He had to leave. There was still a mission to do, and Tenzo was waiting for him.

No matter how much he wanted to stand there and enjoy the other man’s scent. Familiarize himself with the man that he was supposed to be with against all odds, he couldn’t.

“I have to go.” His heart broke saying those words, but he knew it was true. Those who failed those missions were worthless to the village. He knew that better than most.

“Whatever is it, i’ll be here after,” his soulmate, he would call him that from now on. It was the title that he deserved, even if they were enemies. “I can meet you somewhere.”

He should say no,

He shouldn’t even be here in the first place, talking to a Stone shinobi. An enemy.

Yet here he was. Standing in front of Gai, hiding his face in his hand, wanting to be near him. No matter how much his mind screamed at him to turn around and leave, his heart won in the end.

For once, he let his emotions have this one.

“Where can I meet you?”

#Kakagai #Iwa Gai #Iwa Gai Au #Soulmate Au #Taryn's birthday celebration 2021 #Taryn's birthday fics

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hearteyes-for-killmonger · 4 years

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Part 19: Colleague

Co-workers don't typically try to knock down your front door or threaten to burn your house. Those are actions reserved for people with feelings attached. Erik has a lot of sexual partners, that's nothing new. It only makes sense that someone else would find themselves attached to him.

Leaning in closer to hear the conversation, you step forward but the "co-worker" sighs crossing the room.

"Fine. Have fun," she says listening silently before lowering the phone. If that was all they had to talk about, why had she been threatening him and his house? Why had he been avoiding her call? It doesn't make sense. Something about their relationship ain't right, and if she were actually a sub, why would Erik lie about something that stupid? He didn't hide his other subs. In fact, he'd proudly paraded them. So it wouldn't make sense now to lie about this one. She was definitely not in the count that he'd given you as far as his subs and he'd been thorough then.

Impossible. He can't be secretly in love with her. Can he? No, he'd have answered her call.. He'd have given her a key.. Maybe. Never really know with him. What if she knows about me.. Maybe he told her.

Her face is aggravatingly neutral and it seems she's done that on purpose.

"Where exactly do you work again," you test.

Without making eye contact she holds the cell phone out to you and turns on her heel to glide quickly back to the staircase, speeding down with you hot on her heels.

"HEY," you call grabbing her upper arm and she snatches away quickly before stepping into your personal space in a piercing threat, brown eyes locked on yours. You've seen eyes like that before.. on Erik. Knowing him, he'd definitely find a way to yell at you for getting your ass beat by a bitch you let in.

"...Who are you?"

"Oh girl," she scoffs with a shake of her head. "We ain't doing this tonight."

"The hell we ain't. You come barging in here like you pay the mortgage and then you can't talk about for what purpose? Does Erik own your mouth, is that why you can't speak? Why are all of y'all so damn troublesome," you frown. "I'm just trying to mind my business and I always end up in the middle of some bullshit."

Her eyes narrow briefly, her chest moving as she sighs, "..And why are you here?"

"I was invited unlike some people."

"Riiight." She rolls her eyes and heads toward the door with you behind her again, but this time you don't touch her.

"Yes? No? You're his sub right?"

"Fuck.. Me," she mumbles to the sky turning yet again, glare steady. She obviously thinks these are stupid questions. "We work together. What part of work are you not understanding?"

"How long have you two been working together," you ask knowing she hears the real question. Shaking her head, she turns back to the front door.

"What's your name?"

She turns again, her exasperation now painfully clear.

"Sis, I'm a give you a word of advice that I give to all of Erik's little pets. One.. Don't get too attached. Get your nut and go."

"But you threatened to burn down his house for ignoring you. Is that not too attached?"

"We are co-workers. He told you that. I told you that. One thing has nothing to do with the other. Two.. Don't keep digging for shit you ain't ready for or you might just find it."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"It means you'll go home if you're smart," she stares. "Doesn't look to me that you are though."

"Then maybe you need glasses because I can clearly see why he ignores you. You're a bitch."

Her eyes widen briefly as she's taken aback. Turning, she walks to her car and you've yet to get answers. She pulls away slowly into the night as you watch her car disappear leaving you alone with the house again. As irritating as it was having her there, it did take your mind away from the uneasy feeling that was building in your gut. Looking around at the black open space outside, you close the door and head back to the couch deciding to sleep there where you can hear.

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Disassembling the AS50 took less than three minutes so Erik had taken it upon himself to take a few of the weapons from the trailers as well as the ones in the clearing where the dead men laid in the brown hard dirt. After collecting them and binding them to make them easier to carry, his makeshift bandage needed to be changed. Also, he couldn't lug all of the bodies realistically although he wanted to clean up his mess. He sat carefully on a fold-up chair in the clearing, ripping material from the shirt of one of the men and tying up his leg again. Damn he really missed Rell. Rell was his right hand and he'd never had to worry about this shit when Rell was around. He'd do the killing and Rell would make it all go away as if it never happened. No one would know and Erik would go right back to his house and try to sleep or live a normal life. As normal as he could. Swift was his left hand. She had the information, the technology, and she was a platinum level scammer.. but Rell.. man, Rell was special. Rell was like a brother.

A drop fell onto the dirt and for a moment Erik wondered if it was starting to rain before he realized it had come from him. His eyes were wet and though he wasn't making any sound and his breathing was still normal.. he was somehow crying. He stared at the dirt as small round spots darkened, wet from his tears.

"What the fuck did I do," he whispered in the silence, surrounded by dead bodies with no life outside of the small animals and the brown spider creeping on his hand. The scenario ran through his mind again. The set-up. The near death experience. Pulling the trigger on Rell as he sputtered to verbally defend himself. He ain't deserve that. "Damn." He cursed himself inwardly for being a no-good, selfish, and non-compromising, murdering asshole. "What the fuck did I do." His hands began to shake and he threw down his gun bag before taking a deep breath and holding it as he mentally counted to ten while holding his nasal bridge. Then he released it slowly, inhaling again for another 10 seconds before releasing it. He had to get himself together and do it fairly quickly. Falling back on the breathing techniques he'd shown Y/N, he focused on the sound of his heartbeat and on keeping it calm and consistent. He couldn't afford to let his mental resolve weaken. Afterall, he couldn't go back in time and handle life differently, he had to build on what had already been done. Rell was dead. He'd murdered him. He'd murdered hundreds of people. He'd probably murder hundreds more before his own time came to be brutally murdered. It was inevitable, he couldn't escape his hellish history and he was resigned to a very short future. Rell would get his justice someday and until that day, he'd have to handle the mess... but not today.

Shoving off the spider that had made its way to his shoulder, he sniffed and wiped his eyes with the back of his hand. He'd learned enough from observing Rell to be adequate as a replacement. He couldn't drag all of the bodies through the woods, but he could manipulate the scene, arrange them and make it look like an amateur did it. Then again, these guys wouldn't have lost their lives to an amateur. Erik picked up his bag and looked around with a sigh before saying fuck it. The CIA wanted these mothafuckas dead anyway, he'd let them clean it up. That was one of the benefits of killing for a government agency. Not that he was still doing that (mainly because they like to act like they own a nigga).. but they'd cut him some slack.

Quickly he snapped pictures of the bodies and sent them to Swift, waiting for his money to hit and washing his hands of the situation. If it came down to it, Erik wouldn't deny his involvement he'd just have a slew of new people to kill until the issue was forgotten. Nothing he hadn't dealt with before.

Erik hobbled through the woods, bag in hand and weapon bundle on his back as he passed under branches and around rocks on the uncharted path. "Shit.. Shit.. fuck..," he hissed as he picked up his leg repeatedly to walk as long as it took to the car. He wanted to kiss the hunk of metal on arrival, but slung his weapon bundle into the trunk and folded himself gingerly inside the driver's seat with his bag in the passenger seat. He sighed starting the car. He had to get to get some shit to stitch himself up so he could stop bleeding and head to the airport before he was pulled over for driving a stolen vehicle. He'd drive as carefully as he could force himself to drive so not to arouse suspicion.

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Upon snorting awake on the couch, you look around briefly to see where you are. It's indeed the couch downstairs in Erik's home and it's a little drafty because of the A/C causing you to shiver and pull the blanket around you tightly. You need to charge your phone but the charger is upstairs.

It takes ten minutes for you to move, keeping the blanket wrapped around you as you ascend the graceful stairs to your room. In your bag is your charger along with laundry that needs to be washed from your trip. Getting it together, you decide to wash them in two separate loads before moving onto your bedsheets and pillow cases. It's while that's washing that you make yourself some tea. It's not Trader Joe's Red Refresh, but in the bare minimum it serves its purpose to wake you up.

After that, it only takes one more good look around for your lips to pout. It's actually a very clean living space considering Erik is a man, but there's still the basic maintenance like dust and baseboards. Your eyes go to the dust buildup on his game collection and console in particular. It's a bothersome eyesore and you saw his cleaning supplies so why not? He'd do it for you... possibly... maybe.

Anyway, you don't really mind. Cleaning is therapeutic and good for calming the mind. You decide to re-light his candle from last night while you're at it.

