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hazybisou · 9 months

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SURPRISE DOWN THE SHORE | LUKE HUGHES

pairing: f!reader x luke hughes

overview: week 2: luke takes y/n out to the beach only for the both of them to be met with a surprise down the shore.

warnings: talks about being sick and possible death.

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it was 4 am.

why was she awake at this ungodly hour? she didn’t know.

oh wait..she did.

her phone was on her nightstand, ringing like crazy. she was in the midst of sleeping when it began to buzz. it took her a while to wake but when she did, she wished she hadn’t.

y/n groaned and grabbed her phone as she looked at who had called and texted her.

my personal stalker 🥲 (luke)

she had over 26 messages and 2 missed phone calls. why was he calling her this early? she knew he still had yet to tell her all the info she needed for later but it could’ve waited another 3 hours.

she opened her contacts before pressing on luke’s contact. it rang as she sat up, against her headboard, rubbing her eyes from the tiredness she had endured.

“y/n?”

“luke?”

“yea it’s me.” he replied.

y/n sighed, “why’d you call me?”

she could hear luke breath on the other side of the phones, “i just wanted to know if we were still on for later?”

she squeezed her eyes in annoyance, “that’s what you called me at 4 in the fucking morning for?” y/n questioned.

“well-yeah. i mean i was worried that you might’ve changed your mind last minute and so i couldn’t sleep and-”

y/n stopped his rant, “yes, we’re still on for later. i’m just waiting for you to tell me which beach it is and at what time.”

“oh right. text me your address.”

she blinked. “what?”

luke rolled his eyes. “just do it.”

“okay, jeez. bye luke.” you told him which a slight laugh.

“bye y/n. i’ll see you later.” and with that you hung up as you typed out your address before sending it to him.

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luke stayed awake after that call.

he was bouncing with excitement over something he had done in order to get to know a girl. sure, every guy had been excited over a girl but y/n wasn’t just any girl. she was his girl. he just had to make it official.

luke got up and out of bed at 9:30. he gathered his clothes for later and made a beeline towards the bathroom. he had got rid of his clothes before getting in the shower.

he had music playing in the bathroom as he showered. it was at maximum volume. luke knew his roommates would be pissed since it was so early in the morning, but did he care at the moment? not even the slightest.

he had finished 30 minutes later. he turned the water off and made his way out the bathroom, a towel wrapped around his waist.

he got dressed into a pair of light blue swim trunks and a button up shirt, the first two buttons undone.

luke grabbed a pair of sunglasses and a towel that he had thrown onto his shoulder. he made his way out his bedroom and began to walk through the hallway towards the stairs.

as he passed by mackie’s room, he suddenly heard a door creak open. “luke, what the fuck?” it was ethan. “it’s 10 in the morning, why the fuck are you awake?” he asked the boy as he groggily rubbed his eyes.

“i-uh-i’m going to the beach..with a friend.” he responded. luke hadn’t told any of his teammates he was going out with y/n. he knew if he did, they’d find some way to interfere and make it a big deal. so he kept it a secret.

“what, friend? you know you only got us.” ethan teased and luke just rolled his eyes.

“don’t worry about it.” luke told the boy. “now i gotta go.” luke rounded the corner before he rushed down the stairs, his footsteps fainting by the second.

mark’s door opened. “yo,” he called out to ethan who had turned around to go back into his room, “who the fuck was that?”

“luke. said he was going to the beach with a friend.” ethan explained.

“what friend?”

“i don’t fucking know man.” ethan replied. “he just said a friend before he left.”

mark began to think before an idea came to mind. “ay, wake everyone else up and tell them to get showered and dressed.” mark told the boy who just stood there tiredly and confused. “oh and while you’re at it, call the boys and everyone else up. we’re going to the beach.” he announced before turning around and heading into his room, the door shutting behind him.

ethan just stood there for a second before going in his room and flopping back onto his bed.

he’d do it in a bit.

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y/n was up and out of bed, getting ready for her “date” with luke. she had showered an hour before as she picked out dark green bikini bottoms and a dark green bikini top that had a tropical design on it. she had put on shorts over and a navy sweatshirt that went off one shoulder, her bikini strap showing.

her hair was in a braid as she didn’t it want it going all over the place on the way there. she grabbed her tote bag and began to pack all the necessities. she slid on her shoes and grabbed an extra towel from her closet.

she grabbed her phone and keys before heading into the living room and settling onto the couch.

jess was still asleep as she was a heavy sleeper. y/n grabbed her phone and began scrolling through instagram. she had been in the app for a good 5 minutes before she got a message from luke.

my personal stalker 🥲 (luke)

what’s your apartment number??

y/n

what do you need that for

wait

you’re outside huh??

my personal stalker 🥲 (luke)

yes

now what’s your apartment number

y/n

i’ll just go outside

my personal stalker 🥲 (luke)

no fuckin way is that happening

tell me the number

y/n

🙄✋

it’s apartment number 28

my personal stalker 🥲 (luke)

thank you!!

y/n throw her phone next to her and just sighed before rolling her eyes at the conversation she had just had. she grabbed it and left jess a text message, knowing she’d take another hour to wake up.

she was in the middle of texting a girl from her class that had needed help with the course when she heard a knock at the door. y/n got up and walked towards the door. she looked through the peephole and saw luke standing there, his hands in his short’s pockets.

she grabbed the door knob before twisting it and opening the door. “hi.”

luke looked up at her and just smiled. “hi.” he stood there for a second, taking in her figure and beauty before he spoke again, “you ready to go?”

she nodded her head before stepping out and closing the door behind her. the two began walking towards the elevator. after a good 2 minute walk, they both made it to the elevator’s doors and got in, clicking on the ground floor.

the two stood in silence.

y/n watched as the floor number increased until it eventually got to the letter ‘G’, signaling they were at the bottom floor.

they doors slid open and both were about to walk out at the same time before they both realized that they wouldn’t be able to. luke stepped back and let y/n go first, “go ahead.” y/n just smiled at him before she waited for luke.

the pair walked out to the parking lot and began to head towards luke’s car. y/n adjusted her bag over her shoulder as she grabbed her sunglasses out of her bag, with the sun out and all. she placed them on her head just in case.

the two got to the vehicle and luke opened y/n’s door for her to climb into and she thanked him before getting in, luke shutting the door soon after. he walked over to the driver’s seat and got in, settling in his seat as he pulled his seatbelt on.

“you ready? got you seatbelt on” luke asked y/n who nodded. “alright let’s go.” he stated before he started up the car and began to back up.

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the drive from her house to the beach was a good 25 minutes. the two made small talk but it wasn’t much that was said. just the occasional ‘how was your day’ and ‘that’s good to hear’. the two only talked about small things.

y/n was looking out the window, admiring the view that she didn’t notice luke had been staring at her.

gosh she’s so fucking pretty.

luke seemed to snap out of his gaze as he remember he was the one driving.

y/n just leaned her head against the window and closed her eyes, awaiting their arrival at the beach. she hoped it would be sunny and the perfect weather. but she knew better. it was michigan after all. the weather here is never nice.

the two pulled into the parking lot of the beach. y/n opened her eyes and just looked outside through the windshield. she could see the ocean waves and sand at the bottom of the hill.

luke had turned off the engine and unbuckled his seatbelt before reaching into the backseat, grabbing his belongings, which consisted of just his towel. he opened his door and got out before running towards y/n’s side of the car.

she had unbuckled her seatbelt and reached for the door handle but the door opened before she could even get her hand on it.

“oh. thank you.” y/n blushed. she got her bag and hoped out the car. she turned around and watched luke shut the car door.

he turned towards her. “c‘mon.” he told her and y/n just began to walk next to him.

to get down to the beach you had to climb down the stairs that were attached to the rock side. it was a simple task, yet luke seemed to make it look difficult as he has taken y/n’s hand and helped her down as if it were hard to go down herself.

they had gotten to the bottom half of the steps and luke refused to let her hand go. she just rolled her eyes before walking in front of him, their conjoined hands now over her shoulder, as she walked them both down the stairs.

the two reached the sand and at last they were at the bottom. “so you wanna walk around first or go straight into the water?” y/n asked luke as she held a hand over her eyes to block the sun out

“whichever is fine.” y/n hummed and just took his hand as she began to make her way against the shore. luke happily obliged and followed behind her.

the pair had begun to walk along the water, their shoes now off and in their hand, the weather hitting against their feet and ankles. it was silent for a few seconds before one spoke up.

“why’d you ask me to come with you?” y/n asked luke as she looked up at him. he just continued to look down at his feet.

“w-well i thought you seemed like a nice girl, you know? i’ve seen you in class before and have wanted to talk to you for a while but i just never seemed to have gotten the chance until now. i want to get to know you. just us two.” luke explained. he didn’t know wat else to say other then that. i mean it was slightly true. he had seen her in his classes but she would always sit a couple rows ahead of him so she never seemed to acknowledge him. on the other hand, it was all apart of the bet, so he had no choice.

“you’re in my class?” y/n wondered with a slight tilt of her head. she had never seen him before. sure she got there a little later than most people but she always noticed her peers. maybe luke just blended in.

“yeah, i am. econ. i sit a couple rows back.” he answered her question.

y/n just raised her eyebrows. “wow. i guess i’ve never seen you before then.”

“yeah maybe.”

the two continued their walk in silence.

luke was freaking out inside. was it going that bad? they aren’t even talking for gods sake! was this a good idea? would she still talk to him after? millions of thoughts raced through his heads. hopefully this would go well.

y/n was thinking. she had always noticed the kids in her classes. luke just never seemed to be there. although there was always this one kid who would sit in the far back but it couldn’t be him. or maybe it was? she didn’t know. y/n was just focused on the moment at hand.

“hey is this your first year at umich? i’ve never saw you around last year.” luke stated. sure he had known the answer already but he wanted to know more.

“yeah i am. i transferred over from csuf. fullerton.” y/n said.

“oh so you’re a california girl?” luke wondered.

y/n just laughed and shook her head. “i guess you could say that. yeah.” she never was a fan of the heat and humidity. “i just never really liked the heat over there. makes things a lot more difficult.”

luke just shrugged. “well you won’t have to worry about that over here. i’m sure you could tell already though.”

she nodded her head. “yeah, well michigan sure is something.”

“why’d you transfer? if you don’t mind me asking.” luke asked her as they had began to walk back.

“no, it’s fine.” y/n brushed off, “most of my family lives here in michigan so thought it’d be better to live closer to home.” y/n said. “but mainly because my grandpa lives here too. my mom called me one day and told me he had gotten sick. we didn’t know how much time we had left with him so i decided to apply for transfer here at umich for my sophomore year. when i got in, my dad flew over and started to help me pack immediately. i had bought my ticket and flew over here the next week. although my parents live like 10 minutes away from campus, i still found a place to live in. i met my roommate, jess, at some random store in the mall and she told me how she attended umich and that she was looking for a roommate. i took that position. so i’ve been here ever since.” y/n finished off.

“oh wow, i-i’m sorry. must be hard being at school most of time and not getting to see your grandpa. i’m sorry.” luke said as he turned towards y/n.

y/n just waved it off. “it’s fine really. i still get to see him on the weekends and breaks so that’s got to count for something right?” luke just nodded.

“but i’m sure i’ll be fine. i mean i got jess with me. she’s a nice girl.” y/n explained.

“she really is. jess will be there for anyone even if she says she hates them.” luke said and y/n just smiled.

“like you and your team?” y/n teased. “she’s always calling you guys these names and she’ll be telling me about it and i just find it so funny.”

luke grimaced. “yeah she can be like that sometimes.”

y/n just laughed. “that’s what i love about her. she’s never scared to say whats on her mind. she’s truly is amazing.”

luke smiled. “i’m glad you have someone like her.”

“thank you. i-”

she got interrupted.

“YO! HUGHESY!!”

the pair looked towards where the voice came from. at the top of the stairs stood mark and his teammates, some holding the hands of girls who y/n assumed were their girlfriends, and some friends. among those friends was jess and some sorority girls.

“what the fuck?” luke said only so y/n and him could hear. “how the hell did they know where i was?” he turned to y/n. “i am so sorry this happened.”

“no it’s okay.”

the two stood there spitting out apologies to each other. the team and their friends began to walk down the stairs, beach necessities in hand. as they walked down one by one, y/n noticed how many people there actually was. she never did well around many people. big crowds overwhelmed her and made her feel like she was trapped in a small room. they made her heart speed up.

the group began to place their stuff down but not before saying hi to luke and waving towards y/n with a smile. mark and a couple of the guys walked over to luke and y/n. mark put a hand on luke’s shoulder, going to stand next to him. luke stood annoyed at the boy before turning his head towards mark. “what?”

“how ya doing bud?” mark asked enthusiastically. luke couldn’t help but roll his eyes.

luke took a deep breath in, “fine before you all got here.” he snapped.

mark held his hands up in defense. “hey, we just wanted to spend some time at the beach. we didn’t even know you were here.”

“sure you didn’t.” luke told him before he grabbed y/n’s hand. “c’mon y/n, we’ll go somewhere else.”

the two started to walk towards the stairs. all luke wanted was a simple day out with y/n, his “date”. but of course, mark had to come and ruin it. it’s not that he didn’t like mark or anything. they were best friends. he just really wished he could have a day out without his teammates. luke just wanted to have time with y/n to get to know her better.

the two were almost at the stairs before they heard one of the boys call out, “luke c’mon man!” they turned around to see mackie who had his hands up. “we just wanna have some fun. you can still have your date with y/n here,” he explained, “we’ll stay out of your way.”

luke shut his eyes tightly before opening them and looking down at y/n. “is that okay with you? them being here?” he asked.

y/n nodded. “it’s fine, i promise. besides i need to talk to jess about something.”

“alright we’ll stay but just don’t go crazy or whatever, please?” luke told the group of boys. “i really don’t want to go home with a headache.”

“we promise.” dylan said as he held a hand up. “now get your ass over here.”

luke and y/n walked over to them before y/n let his hand go. “i’ll look for you in a bit.” she told him before she turned around to look for jess.

the sophomores all began to swarm luke as they started to talk and jump around enthusiastically.

y/n however began to walk towards where she saw jess and a couple of girls. she walked up behind her and placed a hand on her back. “jess.”

jess turned around and a smile spread across her face. “hey, y/n!” she took the girl into a hug. “i woke up and you were gone but turns out you were here with luke the whole time.” the pair pulled away as y/n began to sit down with jess on the extra beach chair they had.

“bitch i texted you that i was gonna be gone with like before you woke up, knowing you always check your phone.” y/n explained.

jess just shrugged. “i didn’t see it.” y/n rolled her eyes before jess sat up. “oh you have to meet some of the girls. you’ll like them i promise but first i’d like you to meet some friends of mine.” jess gestured to a girl with dirty blonde hair and blue eyes. “this is ellie.”

the blonde waved at y/n and smiled. “hi i’m ellie. it’s nice to meet you y/n.” y/n smiled back.

“she’s dating jacob truscott,” y/n looked confused. “luke’s teammate.”

“oh.”

y/n got introduced to three other girls, lauren, maggie, and valerie. y/n found out that lauren and maggie ran the teams social media account, while valerie was here as a friend. she also found out that she was apart of alpha phi, a top sorority on campus.

y/n began to get along with them very well as they had been laughing and giggling at whatever one said. luke watched from afar, as he was “keeping an eye” on y/n. he knew it was a lie. he had a red solo cup in hand as he talked with some of the guys but he’d get distracted often, looking over at y/n every 5 minutes or so.

“yo luke, keep staring at her and soon she’ll melt.”

“what?”

nolan, the teams captain laughed. “you okay there hughesy?” nolan asked and be slung an arm over luke.

“yeah i’m fine.” luke looked away from her. “sorry i was just making sure she was alright.”

nolan nodded. “right.”

“what i was!” luke defended himself. “she’s having fun which is good.” luke looked down at the liquid stirring in his cup.

nolan just eyed him for a minute before he spoke. “you like her don’t you?”

luke’s head snapped up. “what? n-no! of course i don’t. i’m just acting the part for the bet. that’s all. really-”

nolan chuckled. “breathe. and i’m not judging. i mean sure we told you not to fall in love but it’s okay. just don’t break each other’s hearts.” with that nolan walked away and luke just stood there before looking towards y/n.

has he really fallen in love after two weeks?

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it had been a couple of hours since the supposedly kegger had started. y/n took notice of how more and more people showed up. why? she didn’t know. someone had brought a speaker which is how the lyrics to some pitbull song were being heard. some of the guys on the team and their friends had helped build a bonfire big enough to provide light through the evening as it got darker. people would throw in more logs of wood when they noticed it burning out.

y/n had spent time with jess and the girls before she went off to search for luke. she made her way through the crowd of people and headed towards where some of luke’s teammates were. “hey dylan,” she said and the boy turned around to look at her, “have you seen luke?” she asked.

“hold on.” dylan turned around. “aye has anyone seen hughesy?” he yelled over the music. there were murmurs of ‘no’ and ‘i don’t fucking know’. dylan turned towards y/n once again. “no, sorry. last i checked though, he said something about going on a walk. i don’t know. have fun looking for him.”