#house rules #erik killmonger x black reader #erik killmonger x reader #erik killmonger #black panther killmonger #killmonger #killmonger x reader #killmonger fic #killmonger fanfiction

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rixxy8173571m3w1p3 · 4 years

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Sweater Weather

I enjoy the headcanon of Doofus Rick having a variety of sweaters. And after looking at stock photos, I was inspired to write this fic. Hope you guys like it.

In this fic Ricks sweater causes some conflict.

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In the great vastness of space, one could learn the true meaning of loneliness. For miles upon miles, floating upon nothing, you could say it was like sailing across the sea. Yet, unlike the salt or crashing waves of the ocean, you two would navigate across star systems or avoid asteroid fields, while at the same time enjoy the peace which comes from being somewhere uncongested. However, as fascinating as it was to go on intergalactic, space adventures, one of the things you didn't enjoy was the extreme temperature changes; most of the time, you'd stay in the ship or stay home if a planet's climate was too cold for your taste, but on this occasion, Rick needed an extra pair of hands when you two stopped on Mars after spending most of the day at the Jerryboree.

After Zeta-7 had traded a few items of his own to obtain what he came for at a reduced price, you two ran as fast as you could back towards the ship, but by the time the ship was out of the Martian orbit, you were chilled to the bone. Rubbing your arms, you shivered. "I wonder if I'll ever get used to this."

Your breath came out like a cloud of smoke and the cold that had seemed mild at first had numbed your face and extremities. Rick turned up the heat, as well as turned on the seat warmers and offered you a freeze-dried Phytonian branch worm, but you passed on the offer. You knew it would have warned you up straight away, but the last time you tried one of those things, you had a stomach ache for three days. Concerned, he placed the ship on autopilot and did his best to search around in the back seat for anything you could use to warm up, but then as though it struck him on the head he groaned. "Darn it, I-I forgot that I removed the spare blanket to wash it."

"Where is it now?"

"I-I left it in the dryer."

You thought of telling him that it wasn't his fault he forgot it since you had distracted him this morning with a video about ninja cats, but it wouldn't have helped the situation. "Ricky," you tried to ease him with a weak smile but your teeth chattered. "it's not a big deal. Besides, we're not that far from home."

However, he wasn't convinced. You weren't as experienced when it came to space travel, but you knew well enough of the possible dangers associated with extreme body temperature shifts. The chill you had spread deep into your bones until you thought you'd rattle if shaken; a lick of fear traveling down your spine but otherwise you didn't feel too bad. Nonetheless, Rick was concerned for your well-being, and knowing you two were hundreds of thousands of miles away from your dimension's version of Earth, he made a decisive decision and started removing articles of his own clothing. "Whoa, what are you doing?"

With a blush, he handed you not only his knitted Jerry sweater but also his labcoat; leaving him in a thin t-shirt which had a snoopy patch on the right shoulder; how cute. "I hope it'll s-suffice until we get home."

"But what about you? What are you going to wear?"

Flashing you a stern look which left little room for argument, you slipped on his sweater and lab coat, and was delighted to feel a little more like yourself and relaxed by its scent; it was his essence; that of vanilla, of his home, and something you couldn't quite think of; chemicals perhaps. "Hmm, your clothes are a lot more comfortable than I expected them to be. How um…..how do I look?"

Turning down the lights and switching back to manual, he nodded. "It suits you m-mi corazón."

You admired its softness and passed your hand over the tight, twisted knit. It was a lovely shade of light sage green, and had a picture of a smiling Jerry holding a titanic ship model; you thought it was sweet that it was a picture of his friend. So many things this man-made or owned had a purpose or a story; this piece was most likely made to brighten up the day that the Jerrys in his care were having. Your Rick really was a good man; better yet because he saw the value in regular folk who probably didn't see it in themselves. "I like your clothes, Rick," you commented; your heart warmed by his goodness. "they seem to carry bits of you in them."

"Th-that could be said about any piece of clothing that's been worn. They carry bits of our DNA." he stated matter of factly.

"Eh….that's... I mean I get that, but that's not where I was going with this. I meant that they're soft and warm like you Ricky. You enjoy dressing comfortably, don't you? You own a variety of sweaters."

"Wh-who doesn't? I've sort of been dressing th-the same way for the last twenty or so years but when I met you, I had more opportunities to dress up. However, the older I get, the more often I'm in need of something a-a bit warmer and gentler on my skin. Actually, some of my clothes are locked to my particular genetic signature so that they'll or adjust according to the weather or climate. That way, I'll have less t-to carry on certain excursions."

"Incredible, that'll certainly come in handy, but can I ask you something?"

"Y-yes?"

"I know you're focused on driving," you started, wondering if your assumptions were correct. "but is there a reason why you haven't looked me in the eyes since we left Mars, or am I just thinking too much?"

He visibly stiffened, but he still didn't face you. Rick seemed troubled, for he tightened his grip on the wheel. Maybe this hadn't been the best time to ask, but what else could you have done? If you didn't ask, how else would you have known? Still, if you had waited, you would've noticed the red light blinking on the control panel sooner. It was a caution light, but you weren't so concerned, but you should've been.

Rick had opened his mouth to answer, with a faraway look in his eyes, but in the blink of an eye he made a sharp left turn around some space junk; jostling you two as well as the cargo. That was another thing you hated about space was Earth's contribution to its pollution. Unknowingly, you two had deviated from the usual course by a few miles, leading you two into a dangerous situation. Whether it was the fault of his navigation equipment or his lack of focus you didn't know, but it took a couple of minutes of evading space junk before you two could breathe a sigh of relief. And at the first opportunity, he switched the ship back to autopilot. "I'm s-sorry about that. I'm usually a better driver." he started, scratching the back of his neck as he glanced out the window in search of an answer in the emptiness of space. You couldn't see anything except for a few stars and the Earth straight ahead, but you had a feeling that where he was looking was somewhere you couldn't see. When he was ready, he turned around in his seat to glance at you, but then quickly turned back to face the steering wheel. How odd. "T-t-to answer your question," he stammered. "y-you're not thinking too much. I've just been distracted."

"Oh, okay."

"Are y-you alright? Nothing hurts does it?"

"I mean, other than feeling wide awake now, no harm was done I guess, but what happened? It isn't like you to let your mind wander while we're out here. Rick, would you like me to take over the wheel so you can straighten out your thoughts?"

"No, it's not - I can do it. I got this."

"Are you sure?"

"Mhm, as long as I-I focus on the wheel."

He hadn't really answered your original question, but since you guys nearly avoided death, it probably wasn't a good time.

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He parked the ship in his garage, and since it wasn't that late, you two walked over to your home. Rick hadn't said much since earlier, but you figured he'd let you know what was bothering him later. As soon as you crossed the threshold of your home, you started a pot of coffee for Rick to drink when it was ready. Then, you got a blanket from the closet and offered it to him just in case he was cold, but he didn't care for one. He was still in a mood, and you wondered if the reason you'd upset him was that you were still wearing his sweater. "You probably want this back right?"

Slipping out of his sweater and labcoat, you felt the temperature difference immediately and took up the blanket you had taken out and wrapped it around yourself. "Thanks for letting me borrow them. I'll be sure to pack something with me next time."

"I'm n-not sure if that's such a-a good idea." he said with seriousness.

"What do you mean?"

The lines around his eyes deepened, as well as the creases of his forehead, and there was a pensive cloudiness of his usually electric blues. Frustrated, he bit down on his lip almost hard enough to make it bleed. "B-because it's distracting."

"What?"

He continued. "I-I should've brought you home first or gotten the parts a different time."

"But I thought you wanted help." you sniffled.

"Y-you don't understand."

"What's there to understand?" you retorted; sinking into the couch as tears stung the back of your eyes, and threatened to come out. "You...you don't want me to help you anymore? I thought we were a team."

Your saddened state shifted his sour mood, and he apologized. "Gosh, please don't cry mi corazón, I-I didn't mean it."

"But you sai-"

"I'm not upset at you," he reassured you. "I'm disappointed in myself for allowing this to happen. I've become complacent and I-I should've been prepared. You could've gotten sick, hurt, or worse just because I got distracted. Next time I'll bring you your own sweater and snacks or whatever you want."

"Is it because you don't want me wearing yours? Did I ruin it or something?"

"No, it's because," he swallowed, unsure how to broach the subject. "cuando lo usas, es… es apretado."

What? You understood the part where he said you used it, but not the rest. Pulling out your phone from your pocket, you asked Google what all of that just meant, but the answer you got didn't help. "Rick, should I be offended?"

"I-I hope not. I promise it's not what you're thinking."

"Then what is it? I'm not getting any clear answers here."

"I um - I'm sorry if I offended you. It's not what I intended to do. I know what I'm about t-to tell you sounds silly since I had hoped I'd outgrow this, but I still feel shy around you."

This much you did know. He was overly conscious of himself, his actions, and how he might disappoint or be lacking, but most of all was hateful of his own inadequacies. Yet, for where he found fault, you found virtue and you would remind him of that, but in this case, you simply needed to listen. "That's okay, I already knew that."

"I don't feel like that all the time, but today I got embarrassed all of a sudden. I-I don't know what happened. Y-you were wearing my clothes and I saw your silhouette in the starlight and I got nervous."

Huh? That's what was bothering him?

"Why?"

"It um - it made me wonder what it'd be like if we lived together and…oh, it's embarrassing."

The hand which he had resting on the couch gripped the fabric tightly, and he was mortified because he had been distracted by you; which under normal circumstances he'd be able to remain calm. Covering his hand with yours, you gave him a squeeze."No, I would like to hear what you were thinking about very much."

Lacing his fingers with yours, you two sat there for a matter of minutes as he gathered his thoughts together. When he calmed a little, he confessed. "I thought about what it'd be like t-to wake up right next t-to you and not be alone anymore. I-I think about it a lot."

"Oh." That hadn't been what you expected. However, was it really so strange? He had intended to propose months ago, but ever since the moment had been spoiled he hadn't attempted to try again; if it had gone well, you two might've been married by now. Though, who was to say he didn't dream of it? Of what he'd always wanted, of a family or of the life in which he needed? Perhaps gentle encouragement wouldn't hurt.

"You know," you responded with a serious, but gentle candor. "you're not the only one who thinks about us living together. I'm very happy here and I love what we do together. And although we've had times where we respected one another's space, I don't mind if that changes. However, there are things that aren't so simple. For example, if I would've known that I could borrow your clothes whenever I liked I would've done so more often. Though, only if you hadn't been concerned about me getting accidentally poisoned by chemicals or radiation. Remember that time you literally fought with the laundry?"

"I do remember," he answered wistfully. "it's what prompted me t-to teach you how to use the freeze ray and laser gun correctly."

"I think the longer we're together, the more our lives will intertwine. Meaning, the more we move forward, the more training I'm going to need to fit into this lifestyle of ours. I think I'm going to need a portable scanner that'll allow me to check your clothes before I think of putting them on."

With serious, but tender eyes, he studied you. Then, he picked up his sweater which sat between you two and wondered. "Y-you want to wear my clothes? A great deal of them have seen better days. Are y-you sure?"

"Of course I'm sure," you brightened. "because I love the way your clothes smell. If you were away, it'd make me think of you and it...I don't know, makes us seem more domestic. Is that along the lines of what you were thinking?"

"Y-yeah."

"Cool. Glad to know we're on the same page."

Relieved, he pressed a kiss to your temple and seemed ready for that cup of coffee. And as you stood, ready to head to the kitchen to prepare it for him, you mentioned. "And by the way, I gotta tell you something important."

"Gee, what is that?"

Striking a pose, you made him chuckle; that was a good sign. "That it's totally cool to be into me and check me out. I don't mind, and it makes me happy that I know what it takes to catch your eye. However, there's an exception: when we're driving around in space, where anything could kill us, we gotta keep our eyes on the space around us unless on autopilot. Only then," you winked. "might it be okay to be a little distracted."

Fin

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A short instruction!

Please, watch the video to get a full grasp of what V would be doing later on in the story.

Thank you so much and enjoy the latest chapter!

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*Chinese Black Tea*

Directions

1. Preparation

Before making a cup of black tea, you're supposed to get a clean tea set ( such as a teapot, fair cup, and cups ), tea, and a kettle of boiling water prepared.

2. Measuring Out the Tea Into the Cup / Teapot

Measure out the desired amount of black tea leaves ( 3 to 5 grams for 150 to 250 ml of tea ) and put them in the cup or teapot.

3. Boiling Water and Pouring It Into the Cup / Teapot

Boil the water and pour it into the cup. If a teapot is used, you're advised to fill 80% of the teapot with water ( to avoid spillage when pouring ).

4. Observing the Color and Smelling the Fragrance

Steep the tea leaves for 2 to 3 minutes. Then you're highly advised to observe the red infusion and smell its fruity fragrance.

5. Enjoy It

As the tea cools down, you can fully enjoy its delicious taste.

*Chinese Walnut Cookies ( 核桃酥 )*

Prep Time - 55 minutes

Calories - 590

Servings - 4

Ingredients

120 grams unsalted butter ( 1 stick / 8 tablespoons, softened at room temperature )

1/4 cup granulated sugar

1/4 cup brown sugar

1 large egg ( beaten )

1 1/2 cups all - purpose flour

1 teaspoon baking powder

1/2 teaspoon baking soda

1 pinch salt

1/2 cup walnuts ( shelled, broken to small pieces )

Directions

Add butter, granulated sugar and brown sugar into a large bowl. Mix with a hand mixer on low until smooth.

Add 2 tablespoons of egg. Keep mixing until fully and combined.

Add flour, baking powder, baking soda, and salt. Mix until it just forms a dough. Do not over mix. It is okay if there is a bit of dry flour left in the bowl.

Change to a spatula. Add walnuts and add them into the dough.

Preheat the oven to 180 degrees C ( 350 F ).

Line a cookie sheet with parchment paper or prepare a nonstick cookie sheet. Scoop about 1 and 1/2 tablespoons cookie dough and transfer it to the cookie sheet, 1 scoop apart from each other. You can also use smaller cookies by using 1 tablespoon dough per cookie.

Once the dough is divided, flatten the dough into a round disk, about 6 - cm ( 1/3 - inch ) in thickness.

Mix the remaining egg with 1 teaspoon water to make the egg wash. Right before baking, brush a thin layer of egg wash on the top of each cookies.

Bake for 31 to 35 minutes, or until the cookies are cooked through.

Remove the cookies from the oven and place them onto a cooling rack for 5 minutes. Then transfer the cookies onto the rack until completed cooled down.

You can store them in an airtight container for up to 3 days.

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"You said, please, say yes." You excitedly informed him. "And I said, yes! I'm going to the New Year's Ball with you, V!"

It took the poet a full minute before he finally realized what you were talking about. And when he finally realized what your words truly meant, his eyes slowly widened and his mouth fell open in shock. He grabbed his messy hair with both hands and spoke, "That - that's your answer, right? You'll go to the Ball with me?"

"Hahaha! Of course, you silly poet!" You laughed as you threw yourself at him, hugging him and placing a tender kiss on his cheek. Oh, how sweet you smelled. What a nice morning, indeed! "See ya!"

And before V could even reciprocate with a kiss of his own, you took your hands off him, waved, and went back to your house.

"Wow, I can't believe it! She said, yes!" Nico, who was standing for more than a few minutes just outside the house and witnessed everything, said. "Ya know what this means, V!"

"And what does that mean?" V, who was startled and embarrassed when he realized that Nico saw you kissing him, asked, his eyes landing dangerously on hers.

With a huge smile on her face, she went towards the poet, flailing her arms like crazy and sending most of her groceries flying in the chilly winter air just like that day when she found out that Avery commissioned him to drive the restless spirit out of her mansion. V took a few steps back but, he was not able to escape when he has come face to face with the crazed Artisan, herself.

"Dance!" Nico screeched, sending V's ears into oblivion. "Ya must learn how to dance! Just like,... "

And V, who knew exactly what she was talking about, gulped nervously and spoke, "Just like,... ?"

This made the woman's eyes glow with an unexplainable kind of energy. "Oh, ya know! ELVIS PRESLEY!"

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❄ Three Wishes ❄

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"So, what do ya think, man?" Nico asked V when the video ended. "Ye can handle it, right?"

"Can you do that, V?" Griffon, who was flying just above the poet's head, chimed in.

"Master, can you move like that?" Shadow, whose large paws were on top of the table where Nico's cellphone was, added.

And V, who just saw, in full, excruciating detail, how Elvis Presley moved and wooed the female audiences who went wild for him, drew back and placed a hand on his forehead. "I,... excuse me. Before I,... completely,... lose myself,... !"

"It's too much for Shakespeare!" Griffon, who helplessly watched as Shadow went after V towards the bathroom, exclaimed. "Why does he have to learn how to gyrate and grind like Elvis Presley, anyway?"

Nico hummed, drumming her chin with her fingertips. "I have caught some news that (Y/N)'s stupid ex is attending the Ball."

"Ah! The douchebag ex!" Griffon added, trying his very best to ignore the pitiful sounds of V throwing up in the bathroom.

"Yeah, him." Nico confirmed. "And I bet ya he'll do anythin' he can to shame V in front of many people after what happened in the shopping district, now that (Y/N) has agreed to be Poetry Boy's date."

"Ah! What do we do?! We can't let Shakespeare eat someone else's dust!"

"That's why I'm pushin' him to learn Elvis! I'm a hundred percent sure he'll be a hit with the ladies, and Fleminger, being a huge Elvis fanboy, will surely like him. But, now, that seems impossible." Nico cringed, her nose wrinkling at the disgusting sounds she's hearing from the bathroom. It sounded as if V was emptying his breakfast of eggs, ham, bacon, and fried rice from his stomach in multiple sessions of puke, and she’s starting to pity him. "I mean, how virgin is that man, anyway?"

"Virgin enough!" Griffon snapped to cover up the truth that V have zero experience when it came to relationships and intimacy. "Anyways, look for somethin' less sexual than Elvis! Anythin'!"

"Alright! How about,..."

About thirty minutes later, V came out from the bathroom looking more peaked and weaker than ever before, like he hasn't eaten for a whole day. Despite that, he seemed determined to finally learn the ways of the King Of Rock.

"I'm ready." His voice, despite sounding weak, was laced with utter determination. "If (Y/N) enjoys such move, then I would gladly learn Elvis Presley for her. Anything for my sweet, little - "

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Ladies and gentlemen, we've got a special treat for tonight!