“thanks. i guess.” y/n told him before she turned around and began to walk towards where she hoped she would eventually find luke.

luke, however, had snuck off. he needed the space away from the large group of people. so he decided to take a walk, just like he and y/n has done earlier. he never wanted this happened. in fact, he didn’t even want any of them to know. yet they did. so how he was stuck here with a bunch of people while all he really wanted was to be with y/n. alone.

why couldn’t i just have one night? one night was all i asked for-

“luke?”

luke snapped out of his thoughts.

he turned his body and saw y/n walking towards him. he began to walk towards her. “hey. is everything okay?” he asked as he placed his hands on either side of her face.

she shouldn’t have been blushing but she was regardless. “yeah, everything’s fine. don’t worry.” y/n looked down at her feet. “it’s just when i went to look for you, you were gone. so i got worried and came looking for you.” she explained.

luke sighed. “i’m sorry. i didn’t mean to worry you. i just needed a break from the noise and the guys.” he said. “i really am sorry. i never wanted them to find out where i was cause i knew they’d question me. i don’t even know how they found out where i was. especially which beach.” he grabbed both her hands in his. “i’ll make it up to you with another date. i promise.”

y/n smiled and shook her head. “it’s okay, alright? it’s not what i expected but at least we’re having fun,” she looked up at him, “although that other date does sound nice.”

they both laughed. “i’ll make sure to keep that in mind.”

y/n let go of one of his hands. “c’mon let’s go back. you can introduce me to the rest of your teammates.”

“you’re fine with that?”

“of course.” y/n told him as they both began to walk back to the group. “i want to get to know you. and if you’re team is apart of you then i have to meet them.”

luke grinned. “maybe another day. i just wanna be with you for now.” he took in her appearance, “have you gone in the ocean yet?” she shook her head. “why not?”

“i’ve been busy talking with jess and some of the girls.” she explained.

“it’s nice that you’re getting along with them.” luke told her.

they both turned a small corner and were met with the light from the flames of the bonfire, the music blaring from the speaker, and of course, the large amount of people.

they began to walk to a space within the crowd of people before luke paused. “c’mon.”

“what-”

before she could finish her sentence, luke had bent down and picked her up, bridal style. “where are we going?”

“to the water.” luke answered before he began to walk towards the waves.

“LUKE HUGHES PUT ME DOWN.” y/n shouted out with a laugh. “at least let me take my clothes off. which mind you, i don’t want to get wet!”

luke rolled his eyes before setting her down. y/n grabbed the bottom of her sweatshirt and pulled it over her body, dropping it nearby. she then began to work on taking off her shorts. she slid them down her legs before stepping out of them, revealing her bikini. “you’re really gonna wear you’re shirt into the water?”

luke just unbuttoned his shirt before tossing it where her clothes were. “there? now let’s go.” he picked her up bridal style before he began to run towards the water.

“i swear to god if you drop me luke, i will never forgive you.” y/n told him. he pretended to drop her and she let out a small scream. “you little asshole-”

she couldn’t finish as luke had dropped them both into the water. y/n rose to the surface. “you fucking bitch!” she swore as she swam over to him and grabbed his head before dunking him under water as she giggled.

the two stayed there for awhile, laughing and messing with each other, splashing the other. they blocked out the noise of the kegger and just focused at the moment at hand, enjoying each other’s presence.

mark looked towards the pair from where he stood on the sand, his jaw clenched. he knew luke had only been doing it for the money, but was it really that easy?

mark turned towards the group, “aye look.” he nodded towards the couple in the water.

“looks like hughesy already has her locked in.” johnny said as they all watched the pair for a second before turning back to each other.

“you just lost 100 dollars man.” adam told the boy who just stood there with a smug look on his face.

“oh i don’t care about the money anymore. i’m just doing this for fun.”

he would find a way to make this a lot harder for the defensemen. he promised himself that.

did you miss mee?!! i know you didn’t! anyways here’s the next chapter. i am deeply sorry this took like 3 weeks to write. i had writers block for like 2 weeks and i barely got to writing this like on wednesday. just know that since the endings are always horrible, it’s bc i am writing this at midnight and i am always lacking energy at this ungodly hour. but it is here and hopefully you enjoy. ignore all writing errors. (ima go text him now 🤭🤭) goodnight beautiful angels 💗💗🫶

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takeomisbitch · 7 months

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Gag Him

A/N: I’m so sorry for the late post I had a fucked up day yesterday and all I wanted to do was sleep but here it is. Just got off of work so it’s now finished. Enjoy

Kinktober day 8 Eren Yeager x Fem!Reader

Word Count:941

Tags:NSFW, Modern AU, Ball gag, Vibrating wand, Dom!Reader, Sub!Eren, Slight edging, ma'am used once like as a joke

Synopsis:Your boyfriend always been tough and “dominant” on the outside and in front of people he knew and he likes to tell his friends that he always has you screaming, crying and shaking for him when your not around, and when he tells his friends once again at an early Halloween party in front of you, you decide to take him home and gag him for being a very bad boy

Kinktober Masterlist | Attack on Titan Masterlist

One of Eren’s best friends Connie is throwing an early halloween party for some odd reason, and knowing how Eren is at parties you only limited him to 4 drinks.

“Only four?!” he looks at you, his mouth gaped and his eyebrows lifted, “Yes only four I don’t want to deal with you drunk.” giggling you kiss his cheek, walking through the door of the frat house that Connie is a part of, you see tons of kids that are in your college, “There’s mad people here,” your boyfriend whispers in your ear throwing his arm around your shoulder. “Yea, we can go whenever we're ready so don’t stress it.”

After walking around for 10 minutes you find your group of friends outside by a fire pit, “Y/N, Eren. You guys made it.” Connie shouts out standing from his seat, you wave and say hi to the group when you guys get closer while Eren does that stupid head nod.

About an hour into the party you hear Eren talking to Jean, Connie and Reiner talking about how he “Always have her crying” “She’s always screaming for me” “She’s always shaking for me,” he says everything within earshot of you with a smirk on his face. Knowing that he is lying you decide to just take it home.

Getting up from your seat you walk over to Eren “Eren I’m getting tired can we go?” You ask him, looking down at him. “Yea, let's go sweetheart.” He got up from his seat saying goodbye to the group. Eren puts his arm around your waist rubbing his hand on it.

Leaving the house you enter the car Eren on the drivers side, “Why’d you want to leave early baby?” he trunks his head towards you every couple a seconds waiting for a reply has he drives to your apartment, “Cause you want to sit there and spread lies Eren,” you give him a smirk your eyes hung low, “Well I was just joking,” he sputters out his eyes frantically looking at you when he stops at the red light.

Choosing to ignore him until you get home Eren keeps talking to you trying to get you to talk, “I’m sorry baby I didn’t mean it.”

You pull into the parking lot of your apartment getting out once the car is in park, Eren following right behind you still pleading with you. Walking into the elevator you press your floor number Eren still not giving up. Reaching your floor you get off the elevator you stop by your door and tell Eren to “Go inside take your clothes off and lay on the bed for me.”

He nods his head giving a small yes as he walks through the door and towards your bedroom. You walk to the closet in your hallway unlocking it with your key and you are met with tons a sex toys that both you and Eren have used except for two of them, a vibrating wand and a ball gag. Grabbing the things you close the door and lock it back up, walking to your room you see Eren on your bed his back up against the headboard.

“Baby I really didn’t mean it I wear” He pleads with you after seeing the toys you picked out. Telling Eren to shush you strip from your clothes, getting up on the bed “Wait Y/N do we-” cutting him off you tie the ball gag around his head, plugging the vibrating wand into the wall by your bed.

Looking down between Eren legs you see his tan flushed cock leaking and twitching when you bring your hand down to stroke him a bit. “Ren, why did you lie to friends when you know it’s you that is always you screaming and crying n’ shaking for me.” Your voice is stern when you turn the vibrator on, Eren is already red in the face, his whimpers getting muffled by the ball gag.

Setting the vibrator on to the highest setting, you drag it to and from the base and the tip of his cock, his cock twitching at the speed. You watch Eren’s face as he tries to moan and whimper, his body twitching and moving away from the toy. “Keep moving and i’ll have to tie you down,” you tell him slapping thigh with your free hand, Eren movements come to a halt but the sensation on his cock has his hand coming up to yours trying to push it away, “Eren stop before I won’t let you cum,” you slap his hand away choosing to hold the vibrator on his sensitive tip.

Watching as pre-cum leaks from his tip you can tell that Eren is close, “Wanna come baby?” pouting at him, you move the vibrator up and down his cock once again. Eren nods his head up and down another muffled whimper coming from him. You bring the toy back to the tip of his cock moving it around in circles, “Come for me Eren. Only if you promise to tell your friends the truth when we see them again” You give him a teasing smile as he nods his head giving you a strangled yes.

“Ok then baby, then come for me.” Once you gave Eren the release word, warm ropes of come shoots of his cock landing on your hand and his stomach and all over the toy. Turning the toy off you move up to take the ball gag out of his mouth, “Now come take care of me ‘Ren” You said lying down next to him your legs spread wide. “Yes Ma’am”

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Empty Spaces-part 4 (final part)

Closing this story up! This isn’t my best work, I’m terrible at wrapping stories up! Thanks to everyone who reads and supports me. It means the world to know that I’m not alone in my nasty Tommy Shelby fantasies😂

Warnings: little plot, smut, age gap, cheating, fluff

The next 24 hours felt like a blur. Mrs. Shelby demanded that you leave after she found you and Tommy. You ran out of the restroom, embarrassment and shame flooding over you. As you listened to both of them practically screaming at each other, you frantically ran up the winding staircase to pack whatever you could into a single bag and head out. You knew that you'd have to leave and you would rather not stick around and find out.

Now, you sat on a dusty old kitchen chair in your parents flat. You looked out the window to see the familiar dark empty streets. How did this all happen so fast? You were so ashamed. Your parents were furious enough. Sparing them the details and disappointment, you said it was just an elimination of unnecessary staff. You wondered how far that lie would get you though.

How original of you. A lousy maid sleeping around with the man of the house, only to be thrown away. He wouldn’t remember you for anything. He’d never remember your face, your voice, the way you carried yourself. No one ever would. You were just another body to him. But you’d remember Tommy. You could never forget a man like that.

Before your mind completely took over, you grabbed your coat and a cigarette, heading for the front door. The cold air nipping at your cheeks relaxed you.

As your thoughts continued racing on what your next move from here would be, you almost didn’t notice a car door slamming shut a ways away. But you knew that broad shadow.

“Why are you here, Tommy?” You asked, the exhaustion present in your voice.

“Go for a drive with me?” He said, ignoring the question.

Like you’d ever say no to him.

The entire drive, you both were silent, not knowing what to say. He drove through the bumpy streets of Small Heath and into the countryside. The only light came from Tommy’s car. He pulled off to the side of the path, placing it in park finally.

More silence and even more silence.

“Why’d you take me out here?” You whispered, scared of what he would say next.

Without looking at you, he pulled out a roll of cash from his coat pocket, placing it in your lap. His hand ghosted over your thigh before pulling away, making your breath hitch.

“You deserved to be paid for your work. You were let go without any notice, so it’s only fair I pay you for last weeks work and some extra to help you get by.” He spoke so casually, as if he hadn’t just handed you more money than you ever made in the 6 months you worked for him.

You chuckled, shaking your head. “No, this is too much. I appreciate your offer, but I can’t.” You tried to sound as confident as possible around him.

He chuckled lightly. “Y/n, if I couldn’t afford to pay you, I wouldn’t be driving all the way into town to give it to you.”

“Well, I’ll be able to pay you back…just not all at-

“Just stop. Believe it or not, I do care about what happens to you after all this. It will help you get by until you find new employment.”

You tried to hide the smile rising in your face. He cared about what happened to you.

You reached out to lightly squeeze his shoulder.

“Thank you Tommy.” He finally turned towards you. His eyes looked so tired, like he hadn’t slept in days.

“But no more money, ok? I’ll start feeling like a whore.” You both laughed, breaking the ice sitting between the two of you.

The conversations flowed from there. You never had an opportunity to really talk to him. Sneaking around never left room for that. He was easy to talk to. He told you silly stories of him and his brothers getting into trouble out here on the countryside. You told him about your strict upbringing.

“I wish I would’ve known you back then. I think we would’ve gotten on, eh?” He asked, making you blush. He was twice your age. You would’ve loved to see the person Thomas Shelby used to be, before the money and power. You tried to imagine what he would’ve been like.

“I think so too.” You said, giving him a kind smile.

…………………………………………………………………………….

Tired of the conversation, it all happened so fast. You had somehow crawled over on top of him in the drivers seat. He pulled you into a heated kiss, his pouty, plump lips bruising yours. Both of your hands were everywhere. You pushed his coat down, exposing his tight undershirt.

Everything was so fast, but you both needed this, you couldn’t wait any longer. Pulling away from his mouth, you hiked your skirt up, aligning your aching hole with his throbbing cock. As the head of his cock plunged into you, you both let out a long sigh of relief, so desperate to feel each other.

His hands forced your hips down, making you push down onto him inch my inch.

“Fuck, you’re everywhere..” you mumbled out, throwing your head into his shoulder as you tried to fit him all in.

Finally, your thighs rested on top of his own. You didn’t move an inch, trying to adjust to his size.

You heard movement outside of the car, making your head whip to the foggy window.

His hand grabbed you by the chin, pulling you down so harshly to kiss him. His tongue shot in your mouth, making you whimper against him.

Suddenly, he pushed your face away from his, making you gasp for air.

“We don’t have to hide out here, we’re all alone. Now move.” He growled, causing goosebumps to erupt on your skin. Finally, you slid up slowly only to bounce back down onto his dick.

The sex was needy and fast, like it usually was. Something about this time was different though. You felt like you didn’t have to hide yourself anymore.

You leaned forward, bracing your hands on his shoulders as you bounced up and down on him. You panted into the crook of his neck, taking in his scent and reveling in the pants and moans he let escape.

His big hands slid down your back, grabbing both sides of your ass. Lifting his hips up, he fucked himself up into you at an angry pace, one where you couldn’t move.

“Oh fuck yes, please don’t stop!” You almost screamed into his ear. He pounded even harder into you.

His fingers reached down where you both were connected, rubbing your clit that was begging to be touched.

“Come on my cock, please. I cant wait any longer.” He panted, the urgent tone of his voice egging you on.

Feeling the tension built up inside of you, you released it all at once with a silent cry. He kept fucking you relentlessly as you came on his cock.

Following quickly behind you, he pulled your face to his, pressing your foreheads together as his thrusts turned sloppy. His hands held your head in place as you felt his warm liquids shoot into you once again.

Your body went limp on top of his sweaty chest. He wrapped his big arms around your back, squeezing you into him.

“God, I don’t want to get out of you.” He sighed, rubbing your naked back.

You sat up, kissing him sweetly, letting your hands fall into his dark and disheveled hair. Minutes went by as you both came back to your own realities. You never wanted him to leave.

“Come back soon for me?” You said sheepishly, hoping this wasn’t his way of saying goodbye to you.

His eyes filled with a mischief and a smile krept up his face.

“I’m not letting you off the hook that easily.” Pulling you back down to kiss him, your heart swelled like it always did around him.

Even though you were just some maid who played no role in his extravagant lifestyle, he would come back for you. You didn’t care about his marriage or being someone in his fancy world. You wanted to be his escape from all that. He would always come back to his old stomping grounds to escape the noise of his new life. He’d always come back to escape to you.

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The Wrong Paper (Part 4)

AN: This just keeps going on and on! Thank you for the love xx.

Part 3 Part 2 Part 1

Shuri let you play whatever music you wanted as she drove into the city. She would even sing along to some of the songs. This side of her was rare. She seemed calm and positive. The Shuri you’d come to know had seemed frustrated, overwhelmed, and paranoid. Not to mention her hallucination episode. Panty-gate was real. It wouldn’t be farfetched to say you were driving her crazy. There was also her marriage.

All of that motivated you to kind of back off. You’d be lying though if you’d said you hadn’t missed her too. Her kisses had made you feel like you were suspended in the air. And her touch was cosmic. Also, she was a passionate lecturer. She cared about her students and lit up when they took an interest in the lessons.

The newness of the museum made it exciting. Everything looked shiny, polished, and put-together. The service was also on point. You and Shuri took photos of art that stood out to you. Shuri encouraged you to pose in some of the shots, too, and you returned the favor.

By the time you left, it was raining outside. Shuri purchased an umbrella off the street and held it over your heads as you both hurried to a nearby restaurant.

“Get whatever you want,” Shuri said, looking at her own menu.

“Don’t say that, I’ll order half the menu.”

At that, Shuri looked up at you with a smile. “So you’re a woman with an appetite.”

You matched her expression. “Only for good food.” This resulted into the topic of your favorite and least favorite foods.

“She’ll have half the menu,” Shuri told the waiter.

Your mouth opened in shock. “Very funny.”

“You weren’t serious?”

“No!”

You gave the waiter who looked entertained your order. When the waiter left having took both of your orders, you addressed Shuri with a shit-eating smile. “What was that?”

She smirked. “It’s not a problem if you wanted half the menu, Y/N.”

“Why’d you have to put me on the spot like that?”

She just laughed.

“This menu is pages long…” You added.

“I see it.”

Three hours later you were yawning, to which Shuri said, “let’s get you home.” The long day and itis kicked in. She reclined the passenger’s chair so you could rest more comfortably.

“Wake up, pretty.” Shuri lightly shook you. It was only when she squeezed your nose that you budged. This earned her a protest and glare. Groaning, you stretched and got out of the car. Shuri followed you to your door. “Did you have fun?”

You hummed in the affirmative, unlocking your door. “Thank you, Shuri. Did you?”

She smiled. “Definitely. I’m glad you came.”

“Don’t let wifey hear you say that.”

“You had to kill the vibe.”

You shrugged and looked at her with an “it is what it is” expression. Her mood turned sullen but that didn’t stop her from hugging you. “Good night, entle.” Her embrace was long and comforting. When it ceased, she looked at you deeply. It was like she wanted to say something or do something more. It was sexy, no doubt, but you knew she wouldn’t dare.

“Go to your car, girl,” You said, playfully pushing her.

When you went inside, you hopped in the shower, trying to work off the arousal you just experienced. Shuri had these moments where you sensed she wanted to be bold. Those eyes suggested that she wanted to take you. You were positive that if she hadn’t had a wife she would have tried to come inside your home and fuck you expeditiously.