I'm gonna call my friend Olly up here to sing to you ladies!

Olly!

Yeah!

Let's go, man!

Okay!

"Hey, man! Ye're just in time. Come here!" Nico called from the living room as some lively kind of music begun blasting from the speakers. The woman was also able to connect her phone to the television via a strange device ( V has learned not to question her regarding things like this and just allowed her to do her stuff ), and a few moments later, he found himself staring at the two dancers in the screen, completely mesmerized of their swift and exact, yet fun and engaging, movements.

My name is Olly, nice to meet you can I tell you, baby.

Look around there's a whole lot of pretty ladies.

But not like you, you shine so bright, yeah!

I was wondering if you and me could spend a minute.

On the floor up and close getting lost in it.

I won't give up without a fight.

V's eyes widened. The couple looked like they were really enjoying the dance! The movements looked snappy and hip, and the fast routine engulfed him whole in an instant! He even felt his toes and his fingers drumming to the beat of the pleasant sound!

He was interested! And this made Nico and Griffon nod in approval. Finally! A dance that was best suited for V, the mysterious one!

I just wanna, oh baby!

I just want you to dance with me tonight!

So come on, oh baby!

I just want you to dance with me tonight!

"What is this wonderful dance?" V asked as the routine ended.

"It's called Jive, V." Nico answered. "So, what do ya say? Wanna learn it?"

"Yes, please!" V answered with glee as he faced the woman. "But, (Y/N). Does she know how to do this?"

"She does! Actually, I think I've seen her dance that with Roman during his wedding party. You know, the day you wore that little lace garter on her thigh?"

Of course! How could he forget? His fingers gliding against your smooth skin as he slipped the little garter to your foot and wore it up to your thigh. And your shy, little smile and blushing cheeks as you looked into his eyes.

That lovely woman he thought he'd never see again,...

How could he forget?

And now that you have agreed to be his date, he will do anything to make that evening special for the both of you.

He will see this night through, even if it meant he has to learn some moves that could be considered out of his comfort zone.

He will do it for his sweet, little, beloved lady. He will do it for you.

And so, for the rest of the whole afternoon, V did nothing but watch Jive tutorials on the internet to learn the dance. With Nico and his familiars' help, he was able to learn it in only three hours. At least the basic parts of the dance, that is. With a few more hours of learning and practice, V was confident that he could master it in time for the New Year's Ball. He knew he will succeed and his hard work would pay off.

"I,... never really expected that I could learn something like this." The poet confessed as they enjoyed the snacks that Nico prepared for them - some Chinese walnut cookies paired with black Chinese tea ( she said it's for V's vitality, or something ). "It's true what they say: when there's a will, there's a way."

"Exactly!" Nico answered as she relaxed on the sofa, her legs crossed, and her fingers idly playing with the remote as she held the teacup with her other hand. "And with a few more practices, I'm sure ye'll snag the title of King! And (Y/N) will be the Queen!"

"I never wanted to earn that title." V confessed, taking a sip of the oriental style beverage.

"Why not?" Nico, whose eyebrows furrowed at what V just said, asked.

"Her happiness is enough for me. And her smile," V said, his own smile never leaving his gentle features. " ... is more than enough. Her happiness,... means everything to me."

To this, Nico smiled and shrugged her shoulders. "Of course. And I'm sure if it's you, she will smile. She will be happy."

"Are you certain?"

"Yeah. Wanna bet on it?"

V chuckled. "There's,... no need for that."

"Well, that's - "

Nico was interrupted when a portal suddenly appeared right before them. It was like - !

"HOLY SHEEP! WHAT'S THAT?!" Nico yelled, frightening both Griffon and Shadow, who were minding their own business in one corner of the room.

V, on the other hand, was not surprised. With a knowing smile, he stood and made his way towards the portal, waiting for,... something,... to come out of it.

And when someone finally did come out, Nico, Griffon, and Shadow could not help but be frightened.

"Just in time," V greeted the man who came out of the portal with a slight tilt of his head and a smirk. " ... as always."

"I'm,.... never late." The man with white, spiky hair and cold eyes answered.

"Y - y - you're," Nico stuttered as she pointed at the visitor. She was still scrambling on the floor with V's poor familiars. " ... Dante's twin brother!"

The eyebrows of Dante's twin brother shot up to his hairline at the way Nico addressed him. He sheathed his sword and decided to just let this blunder of hers slip through.

"Vergil." V greeted as he offered his hand.

"You still go by that one letter name of yours?" Vergil, whose presence alone was too much compared to the powers of V and his familiars combined, asked as he shook V's hand.

"Yes, and I prefer it to remain that way." V answered as he went back to his chair and gestured for his brother to sit opposite him. "You being here, I assume you've brought it."

"I'm not Dante." Vergil snapped, his eyes landing on Nico and making her even more terrified. "I always fulfill my duties."

"W - w - what's he sayin', V?" Griffon whispered as he grasped his master's shoulders in fear of the man.

"Master, he might hurt you!" Shadow added as she huddled close to V in fright.

And Vergil heard this. "What hospitality you bestow upon your guests!"

"Forgive them. They are simply," V apologized, and with one swift move of his hand, the two familiars went back to him in an instant. " ... awed,... by your presence."

"Intimidated,... is what you wanted to say." Vergil retorted.

"You know me too well."

“That is a vast understatement."

There was a momentary silence between the men, and a few seconds later, Vergil finally showed V the thing he was holding onto. It was an old and extremely heavy - looking ornate box that seemed to contain something very important. The half Devil placed it on top of the table and effortlessly slid it towards V. The poet carefully opened it under the eyes of the curious Nico, who stood behind him, and soon, their eyes were met not with some kind of treasure but of something that seemed much more valuable.

"Father wore that when he confessed his feelings of love to mother." Vergil explained as V took the old outfit out of the box to examine it. "And that trinket," V noticed the necklace at the bottom of the box and picked it up. " ... was his wedding gift to her."

"Wow!" Nico gasped in awe as V allowed her to touch the golden necklace with the most beautiful sapphire gem on it. "This looks really expensive."

"It is not only expensive. It is more valuable than you think." Vergil answered as he leaned against the table with one elbow and propped his temple against his fist. "You could even say it is more valuable than any mortal's life."

"I did not ask for this." V spoke with utmost sincerity. He only asked for Vergil's help with the vintage outfit. He never expected his brother to do more than just that. He was practically giving away their mother's most prized possession!

"And I did not ask for anyone’s permission or opinion to bring that." Vergil answered truthfully. "You are going to that Ball with the person you loved. If you have no intention, whatsoever, of letting her go, then you better do everything you can in your power to make her yours. Do as father did, and make him proud." And with a slight glance at the plate of Chinese walnut cookies on the table next to him, he added, "And that girl (Y/N) deserved that trinket more than Dante. He will only sell it to pay his mountain of debt, if I may say so."

"How could I ever repay you for this?" V asked as he put the trinket and the outfit back to the ornate box. "I,... don't earn much. At least, not enough to pay for something like this."

"You don't have to." Vergil answered as he stood and made his way to the center of the living room where he first materialized. "I've made myself clear. Make that girl yours and carry on a proper Sparda bloodline. If anyone should do it, then it's you. I can't trust Dante with it, after all."

"What about you, Vergil?" Nico, whose fear of the tall man in blue finally dissipated, asked, her curiosity getting the better of her. "Aren't you going to the Ball? You received an invite, right?"

"How did you know about that?" Vergil unsheathed his sword and pointed it at the ground, his eyes narrowed at the woman.

"Dante is a chatterbox, ya know what I'm sayin'?"

Vergil's eyes narrowed even more. "What else did he tell you?"

"Yer date dumped ya."

"Well," Vergil turned away from them, raised his sword high up in the air that it almost reached the ceiling, and made a portal that was similar to the one he made earlier to get to V's house. " ... if he really is that interested in that Ball, then I should go directly to him right now and shove those invites down his throat. Maybe then, he would learn that it is foolish to dive his nose on other people's businesses."

"I'm grateful for your help, Vergil." V simply said. "I truly am."

"It was nothing." Vergil answered but, before he could step into the portal, he turned around once more and strode towards the table, making it there in only a few steps due to his long legs. "Can I, ah, have one of those?"

It took V a few seconds to realize that Vergil was actually asking for some cookies, and when he nodded, the intimidating Devil Hunter, who lived a far more decent life than his own twin by slaying Demons and earning more money than him, gingerly took one treat, a noticeable blush creeping up his pale face, and turned around unceremoniously.

And without another word, he stepped towards the portal he made and finally left. But, not before V and Nico hearing the audible crunch of the cookie that Vergil just ate away from their prying eyes first.

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"Ya sure ye wanna watch that Elvis vid?" Nico asked as she stepped out of V's house into the cold weather outside. "I thought ya don't want it."

"I'm pretty sure." V said with a grin. "One song there actually,... lured me in."

"Ah, that song!" Nico thoughtfully said. "Yeah, that was nice. Well, be seein' ya! And don't forget to call if ya need help!"

"I sure will."

"Bye!"

Not a moment has passed after V closed the door to his house when Nico noticed your former lover coming out of your house, looking down and rejected.

And he noticed her, as well.

"What are you looking at?!" Christopher growled at her, making her draw back cautiously. He seemed really mad, and with the bouquet and the box of chocolates in his hands, it only meant one thing: that he tried to win (Y/N) once more but she rejected him. And this made Nico smile from ear to ear.

"Whoa, I'm not even starin' at ya, no!" Nico's sarcastic answer only infuriated Christopher even more.

"You, STUPID BITCH - !"

"AH, AH, AH! Don't try it." Nico warned with a smile, then, she pointed at V's house behind her with her thumb. "Remember that Red Grave Muckspout? The fat bird that tried to kill ya? It lives there now! Ya don't want it to hear ya, or else,..."

"Or else, what?"

Nico placed her hand on her hip and playfully waved at Christopher with the other. "Or else it's bye bye eyeballs for ya!" And with it, she trotted away, humming her favorite song on the way to her ugly white van with a neon sign in it that says, Devil May Cry.

Nico's actions made Christopher look at the house, and there, on that window, he saw the man called V examining a set of vintage clothing that looked far more exquisite than his.

Wait, vintage clothing?

"Hey, V!" Christopher heard a shrill male voice coming from the house. V was not alone. "Ya think (Y/N) would like that necklace?"

"One could only hope." V answered as he took out an extremely expensive - looking jewelry from an ornate box on the table where the vintage clothing also came from. "But, for now, I want to practice more,… dances,… for the Ball."

"Don't overwork yerself, Shakespeare!"

"So! You're the one who took my (Y/N) away from me!" His teeth gritting in suppressed anger, Christopher threw the bouquet and the box of chocolates away and took out his cellphone from his pocket. Dialing a particular number, he waited until someone answered his call. And with fury - filled eyes for the man who was the cause of his embarrassment in front of you and your grandmother, he spoke, "I have a job for you,..."

You will pay for this, you, bastard!

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After the Fire Dies

Smoke hung thick in the air, though it didn't pose much threat. The smoke in hell was thicker and stunk of more than charred wheat fields and betrayal. Still, if Blue asked, she would have blamed the plumes for the tears in her eyes. Anything to avoid the truth, right? The reason her lord picked her for the task. Ursula dodged the truth and walked the thin line of the little white lie like a tightrope acrobat. Misdirection worthy of applause like a handstand split. Half-truths were her ring of fire; they were captivating, dazzling despite the certainty of destruction. She played the crowd better than anyone, Blue could attest to that. The heat from the fire as it licked at her back during the battle was nothing compared to the searing cold of his glare.

He sat across from her, sand colored complexion smudged with soot, dirt, and streaks of blood. The same combination turned his short, dark curls a dusty gray. Nothing dulled his sharp, gray-green eyes as they cut through every layer and lie she'd ever built between them.

"Was any of it real?"

Of course, that was the question he killed the silence between them. And he did kill it. Each word that slipped from his full lips carried enough muted fury to fill the entirety of their three-year friendship.

How could she answer?

It would have been easy to tell him no. To sit and ramble off a dramatic monologue about her evil scheming and his role as a pawn. She could weave an entire web of reasons for him to hate her more, against her own desires. Better than telling the truth.

"Nothing to say, then?" he snapped, "Maybe the question was too hard. Let's try this: Why did you bring me here?"

The little stone cottage on the outskirts of their battlefield had long since been abandoned before their clash came to fruition. A handful of wooden structures dotted the wheat field, but wood didn't make a safe shelter during a demonic wildfire. Which left the tiny, stone building as the only cover while the flames raged outside. Ursula believed it to be logical reasoning at the time, considering the sizable wound in her side. And she could have volleyed that reasoning across the room to him and see if he'd accept that instead of the less logical reason he searched for. A quick glance into his grimacing face and she knew better than to offer a distraction. But that, once again, left her with nothing but the truth burning in her throat, hurting more than the smoking hole under her arm. The worst part... she wanted to tell him everything. All of it threatened to spill out of her like the black blood oozing down her hip. But Ursula learned a long time ago. Sometimes the truth is harder to believe than a lie. Her silence stretched between them and Blue stirred, shifting his weight from one side to the other, wincing when he twisted the broken leg stretched out in front of him. The pain mixed with his anger and his thick brow furrowed as he clenched his jaw.

"You should have left me there," he hissed through grit teeth, "I'd rather face the fire than look at you."

"You would have died."

"Oh, so you can speak?" There was no avoiding him anymore, not his frown, nor the sweat beading on his forehead, nor the blood on his cheek. It wasn't his, she'd made sure of that. "Since my first two questions were impossible for you to lie your way through, I have one more. Why didn't you kill me?"

"I couldn't."

"You... you couldn't?" Brows raised, he tilted his head. "Why not? You didn't seem to have any trouble with my brothers. My uncle. My little cousin-"

"I didn't-"

"You didn't what?" Blue shouted, his fingers went white as his hands rolled into tight fists. "I swear to God if you say you didn't kill them, I will limp over there and strangle you where you sit."

"I didn't lay a hand on any of your people!"

"No! You're right. All you did was lead us into a massacre with no warning."

When the first tear fell, the second followed quickly. She hadn't blinked, but they fell anyway. One after the other. Until the tops of her legs were soaked through the heavy, black jean material.

"Don't you dare cry," Blue spat, his own eyes welling with tears, "You don't have the right. You can't cry for them. That's my responsibility, since you were so merciful as to save my life."

"I didn't want-"

He held up his hand, silencing her as he closed his eyes and turned away. "Stop. I thought I wanted to know why you did this, but I can't stand to hear your voice right now."

That was fair. At least, she knew she was supposed to think so. That would have been the acceptable reaction for her to have. It was fair he was angry with her. Beyond angry. Well into furious. It was fair he hated her for what happened to his family, his hunter clan. That was her mission. These were the casualties and consequences of her obedience. Except, they were also her friends. And none of it felt fair. Biting her bottom lip, Ursula winced as she shifted and attempted to apply pressure over her wound. Too large a space for her to cover it all, if she could slow the bleeding, she might heal enough to get them both out of the cottage and away from one another.

"I hope it hurts." He said it without looking her way. "I hope it hurts you for the rest of your life."

Bitterness painted her thoughts in dreary shades. It would. Even with the pressure, her tarry blood ran steadily from her ribs. The fact she got them both to the cottage without collapsing was a miracle. Without a proper bandage and some stitches at the very least, she would lose the body and return to hell. Where her real judgment awaited. Defeated, she chuckled silently at the thought of her lord staring down at her. Sentencing her to yet another death. More gruesome and final than the one she was experiencing. Physically, anyway. Emotionally, Blue was doing a fantastic job of making her suffer.

"You think this is funny." His gaze trained back on her, the same ire burned in his eyes. "You came into my life with the sole purpose ending me. And you have the audacity to laugh now."

"I'm not laughing at the end of your life." Her tired eyes met his before slowly dragging over towards the window. The harsh glow outside eased as the hellfire ebbed. "I'm laughing at the end of mine."

"What?"

Ursula lifted her arm and exposed the damage in all its severity. As Blue studied the injury, Ursula's vision wavered. That had to be the reason his expression seemed to shift and soften. Her human form was delirious from blood loss. There was no way in hell he'd care if she died. Shaking her head, she lowered her arm and massaged her temples before letting her arms drop to her sides.

"I was laughing because... you'll get your wish. Like I got mine."

"To destroy my clan?" he asked, voice tight with something more than fury and close to heartbreak.

"To keep you safe," she confessed. The swimming feeling in her head made the truth easier to speak without fear he'd rebuke it and her. Demons, apparently, weren't impervious to the morose and liberating effects of death. "What are you talking about?"

"During the fight, did you ever pause and wonder why you hadn't got hit once, until after they blasted me?" she snorted and let her head fall back against the cool stone. "Just think for a second."

"I don't-"

"Or maybe think back to before we got to the field tonight," she started and was interrupted by a coughing fit. When she finally drew air again, she continued through the burn gnawing at her ribs. "H-how many t-times... did I beg y-you to s-stop the car? Turn around? Go h-home?"

When he spoke, his voice was small. He looked small. The room shrunk around him. "I thought you were scared."

"I was."

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Drunk Confessions

This is an entry from my eldest for my writing Bingo.

Drunk Confession - Vincent (OC) and Peter / Line without a hook

It was their final year at Hogwarts and with it being their final year then obviously the boys would go full on out for a Halloween party. There hadn't been a lot of them, no, but there was music, food, great costumes and a little drinking. The group to meet up at the Shrieking Shack on this Hallows Eve happened to be the marauders - consisting of James Potter, Sirius Black, Peter Pettigrew and Remus Lupin- followed by one Lily Evans and a Vincent Daae. The moon was bright in the sky yet not full, to the relief of Remus, as they began to meet up at about seven in the evening. The first to be there, early of course, were Sirius and Remus who'd been decorating the place to give it more of a spooky atmosphere. Not that it needed to be changed much for that effect. The next two had been James and Peter, the smaller male being the records they'd kept in their dorm room as requested whilst the boy with glasses had managed to sneak a couple bottles of firewisky over to let everyone get a little looser that night. Finally though, coming a few minutes later than planned due to some finishing touches on their costumes, where the Gryffindor girl and Slytherin boy.