You didn’t understand her limitations of kissing on you, letting you know that you were affecting her, and now taking you out. She might as well go all the way and get it out of her system.

Will you wait for me?

Why did that turn you on?

You observed that Shuri got her bounce back in the classroom. She was in a good mood during the lesson, which you couldn’t deny was nice to see. She wore this suit that fit her nicely, like it was custom-made—most likely that was the case. She looked so elegant and pretty yet had some masculine tendencies, like how she unabashedly sat with her legs open.

You noticed quite a few of the girls and women in the class watching her like a hawk. One day you would have to ask Shuri what it was like to stand in front of people every day who had hungry eyes when they looked at you.

“Okay, now for some exciting news,” the Wakandan professor said. “We will be launching Design clubs, which means you’ll have extra time to work on projects with each other or anyone in your network. I have sign-up sheets for your area of interest…” She went over the details and then arranged it so one row at a time could come up and sign their name.

It all sounded interesting and you knew this would boost your resume and portfolio. When it was your turn, you noticed Shuri smile at you before returning her attention to a student who she was conversing with.

“Miss Y/L/N,” she called as you proceeded up the aisle to return to your seat. You turned around to look at her inquisitively. She motioned for you to come over to her. “You only put down for one day?” You just looked at her and she continued. “I was hoping you’d be one of the ambassadors.”

“Down the line,” You said honestly.

She frowned. “This is a big opportunity, Y/N.”

“I know. Can I ease into it first?”

She looked at you searchingly and nodded. “Of course. I already know you’re going to do amazing.”

For the rest of the period, Shuri allowed you all to begin to exchange ideas and plans for the clubs.

Scotty was right there waiting for you patiently as you packed your things. Since you’d been conversing with one of your classmates, you’d gotten a little held up. You started speeding up your ministrations.

“Take your time, love, ” Scotty said to you.

You smiled at her and she smiled back. The two of you cutely averted your eyes. Your gaze landed on a brooding Shuri. You furrowed your eyebrows as if silently asking her what’s wrong.

“You okay, professor?” You spoke up.

Scotty followed your gaze, turning her head. You raised your eyebrows with a shit-eating smile when Shuri ignored you.

“Come on, Scotty, let’s go,” You said a touch louder than necessary. “The pettiness is real.” You heard Scotty let out this surprised little giggle as she walked with you out of the classroom. “Am I lying?”

“No, you’re not lying. That was petty,” Scotty agreed. “I know she heard you.”

“It’s okay, though.”

“She probably did that ‘cause I was there. I don’t think she likes me much.”

You looked at Scotty, a little taken aback, but not showing it. “Really?” She looked back at you, nodding. “What makes you say that?”

Scotty chuckled. “Just a hunch.”

You stopped walking and she did the same. You eyed her closely. “She hasn’t said anything to you, has she?”

She shook her head no. “Just mean-mugged me in the cafe.”

“Wow. For no reason?”

“For no reason. I don’t even know her.”

“I’m sorry, Scotty. You don’t deserve that.”

“No, it’s okay. I don’t care.” She laughed some, spreading out the pockets on either side of her jacket with her hands.

“You let me know if she says something to you or gives you another look, okay? I mean it, Scotty.”

She gave you her word and the two of you continued on your path. You stopped for lunch and then went to her house where she cared for her mother. After she tended to her mother, who was a kind woman, she joined you in her own room, where you both laid on your backs on her bed, listening to Kendrick Lamar in your ear buds.

The music was interrupted when your phone notified you that you were receiving an incoming call. “Shit,” you hissed, seeing Shuri’s name pop on the screen. You ended the call and looked at Scotty who was relaxed and staring at you.

“Everything okay?” She asked.

“Uh-huh!” You chirped and your phone started ringing and vibrating again.

“You can answer it, it’s okay,” Scotty assured you.

You nodded. “Let me just see what she wants. Can you put a movie on?”

She agreed and was about to ask which movie you wanted to see but stopped when you answered your phone.

“What were you going to say?” You asked your companion, putting your phone down. When she somewhat shyly stated her question, you smiled and told her to surprise you. You put your phone to your ear. “Hello?”

“Y/N, how are you?” Shuri said.

“Good, you?” You said dryly.

“Fine. I’m sorry I didn’t answer your question earlier when you were trying to see if I was okay. That was rude of me.”

“It was.”

“Do you forgive me?”

You hadn’t expected that part.

“I don’t know. What’s with you giving innocent people dirty looks?”

“…Huh? What are you talking about, Y/N?”

Scotty who’d been scanning content on Hulu looked at you with her mouth ajar. You winked at her.

“My friend Scotty. You’ve been giving her stank looks?”

“Y/N, it’s okay…” Scotty said, trying to stop you. You shook your head.

The other end of the line was quiet for what felt like a while.

“Hello?” You pressed.

“I didn’t mean anything by it,” Shuri finally said. “Since you brought her up, let me ask you this.” She paused. “Is she the reason you don’t want to take advantage of the Design club?”

You twisted your face. “What do you mean?”

“I am asking if you’d rather lallygag with her every day instead of do something productive towards your future.”

Scotty suddenly looked protective, watching your reaction. You were baffled to say the least. “What’d she say?”

You smiled at her and told her you’d be back. She got up to follow you. “No, please, stay there. It’ll only take a minute.” She huffed but complied, calling out a “wait!” and giving you her jacket in case you got cold outside.

“Y/N?” Shuri called as you hadn’t said anything.

“I’m here. Where do you get off saying that to me? Have you lost your mind?”

“It’s a simple question, entle.”

“No, it’s not! You were taking shots, implying that I don’t care about my future—which couldn’t be more false—and then accusing my friend of being a bad influence!”

The line was still quiet, though you didn’t mind continuing anyway. “For why, though? You don’t know what we do, how we spend our time when we’re together and newsflash, your little club is not my only option. Stop being petty and jealous, it’s not a good look on you, and leave Scotty out of it. She doesn’t bother anyone.”

Shuri spoke after another pause, unsure if you were done sticking it to her. “I’m sorry I care about you and your choices, sthandwa.”

“Well, you need a better way to show it! Knowing you, you probably created this club as a way to…you know what? Never mind. It ain’t even worth it.”

“No, continue. Say what you were going to say, pretty.”

It was annoying how calm she was being and using all these pet names. “No, just forget it. I said what I had to say. Leave Scotty out of it.”

“You keep talking about Scotty, but I want to talk about you…what were you going to say?”

Knowing she wasn’t going to let it go, you exhaled. “Knowing you, you just want me to be in this club so it can cut my time with her.”

“Mmm.” You tried to ignore how sultry that sounded. “So in other words, so I can have you all to myself.”

“Yes,” you grumbled.

“Well, it’s not just you in this club,” she sounded amused. “However, yes, I do like that it would give us more time together. Any Y/N time is good.”

“I’m not doing this with you.”

“Call me when you’re ready, so I can make it up to you.”

“Whatever, Shuri.”

When you returned to Scotty’s room, her eyes glued to you.

“Hey,” you said, offering a light smile.

“Hey,” she repeated.

“I’m sorry about that. I had to set her straight.” You sat next to her and she looked engrossed in thoughts. “You alright, love?”

She nodded lightly.

“I can tell you have something on your mind. Say it.”

She pressed her lips together inwardly before looking at you. “Are you seeing Professor Shuri?”

Part 5

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nimnomdimsum · 7 months

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Group project

It was a mistake

You knew you shouldn’t have tried something new. Shouldn’t have gotten out of your comfort zone, it never leads to anything good.

You were practically running down the stairs, trying to escape whatever the fuck that club was. Why’d you have to be curious about VAMPIRES out of all things? Why not butterflies, or flowers? No. It had to be blood sucking vampires and u had to join a club with a bunch of fanatics who won’t stfu and are too graphic about how to kill a vampire. Especially that blondey monoma , Fucking creep. He made u so uncomfortable that u just ran out the minute he started talking. The details made queasy and light headed. You felt as if you lungs were gonna pop you were breathing so hard, when you got out of the club and onto campus, you realise your frantic breathing wouldn’t stop, tears were running down your face, everything was spinning and you were scared.

What was happening? Why does it hurt so much? Why can’t you breathe??Are you having a panic attack right now?

These questions didn’t help you calm down and you felt as if you were gonna pass out so you found a nearby bench to sit on and closed your eyes, trying to get your breathing to settle. Not a minute later u hear a very tired but worried voice say, “Hey…are you ok?”

You look up to see droopy half lidded purple eyes with eye bags that can rival a science major. His indigo hair was unruly and you recognised it somwhere…

“Hey! Can you hear me, are you ok?” Repeated the purple haired boy. You finally focused on him and shook your head. He came closer and put a hand on your shoulder, crouched down and looked into your eyes, “ Answer me with your words this time. Are you ok?”

Struggling to even move you push the word no out in a desperate and clumsy manner.

“Calm down and breathe slowly “

Suddenly, it all stopped, your breathing slowed and the tears stopped, you were fine but it felt strange, like someone pressed the off button and you were kinda sleepy. “You feeling better?”

The boy was staring at u the whole time, he looked slightly relieved.

“Yeah I’m ok thanks, how’d you do that?”

His eyes widened and a slight smirk broke his neutral expression “I didn’t think you’d notice. It’s my quirk, brainwash” he said offering you a hand. You took it, tucking That new information somewhere in ur brain. When you got up u nearly hit the floor again your legs were so wobbly

“Hey be careful! My quirk doesn’t deal with the aftermath”, the purple crayon said(I got tired) while grabbing your elbow and hip to steady you.You guys were standing fairly close in this position and it gave you time to figure out where U know him from. U also took this time to take in all the features u missed. He had dimple when he smiled and unusually sharp canines, his hair was indigo yes but there was a few different shades of purple In his hair aswell, small segments of lavender and violet making beautiful patterns of highlights. His eyes were quite unique as well, while purple wasn’t an unusual colour these days due to quirks, his had a thin sheen of red and his pupils were thinned out, like an angry cat. By the time he started getting uncomfortable with u staring it clicked.

“Allcock”, U blurted out.

His whole face went through 4 different emotions but he soon had a neutral expression with an eyebrow raised.

“What did u just say?” He asked with an amused glimmer in his eyes.

Blushing, realising what u just said, you give him a sheepish smile, “professor allcock, we take the same philosophy class.”

“Oh”

“Yeah I recognised u by ur hair, I actually didn’t know u had a Face”

His eyes widened and he tipped his head back in laughter.

“Really?I didn’t realise. I normally just record what the prof is saying on my computer. Speaking of class, what are you doing here? Class is in”-he checks his watch-“4 hours.”

You stand there in silence, mulling over whether U should tell him or not you should tell him the truth. You close your eyes and decide to come clean, “I’ve recently been interested in vampires and there’s a club on campus that specialises in vampires so I wanted to check it out but they were way too graphic and made me very uncomfortable so I ran out and then I-“

“Hey, hey, breath ok? We don’t want another panic attack on our hands do we?” He says with a reassuring yet playful smile.

You nod embarrassed, trying to catch your breathe.

After your breathing is normal you realise it’s gotten a silent. Awkward silent. While u were looking for ways to fix it, he beat u too it, breaking the silence with, “Tell you what, If u be my partner for the next philosophy project, I’ll tell u what you need to know about vampires.”

You look at him suspiciously, “what do you know about vampires?”

He looks around him to see if there was anyone around before smirking and coming closer to your face.

He bends down a little and opens his mouth, u stare in confusion then amazement as he makes his canines sharper and hollow. You look at his eyes and that red sheen starts glowing brighter and brighter until his irises are no longer seen. Your eyes go wide and u gasp, “You’re a-a-!”He quickly puts his hand over your mouth before bringing a finger to his grinning one with a wink.

“So how about it huh? Do we have a deal?”

Still in shock you nod your head yes. He smiles wider before asking you for your phone, you absentmindedly take it out and unlock it for him. As he taps away you can’t but feel like your dreaming.

He’s a vampire, I love vampires! They’re so cool. Oh my god, I’m gonna do my project with a real life vamp-

A notification from his phone interrupts your thoughts and he hands your phone back to you

“There. See u in class!” He says with a wave and turns around, walking away.

You wave back before looking down at your phone and rolling your eyes at what he saves himself as:

‘Cool vampire dude’

You assumed the notification from his phone was a text he sent himself so you checked, you were right but this time the message made you smile fondly;

‘💜💜💜’

Im taking so long to write pt 4 of the Megumi ff so have this shitty shinso ff I wrote in April😋

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Call Me Cinnamon

Chapter 3: Huh. Well, That's New.

Notes: Thisssss took foreverrrrrr. But it's done now! So here you go :3 Also, big thanks to @obsidiancreates for beta reading!

Walking into the station, the two — technically three — almost immediately ran into Lassiter, who also happened to be going in.

“Lassie! Fancy seeing you here.” They had stopped at the front doors inside, next to the counter at the entrance.

He just gave Shawn an icy stare. “Spencer, I work here. You on the other hand, do not.”

He’s about to continue walking further down the hall. Shawn asked, “Where’s Jules?”

“Not that it’s any of your business, but she’s in the Chief’s office. What are you two doing here? Don’t you have your own circus to run?”

“Okay first of all: ouch, Lassie. You wound me. And Gus too. Second of all: we run a very real private detective business, solving your very real crimes.”

Lassiter scoffed. “Oh please. A frat house run by monkeys would be better at solving crimes than you two buffoons.”

Shawn heard a small ‘ooo buuuurned!’ from Cinnamon, but ignored her and continued “-and third of all: the Chief called us in for a meeting, said it was urgent. Not sure what it’s about. Although,” he quickly comes to a realization, and raises his fingers to his temple, “I’m sensing that it’s the same meeting she scheduled with you and Jules.”

Lassiter’s face scrunched up in confusion. “What? Why would she call you two in?”

Gus cut in before Shawn could. “No idea. She didn’t say anything over the phone.”

Shawn noticed that Cinnamon was being uncharacteristically quiet, save for the comment from earlier. He looked over at the nearest reflection — a mirror just above the bench at the entryway— and saw her standing directly in front of Lassiter, the biggest grin ever on her face.

“God, he is so much hotter in person.”

That really caught him off guard. Sure, Lassie was good looking, to the point where even he couldn’t deny it. But he didn’t expect her to say it so bluntly and up front like that. That seemed to be a common theme with Cinnamon.

She started rambling. “…but damn, I forgot he got that horrible haircut. It’s absolutely atrocious. He looked so much better in… 2008? No, no… 2011! Yeah, 2011.” She put a finger to her chin in thought. "But it did look really nice in 2017." She nodded to herself, but looked confused for a second. “Wait. It’s 2010 now, right?”

Subconsciously, Shawn let out a short laugh before trying to cover it.

But Lassiter caught it, and asked, “What’s so funny?”

Shawn thought on his feet, and quickly said, “Oh, nothing. Just the spirits. And…oh!” His fingers sprung back up to his head. “They are saying your haircut is, quote-unquote, ‘atrocious’.”

Unimpressed, he just gave Shawn a look and turned around.

“Wait, noooo! Why’d you say that I said that? Tell him I take it back!”

Too late. Lassiter had already stalked off.

“You’re just mad jealous I like Lassie more than you.”

Shawn huffed a small sigh. He was about to tell her to suck it, but stopped himself, remembering that he was literally the only person who could even hear Cinnamon. He turned to Gus. “Go on ahead, tell the Chief I'll be right there.”

Gus hesitates a for a second, looking like he’s going to ask why. But he just says, “Alright.” and walked to the chief’s office.

He pulled out his phone and pretended to call someone. Putting it up to his ear, he said “Rule 5-”

“You mean rule 4.”

“What? No, I mean rule 5.”

“Technically, rule 4 doesn’t exist, since you forgot it. So, that automatically makes the next one rule 4.”

Shawn rubbed his eyes with his free hand. At this point, he was too tired to argue. He was running on roughly three and a half hours of sleep and nothing to keep him awake. Not even coffee. The world was cruel like that.

“…Fine, rule 4: no making off handed comments about Lassie. Or anyone, actually.”

“Aww what, why?!”

“Because, despite being set back the crippling disability of not seeing the future, I can just tell that you won't be able to shut up about him-”

“You don’t know that...”

“-and I really don’t want to hear what you think about Lassie’s ass.” A police officer walked by and gave him a strange look when he said that last part. Shawn just waved awkwardly.

“…uhm, I never actually said anything about his ass, dude.”

He backtracked, and realized Cinnamon was right. “Don't change the subject."

"But I didn't-"

"Just... keep it PG, alright?"

"Ugghh fine. Whatever."

“What’s the deal with your obsession with Lassie, anyway?

She traded her slightly irritated expression for one that looked like she was daydreaming. “His wet cat personality and autistic rizz have captivated me.”

“…I’m not even going to ask what that means.”

“Good. I wasn’t gonna tell you anyways.”

That tracked. "This is so weird. He's like, 17 years older than you, at most."

She started nodding along, but stopped and thought for a minute. "No, wait. He's like..." She started counting on her fingers. "...23- no, 22 years older than me right now."

That made Shawn stop and think too, quickly doing the math in his head. “Wait, You’re not even 21 yet?”

She looked very confused when he said that. “Why would you think I’m older than 21?”

He raised his eyebrows. “You’re literally wearing a jacket for a pub right now.” She was, in fact, wearing a zip-up hoodie advertising a pub. It had been completely unzipped to show off her shirt, which was a forest green shirt advertising a place called Westview, the colors complimenting her vibrant red hair. Was that why she preferred to be called Cinnamon? Because of her hair color? He was getting off track.

She looked down at what she was wearing, and said, “Oh yeah, I forgot I was wearing that.” She fiddled with the zipper. “I only got it because my family takes me and my siblings there a lot, and it looked really comfy.”

“Okay, so if you’re 19, then-”

"I should've chosen something better. Like, literally anything else in my closet would’ve been good. Can't believe this is the fit I have to wear for eternity."

"...I think you'll be fine." Where was he? "So, if you're 19..." Shawn’s face scrunched up. “Oh. Ew, that means Lassie-”

“-is old enough to be my dad, yeah yeah yeah. But that just means I can call him a dilf.”

“What.”

“Don’t worry about it. Now come onnnn, the Chief is waiting for you! Us, technically. Also, I kinda wanna see what this meeting is about.” She was right. They had been talking for a little longer than he thought they would. He ‘ended’ the phone call, and ran over to Chief Vick’s office. On the way over, Cinnamon muttered song lyrics under her breath. He caught a few words — I know, you know — but didn't recognize it. It was probably some future song she conveniently had stuck in her head.

When he walked in, he saw that Juliet and Lassiter had taken the seats in front of Chief’s desk, the former being on the right and the latter being on the left. Gus had opted to stand between but also a little behind the both of them. Which left Shawn to stand to next to Gus’ right side.

“Good to see you could finally make it, Mr. Spencer.” The chief got up from her desk and began pulling down all of the blinds. Consequently, that also meant getting rid of the reflections, save for the very dull and warped one coming off of her glass fish, which was where Cinnamon now had to reside. However, she had not been standing in view of the fish’s reflection originally, which meant she was unceremoniously shoved towards it by an unseen force.

"Mother fu-"

“Now, I want you all to listen to what I have to say very carefully.” She pulled out a file, one that was labeled ‘Channing, Amber’.

“Last night, we were called in to investigate a car wreck, as I’m sure you remember, detectives?”

Lassiter straightened up. “Of course, Chief. Amber Channing: lost control of her car in the sudden rainstorm and drove off the side of the road into a tree. Her head was practically split in two. But we had already ruled it an accident.”

That caught Cinnamon’s attention. “Wait, isn’t that how I-?”

She was silenced when the Chief opened the file, setting it on her desk for everyone to see.

"Wow. That car is fuuuucked."

Once again, Shawn had to hold back a laugh. This was going to be a problem, wasn’t it?

“Like Lassiter said, this is Amber Channing, the mayors daughter. Although she was better known by the nickname her father gave her: Cinnamon.”

He frowned when she said that. These similarities between the mayor’s daughter and Cinnamon were beginning to unnerve him. First it was the eerily identical deaths, now the nicknames? What’s next, they both look the same? Have the same hobbies? Either Cinnamon had extremely poor memory and this was turning into ‘The Butterfly Effect’, or this was starting to turn into one of those cheesy sci-fi movies with a parallel world the main character was sent to.

Parallel world. It was like he struck a chord deep in his chest. Where had he come up with that thought? As far as he was concerned, he had never seen or heard of any media portraying that trope. What was going on?

Chief Vick continued. “We’ve received some concerning evidence from our new coroner earlier. This might not be something as simple as someone losing control of their car in the rain.”

Juliet leaned forward a bit, curious. “What are you saying?”

“I’m saying this is a cover up. Someone killed her and made it look like an accident. Obviously done by an amateur.”

Pointing at the photos of the crime scene, she continued. “As was pointed out by Mr. Strode, some of the cuts and bruises on Ms. Channing’s body don’t exactly match up with the damage done to the car.”

Shawn couldn’t help but ask, “I’m sorry, Chief. You know I’m not really one to look a horse in the nose. But,” He motioned to Gus and himself. “where do we come in?”

Before the Chief could get a word out, Gus said, “The saying is ‘looking a gift horse in the mouth’ Shawn.”

“I’ve heard it both ways.”

Chief Vick was visibly restraining herself from rolling her eyes. “I was getting to that.” She moved the photo of the wreck and revealed a new one underneath. "There was a note written on the windshield — or, what was left of it." There was indeed writing on the glassy remains of the windshield. It looked like it had been written in glowing green ink. Although it was almost impossible to read, having been written in a swoopy caligraphy. It read-

"Good luck, Shawn Spencer"

"As far as we and the photographers are concerned, that wasn't there the night of the crash. Nor was it originally in this picture. It just... appeared."

———

The meeting was over now. Chief Vick had ordered them to convene in the morgue and examine the body for themselves.

Before Shawn could take another step out of the office, Gus stopped him. “Shawn, can I speak to you for a minute?”

He froze a bit before pretending to act completely natural. “Uhhh yeah! Sure, man. What’s up?”

“Nice. Real smooth.”

“Why were you talking to yourself outside Chief’s office?”

“Ooohhh shit, he’s on to us.”

“Gus, don’t be the grass on this side of the road. I’m fine! I promise.”

Cinnamon let out a little snort, and Gus made a tsch sound. “I’m not stupid, Shawn. I know you didn’t call anyone. Besides, you’ve been acting weird all morning. You haven’t made a single pop culture reference. You're still wearing your clothes from yesterday! So why. Were you. Talking to yourself?”

“Spencer! Guster!” They both look down the hall and see Lassiter, Juliet, and Chief Vick standing impatiently down the hall.

“Be right there, Lassie!” Shawn turns back to Gus. “Okay dude, I promise you the second I can, I’ll tell you everything.”

Gus looked like he wanted to argue a bit more, but ended up giving in. “Fine. But you’re telling me all the details, don’t leave anything out.”

—————

Notes: That’s it! Grrr I can’t wait to write out the next chapter

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The villain sidesteps the hero’s punch with the same shit-eating grin they were wearing the other day. “You missed,” the villain says lightly as their fist swings into the empty space.

After the villain came across them at the bus stop, the hero had feared the worst about their work, but they’d been quite happy to continue their usual misdeeds and annoying dodging of the hero’s punches. The only aspect remaining of that evening is that grin the villain has that they wish they could slap off the criminal’s face.

“Oh, don’t muddy the face, dear,” they continue as the hero rounds on them for another go, their fist just brushing against the villain’s hair as they lean back from their fist. “I have a date tonight. I want to look my best.”

“As if you could ever get a date,” the hero finally retorts, and the grin they get at the response is ecstatic.

“You think too low of me, [Hero].” Their body is poised for the edge of the roof, about to make another one of their easily preventable escapes. “I think I’ve found someone quite special.”

The cafe is quieter in the evenings, and Jace is forever thankful for that. They got out from the agency half an hour ago, their hero persona discarded at the door, and they barely had time to make themself look half-decent before heading here.

The bell to the cafe tingles lightly as they push it open, and someone at one of the tables jumps up excitedly at their entrance. “Jace!” the villain – or Maxi, they suppose – calls with a quick wave over.

They smile as Jace sits opposite them, the expression almost kind. “I didn’t think you’d actually call.” Maxi pushes a drink towards them – a caramel latte. Their favourite. “I’m flattered you did though. Wasn’t sure if we were good enough friends.”

“Why’d you get this?” Jace gestures to the drink in front of them, and the grin returns. The adrenaline of the fight is missing though, so instead of leaping across the table at them Jace just scowls knowingly.

“You always go to the coffee shop outside the agency and get one,” they say as if it's obvious information. “What, do you not want it? I’ll have it.”

Jace raises the cup hurriedly to their mouth to stop Maxi as they lean across the table, relieved when they lean back again in their chair as they take a sip of it. It’s nice – warm, not too hot, with just the right amount of caramel to balance out the coffee. First the umbrella, and now the oddly flavourful drink. What’s with the pleasantries outside of work?

“I heard that [Villain] was going on a date this evening,” Maxi continues, their voice laced with amused pointedness, and Jace’s scowl only deepens at the words.

“I doubt that,” they say flatly, admittedly a little smug when Maxi deflates. “I don’t really see why anyone in their right mind would like them.”

“They’re not that bad really–”

“You’re siding with the person trying to level the city every week?”

Maxi opens their mouth to defend themself, but the silence that follows proves how nothing comes to mind that saves face as a civilian. Jace takes another innocent sip as their gaze turns to the table worriedly.

“Do you really think they’re that bad?”

Jace meets their somewhat pathetic gaze with dismay. Are they really doing this now?

“I think us civilians generally don’t like the guy trying to destroy our stuff all the time,” they say pointedly, and Maxi nods like they’re taking mental notes. “I don’t think they’re a lost cause, though. Just... on the wrong tracks.”

“As if the heroes are on the right ones,” Maxi spits a little too harshly.

“I thought you wanted me to rant about my boss, anyway,” they cut in quickly. Probably best for the both of them if they’re not loudly announcing a dislike for the agency. “And you don’t have the excuse of a bus to leave this time.”

Maxi perks up a little at that. “More fuel to the fire,” they say lightly, their previous bitterness gone. “Do tell.”

Jace tells them about how the superhero made a show of embarrassing them in front of all their colleagues and how it resulted in a snowball effect across the whole agency – how the receptionists clearly developed a newfound distaste for them, how the other heroes looked down on them, how they spent a fiver in a vending machine that didn’t dispense anything. The superhero has somehow singlehandedly ruined their reputation with everyone within a five mile radius of the agency, and it’s ruining everything.

Maxi hangs onto every word, leaning their face on their hands against the table in fascination as they talk. They only make a noise when Jace finally stops speaking, a huff escaping them like they were holding their breath.

“You should quit,” they offer unhelpfully.

“Kind of hard with my job,” Jace retorts with a shrug, taking another nonchalant swig of the drink. “They can hate me but I’m still needed.”

“Hm,” is all Maxi says, and the pair fall into silence.

When the hero walks into the agency the next day, they’re greeted by a rather frantic looking hero. “[Hero]!” He grabs them by the shoulders and they flinch at the vice-like grip. “What the hell did you do?”

“I– what? I don’t know.” They look past him, their gaze falling on a group of heroes and agency workers gathered around one of the reception desks, watching something on the computer behind it. “Did something happen?”

“Your villain, [Hero]!” He shakes them slightly as if that will make his words go in better. “They’ve gone off the rails! [Superhero] is dead.”

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ninjagirlstar5 · 10 months

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Protag Teruya AU - Prologue Part 1 - The Beach Episode

Wrapping up part 1 of the Prologue, wooo.

No TWs apply to this current post.

Prologue Part 2 Beginning

Disclaimer: While Sannotori is problematic, it’s a thing in this AU/fic and the dynamic is not the same as it is in canon.

The Protag Teruya AU was inspired by @/anotherprofessional’s post! Beware of Void spoilers though!

It didn’t take long for them to reach their destination, his shoes hitting the warm sands of a beach. He was shaking badly from the impromptu flight but he managed to hold his ground.

“Hmm…it seems we explored everywhere we could.” Mikado then huffed, crossing his arms. “Augh, to think the Kagarin heir would be so slimy. If punching him didn’t result in being blacklisted in future companies, I’d have done it in a heartbeat.”

“K-Kagarin heir…?” He asked, trying to catch his breath. Mikado looked at him.

“The Kagarins are a conglomerate that specializes in technological advancements, specifically for astronomy. I did some freelance work for them in the past before coming here. I didn’t think the heir would be here though…” The mask frowns. “But that’s besides the point. Why don’t we go over everything we know to organize our thoughts?”

“Yeah, sure…Just, haaa…let me calm down.” He said, taking deep breaths to calm his racing heart. The moment he calmed down, he stood up straighter and spoke. “There are…a lot of different people around. And there’s at least fifteen of us, right?”

“Right. But unfortunately, we couldn’t find any clues that could narrow down our hypotheses. All we have are guesses to what’s going on…” Mikado said, lifting his hand up to his mouth in thought.

“Yeah…and almost everyone is calm about this…” He hesitates before turning to his friend. “Do you…Do you think we’re taking this too seriously?”

“A decent dose of skepticism has kept me safe for years, my dear. There’s nothing wrong with being too serious.” Mikado crosses his arms with a sigh. “And if I’m wrong, I’m wrong and we can simply move on.” He remains quiet for a while before slowly nodding his head.

He still had a bad feeling nagging at his gut, but he tried to push it down as he checked his watch.

“…Wow, it’s been two hours already. Maybe now is the time to gather everyone?” Mikado tilts his head before nodding his head.

“Yes, I believe so. It’ll be good to discuss everything as a group.” Mikado said as he started to float away. “I’ll go east, you go west. We’ll be able to cover more ground that way.” He gave the wizard a thumbs up before turning on his heel and jogging onto the pathway. He barely heard Mikado fly off, the flap of his cape disappearing in the blink of an eye.

It didn’t take long to gather everyone. While some of them needed convincing (mostly Yuri and the guy that refused to give them his name, if the displeased look on Mikado’s face was any indication), they were all there. Not a single person is missing from the group.

It was somehow relieving to know that.

“So, we’re all here now…” Yuki was the first to speak up. He looks around the group of teenagers, all very different in personality and talents. Except for the one amnesiac that didn’t have any memory of who he is, let alone his own talent and name.

He can’t help but feel like he stands out in the group. It makes him feel a little anxious...

“Hey, hey, why’d we all have to gather? I wanna explore the island some moooore….” Hibiki complained barely a second later. He tried to ignore her.

“Well, there are a couple of reasons why we called you all here.” Mikado starts, raising his hand. He can already see one of the students, the unnamed guy, dozing off underneath a palm tree. The wizard starts counting on his fingers. “The first is so we could all gather together and get to know each other better. And the second reason is-”

“Regarding our current situation, I presume.” Kokoro interrupted. Mikado’s mask flattens its expression.

“Yes, that.” Mikado huffs as he scratches the back of his head. “We need to discuss the possibilities of what’s going on and how that could affect us as a group.”

“Yeah, we need to talk about that.” Yoruko spoke up with a smile, playing with her scarf. “Glad to see we have at least some regular people here.”

“Wait, so you’re telling me the fucking wizard is one of the normal ones?” Nikei said with a hand on his hips. He seems to have taken some mild offense to that.

“What situation? What are you guys talking about?” Shinji sweats as his eyebrows rise. He put a hand on his hip as he raised his other. “Isn’t this just the entrance ceremony?”

“I, uh, wouldn’t call waking up on an island with no memory of where we are or how we got here an entrance ceremony…” He said, if only because he really didn’t think now was the time to be all relaxed about this. For all they knew, they were kidnapped and brought to this island for nefarious reasons.

“Thank you.” Yoruko waves her hand, closing her eyes in annoyance. “At least someone is proving my point here.”

“After speaking with all of you…” Mikado quickly moves the topic back on course. “…it feels like there’s something suspicious about this.”

“I agree.” He chimes in, pressing his hand against his chest. “I’ve been getting a really bad feeling since I woke up on this island, and I’m just…waiting for the other shoe to drop.” No one responded to his words, almost as if half of them were finally realizing how wrong this all feels.

“…I’m honestly more amazed that there are people like you who are perfectly calm about waking up on a random island.” Yoruko turns her attention to Setsuka, who immediately raises her hands with a shrug.

“Now, now…No need to be so serious, Pinkie Pie.” The billiards player said with a tease. Yoruko sighs as she looks away.

“It’s Yoruko Kabuya. Please get it right, Setsuka.”

“Okie dokie, I guess you didn’t like that one, Yuko.” Setsuka puts her hand on her hip and points upwards while Yoruko gaps at the sudden change in nickname. “But what’s the point in getting all worked up? It’s probably just a school event.”

“Uh…maybe?” It was Hajime this time, having his own hand on his hip. “I have heard that Hope’s Peak has done some crazy shit from time to time, since it’s so huge.” Somehow, he found himself agreeing. It did feel like a famous place like Hope’s Peak would pull off a crazy stunt just for their Ultimate students.

It still didn’t make it right. They should’ve at least told them about this island field trip in advance before whisking them away without warning.

“Well, they do say that this school randomly has stuff like puppies growing ten stories tall, or buildings suddenly exploding…” Iroha said with an awkward laugh. He blinked at her with wide eyes, not really expecting that kind of response.

“What is the deal with this school…?” Shinji asked, dropping his arms while sweating. Honestly, he took the words right out of his mouth.

“But if those stories are true, then it’s possible that this is also some kind of event.” Emma chimed in, before closing her eyes and basking in the breeze with open arms. “A beautiful, tropical island…a once-in-a-lifetime opening ceremony caressed by a warm breeze…An image forever engraved in your memories!” He presses his lips together into a tight line, hesitating.

The more they talked about it, the more this situation started to feel less abnormal and more…typical? As if his gut was telling him that what they’re saying wasn’t wrong and that the school was probably just as eccentric as they think it is.

Maybe his suspicion is wrong then…?

“Let’s not be too relaxed.” Mikado cuts in, almost as if he was on edge. “Even if that’s true, that still leaves the issue that there isn’t anyone else but us on the island. And the school has yet to contact us in any way.”

“Honestly, I’m like eighty percent sure that this is a kidnapping.” Yuri said, subtly agreeing even if he wouldn’t say it out loud with Mikado being a guy.

“Ehhh?! A kidnapping?!” Iroha yelled out, immediately becoming scared at the thought of the situation being a lot more serious than she thought. She wasn’t full blown panicking just yet but it looked like she was on the edge of it.

“My kidnapping sense is tingling.” Yuri raises his hands with a big smile, talking like this was a normal thing. He was probably happier to turn his attention to a girl, being the misandrist he is. “As a veteran of being kidnapped, I’ve got a feeling that this must be a kidnapping on a grand scale!”

“The hell do you mean, ‘kidnapping sense?!’” Shinji put his hands on his hips. It looks like he’s also growing nervous as well. Emma crosses her arms and looks to the side, still relatively calm but considering now.

“Hmmm…If this is a kidnapping, the culprit must be quite daring if they chose to target all of Hope’s Peak’s freshmen.”

“Wait a sec!” Hibiki cuts in with a point of her finger. “If we have been kidnapped, shouldn’t we be tied up or have somebody guarding us or something? I’ve never heard of a kidnapping where the kidnapper just let their victims run around an island willy-nilly!”