Each person's costume seemed to match with another's, two pairs purposely whilst the final one being a coincidence. First happened to be Lily and James who finally managed to hook up that year. Hook up being she'd gone on a few dates with him but their relationship had not been official yet. The two had agreed before that they would go as the famous couple from grease, Sandy and Danny, with Lily going for more of the character's early movie style rather than her outfit at the end. James, however, had 'borrowed' one of Sirius' leather jackets to use for the costume and had actually bothered to comb his hair back to make it less of the casual mess it usually was. The second duo happened to be Sirius and Remus as Han and Leia. The original suggestion from Sirius had been for Han and Chewy but Remus refused, resulting in Sirius handing over his costume idea to the boy whilst he borrowed a white dress from Marlene. His hair, he was impressed with, having managed to put it up similarly but not exact to how it had been. When Remus first saw him in the costume, he'd tried not to laugh, but in all honesty he'd admitted it did look good in him.

The final pairing happened to be Peter and Vincent who'd accidentally ended up as Morticia and Gomez Addams. Vincent's dress hadn't been taken from anyone without their permission unlike with the clothes Sirius and James had, but rather sent over to him by his mother from his cousin when hearing about his plan. He felt relieved it had been the long black sleeved dress instead of the other one. Peter had been given the suggestion for the outfit off Remus when he confessed that he'd just show up dressed in his normal clothes. Come to the awkward moment when the third wheels of the two relationships see each other, not knowing whether the others had somehow planned things out to go this way or if it had merely been a coincidence.

Moving on into the evening now, Queen had been playing as the drinking had more than begun. Sirius and James had been some of the most heavy drinkers that evening, only beaten out by Vincent to most of their surprise. To people like Sirius and James he'd seemed like one of those more quiet and responsible kids who'd be prefect or head boy, but to Lily this hadn't been a shock since she'd known the guy better than the rest of the boy's. The one's to drink the least were then Remus and Lily, with Peter holding the record for least intoxicated after having a shot offered to him by James and not liking the taste, thus refusing to continue with the drinking.

As it grew even later it appeared as if James and Lily had already begun to head back to the castle to call it a night whilst Remus and Sirius stayed close to each other, having a slow dance to a few more songs. Peter found his leaning against the wall and watching the two, smiling a bit at how well they went together but also finding his eyes occasionally wandering to the only non-Gryffindor to have shown up. He'd wanted to talk to him all evening yet hadn't found the chance to due to the music being blast, James interrupting him on many occasions and the small fact that over the past week he'd been getting the silent treatment from the boy. He'd not even been sure why the Slytherin had avoided him, feeling as if it might have not been his fault but more of James and Sirius' reputation with pranks, especially more harsher ones towards the other boy's house. Hell, James had previously planned a prank to do on the boy that evening but stayed off it when he'd started hitting things off with Lily better than ever. With one of his small looks over to Vincent, however, he'd noticed he'd started to move out of the room with one of the bottles that neither of them had managed to finish. The smaller boy couldn't help but follow, curious and still hoping he could finally talk with him.

When looking around the old and abandoned house, He found the other boy sitting on the windowsill of one of the upstairs rooms, the bottle being a bit more empty as it stood on the windowsill too. When hearing the creak of the floorboards in the doorway, Vincent had looked over to find Peter standing there and stayed silent for a moment as he just stared at him. "Hey Vince… Um… I wanted to talk…" The Gryffindor was the first to speak between the two as he moved into the room a bit more, scratching the back of his head.

Vincent ended up moving from the sill as he left the bottle on the side, still keeping his eyes on Peter as he listened to the silence break. His next few words seemed to come out of nowhere as the taller of the two traced the others face with a finger before lifting his chin up to look at his face. "I don't really give a damn about the way you touch me when we're alone…" The words actually sounded as if they were meant but it had just appeared from nothing as the blonde had lost whatever words he was going to use on the other boy. He'd not expect to hear this, especially after a week of hearing nothing. Moving his hand from his chin however, Vincent began to take Peter's hand and grip it just a bit. It wasn't too tight, more soft but still with the intent of not wanting to let go. "You can hold my hand if no one's home…"

The Slytherin looked from the other's face down towards their hands as he hesitated for a moment before letting out a brief question "Do you like it when I'm away?" Peter assumed that this was in regards to their lack of conversation and tried to get his words out, being a hard no in reply as he'd found the other's presents to be quite pleasant, not that he'd tell the others that. However he'd still been somewhat flustered with the previous statements and actions towards him making his reaction appare a bit more delayed. This resulted in another question shot towards him as Vincent let go of his hand and put a bit of space between the two of them as he quietly mumbled "If I went and hurt my body, baby, would you love me the same?"

This was even more jarring then the first few statements, making a blush finally form onto the Gryffindors face as he began to feel his own hand, finding it hard to believe the situation he'd now found himself in. He felt concerned about how the other was acting at this moment, wondering how he could help before then hearing "I can feel all my bones coming back and… I'm… craving motion…" With this, Pete looked from his own hands to the face of the taller boy which now also hosted a Crimson shade rather than the usual pale completion that's found on the boy's face, a lip bite also in process.

The blonde wanted to get to the bottom of whatever this appeared to be and knew he'd actually needed to start asking questions instead of submitting to the raven haired boy. "Is everything okay at home?" Happened to be the first thing he could think of digging into since he'd known his homelife to be a little… Complicated. His father had abandoned them when he'd been younger and he'd had to live with just him and his mother, somewhat relatable to the Gryffindor, with the only difference really being that for Vincent he had his older cousin who happened to be a squib that would visit often to help out. He'd doubt there would be problems now he thought of it more but he needed to just check in case of anything that might be an issue. "Momma never really learned how to live by herself…" was given as a quiet reply with a nervous chuckle and a slight shrug proceeding that. It had been followed by a somewhat mouthed 'not like it matters' meaning he'd definitely been trying to move down the wrong rabbit hole at this moment.

He got more of an answer though when following this was "It's a curse… And it's growing…" Ah, so this was more of a magical problem. He'd been hex or something then? Peter felt this might have James' written all over it before then getting the slightly muffled of "You're a pond and I'm an Ocean…" which brought a bit of confusion to him. When thinking about it a bit more, the curse bit could have been more metaphorical then literally, but that still didn't really give the blonde much of a hint to the issue with the raven haired boy.

"All my emotions… Feel like… explosion," Vincent could notice the Gryffindor struggling to understand him and he continued to try getting his feelings across as best as he could. He usually had a way with words but being as intoxicated as he was, it was hard to think of what to say. The first things that came to his mind appeared to be what he was saying. "When you are around… And… I've found a way to kill the sound?"

Peter watched the taller male stumble over his words as he tried to put things together, coming to sort of a conclusion which kept him heating up at the thought he might actually be right with it. He couldn't actually be saying he liked him in that way though… Right. He'd just refused to talk to him for a whole week after all so why would he? In an attempt to convince himself otherwise, Pete began to make excuses to the Slytherin. "Vincent, you're a bit drunk… More than a bit. I don't think you know what you're saying," was the first excuse he gave to which he got a head shake back, not to the drunk part but the not knowing what he was saying.

"Then maybe… Of course, Padfoot or Prongs must have laced your drink with Amortentia!" appeared to be the next one he gave to get a verbal response of "I said no…" from Vince.

"Well you wouldn't realise if you drank it beca---"

"I said no…"

Before Pete could even get another word out about this theory, Vincent put a finger over his lips and sighed as he looked the other boy in the eyes. "Listen close… It's a no…" The raven haired hair mumbled once again before making sure the Gryffindor wasn't going to say another word about it to which he moved his finger, thinking once again on how to explain. He should have probably moved away from the poeting replies he was trying but the boy occasionally had a flare for the dramatic. "The wind is a pounding on my back, and I've found hope in a heart attack…"

With this, the mood of his words appeared to shift as if in a small moment he'd realised something. He'd realised something about how even I'd he got his message across then there wouldn't even be a point due to the other's disbelief. It was at this time there was a scruple in the boy's confession as he looked away from the Gryffindor. "Oh, at last… It has passed…" He shook his head just slightly, moving towards the windowsill once again with a pause when he reached it, turning back for a moment as he didn't look at Peter then he clutched one of his hands over where his heart was. "No I've got it… And you can't have it…"

Of course Pete would notice the change in his story and realised that he wouldn't really learn the source of the problem proceeding like he was. He couldn't just deny this guy, or rather he could but he didn't want to. There was a mixture of him for different reasons he didn't want to and so, to hopefully get back to the track and confession he was looking for, the gryffindor asked another question. "Why now…? Of all times to tell me this, why is it now?" It was one of the main things he wanted to know anyway, curious to why after a week of silence this would come out. Curious to why the week of silence still too.

"Darling…" When the word came out, Vincent hesitated for a moment on whether or not he'd should have used it before deciding he couldn't go back. It had escaped already so there was no point in holding back. "When I'm fast asleep, I see this person watching me… Saying…" The words grew slowly as he began to turn away again, his glacé heading towards one of his arms as he rubbed it a bit. "Is it worth it?" This came out as a mumble before the slytherin repeated more louder "Is it worth it?"

The blonde continued to listen to the Raven haired boy as he thought of what 'it' could be in regards to. He'd moved closer as he began to stand next to the other male. When Vince had noticed he took a breath in, looked over to the Gryffindor and asked once more "Tell me, is it worth it?" As the words came out, Peter caught himself getting lost in the other's newly damp yet lilac ocean of eyes. He'd not been lying before, they were with his own appearing like ponds compared to the deepness of what he'd stared into. It felt like the words that had been going into his ears had been an incantation to draw him closer and trap him yet this moment soon ended as quickly as it came about when the Slytherin turned away once more, hugging himself in silence for a moment.

"Are you okay?" Yes, it did seem a bit of a stupid question to ask in this moment when it was obvious the other boy was getting emotional in this moment but Peter knew that Vincent needed to hear these words. He needed to hear that the Gryffindor cared about him and how he was feeling, and with hearing this the other boy began to explain more clearly, touching slightly on the reason for that week's silence. "cause… There is something and there is nothing… there is nothing in between," in being more clear, it didn't mean he was going to stop in trying to be poetic however. "And in my eyes there is a tiny dancer, watching over me… He's singing…"

These next lines made Peter realise where'd he'd gone wrong and this brought him a sense of guilt. He felt guilty about the fact he'd not realised how obvious it had been, of course it was. The other week he was short on money before the group was going to head to Hogsmead and as a dare off James so he could get some extra money, he was told to tell Marlene that he smelt her in his Amortentia. And thus, he did, which ended in a small rumor, an awkward kiss off Marlene that neither of them wanted and him getting paid more than he was offered from a hysterical James. Of course he'd realised this was the problem upon the words "He, he wants a lady and I am just a boy…"

He didn't even like girls, he was just desperate and hadn't thought about it at the time. Yet, now, here he was with a guy who'd been crushing on him for who knows how long now thinking he had no chance from assuming the blonde was straight. His early assumption about this involving James and Amortentia hadn't been too far off, then. Just how they were involved was slightly different. To hurt even more however, the drunken slytherin had to go ahead and repeat the line again with more emotion and emphasis. "He's singing, He, he wants a lady! And I'm just…" In this moment, Peter placed a hand on Vincent's shoulder in an attempt to calm him down, seemingly working in his favour. "a line… Without… a…"

Silence came between the two, the raven haired male not being able to bring himself to finish before letting tears roll down his face as he reluctantly brought his face to looking at Peter's again. The words to escape him after held a lot of weight as he struggled to get them out through tears. "Oh baby I am a wreck… I need you here to stay…" were the first as he began to take both of the blonde's hands, gripping them tight unlike the first time. "I broke all my bones that day…"

"I found you," Peter began to confess back as he wasn't wrong. The day the silence between them began he had seen Vincent alone yet hadn't approached. He didn't think it was his place two when he was "Crying by the lake…"

Even though now he knew, and definitely KNEW, what the problem had been but needed to have that confirmation just to put the nail in the coffin. "Was it something I said to make you feel like you're a burden?" came out in a soft voice as Pete raised an eyebrow, getting nothing but a pained look from the Slytherin. This had to be a yes to which he followed with a quiet 'oh' before "and if I could take it all back I swear that I…"

The words faded out a bit when the blonde noticed himself getting caught up in the other's eyes again, not even noticing how close they'd gotten at this moment. The raven haired boy, however, did notice the closeness and was determined to close it. "Would pull… You… From…" the shorter had continued but hadn't managed to finish as just before he could let the last words out the other boy had locked lips with him. Even if it didn't last too long, it felt like an eternity. It was just the two of them alone dressed all fancy in an abandoned house now shearing a chaste kiss.

When it had finished, there appeared to be silence as both of them kept their eyes closed and bodies close, both not really believing what had just gone on. Not just the kiss but the entire thing! Nevertheless, Peter never got to finish his sentence to which, after wrapping his arms around the Gryffindor, Vincent leaned into his ear to wispeare two final words to end it for him. "The tide…"

#nuggets writing #NOT MY FIC #Posting for my eldest #Make Me Feel Bingo

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SHE'S MY NOONA

Chapter 21

The next day

Shin min ah's p.o.v

It is Valentine's day and every couple are having fun and those who have crushes confess well except for me who has no date. We were on some Valentine's concert in which BTS were performing that day.

I couldn't stop thinking of what happened yesterday. Was he really asking me out? Isn't that question too much for me to answer?Why would he even ask me such question? Can't he make his own decision! Arasso date her but why wasn't I able to answer. I should have just tell him to date.

It's just that look he gave me, how could i have agreed while I like him. I just sat there thinking not realizing Tae was sitting next to me just staring at me..I was so suprised "ooh you scared me!" I got started as he laughed "mianhaeyo."

Looking at him now suddenly reminded me of what he said yesterday that he doesn't regret loving me. It looked very awkward for me because the mood suddenly became uneasy. " so done with the...concert?" I asked lessening the awkwardness.

"Ne, so about yesterday?" He suddenly squeezed getting right beside me making me feel nervous. " ne..ne yesterday?" " Did you meet up wit..aniyo forget it." He said as he removed his phone.

I managed to get a glimpse just then I saw my picture as his wall paper. He took out his ear phones and wore then as he listened to his music then he gave me one of the ear phones to share.

The music were really nice and calm. The others didn't arrive yet so I decided to listen to music with Tae as we waited for the others.

End of p.o.v

Later

Tae's p.o.v

It was nice to listen to music together with her. I felt really calm and longing for it to last just then I realized she was asleep getting a hard time to rest her head till I decided to lean her on my shoulder, my heart was already pounding as I watched her face.

"Kyeopta." I found myself stroking her hair behind her ear. "But the more I keep seeing you makes my heart more greedy of you." I sadly sigh.

End of p.o.v

A/n p.o.v

3 mins later the other boys arrived only to find the two alone in their waiting room. Min ah was still asleep leaning on v' s shoulder as v just sat there sharing ear phones with Min ah.

"Wow you guys totally look like a couple." J hope who blurted without thinking. This action made Jungkook even more jealous his friends realized this with the way he moves his tongue in his mouth out of anger.

Taehyung did not care with the angry look Jungkook gave them "I came here first and she was waiting for you guys s..." before Tae even finished talking Jungkook hurriedly grabbed Min ah by force waking the confused her from sleep taking her outside.

"Yah! What's wrong with you, how can you just grab me like that from my sleep." Min ah complained not realizing the hurt look Jungkook had " does it matter? Yah did you even see yourself? Are you doing revenge to make me look bad?" He cried

" Yah what did i do?! You confuse me even more." Min ah complained " you slept on Tae's shoulder!" "Mwo!, ooh my did I drool?" She panicked "I must have over slept while listening to music with him" Min ah explained making Jungkook even more jealous.

" what!? Why are you complaining or are you jealous?" Min ah chuckled as Jungkook just denied " yah how can i be jealous? I just don't like you messing with my friends." He said seriously scaring me hurriedly left.

"I wish you were." Min ah muttered watching him disappear the corner. Just then her phone rang it was one of her friends Go ara "annyeong what's up Go." She cried "party? Where?" "At my house? Yah wae didn't you inform me!" "Mianhaeyo we wanted to do a Valentine's party with our husbands and..." Go ara muttered "and what?" "We were thinking if you are able to bring BTS here mmh?" "Yah are you crazy why would I bring them? They have alot of schedule." "Ne can't you just try? They might agree." " yah Go ara th..hello?." "She even hung up on me? Stupid!" She cried getting everyone's attention.

Shin min ah's p.o.v

Have they gone out of their minds? How can i invite them at my party. If uncle realizes he'd kill me and the director would fire me right?

I walked back and forth thinking not thinking I would bump into Blackpink. They all stared me with anger shooting glares towards me as i apologized mostly Jennie. "Yah you did it on purpose, you know how much i got hurt." Jennie cried " mianhaeyo." I bowed but that woman never listened " I really hate seeing you here, why don't you just quit it's not that hard unless you wanna be famous through connections." Jennie spoke " what are you saying? I'm not even interested." She then got close and spoke to me " then stay away from my Jung if you don't want problems." She spoke bumping me purposely as they left.

I sigh giving up on inviting the boys to my party " well I guess they won't accept." I said to myself " won't accept what?" I heard a voice behind me realizing it was Tae.

"Ooh Tae it was nothing actually." I lied but he didn't believe me "yah u know it's a lie just tell me what is It?" He sincerely asked ad I decided to ask him "that's it" he laughed " why are you laughing?" I felt offended "mianhaeyo actually, i just laughed how a small thing like that can confuse you " don't worry about it we'll come I'll tell the boys." He said " jinja! Kumaoh." I cried happily.

Later

At my apartment

My friends had arrived and they brought some of their friends too. The room was really well organized with balloon and disco ball and alot of drinks with music.

" guys are you sure about this?" " yah Min ah don't get so scared this is the night where you really show us who you love out of the seven. We later stayed with the guy's awaiting for the guy's to come but not yet till some of my friends friend left. "Yah Min ah are you sure they'll come?" " ne i'm sure but I really did invite them." Just then I got a text from Tae and it said they won't make it since they had somewhere to go.