“I…don’t know about that. Just because we aren’t locked up doesn’t mean that the situation is any better.” He speaks up, trying to calm himself down as he recalled Mikado’s words from before. “If our kidnappers are allowing us to roam freely, they might be confident enough to think we won’t be able to escape that easily.”

“Except there’s a boat sitting on the shore.” Setsuka steps in with a raise of her hand. He opens his mouth to retort but the billiards player stops him. “Sure, the door is locked, but it does mean we have a way to leave.”

“Well, I guess that is very different from your average kidnapping.” Yuri said, almost stepping down from his idea instantly.

“I don’t think it’s that serious.” Hajime said, who is a lot more composed than everyone else in the group. He almost felt a little jealous for his calmness. “The world ain’t all that bad, and it’s not easy kidnapping all of the new students of a government-run high school.”

“Oooh, this is gold. ‘Nefarious Crime or Scholastic Event?’ Yeah, that would definitely be today’s headline.” He can hear Nikei from here and turns to see him writing something down in his notepad. He licks his lips, feeling as though everyone was starting to lose the seriousness of the situation.

“But, um, even if this was just a school event, it’s not…There’s a lot of issues with it. They never told us about this field trip and none of us remember how we got here. It’s just…so suspicious!” He felt his voice raise a little bit, nearly cracking at his own tone. Everyone turns to stare at him, which only makes him feel even more tense. “It’s been several hours since I’ve woken up on this island. Shouldn’t something have happened by now?!”

“...It is a bit disorganized, I admit.” Setsuka rubs the back of her head awkwardly. “Like they have no idea what they’re doing…”

“But, like, what should we be doing…? It’s not like we can stay on the boat right now…” Hibiki said, looking a bit more worried now. Mikado’s mask slowly blinks before rubbing his chin.

“We don’t know enough about what’s going on right now, so why don’t we stick together instead of splitting up?” Mikado suggested and everyone started to nod in agreement.

“I think that’s a good idea. We’ll be able to look out for each other if we stay close!” Yuki said. Shinji smiles as well with his hand on his hip.

“Yeah, I agree. Sitting around bickering isn’t going to solve anything.” He chimes in.

“Roger. So we stay here until something else happens.” Nikei raises his hand with a grin. Iroha holds her sketchbook against her chest, seemingly cheering up now that the situation is starting to lighten up.

“Oooh, how about we talk to each other some more! I’d love to get to know you all.” Iroha happily walked up to the nearest person, who happened to be Setsuka. Before anyone could say anything else, though, the unnamed man seemed to have woken up at some point and started chuckling. Even from here, he can see the arrogant smirk on his face.

“Huh? What’s up with that look?” Shinji asked, narrowing his eyebrows but still having a genial smile.

“So you dragged me here just to talk about this shit. Ugh. Precious seconds of my life, down the drain.” The guy said, cleaning out his ear with his finger. He felt himself become defensive but Hajime was the first to reply.

“Hey, no need to be a jerk. It’s true that we haven’t solved anything yet, but we’re at least trying to figure out the situation.” The boxer said with a raised eyebrow. The messy guy only shrugged his shoulders, uncaring but still having that smarmy grin.

“Whatever. Only reason I showed up is ‘cause I was morbidly curious about you brats.” He then drops his smile and puts his hands in his pockets, turning away. “Can’t see what I’d gain out of getting chummy with you people, so I’m just gonna pass.” He feels his heart sink a little at the casual admittance.

“Wh-What?! Hold it! You can’t just talk trash out of the blue and leave!” Yoruko yells out as she clenches her fists. Her voice falls on deaf ears, though, as the guy walks away without another word.

“....Aaaand he’s gone. That guy has some kinda grudge against the world or something?” Nikei asked, although he suspects it was more a rhetorical question than anything else.

“When I tried to introduce myself to him, he’s the only one who didn’t tell me anything…” Iroha said. It barely made him feel better, knowing that he and Mikado weren’t the only ones that got rudely dismissed.

“Ewww, I have to go to school with a guy like that?! No way! He looks like an old fart!” Despite Hibiki’s loud complaints, he couldn’t help but snort at the way she worded herself.

“Well, like Iroha said, it can’t hurt to get to know each other, at least.” Emma said, calm and maybe a bit hopeful.

“Ooh, since we’re all sticking together, I have a great idea.” Setsuka speaks up with a smile, pointing as she puts her hand on her hip. “We’ve got sun, sand, and surf. Why not go for a swim?”

“What?” He said without a second thought. Setsuka just gives him a nonchalant grin as she shrugs.

“That store over there has some swimsuits. I didn’t see anyone working there, so I’m sure they wouldn’t mind if we borrowed a few for a bit.” Setsuka said, looking like she wanted to go and do it, regardless of what anyone said. Yuki, however, seemed to be against the idea.

“But that’s not what we’re here for!!! We’re supposed to be figuring things out, not messing around!” Yuki raises his hands, curling his eyebrows as he gapes at Setsuka.

“I agree. Even if this is a school event, what are we gonna do if the teachers show up?!” Yoruko said, once again being the voice of reason amongst the group. However, the moment Setsuka dropped the idea into everyone’s heads, it seemed like most of them had taken to it like a fish to water.

“Let’s hurry up and swim!” Yuri said, jumping onto the bandwagon with a huge grin on his face.

“Wooooo! Swimming is awesome! Can’t remember the last time I had a beach day!” Shinji yelled out, his energy suddenly skyrocketing once again as he raises his fists. Mikado cringed at the yelling, nearly taking a step closer to him again.

“Wait-” Yuki was still resisting the idea but Iroha steamrolls him with her words without a thought.

“Oooh! That’s totally what they’d do at a school event!” Her eyes shined like gemstones, excitement radiating off of her. “Come on, let’s all go pick out swimsuits!”

“No way I’m gonna miss out on swimming! Let’s go, Kanade!” Hibiki cheerily joined in, but her sister seemed to be a bit more apprehensive.

“U-Uh…?! S-Sis, I don’t really want to swim…” Kanade tries to resist but her sister is already dragging her by the hand.

“Oh, whatever. What’s the worst that could happen? Count me in.” Hajime chimed in with a shrug and a hand behind his head.

“Let’s go!” Nikei said, almost taking the lead as the group leaves. Only Emma, Kokoro, Yoruko, Yuki, Mikado and himself were left in the dust. They all just stand there, either accepting the outcome or simply being dumbfounded.

“They all just…left.” He said, unsure of what else he could say. Mikado merely nodded. Yuki just stood there for one more second before finally snapping.

“Ugh, I give up! These Ultimates are used to doing things their own way!” Yuki tosses his hands up in the air before lowering himself close to the ground. He wasn’t sitting down, exactly, but he might as well be hugging his legs. Emma simply laughs but makes no move to join the others. It seems Kokoro was too busy with her tablet to care at all. Yoruko just sighs, also giving up. On the other hand, he…was a bit more hesitant. Should they really move on from their discussion of the situation? The lack of information was really driving him up the wall.

But when he glances at Mikado, he seems to have caught his eye and shook his head.

“There’s not much else we can do, my dear.” Mikado said, seemingly calmer than he was before. He wavers before finally caving in and nodding. He couldn’t think of any better ideas and it’s not like they can break into the ship anyway.

“I’m…I’m gonna go join them!” He exclaimed, deciding to commit to this decision. He didn’t want to keep worrying about the situation. If he can have fun and make new friends, then why not? It’s not like they had any other information to work with and it’ll help pass some time before they have to seek shelter for the night. The pier with the lodge houses would take care of that easily if the cruise ship doesn’t open up by the time they're done. But that does leave the question of food…No, no, he didn’t want to worry about it so he shouldn’t!

“What?!” Yuki shot to his feet with his jaw nearly dropping. “Not you too! We could be in a dangerous situation!”

“A-And you’re right! We could be!” He raises his hands, trying to placate his fellow student. “But maybe we are worrying over nothing. Maybe the staff and teachers are just…hiding out on the ship, which is why it’s locked. Maybe they’re just letting us…do our own thing, to see if we can develop our talents…?” He was just spitballing random ideas to wave away the suspicion. But it was clear that everyone nearby wasn’t buying it, not even Emma who was the most easy-going out of their current group. He slumps over. “...I know that’s just an excuse. But I just…don’t want to be anxious about this whole thing. Especially if it turns out to be nothing after all.”

“...Well, constantly worrying isn’t good for your health.” Emma said with her arms crossed. Her tone was amicable and she was giving him a gentle smile. “If you think joining everyone with swimming will help calm yourself down, I say go for it!”

“I still think everyone is too relaxed about this whole situation.” Yoruko closed her eyes in exasperation, but she had dropped her arms like she didn’t want to try and stop him.

“...Go on ahead. It’ll help you alleviate some stress.” Was Kokoro’s response, tapping away on her tablet. Yuki pouted at him, seemingly pleading with him through his eyes. When he glances at Mikado though, his mask has gone back to its big normal smile.

“I’m afraid our only option right now is to wait and see. If you wish to have some fun in the meantime, I will not stop you.” Mikado said, almost shrugging his shoulders. Yuki stared at him as if he’d been betrayed but his words were enough to give him a boost of confidence in his choice.

“Yeah, okay…I’ll be right back with the others!” He said, and before anyone could convince him otherwise, he ran off towards the store.

It didn’t take long for him to enter the store and just in time, too. It looked like everyone was finished picking out their swimsuits. They all turned to look at him, and it was Hajime who had spoken up first.

“Hey, joining us at the last minute?” Hajime called out. He takes a few breaths to regain his stamina before straightening himself out.

“Y-Yeah…Where are the swimsuits?” He asked. Setsuka immediately waves him over.

“Over here! There should be one in your size, big guy!” She said, lowering her voice in a sort of playful way. He just rolled his eyes before walking over to the shelf where almost everyone was at. It seems like some of them were starting to leave, though. Probably to find a place to change in private. There were a few rows of some decent swimsuits for both guys and girls. Bikinis, one-piece suits, tankinis to name some for the women but he brings his gaze over to the men’s wear. Swim trunks, board shorts, leggings…none of these caught his eye until his eyes landed on one that was hidden away between two other pieces of swimwear. The only reason he managed to notice it was thanks to the bright colors it had and he pulled it out to see it.

It was a rainbow speedo and he couldn't help but immediately gravitate towards it.

“Whoa, looks like someone is confident in his body.” Hajime said, raising an eyebrow at the choice of swimwear. He sputters a little, feeling his face blush.

“I-I mean…I really like the rainbow…and I don’t mind showing a lot of skin.” He said, holding the piece close to himself.

“Hoho, I look forward to seeing you in that piece.” Setsuka freely admits, which only made him even more embarrassed.

Which was exactly the moment Iroha noticed the swimsuit in his hand and decided to make her thoughts known.

“Wh-Why did you choose a speedo!? Are you a pervert??” Iroha said, her face turning red as she gapes at him. If his face wasn’t red before, it certainly was now. Hajime cringed at the painter’s words while Setsuka laughed, albeit slightly awkwardly.

“I-I am not!” At least, he hopes he wasn’t before coming here. “I just…thought it looked nice!”

“Yeah, come on, Iroha. Just because he’d be wearing a speedo doesn’t mean he’s a pervert or anything.” Hajime said, dropping his arms with a small frown. “...although I didn’t expect you to choose a speedo. I was thinking you’d choose swim trunks or something…”

“Er…sorry.” Iroha pulls her sketchbook up to her mouth, clearly embarrassed now. “I just…I’m having a hard time imagining you wearing that, is all…!”

“...Are you?” Hajime raised an eyebrow. Setsuka whistled, her smile growing a bit wider as if she put together something a lot more interesting. Iroha sputters, looking like she was going to try and defend herself when-

“H-Hey, there’s nothing wrong with a speedo! He probably just…liked the design.” It was Shinji, who looked a bit embarrassed but was approaching them cautiously. Huh, it’s weird that he seems to be getting all shy now. He looked at his arms…

…and realized he also had a speedo.

“Same swimwear?” He said without thinking. Shinji gave him a bigger grin.

“Same swimwear.” The firefighter showed off the black and yellow speedo in his hand. Which only made Iroha’s face turn a brighter shade of red. Even with his sunglasses on, he could tell that Hajime was giving her a stern stare with the way he crossed his arms while looking at her. The painter just turned her back on them.

“...I’m going to die.” He barely caught her mutter before she ran out of the store with the rest of the group. He watched her go with wide eyes.

“Don’t worry about her. She’s being dramatic.” Hajime said, rubbing his head.

“Oooh, I feel bad for her. It seems Ro-Ro can’t handle herself around some hot guys and girls.” The billiards player giggles and it was only then that Iroha’s reaction started to make sense. And it seemed like Shinji also connected the dots as his face immediately turned as red as his hair again.

“S-Stop…Can we focus on getting r-ready for our beach trip?” Shinji grips his shoulder and waist, embarrassment flooding his face. “Th-There’s changing rooms behind the store. We can use those.”

“O-Oh, great! Let’s go, then!” He immediately backs up Shinji, wanting to move on from the idea of Iroha’s indecent thoughts.

“Fine by me! I should check on how the girls are doing anyway.” Setsuka said, taking her own black bikini with her as she left. That left the only three guys left in the store, and none of them had anything else to say on the matter of their choice of swimwear.

“...Well, let’s not stay here any longer. We got what we need, right?” Hajime asked, pulling up a red pair of board shorts with a white star on it. He gave a thumbs up while Shinji immediately led the way to the changing rooms, which were split between the women’s and the men’s. It wasn’t very hard to find as it was right around the back of the building. Which made sense since the pathway to the beach wasn’t very far either. Surprisingly, Yuri was already finished changing and was sitting on a bench outside. He was wearing a space pattern button up with short sleeves and a few buttons undone to his sternum and camo board shorts. He was wearing teal sandals and had a bag on his lap, crossing his arms as if he was waiting for something. Hajime let out a sigh before leaning over to whisper to him. “Oh boy, do you think we can walk on by without him noticing?”

“I heard that.” Yuri snapped with a pout, his gray eyes locking onto them like a sniper’s lens. He can’t help but flinch at the stare. “The ladies sure are taking their time. You best not have any vulgar ideas, as detestable males.”

“We were not-!” Hajime started defensively, only for another voice to call out from the women’s side of the changing rooms.

“Yeah, right! Like you weren’t thinking of it by standing right outside!” It was Hibiki who spoke, which immediately made Yuri flustered.

“I was not! I was just asking if you ladies need anything.” Yuri protested, which only made him suspicious in his eyes. Even Shinji was raising an eyebrow at him.

“Y-Yeah…no thanks.” It was Kanade this time around, and her words alone were enough to make the astronaut slump over. He decided it was time to move on from this slightly flustering conversation.

“We’re just going to get changed now.” He said, walking past Yuri. He didn’t even bother to respond to him, probably because he decided to give him the cold shoulder. Which was fine by the rest of them, as he, Shinji, and Hajime enter the changing room. Just in time to meet face to face with Nikei, who was carrying his own bag filled with clothes.

“Oh, hey! You three definitely took your time getting here.” Nikei grinned at them, wearing a blue and black swim jammer with, somehow, a pencil logo on it. “I’m gonna go on ahead. I’ll meet you there?”

“Yeah, sure. Oh, and try to take Yuri with you? Before he earns the ire of the girls…” Hajime asked with a cross of his arms. Nikei just gave him a flat stare but Yuri spoke before he could give his own opinion.

“No way. Like I’d let a man move me from my spot!” Yuri snapped, clinging to his bag. Nikei twitched at the comment.

“...I’ll try my best but I make no promises.” He grunts before stepping out of the changing room.

“...Let’s hope they don’t try to kill each other while we’re changing.” Shinji said it as if it was a joke but he couldn’t help but feel a little bit uncomfortable at the thought of murder.

It was probably just his paranoia.

“Then maybe we should be quick?” He offered and the two of them agreed without another word. They all took changing rooms for themselves and locked the doors.

“Hey, is Mikado not joining us?” Hajime called out to him. He sets his backpack down, slipping off his flats as he puts down his swimsuit.

“Apparently not. I don’t think he was interested in swimming.” Mikado didn’t give him a reason, but perhaps he was simply content to stand on the sidelines and watch. Or maybe he was still worrying over the situation but choosing not to burden him with his thoughts. Either way, the wizard didn’t have to give him a reason if he didn’t want to say.

“That’s a shame! Everyone should have a good swim every now and then.” Shinji said, the sounds of clothes hitting the floor reaching his ears. He snorts before taking off his accessories and putting them into his backpack. He might as well use it to store the clothes he has.

“I’ll say. You can’t always have a nice swim like this unless there’s a pool around.” Hajime replied, the sound of a door unlocking nearby. It seems the boxer had already finished, which made sense since he was wearing the least amount of clothes in comparison to himself and Shinji. “You guys ready?”

“Hold on, I’m still changing!” He called out, folding his jacket into the backpack. He pulled off the rest of his clothing (which included rainbow briefs apparently) and folded them up, that way there was still plenty of room in the backpack. Once he was done with that, he took his speedo and put it on, just in time to hear another door unlock to signal that Shinji was already done. There wasn’t a mirror in the changing room, so he couldn’t check to see if it looked good or not. He’ll have to ask Shinji and Hajime their own opinions.

Still…Shinji had complimented him on his athletic skills earlier that day, but he didn’t realize how toned he really was. Despite how thin he was, he had pretty large muscles and even a six pack to go long with it. He must’ve been one hell of an athlete if his body was any indication. However…

What’s with this strange star-shaped scar on his side? It was just above the pelvis, almost looking like it was somewhere around his kidney but with no signs of a surgery. At least, not one that was very deep anyway. He almost didn’t notice it if it weren’t for the fact that he was changing into a swimsuit.