" Mianhaeyo they won't make it." I said as my friends became sad " it's okay as long as i friend is here with us... Lars party!!" The party girl Go ara cried as we began having fun.

Later

There was a door bell. Someone had arrived as Shin hye decided to go open. To her suprise it was The boys what were?, why? I had many questions but I let them go. My friends were all excited they couldn't stop staring at them. "Suprise! Mianhaeyo we lied we wanted to do it as a suprise." Jin said hugging everyone as my fellow girls couldn't stop.

The guys were laughing at how my friends were crazy fans. " we also brought groceries and beer just in case." Namjoon handed them in the kitchen Shin hye still did not believe if it was real. "Yah shin hye snap." I tried to awake her.

I went at the front kitchen as I watched all the guy's have fun and laughing. It made me really happy but Jungkook seemed to have not want to talk to me, just then there was another knock and guess what I never expected it to be black pink they all came which made it me even mad. "Its Blackpink! Yobo this is the best valentines ever!" Go ara cried.

"Jennie you are here?" I asked as she just stared at me then they all smiled " Min ah! You don't mind us joining at your party, dont you?" She grinned which I hated it, it was my house and I could just throw anyone out but I didn't want to look bad perhaps we may be good friends.

I went back to continue dealing with the food. Why did they come and how did they even know? I got mad at her seeing her go sit with kook. I felt angry and pissed off. They were smiling at eachother making funny jokes as if they were a couple.

"Are you going to kill someone with that?" I heard Lee jong suk. I felt really embarrassed as I laughed nervously realizing I was holding a knife still cutting the cabbages into pieces. "Ooh mianhaeyo..." I laughed at myself "you should be careful." He cried but then he grew close and "yah it's not to late to confess instead of standing there being jealous." He cried, it was true i was jealous but not sure of myself if it was The right thing to do.

"Kumaoh but I'm not jealous." I cried as he laughed and making me want to run and avoid his questions.

End of p.o.v

Everyone was having fun Min ah's friends were couldn't get enough of BTS and Black pink while some of them would play games. Min ah was all alone now in the kitchen she needed help but her friends were too busy to help her. She wished any of the girls could help her

Just then Tae appeared "can i be of help?" He smiled as Min ah hurriedly pulled him so that they can make kimchi and other stuffs. Tae could only feel a bit nervous since they were working together.

"Tae? Uhm you think I'll make the right choice if i confess to kookie?" Min ah gathered her courage and ask nervously Had who felt a bit disappointed "or just forget it" she chuckled embarrassed. "What do you think?" Tae asked back realizing their hands touched as they squeezed kimchi together but she hurriedly removed leaving the two in an awkwardness.

"Mia..." "..do you want to taste?" Tae interrupted holding kimchi to feed Min ah who just laughed in a fun way. Jungkook who saw the two feeding eachother became mad. He did not like it since she was smiling at Tae in lovely way "Wow the two really make a great couple...right Rosé?" Jennie who saw it two played these trick trying to win over kookie.

But Jungkook just got mad and left outside banging the door with anger drawing everyone's attention. Min ah could see this reaction but did not understand why.

Later

The food was ready and everyone was in a circle sitted ready to eat except the Blackpink did not eat since they were on diet. Jungkook came back himself right after the dinner was served. He went to sit beside Min ah who felt a bit nervous.

"Hey I have an idea, why don't we play son byung ho where the loser drinks this mixed beer" J hope cried mixing drinks as Go ara agreed and so as the others.

So the game started "for those who haven't married fold your finger." "For those who have married fold." They played till they all remained some with two, three "ooh gosh why only few." Min ah was worried and Jungkook who sat by her noticed "I can't really drink all that." She muttered.

"If you are still a virgin fold." J hope cried as others laughed and complained. Jungkook felt embarrassed he knew he would be laughed since all his hyungs weren't new to this things.

He was suprised when Min ah and some others fold their fingers "yah isn't this fair?" Tae, Jungkook and Jennie had three fingers left except Min ah who had two left it was now Jennie's turn "if you are inlove with someone from this circle fold." She cried.

Min ah's p.o.v

Ooh no every one had three and above fingers to fold except one of the Black pink Lisa and I now Jennie had ask another question. I prayed not to be among me but I guess not. Everyone was in an awkward situation looking if or anyone who was inlove with someone from the group.

I decided to fold cause it was true and to my suprise kookie also fold followed by Tae, Rose Jin and Jennie herself fold. It took everyone by suprise wondering who it would be "yah Jennie how can the owner of the question fold isn't..." Lisa cried but got interrupted "can't I stay true to my question?" She cried.

My heart was beating like crazy and just thinking how I stayed close to him. It felt really comfortable but I wasn't able to touch him? I felt too sad for myself stealing glances was all I could do but why did he fold his finger saying that he likes someone already is it Jennie? So far she's the only girl I know close to Jungkook.

I then realized I had one finger left and it was the end of me. " Ooh it's Jungkook's time." Suga cried "arasso....if you...you ever had a drunken kiss before fold." Just then no one looked like was able to fold which left me and Jungkook himself. I looked up at him then remembered about It, I wondered why did he bring it up and it was my last finger which left me no choice.

I was really screaming from inside why mixed? " Min ah lost, now she has to drink all the alcohol." I had Rose cry as Jennie supported "yah we already know she's going to drink." I wanted to move an excuse when they all started cheering "drink it up!×5...."

It was sooner all later I grabbed the whole some jug containing the beer as my friends cheered " arasso...here goes nothing." I lifted it to drink but just then someone hurriedly took the jug " I'll drink it." He raised his hand " i'm going to drink on her behalf." Kookie said making my heart ponder , I was really happy i didn't believe what he said so as the others " Wow you are going to be her dark knight, that's cool." J hope and others commented.

"You don't have...." " yah I'll take care of it." He firmly looked at me as he then started chugging the beer without stopping till he finished "wow you really drank it all though I was hoping for Min ah." Namjoon cried as the boys teased eachother.

"Kumaoh." I smiled at him but he looked back and drank a sip of water. " wae?" Jennie's drunken voice suddenly filled up the room when everyone was drinking " wae did you become her dark night? Can't you become mine ....I thought you cared about me.?" Everyone just kept staring at the two also trying to calm Jennie.

"Jennie calm down you are drunk mmh?" Her friends tried to stop her cause she started cursing which made some laugh at her but Jungkook's reaction was not okay. "Yah you said you didn't like neither of us but aren't your actions abit confusing?" She cried it was true he once said he doesn't love me but his actions always confuses me.

So that night later Blackpink all left home because of their drunken selve their van came to pick them up.

End of p.o.v

Jungkook's p.o.v

We were cleaning up with my fellow boys after Black pink left. My hyungs couldn't stop singing to karaoke songs and dancing druknly with Min ah's friends but I realized Min ah was not there.

"Shin hye!, where is Min ah? Have you seen her?" Well no but I think I know where she always goes." She said....I decided to go to the upper floor of the roof, it was really beautiful. A garden with sparkly light around them on top of the city and there she was on the bench sitting alone.

She looked really beautiful and pretty it made my heart sudden flutter with excitement. I got close and decided to sit next to her which I scared her " ooh gosh you scared me." She laughs at herself " can i sit here for a moment.?" I asked as she just looked at me with her pretty eyes.

"Ne." She nods i then looked at her she was holding a white cat on her lap. The cat was really cute " kyeopta." I smiled at her meaning her " right she's cute!" She said holding the cat on the air. " do you want to hold him?" She asked providing me the cat.

I was really not into cats it was Jimin's thing but since Min ah gave me I wanted to do it " where did you get It?" I asked " ooh i picked it, it looked really lonely soaked in the rain i couldn't leave the poor thing." She said as she still smiled.

I couldn't help but laugh " it kind off reminds me of you, really pretty and innocent." I said to her as she then stared at me. " yah...what are you saying?" She laughed it off trying to ignore everything I talk about i really hated that.

End of p.o.v

Min ah felt very awkward, embarrassed and nervous at the same time but she couldn't help but blush. She knew maybe it wasn't right so she tried pushing him away. Min ah was about to leave when Jungkook held her hand.

" You...why do you keep pushing me away?" He asked " did I do anything wrong to you?" He asked

Min ah's p.o.v

His eyes were tearly and red as he spoke. " I don't get why you keep making a distance with me? Is it worth It?" He cried making my heart more sad wondering if he was drunk or not." It is but it's nothing."

" why do you pretend knowing the fact that...I...i love you." He cried making my heart explode. I looked back at him and he realized what he had just said " sarangae Min ah...I've been waiting for a long time to shout this words to you but I didn't have the cour..."

He was about to finish the sentence but I interrupted him by shyly giving him a light peck on his lips. He was really suprised not expecting that from me " nado sarangaeo." I simply said with my smile on my face which he smiled back pulling me for another kiss. I could feel the hot burning sensation of our lips meet as he extended the kiss deep as our tongue touched and interlocked feeling each others hot sweet breath.

It was really nice as his hands where touching my hair from behind. I felt really embarrassed after we ended our kiss there smiling sweetly to me.

" yah you are making me more embarrassed." I cried childishly as he also couldn't help but smile. " kyeopta." He said holding my hands and before I knew it i had started a relationship with my star.

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