And now that he was examining his body a bit closely…it looked like he had other scars too. Most of them were thin and hard to notice but they were definitely there if you knew where to look. Most of them seem to be cuts, a few on his side and stomach but otherwise old and faded. Others might be from surgery as well with how thick some of them were. There was even one on his leg too.

…Just what kind of situations did he land himself in?

“Hey, are you coming or what?” He jolts upon hearing Hajime’s voice.

“Uh, yeah, I am!” He took off his goggles and tossed them into the backpack, closing it up. He can worry about what kind of past he had later. Right now, he was here to relax and have some fun. Carrying the backpack by the handle, he unlocked the door to the changing room and stepped out. Both Hajime and Shinji were wearing their swimsuits, with the former having put away his coat and bandages but still wearing his sunglasses. Their swimsuits definitely suit the both of them and he can’t help but blush a little at the amount of skin they were showing, especially Shinji. “Um, how’d I look…?”

“Pretty great, not gonna lie.” Hajime said with a whistle. He gave him a grin. “You definitely look like you’ve been in some scuffles. Did you get into trouble a lot?”

“Who knows? Certainly not me, haha…” He laughs a little as he rubs the back of his neck. At this point, he might as well joke about his amnesia. It’s not like he can do much about it anyways. All he can do is wait until his memories come back to him or he gets back to the mainland to investigate where he came from. He starts to turn towards the exit. “Let’s catch up with the others-”

“Whoa!! What happened to your back!?”

“Huh??” He tries to turn his head at the sound of Hajime’s voice. But it was near impossible to see what he was talking about. “What’s wrong with my back??”

“There’s…There’s a really big scar on your back. It…It looks bad.” Hajime explained, gripping the side of his head as he pointed at him. He gulps, feeling his anxiety spike up a little as he silently turns his back towards Shinji to get his opinion on it. His eyes immediately go wide at the sight.

“Oh…that’s…Yeah, that looks pretty nasty.” Shinji lifts up his hand to touch him but he steps away. He didn’t feel comfortable with touch at the moment. Thankfully, he gets the message and drops his hand. “Looks pretty fresh, too.”

“Really…?” He tries to crane his neck behind him one more time but to no avail. “I can’t really see it for myself.”

“Hold on. There’s phones in the store. Let me go grab one so I can take a picture to show you.” Hajime then left the changing room before either of them could say anything. It was awkwardly quiet between the both of them, Shinji seemingly at a loss of words while he…didn’t know what to do. Nor did he know why he had so many scars.

“...Fuck. I guess I really was in some kind of accident.” He said, if only to say something to break the silence. Shinji stared at him before glancing down at the floor. He laughed, empty and distraught as he rubbed his head. “I mean…of course I was. You don’t…you don’t just wake up with amnesia for no reason, right? But I…I can’t remember anything before coming here. Not a hospital or…or anything. Just nothing, you know? What am I…what am I supposed to do?”

“...I don’t know.” Shinji replied, a lot quieter than he usually was for the short amount of time he knew him. But then he put his hands on his hips with a smile. “But what I can tell you is this: keep moving forward. Your memories may be gone now, but you’re not alone. Your Big Bro won’t allow it!” The firefighter’s voice rose but it wasn’t distressing. If anything, it only made him snort.

“Thanks, Shinji. I…I guess I’m more worried about what I’ve been up to before losing my memories.” He rubs the back of his neck, averting his gaze. “I don’t even know where I got these scars. Let alone the one on my back. It makes me a little worried.”

“...If it makes you feel any better, you’re not alone in having scars.” Shinji said, and before he could respond, he suddenly turned around. His eyes go wide upon seeing Shinji’s own scar on his back. It was clearly an old scar, but it was chaotic and red, stretching over his back and shoulder blades and stopping right above his tailbone. He can’t help but hiss upon thinking of how painful it must’ve been to get a scar like that. “Remember when I mentioned an injury?”

“Y-Yeah, I remember. Does it still bother you?” He couldn’t help but ask. Shinji turns around, his grin only growing wider.

“Not anymore. I mean, I still have to be careful with it in case it gets worse from overworking. But I went back to work no problem.” Shinji said, crossing his arms. “Being a firefighter is one of the most dangerous jobs out there. Sometimes you get injured for trying to save as many people as possible. But I love this job! I’m proud to work as a firefighter, and I will do everything in my power to save people!!” He takes a moment to pause in his yelling before leaning over. “And maybe, the scars you have aren't as bad as you think it is. It’s possible you just had a job that put you in a lot of danger in exchange for protecting the innocent. And if that’s true, I’d say that’s something to be proud of.”

“...Wow, um…” He gulps, moved by his classmate’s words. He can’t help but smile. “Thanks, Shinji. You’re right, maybe I was doing something good before getting injured. I mean, I still lost my memories…but I’m here now, right?” Shinji’s smile becomes smaller but he can tell that he was still happy. His energy just lessened a bit. A thought suddenly hits him and he hesitates. His smile falters as he decides to take a plunge anyway. “If…you don’t mind me asking…What happened to get you that scar, Shinji? Obviously a fire, but…”

“Oh, uh…” Shinji sweats, the bravado he had mere seconds ago suddenly disappearing. He looks down at the floor. He suddenly feels bad for asking. “Well-”

“I’m back!” It was Hajime, who thankfully had the perfect timing to interrupt the depressing topic before it could get started. They both sigh in relief as the boxer enters the changing rooms. He waved the phone in his hand. “I found one that is working. I mean, considering Kokoro got herself a tablet from here, it really shouldn’t be a surprise.”

“That’s great! Uh, I guess. Take a picture and show me.” He immediately turns around to show his back, glad to drop the subject of Shinji’s scar. Shinji took a step back to let Hajime get a clear view before the three of them heard the snap of the camera going off. “How does it look?”

“I don’t usually take pictures but I’d say this is probably one of the better ones I’ve taken.” Hajime said, and the amnesiac turned back around. “Take a look for yourself.” He inhales before setting his backpack down and taking the phone from him.

Like the two of them said, the scar looked bad. It was clearly fresh as Shinji said, with how bright in color it was. It was also just as chaotic in shape as Shinji’s scar, but this one stretched as far as to his neck, down below his tailbone and almost reaching his shoulders, with thick lines of surgery keeping the skin together. When he reached behind himself to feel it out, it felt a little flat but still hard to the touch and he shivered at how sensitive it was. It wasn’t too painful, thankfully, which explains why he never noticed something was wrong despite wearing clothes. If Hajime hadn’t pointed it out, he likely wouldn’t have noticed he had such a scar.

“Holy shit…” Was all he could say upon staring at the photo.

“Yeah.” Hajime rubs the side of his head, unsure of what to say. “Like I said, it’s bad.”

“Does it still hurt? It looks like it hasn’t ‘matured’ yet.” Shinji asked, which he shakes his head on. It felt like his nerves were tickling but it wasn’t that bad. He can pretty much ignore it. “Well, alright. Let me know if it gets worse, though. Actually, I should share some tips on how to manage your scar.”

“Thanks, Shinji.” He turns the phone off. “...What do you guys think happened?”

“Professionally speaking, it was probably a fire. Only burn scars can look as chaotic as that.” The firefighter pauses before raising his hand and putting his hand on his hip. “Although…There seems to be other bits that look a bit too sharp to be from a fire. Maybe from shrapnel? There’s even lines of surgery so there must have been some broken bones…”

“Hard to say. I’ve never heard of anyone getting amnesia from a fire but I’m just a boxer. I wouldn’t know much about the medical stuff.” Hajime said, grimacing. “But enough talk about all of this. Why don’t we head down to the beach? Everyone already went on ahead.”

“Y-Yeah, sure…” He hesitates before opening his bag and putting the phone inside. “Before we do, are there any shirts I can use? I don’t think I’m comfortable showing off this scar…”

“If you like Hawaiian shirts, they’re right around the corner of the swimsuits.” Shinji said, looking like he completely empathized with his feelings. He smiled and thanked him before leaving the changing rooms with his bag in tow. Yuri and Nikei were nowhere to be found, which made sense if they had already left to play at the beach. It didn’t take him long to find where the Hawaiian shirts were and there were even fake flower necklaces next to them, a name that was unfortunately escaping his mind. He didn’t let that bother him though as he took a pale yellow shirt with orange and magenta floral pattern and a pink, red, and yellow flower necklace and tossed both on. Once he was ready, he put his backpack on and left the store to catch up with both Shinji and Hajime.

And so, he joined his classmates at the beach.

Almost everyone was hanging near the sand of the beach, none of them going too deep to swim out just yet. But that didn’t stop them from having fun: they were all splashing each other with water, or chasing each other around the beach. Setsuka was in the middle of splashing Iroha, who laughed as she tried to cover her face. Shinji was chasing Nikei with the plan of tossing him into the deep end, much to the journalist’s fear. But he was laughing with a big smile on his face, so he knew that Nikei was taking this all in jest. Hibiki and Kanade are the only ones who stayed on the edge of the shore, with the older twin looking down on her younger twin as she sat and played with a crab that was scuttling by. Hajime was trying to get Yuri to talk about his workout routine, but it was obviously going nowhere thanks to his misandry and lack of interest in general. Hell, he heard that the astronaut said that he usually uses an escalator as “training,” which clearly disappointed the boxer.

As for him, well…

“GAH?!” Hajime jumped just when the amnesiac poured cold water onto his back. The boxer turns around to try and splash him but he just manages to get out of reach. “Oh, you’re on! Come here, you!” Yuri immediately gets out of the way, seemingly happy to be out of a man’s reach.

“Nope! Can’t catch me, haha!” He runs off, managing to avoid Iroha as she tries to take down Setsuka into the water with her. The billiards player laughs before suddenly pulling the small painter into her arms and starts giving her a noogie.

“Aaaack! Nooo!” Iroha struggles but is unable to get out of the young girl’s reach. She immediately caves in and reaches out for the nearest person, which was… “Hajime!! Hajime, help me!”

“Oh, for the love of - I’m coming, Iroha!” The boxer immediately switches tactics, deciding to help out the painter instead of getting revenge. He stuck his tongue out at him, which only seems to motivate him as he tugs Iroha out of Setsuka’s reach. She raises her hand placatingly before running off to join Hibiki and Kanade. Before Iroha could thank him, Hajime suddenly picks her up and puts her on his shoulders and she squeals. “Come on, Iroha! Help me push this guy into the water.”

“Oh, hehe! Okay!” Iroha agrees without a second thought, raising her hands in what she thought was a threatening gesture. Really, she was just wiggling her fingers around as if she was going to tickle him instead. “Come here, come here!”

“Uhh, nope! Pretty sure two against one isn’t fair.” He said, backing up but the smile didn’t fall off of his face. Before he could try to run off, he accidentally bumps into someone and he yelps. He was about to apologize when two big pairs of hands grab a hold of his sides and suddenly lift him up with ease. “Ahh?! Wha - Shinji?!”

“Don’t worry! Your Big Bro won’t let you get taken down that easily!” Shinji’s yell was practically heard by the entire class and he was lifted onto his shoulders, his long legs dangling over them. When he looks behind him, he sees Nikei floating in the water on his back, resigned and yet content. Looks like Shinji managed to toss him into the water after all. “Come at us, Hajime, I-Iroha!! SHOW US WHAT YOU GOT!”

“Is that a challenge?! Cause you’re definitely getting taken down!” Hajime immediately took the challenge like a fish to water. Iroha, on the other hand, looked a little bit apprehensive.

“O-Oh boy…Uh, I mean, yeah! You can’t take us d-down!!” Iroha said, trying to fire herself up even though the poor girl was sweating bullets. He can feel Shinji falter underneath him, which he quickly gives a pat on his hand. As determined as both of them were to take the other challenger down, they knew they should be careful with Iroha as she was the smallest and probably frailest compared to the rest of them. Let alone the entire class.

“Geez, look at them go.” He can hear Hibiki comment on their two-against-two swim wrestling. Or whatever the heck this is called. “I guess boys will be boys no matter where we go.”

“W-Well, they definitely look like they’re having fun, Sis…” He barely caught Kanade’s words as he tried to push Iroha off Hajime’s back. But his grip was tight and the painter was surprisingly fast with the way she tries to (weakly) jab him.

“Bwahaha! I don’t know about you, but I’m certainly enjoying the view!” Setsuka called out very loudly, which was enough to make Shinji trip over his own two feet and almost make the both of them fall. Thankfully, he manages to right himself before Iroha could try and take advantage of it and push him off of the firefighter’s shoulders.

“Ha…” Yuki’s sigh was carried across the wind and reached his ears. He tries to perk up at the conversation to try and listen in, even as most of his focus was on the game before him.

“There’s no talking to them when they’re like this…How can they be so relaxed?” He glances at Yoruko for a moment, which was enough for Iroha to try and push him hard. It nearly catches him off guard and he was only able to stay on Shinji’s shoulders thanks to his tight grip. It wasn’t enough to pull him out of his eavesdropping and decided to make it known.

“Hey!! Are you sure you guys want to sit out on this?” He calls out to them and waves his hand. Both Yuki and Yoruko pull their gazes over to him. “If you want to swim now, you better grab a swimsuit!” He can see Yuki hesitate before turning to Yoruko. They seemed to lower their voices for the time being before Yoruko replied.

“Nah, I’m fine. I’m not a fan of noisy stuff anyway. Honestly, I’m feeling a bit dizzy, so I’m gonna sit down for a bit.” Yoruko said with a sigh, finding a rock and sitting down on it. That was when Iroha tried to push him one more time. This time, he was prepared and retaliated with a shove of his own. Iroha tips back so far that Hajime had no choice but to drop her lest he falls over as well. The painter sputters and flounders before getting to her feet before Hajime could help her up.

“Augh, bleh!! I think I got salt water in my mouth!!” Iroha spat out, trying to get rid of the taste. Hajime pats her back comfortingly and that was enough of a signal for the rest of them to stop. Shinji sets him down and decides to run off somewhere to do some swimming. His face was red again and he can’t help but raise an eyebrow at how much the firefighter has blushed throughout the day.

“Ah, forget it!” Yuki’s voice calls out among the group. He turns to see his fellow classmate clench his fists as he steps forward. “Guys! Count me in!” He immediately grins while Setsuka turns around with her own smile.

“Great, the more the merrier I say!” She said and he walked over onto the beach. He still felt uncomfortable around Yuki but he was also happy to have him join them. He wanted to get to know him better and this is probably one of the best ways to do it.

“I’ll go with you, Yuki. We can swim some laps together once we get you a swimsuit!” He said, which somehow embarrasses the shorter boy.

“I-I can pick out a swimsuit on my own!” Yuki exclaimed, which only made him laugh.

He can’t remember anything. And yet, there was still a feeling of nostalgia in his chest. Classmates running around on the beach, laughing and playing like the carefree teenagers they were. Spending time together and having fun as they get to know each other. It made a warm fuzzy feeling form in his chest, almost washing away the anxiety he’s been dealing with all day. It almost felt like he had longed for days like these.

For a moment, he felt as though there was nothing to worry about at all.

And in just that moment, the normalcy shattered like glass.

Ding dong bing bong!

They all freeze, the sounds of laughter and casual conversations coming to a grinding halt. The strange bell-like noise made him froze up, the smile falling off his face instantly as alarm bells rang in his head. It felt as though someone had dunked him into cold water and screamed at him, ‘This is wrong, this is wrong, this is wrong.’

“Is…that an announcement?” Nikei was the first to speak as static can be heard throughout the island. He tried to breathe but he felt as though he had choked on air.

“I-I did see a speaker pole, but I couldn’t find where it came from…” Kanade spoke up, her stuttering voice being much too loud in his ears even though she was only a few feet away. He gulps, managing to take in a deep breath this time, and was about to give out his own thoughts. Perhaps it was a teacher from the Monocruise. Perhaps it was a staff member of the island. Perhaps it was just nothing at all.

Except it wasn’t nothing.

It was something far, far worse.

“A body has been discovered!”

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amostdelectablescribbler · 6 months

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day 3 of nanowrimo:

worker on: beast of burden

words written: ~1000

Time spent: 2-ish hours

What was written, with an extra line or so of context:

warning: this gets pretty nsfw pretty quickly. If you are not here for it, carry on. There’s more family-friendly stuff further down my blog. Go find that.

[you have been warned]

Spectre sank through the foot of Kez’s bed, falling from the ceiling next to the pot, and let drop the cut veggies into the pot, bubbling gently over a fire which turned Spectre from white to gold temporarily, as he fell back into his shadow and landed on Kez’s bed again, making a mess of it and launching her saxophone into the air and back down into his hands

“WATCH MY SAX,” Kez yelled, cursing Spectre under her breath.

“Sorry, Kez. But this gives me an idea to cheer up the kid. I’ll get the guitar and a something to smoke, you guys bring the sax and some camping kit, Maia…”

“Yeah?”

“…try not to get your back or your voice ruined in the next day and a bit.”

“Mmm, hard bargain… might need an incentive…”

“Oh you fucking day-hooker-”

“-I am not a day-hooker. Jesus, you think that low of me? Fine, I’ll stay clean for a bit, but you’d better bring some strong stuff, clear?”

“Is Causite-fertilised kush strong enough?”

“I didn’t mean it as a challenge, but hell yeah!”

Spectre sank through the bed again, emerging from the roof of Red’s apartment to find it dimly lit and desolate, Red sat idle in his hammock, watching the view from his balcony.

“The lion’s share flat, and you spend it in your hammock?”

“Yup. Got nothing else to do.” Red groaned, rolling over to face Spectre, looking thoroughly bored.

“Gods, you look awful. Anyways, you do now! We’re going camping for a night, out in the forest, up a hill, wherever. We’re gonna do a bunch of walking and a campfire and singing around the campfire eating marshmallows and smoke colossal doobs and fun stuff.” Spectre’s enthusiasm was palpable, in stark contrast to his more common sarcasm and reactive snark.

Red perked up a bit, Spectre’s infectious energy soaking into him, “Alright, you had me at camping, but I need my lungs healthy, so i’m staying off the drugs, thanks.”

“Fine by me.” Spectre shrugged, taking Red’s wrist, picking him up like a wet rag and tossing him through his shadow, following suit with flair. They were spat out in Kez’s flat in the wardrobe, thoroughly confusing Red and raising a groan from Spectre.

“Why’d you put us in the wardrobe?”

“It wasn’t up to me. There’s a certain amount of darkness there needs to be for me to pass through, the light keeps in solid, and if i try to go through a bright area, it autopilot’s me to the nearest dark enough place.” Spectre elbowed the door open with conviction.

“Can’t you make your own dark and shadow and stuff?”

Spectre chuckled to himself, “Ah, that’s a different trick entirely. They work well together, but it’s massive overkill in here, and I don’t want to get Kez by accident.”

Maia, now composed, snarked, “What about me?”

“Don’t mind if you get chomped too much, which reminds me,” Spectre’s hand closed as if he were holding a pen, shadows converging to fill the shape, “Come with, for a minute. I have a new trick for you.”

“What is that?” Maia sat up.

“You’ll see.” The shadow pen was spun around.

“What’s it do?” She paled.

“Wanna find out?”

“Yes, but from a distance.” Maia curled up, her knees to her chest.

“Tough, but you’ll thank me later.”

“I trust that like I trust a 4-inch to do the job.”

“When have I ever actually crossed you? I’ve insulted you a lot, but when have I ever done anything to hurt you?”

Maia conceded, following Spectre into the bathroom, her voice echoing through the walls,

“Woah, okay, where’d my clothes go? Hey, Spectre? What are you doing with that? Hey, woah, nonono that is definitely sharp.”

“It’s a tattoo pen. Of course it’s sharp.”

“Oh. Oh, you should’ve said so, if it’s just a tattoo- why do you want to give me a tattoo? Why am I naked? Where are you about to try give me a tattoo? Hey, woah, oh- oh thank the gods I thought you were about to-” Maia was cut off mid-sentence with a moan as Spectre finished his work.

“You can have your clothes back now.” Spectre flourished his hand and the pen disappeared, returning Maia’s onesie as it went.

Still somewhat confused about the just-transpired events, Maia sat up, criss-cross-applesauce, on her bed, “What does that li’l symbol you carved into me even do? Didn’t even hurt like a tattoo would.” Kez took her apron off, lean muscle rippling beneath a baggy t-shirt, sweating sarcasm, “Two things. 1: You’ve never had a tattoo, how would you know? 2: what is the symbol?”

“Nifty little rune I read about, wished I didn’t know, and then memorised for her birthday at some point and wisely decided against it.” Spectre gestured to the model upon which he enacted his handiwork, “See for yourself.”

Etched in a hot magenta, an inch or so above her pelvis was tattooed the following: (i drew that myself on procreate with the power of graffiti-style exponential extravagant-ification)

The sigil glowed faintly, pairing itself to a matching sigil on the first knuckle of Spectre’s thumb.

“So, you gonna show me-?” Maia was cut of by the sigil’s activation, which sent the nearby nerves into overdrive, reporting back indescribable pleasure. She’d doubled over, curled up and twitching slightly.

“Yup, works as intended.” Spectre removed his hand from his control sigil on his thumb, letting the pressure off slowly. Kez rolled her eyes,

“And what is that supposed to do, besides slow her down more?”

“I can also use it in reverse, to shut down nerves in the area, so instead of an orgasm button, it can be an orgasm blocker, too.”

Maia dragged herself back up, still recovering and digging her nails into her sheets,

You bastard. You wouldn’t-” Maia folded again, shaking and spasming, her nervous system overloading itself, unable to even make a noise.

“Gimme that.” Kez snatched Spectre’s hand from him, pressing hard on the sigil connected to Maia, sending her screaming, spasming—and probably meriting a change of pants—to heaven and back.

#nanowrimo #oc smut

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sekallman · 1 year

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short story? (fictional..I guess)

Tuesday, 1:45 pm

Today was a windy day on the East bay. My feet are crunching the blank ground beneath my feet. I’m wearing a jacket but it’s so cold! The wool socks I’m wearing are a bit wet, and that was when I remembered I had hot chocolate at home. As I was on my way home, I see these to people close together. What are they doing? Why are they kissing? Aren’t they a bit close? Are they friends? I don’t know what to think.

I spot someone else across the street, and I could sense their jealousy of the close two. Then I heard the the two say, “I love you, my sweet sunshine!”, at the same time, but it wasn’t exact.

They’re in love. Love! What utter bullshit.

I hurried along the snow, almost frustrated. Okay, not almost, I was frustrated. I AM FRUSTRATED! Why am I so frustrated?! Oh I’m home. Great.

My stiff discolored hands reach for the doorknob. It’s so cold and metallic. As I open the oak doors to my home, I close it just as quickly.

SIGH

My mind is carrying a weight that I don’t to be true. I can’t fall in love. Well, at least, I don’t think so. Oh how I wish I could feel those wonderful feelings.

I enter my disheveled room, not prepared for anything, so I collapse onto my bed in all my warm clothes.

Wednesday, 3 am

I’m hungry. My eyes are a bit blurry, so I rub them, so I can see once again. It’s 3 AM!! My stomach hurts, so I go to the kitchen, and look at my fridge.

It’s empty. Great! Just great.

I spot a remote to left and pick it to turn on my tv, then I hear my ringer go off. It’s my best friend, Jean. Well, I have a few best friends, and I love them so much. It’s not romantic...is there a word for that? ...I mean there can’t be...can there?

I pick up my phone and this is how the conversation goes:

Me: Fitz?! Isn’t it a bit late?

Fitz: lol Jet lol, why r u up at this time?

Me: I...I couldn’t sleep.

Fitz: lol same.

Me: Fitz, I need help?

Fitz: okay bestie! what u need help with?

Me: Well...I think I’m broken?!

Fitz: WOAH THERE!!! Who are you and what did you do to my bestie?!

Me: pfft...OH GOD it’s 4 am already!!!

Fitz: 9 pm over here baBY!

Me: I can’t fall in love...is that bad?

Fitz: Bro...why’d u thing it was wrong?

Me: because I’ve been told that I’ll fall in love with somebody, but it is yet to happen.

Fitz: u could be...aromantic? #noromo

Me: I’ve gotta feel a little attraction...right?

Fitz: Mate, calm ya tits, and look the damn thing up!

Me: okay okay...I WILL :{

.....

...

Fitz: Good night Jet, you’re an amazing friend :O

Me: Thanks, gn

Fitz: ‘night

12 hours later

OH shit...I fell asleep with the tv on! And yesterday...oh GOD!!! I miss Fitz. They were such a good friend...and I guess I’ll take their advice...not that I want to. I open up my computer and start typing in “Signs I might be aromantic?” and “What does it mean to be aromantic?”, and lastly “Am I aro?”. I’ve fallen down a rabbit hole, but OOO!

Th-that’s me...THAT’S ME!! Fitz was right...I am aromantic.... Wait there’s other like me. THere’s a whole spectrum?! ARE YOU SHITTING ME?!! WHY aren’t we taught this earlier?! If only I found out sooner...then everything would have hurt less. Well, it’s not like I can change much, so I guess I’m glad I came to this strange conclusion?

So yeah yesterday was cold, but now I feel a bit warmer knowing a bit more about myself. So HAH! Take that world! I’m gonna soar beyond and create my own path because I don’t need to fall in love to be human. Why is it shown so much though? The media is weird. Okay....a lot of things are weird.

#actually aromantic #aromantic #aro #queer #short fiction #short story #queer identity #queer story #queerness

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mxtantrights · 3 years

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The magic-spy and the bird

the best friends brother trope is in my top 5 tropes. but I've also got a thing for angst. So here we areeeee. enjoy! <3

dick Grayson x f!reader

Jason Todd had asked you specifically to ask his brother out. And he did use the word brother, which you made a point to bring up. He shot it down but still decided to push his message towards you. You should ask Dick out. It wasn’t that simple.

“Jay I don’t think you’ve thought this through.” you said.

He chuckled, “Of course I did. I wouldn’t say it out loud if it wasn’t a well-cooked plan.”

You made a face at him.

“Okay look, all I'm saying is you’ve got nothing to lose. If anything you're way out of his league.” he said and then gulped down the rest of his beer.

You didn’t like beer and so you worked on a Pina colada. You had done the whole beer thing for years now. As a trained spy it was your go-to for missions at bars. Safe to say you were sick of ales, craft beers and everything in between.

“Ah yes, the magic using spy.” you nodded your head.

Jason nodded along with you.

“Exactly. Bird brains would eat that up.” he said.

“And when would I tell him that I knew about his secret identity? Before I tell him about mine or after?” you asked.

Jason sighed and raised his hand for another beer. You rolled your eyes at this. Once he had a thought it was very hard for him to let it go. Especially when it included a thought about people he cared for- no matter how much he claimed the opposite.

“All Im saying is, you never know until you try.”

“What are you a fortune cookie?”

“Fuck off. I’m being serious and I do give great advice you can ask Duke.”

2 DAYS LATER

You look at Caliban with bated breath. He had just gotten info on a magic-based rebellion. Work was tight when you rolled with the good guys for too long of a time. You blame that on two men on your life, Jason and Constantine.

“I’ll put in a good word for you.” he says.

“Thank you, I really appreciate it. And any-”

Before you can finish telling Caliban that he can call in a favor from you at anytime your surroundings change. In a flash you go from one of the underworld crime bars to a room you’ve never been in before.

You look around and sure enough you see the culprit. Constantine.

“There she is!” he smiles.

Not only did he summon you, he did so in front of an audience. Circled around him is Gotham’s crime fighting family. All of them except Jason, Cass and Duke. All of which know about your secret identity and would’ve stopped Constantine from summoning you. The rest of the family are all looking at you liked you’ve grown a second head.

You look down at what you’re wearing. The long sleeve off the shoulder skin tight black dress was the perfect choice for the club you were supposed to be in. Maybe not so much for a meeting with the Bats and his birds.

You look right ahead at Constantine, “I don’t like being summoned.”

“Ah, but you’re the best person I know for this job. I had to get you over here.” he says.

You take a quick look at all the other people in the room. Then at the screen behind them. Your information is plastered on it. Well, the information that you’ve decided to let the government think was yours. Your codename was at the top of the screen.

“Constantine says that you’re the best way into the underworld.” Batman says.

You’re confused to say the least. Constantine was Constantine, why would he call you in order to get them into the underworld when he can do it himself? It defeats the purpose of having to call him.

“I’m sorry,” you direct to Batman and then look at your friend, “I need you to state specifically what I’m needed for.”

Constantine moved from the family over to you. As he did you watched as Nightwing followed him with his own eyes. Now Dick knows you’re not just Jason’s friend from around Gotham. Great.

“Bats got intel that something it going down with this magic group, the-” he starts. “hex mutiny.” you finish.

“You already know about them?” Nightwing says.

“I was just getting someone to put in a good word for me with them before you summoned me here. You’ve got great timing you know that?” you say to Constantine.

He smiles, “Well then it seems like you can be of great service, spygames.”

“And what exactly would I be doing, if I can even get a spot with them?” you throw out the question to the family.

Red Robin crosses his arms, “We need someone on the inside to tell us what they are planning for Gotham.”

“I doubt they’d let a newbie in on their plans.”

“Good thing you won’t be a newbie.” Batman says.

Constantine conjures an amulet in his hand. You want to hit him over the head. He could really be a pain in the ass. You grab it from him.

“With this, you’ll be in the perfect position to get in and get out. Easy.” he says.

You shake your head, “Every time you say that I get a new scar.”

“I promise sweetheart. No scars this time.”

“Yeah yeah, you owe me for this.”

EXACTLY ONE WEEK LATER

You knew you would end up wounded. Typically with Constantine it was nothing deadly, or nothing your own magic couldn’t fix. But you knew that your luck had to run out some day. And it wasn't his fault.

After finding out what the group was really up to you couldn’t just let them operate. They weren’t really rebels. No they used that name to paint a narrative. They were fascists.

You held the wound to your waist to stop the bleeding. This would have to be the farthest you could go. There was no way you could run out of this. Not with the blood seeping through the cracks of your fingers.

At least you brunt the members down to the ash. It took a lot out of you. And that’s why you weren’t prepared for a hit that tore right through you.

“Why aren’t you moving?” Jason, or Redhood, said through the comms.

You leaned against the hallway wall.

At least you’d die someplace pretty. When you first came in you didn't notice how clean and meticulous everything was. There were painting of famous magicians on the walls. Along with some stolen art, a Van Gogh or two.

You ripped the amulet off your neck and felt the illusion fade. The necklace fell to the floor and you let out a pained breath.

“I think,” you coughed and on the clean wall was not splatters of blood, “this is it.”

You could hear Jason shouting on the other end. He was calling out your name, calling out for Constantine to come and help you. Duke was calling for you too. And you could’ve sworn you heard Cass say your name once.

With your only free hand you tried to open a portal out of the base. You knew it would be useless as you had a mortal wound and portal magic works best under no stress and panic, or blood loss. The usual light from your hands glowed faintly until it didn’t.

“Constantine can’t summon you?” Dick asked.

At that you let your body drag down the wall until you reached the floor. When you did sit down more blood came out. So you decided to lay down horizontally.

“Hey hey- I told you I wasn’t gonna let anything happen to you.” you hear Constantine through the comms.

You want to laugh, but it ends out more of a chocked gargle.

“I screwed up the mission. I deserve it.” you said.

“You did good. Better than any of us.” Batman said.

“Constantine you need to call in whatever favors you have to get her out of there. Now!” Jason shouted.

“Dont,” you started.

“No. We’re getting you out of there-”

“Jason, I’m not a saint. I never would’ve imagined going out like this.” you said.

Once you were born you were thrusted in this world. All you knew was to use magic as a weapon. To get ahead, to get power, to get the glory. And that lasted you until you turned 19.

Then Constantine crossed paths with you. He was the one to show you that magic has other uses. Such as helping and healing. You learned the best stuff from him. And you took what you learned and began to help in ways you could.

You didn’t go on the straight and narrow. Never did you consider yourself a morally correct person. Sometimes the lines were blurred, or they need to be blurred. And so you took down seedy organizations, went on recon missions all over the world.

It wasn’t justice. But it was close enough that you could sleep at night or the odd hours of the morning for more than four hours.

“Sweetheart I don’t break my promises.” Constantine said finally.

You were just beginning to feel your eyes grow heavy. The pain was starting to be comfortably numb. Then above you appeared someone you weren’t expecting in the slightest.

“Caliban?” you asked.

“You owe me double.”

4 DAYS LATER

When you woke up you felt battered and weak You weren’t used to these feelings and you weren’t used to being so close to death. Everyday was a new experience when you’re the Priestess of Espionage.

You cracked open one eye to find a couple of deviants at your side. Jason, Duke and Cass. The youngest took the chair next to you while Duke and Jason seemed to take the floor. Since they weren’t in their gear you guessed that you were out for longer than a couple of hours.

“Not my version of hell but I’ll allow it.” you say in a raspy voice.

It wakes everyone up.

Jason and Duke bolt to your bedside.

“Why’d you almost die on me?” and “Are you feeling okay?” come from them both, respectively. It makes you want to laugh but when you feel the ache in your waist you stop yourself.

“I’m alive, so there’s that. Positives.” you answer.

Jason shoots his younger siblings a look and they scurry out the room. You try to sit up to ask what it was for but he puts his hands up for you to stop any movement. So you lay back down.

“He would kill me if you tore your stitches.”

You shut your eyes, “Jason I don’t think Constantine would kill you per say.”

You hear the door opening so you decide to open your eyes. And sure enough you see Jason leaving the room and someone coming in. Dick Grayson, out of his suit as well.

As much as you wanted to, you couldn’t read his face. Besides the clear betrayal that was there. He definitely knew that you knew he’s Nightwing.

“Hi.” you say.

His face softens, “Hi.”

“I just want to say that I would’ve told you about who I am. Sooner that you think actually but this mission kinda derailed all of that.” you say.

With his arm crossed over his chest he nods, “How long did you know I was Nightwing?”

You wince.

“For about two years now. Once Jason told me he was Red it was hard to not notice the similarities of the Wayne family and the Bat one.”

He laughs at that and you let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding. It must be going good if he wants to laugh.

“And when did he tell you that I like you?” he asks.

“He didn’t explicitly say that.”

There’s a beat of silence. You’re looking at him and he’s looking at you. But he’s the one who seems to be holding his breath this time. You try to hide the smirk you feel forming on your lips.

“What?” he asks.

“Jason had told me that I should ask you out. He didn’t say anything about you liking me.” you answer him.

The red tint that covered Dick Grayson was absolutely adorable.

He nods his head to himself. Twice.

“I- I’m gonna get Jason for you.” he moved to the door. And you don’t really know what to say. All your words get jumbled in your brain and you can’t put them together in a way that is smooth enough so you deicide to just try your best.

“If you were to ask me out, I would say yes.” you say.

He looks directly at you. Then his signature smirk appears.

“I’ll bring back some food for later.” he says.

“it’s a date.” you answer.

#dc x reader #Dick Grayson x reader #nightwing x reader #Dick Grayson imagine #nightwing imagine #dc imagine #dc #nightwing #Dick Grayson #Jason Todd x reader #Jason todd imagine

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wormstacheangel · 3 years

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part 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 all of these are short so enjoy <3

Dean wasn’t sure where he stood with Cas, and he hated every fucking second of it.

He looked at his watch again, it’s only been a little less than an hour since Cas and Sam left on their stupid double date, but he already felt like he was crawling up the walls. He was pacing the room, trying to figure out what he could have said to stop Cas from going and wondering why Cas accepted the damn date in the first place.

Was he not enough?

It hasn’t even been three days since Dean finally said the big L word to him. Did Cas not hear him? Did he think he was fucking joking? Was the tongue down his throat not enough proof that Dean was over the fucking moon to finally have Cas. Have him in a way he never thought was going to be possible for them.

Why? Why did he go?

Maybe he was a lousy kisser? No. No, he’s an awesome kisser! But what if-

Dean jumps at the sound of his ringtone and answers it without looking at who it is.

“Dean.” He heard the familiar annoyed voice call his name in a low growl. “Stop.”

It took a second for Dean to understand what was going on. “Cas? Dude, why are you calling me? Shouldn’t you be entertaining your stu-your date?”

“I can’t. You are being insufferable.”

Dean was taken back by the words. Did he actually send all those texts he thought about sending?

“I know you tend to forget, Dean, but I can feel your longing, and it is distracting.” Oh! Oh. Shit. “What’s wrong?”

What’s wrong? What’s wrong? What the fuck do you think is wrong? That’s what Dean should have said but instead, “Nothing.” He is a coward, first and foremost. At least, when it comes to Cas, he was.

“You are giving me too much of a headache for it to be nothing.” Cas sighed, and Dean noticed the background noise quiets down on Cas’s end. “Are you okay? Should I come home?”

Yes! “No!” Dean quickly waves him off as if Cas could see him. “Stay. Have a fun time with your um, with your date.”

Cas doesn’t say anything for a long 20 seconds--Dean had to check if he hung up--before he sighs. “Okay.”

“Okay.”

“Goodbye.”

No. Not, goodbye. “I’ll see you later, okay? I’ll wait up for you so we can...talk. About you finally having your first date. Look at you, back from the dead and in the game. Good on you, Cas.”

“I would like that.” Silence again. Dean was about to hang up when he heard, “It’s not my first date.”

“What?”

“You said this is my first date, but it’s not.” Dean was about to tease him. To remind him that the date with the reaper or the one with him as a babysitter didn’t count but Cas beat him to the next words. “I like my dates with you more.”

Dean’s heart skips, and he thinks he misheard him, but before he can ask Cas to repeat it. The line goes dead, and Dean is left pacing the floor again. Wondering if the heat on his cheeks was ever going to go away.

“Am I--Is Cas...Am I being played?” Dean fell into his bed with a groan. Still left confused on where he stood with Cas.

--(More under the tag)

Cas is doing it again.

He’s acting as if he didn’t just come back from a date with this...Lucy person and pretending that everything is so damn peachy. He was sitting on the other side of Dean’s bed, once again head resting on Dean’s shoulder as if it had now become a nice habit of his. He welcomed the weight, the warmth of Cas pressed beside him, of course. He is just so damn confused.

“You know,” Cas looked up at him, his nose pressed to Dean’s jaw. “You’re the one that asked how my night went. So I sort of expected you to, you know, listen.”

He was listening. Listening to every damn word Cas spoke because, of course, he didn’t miss a single detail. He talked about the food, bland he described it, and Eileen picked off his plate. He talked about how Lucy laughed when he didn’t say anything funny, and Sam insisted that it meant she liked him. He talked about how he wasn’t sure if he liked these fancy places; he was used to the noise of diners and kind waitresses refiling his coffee when he didn’t need to ask.

But just now, he was just rambling on about how smart, kind, and great Lucy was. Did he use any of those words? No, but he might as well be kissing the floor she walked on by the way he talked about her.

“Dean?” Cas reached over, the palm of his hand laying flat on the side of Dean’s face. “You okay?”

Yes. “No.”

Wait. He was supposed to say the opposite.

Cas sat up to look at him better, and Dean missed the weight of him already. Wanting to reach over and pull him back in, he also might as well say what he thought so they can move on from this because he was so fucking tired of this.

They are so close, and shit will not happen if Dean keeps rambling in his head instead of talking out loud. Like Sam says--or better yet, what he is trying to drill in his head--communication is the key to a healthy relationship. Right now, he just wants a fucking relationship.

Dean looks at Cas; sad sky eyes stare back at him. Filled with questions that maybe he was also afraid to ask, but it’s Dean’s turn to make a move this time. At least he thinks so. He wasn’t sure when they started taking turns, but fuck, he missed Cas tonight and hates that someone else got to have a romantic night with him.

Without another thought, Dean pulled at the stupid bowtie and dragged Cas forward until their lips met for another long-awaited kiss. The tug may have choked an actual person, but luckily, Cas didn’t seem to find a problem with it as he moved closer to deepen the kiss.

Tell me you didn’t kiss her. Tell me you don’t want to see her ever again. Tell me you want me. Only me. Tell me...tell me you love me.

“I love you.” Dean hears himself say. It was desperate as his grip on Cas tightened; he could feel his fingers dig into Cas’s waist as he pulled him forward until his whole weight was on top of him. Cas starts to pull away, probably wanting to look at him again, but Dean keeps his eyes closed as he cranes his neck up to catch Cas’s lips. Wanting to feel, to pretend, that Cas only was his.

Cas kisses back for a second or two, longer, but it didn’t take much strength for him to pull back to look at Dean. Eyes filled with concern as he let Dean roll him into his back.

“Say it back, damn it.” Dean starts undoing the bowtie and fumbles with Cas’s buttoned shirt as he noses the stubble on the angel’s jaw. “Cas, say it.”

“I love you.” Cas takes Dean’s face between his large hands and forces him to look at his sad eyes again. “I love you, Dean. So tell me, what’s wrong?”

Dean didn’t try to pull away; instead, he fell against Cas’s body. Laying all his weight on him, knowing damn well Cas could take it, he probably weighed nothing to him. Like a feather.

Dean’s face tucked into Cas’s neck as he felt those fingers in his hair, soothing them before he rubbed his back. Probably trying to figure out which one was more comforting, but for Dean, any soft touch from him will do.

This is stupid. Desperate. Pathetic. But he needs to ask.

“Am not enough for you?”

“What?”

Dean doesn’t move from his hiding spot. Not wanting Cas to see his face as he talks. “Why’d you say to a date with someone else? I thought we were...I know I’m not good at all this, but I thought we were--at least, I was trying.” Dean shoved his face closer into his throat until he could feel Cas’s heartbeat against his nose. “I was trying, Cas!”

“I know!” Cas’s hands tighten on his Dean’s shoulders as if he was going to push him away, but then he stopped himself. “I only said yes because I figured it was what you wanted.”

“What?” Dean mumbled into Cas’s skin before he pushed himself up just enough to stare down at him. Repeating himself. “What?”

“The day after we kissed, you ignored everyone, including me. I thought you were...ashamed. Maybe you wanted to keep things private. So to keep Sam from suspecting us-”

“You said yes to a date.” Dean finished for him while Cas slowly nodded. Looking at him as if fighting with himself to not read Dean’s thoughts. Probably best he didn’t. He’ll just hear screaming. Dean sighed in relief as he fell into Cas again, relaxing as Cas’s arms wrapped around him. “Dumbass.”

“I didn’t mean to make you doubt my feelings for you. But to be fair, how can you possibly doubt my feelings for you? I died so that I can say them.”

“Actually, I thought you changed your mind cause I sucked at kissing.”

“You do not suck.”

“Thanks.” Dean chuckled, kissing Cas’s bare chest. His cheeks were warming up as his mind just caught up with his action. “Sorry.”

“I should be the one-”

“No, Cas. Me. I made you think I wanted to hide us.” Dean lifted his head again, looking down at Cas, who gave him a soft, warm smile. “I don’t. Maybe I was a little nervous, but that’s cause you kept acting like me holding your dumb hand was like...normal or whatever.”

“I thought if I make a big deal of it, then you’ll freak out.” Damn. Got him there. And yet, he still freaked out. “But I see now that we should have...talked about it?”

“Yeah.” Dean chuckled as he realized how stupid they both had been. “Yeah, that probably would have helped.”

Cas surprised him by reaching up to give him a hesitant kiss. His eyes were bright as they sparkled when Dean met the familiar gaze.

“We can um,” Dean clears his throat nervously as he keeps his eyes on Cas. “We can talk later.”

“Later. Later is good.”

“Good.”

Cas reaches to kiss him again, bringing him down until they are lost in each other.

The next morning Dean woke up with a spring in his step, and Sam noticed right away.

“What’s up with you?” He raised his eyebrows at him, teasing him with a smile. “Had a fun night with Scooby?”

“Watched Animaniacs, for your information.” Dean poured two cups of coffee. “And no. I had the most perfect company last night.”

Sam opened his mouth before squinting at him. “Did you-? Wait, did you bring a girl over to the bunker?”

“No!” Dean said just as Cas walked in, wrapped in nothing but Dean’s robe. “There you are. Thought you were gonna follow me.”

Dean walked over to hand Cas his coffee, kissing his cheek before walking back to get his own cup.

“I was. You neglected to tell me I wasn’t wearing clothes. So I had to go find something to cover up.” Cas sat in front of Sam who stared at them with wide eyes. “Morning, Sam.”

It took Sam a few seconds before he muttered. “I hate you guys. I mean, congratulations, but fuck you. Didn’t need that image in my head so early in the morning.”

Dean sat beside Cas, shoulders bumping, before he looked at Sam over the rim of his cup. “Now you can stop trying to set Cas up on dumb dates.”

“I had a fun time last night, Sam. Thank you.” Cas quickly said before looking back at Dean. “But I think I will just continue dating your brother instead.”

“Okay,” Sam got up, giving them both a tight smile and a thumbs up. “Congrats again. Next time wear underwear, Cas.”

“Stop looking at my boyfriend!” “I couldn’t find it.” Dean and Cas say at the same time.

Dean finally knows what Cas is to him.

“We should hurry if we want to beat the kids to the diner.” Cas gets up, kissing the top of Dean’s head as he goes. “I like this.”

“Me too.” Dean reaches for his hand, tangling their fingers together as he pulls Cas down for a kiss.

Best friend. Boyfriend. The light at the end of the tunnel.

“Love you.” Dean whispers against his lips, making Cas smile into the kiss.

“Love you, too.”

Everything. He’s everything.

#i kept thinking of chandler saying 'i scared you! im lonely and awkward and desperate for love!'#and we got this monstrocity #prob not what you guys wanted but I thought it went well lol #deancas #destiel #wormstachewrites #fic #thanks :)

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If I Fell For You (Part 4) - Safety Nets

Summary: The reader has her first date with Jensen, a simple dinner at home with him and the kids, but when they get a moment alone, he shares some information about the accident hardly anyone knows. Just as things start to get moving with the pair, Jensen has to head to Canada for filming ahead of schedule but he’s not so sure he can go back to whole weeks away from his family right now...

Masterlist

Pairing: Jensen x nanny!reader

Word Count: 5,200ish

Warnings: language, death of a spouse, mention of injury, depression, anxiety, self-worth problems

A/N: Shopping buddies are the best ;) Please enjoy!

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“Can I help set the table?” you asked the next evening, Jensen shaking his head at you.

“JJ, can you set the table for me?” asked Jensen. She jumped up from the couch and got out silverware, setting an extra spot for you.

“Y/N, are you and dad on a date?” she asked when she finished up. You looked down from where you leaned back against the counter, Jensen chuckling.

“Yes we are sweetie. If this goes well I’d like to take Y/N out on Friday, maybe you guys can go to Uncle Jared and Aunt Gen’s,” he said.

“You should go out with dad,” said JJ.

“Oh I should?” you said, crossing your arms. “Why’s that?”

“Cause he’s strong and handsome and smart and funny and…” she said, holding up her hand and counting on her hand.

“The hair,” he whispered, a smirk crossing your face.

“Oh and he’s only got a few gray hairs!” she said.

“Oh. Well that is interesting,” you laughed, Jensen smacking himself in the face.

“Great hair, JJ. Not gray. Great,” he said.

“You do have gray whiskers,” she said.

“Like...barely,” he said. “See what I put up with? A few teensy tiny little patches in my beard if it grows out.”

“I don’t know if I can date a man of such frail age,” you said. He cocked his head and you laughed, JJ giggling as she went to get the plates.

“Keep it up you two,” he said. You walked over to him, JJ going past with the plates. “Come to tease some more?”

“I was told you’re quite handsome, thought I’d get a closer look,” you said.

“You can have as close a look as you want,” he said, flashing you a wink.

“Calm yourself, Casanova,” you said, reaching up to the cupboard to get another plate for JJ. “Here sweetie.”

“Thanks,” she said. She set it ran back over, hugging you. “Don’t go.”

“I’m not going anywhere,” you said.

“Good,” she said. You bent down and picked her up, resting her on your hip.

“Where’d you think I was going?” you asked. She shrugged and Jensen stopped stirring the pot.

“I don’t know. Wherever you were before. Dad’s a lot happier since you live with us now,” she said.

“Well taking care of you three is hard all by yourself,” you said. You set her down and patted her head. “Go get your brother and sister for dinner.”

“You’re good with them,” he said, stirring the pot again.

“They’re people. Small people that don’t know half of what adults do but still people. Sometimes you gotta treat ‘em like it. Most of the time actually,” you said.

“I talked to her earlier about this whole situation,” he said.

“Besides listing off all your selling points what’d she think?”

“Well apparently she’s in favor of me asking if you’d marry me tonight,” he said.

“Oh. Shotgun wedding. Simple. I like it,” you laughed. He turned his head and smiled, glancing down for a long moment, slowly returning.

“Why doesn’t this situation scare you? The kids, me who has been all over the place lately, not to mention my job, long distance, the shit you get just for-” he said, your hand covering his mouth.

“I didn’t say it’s not a lot, Jensen. It’s scary. Of course it is. Every single one of my relationships has ended badly for one reason or another. Friendships. Family ones. Romantic ones. You’re handsome and you’re so successful and I’m literally a nanny but you said you wouldn’t hurt me. So I’ll trust that you won’t and you trust I won’t hurt you and it’ll work itself out.”

“That simple huh.”

“I’m easy going. Let’s keep it simple,” you said.

“Simple works,” he said as you pulled the pot off the burner before it bubbled over. “Simple definitely works.”

“This is not a good idea,” you said two hours later, the kids in bed, you and Jensen jumping up and down on the trampoline in the yard.

“Oh most certainly not,” he said, landing near you and sending you up. You yelped and landed back down on your bottom, Jensen bouncing again, sending you up again and laughing this time. “Well that’s a cute sound.”

“Boys. Is it taught somewhere that you gotta tease a girl when you like her?” you asked, Jensen pulling you to your feet and bouncing around lightly.

“Right after manly man class, duh,” he said.

“You would have failed, I can tell you right now,” you said. He scoffed and you shrugged. “That’s kinda a really good thing.”

“That your ex? Tough guy all the time?” he asked.

“Not like, to that extent or anything. I had a bad day and I really needed someone and he let me down. He got mad at me for it actually. He called depression a phase I needed to get over with,” you said. He stopped bouncing and you did the same, glancing down. Next thing you knew he playfully tackled you onto the trampoline, rolling to his side and smiling at you.

“Some of my friends have it. One of my best friends does. Jared. If he ever knocks on the door late at night or whatever, let him in.”

“You take care of everyone in your life it seems,” you said.

“You take care of the people you care about, not insult them. Hopefully the ex figures that out someday.”

“How’d you figure it out?”

“I don’t do anything anyone else shouldn’t,” he said.

“Maybe that’s it,” you said. “You’re unapologetically good and you don’t even know how rare that is.”

“It takes up too much energy to be angry or mean or cruel. I’d just rather be happy,” he said.

“You got a lot of friends, don’t you.”

“My fair share,” he said.

“How many would you call close?”

“Maybe ten or so.”

“How many real close?”

“Two or three.”

“How many know what really happened that day? Your wife…” you said. He stared at you and swallowed.

“How do you know?” he asked quietly.

“Because when we met you said she died in an accident but then you said it was her head. You’re holding onto something, something you don’t talk about.”

“She was driving when the aneurysm happened. I was in the car with her. I almost died. It’s seemed easier to lie about that.”

“Who knows?”

“My parents and Jared. They’re the only ones.”

“You ever talk to anyone about it?”

“I went to talk to someone a few times. I’m better now,” he said with a smile. “I don’t share a lot if you may have guessed already. Not to too many people. But you it feels so easy to.”

“Must be special,” you said. He smiled and reached a hand over, twirling a piece of your hair in his fingers. “That why you like me?”

“There’s a lot of stereotypical reasons to like someone and part of that is true in why you choose someone I suppose. But there’s this other part that when you meet someone that you can’t really explain.”

“I get that. I get all of it. My brain always seems to want to go to the bad scenario first I suppose,” you said. You looked up at the black sky, Jensen toying with another strand between two fingers. “I wish it didn’t do that so much.”

“You’re just trying to protect yourself is all,” he said.

“But I come off as pushy and distant,” you said, turning your head. “Like I’m that person that’s cool with everything being casual.”

“Well think of it like this trampoline. It’s the only thing holding us up right now right?” he asked and you hummed. “Well my life, I’ve had thousands of safety nets below me to catch me when I fall so even if I tore through one, there was more to hold me up while the others got fixed. You never had as many to start and I think more of yours broke and there was no way to fix them in time so you kept tumbling through until you got to the ground.”

“Your point?”

“Maybe some people hit the ground and others never do. But the people who hit the ground, as they go back up they can make the best most solid nets in the world to hold them up. One good net beats a thousand flimsy ones.”

“So at what age do I get the wisdom?” you asked, turning your head and smiling over at him.

“You don’t. My job has made me fall through more nets than I wanted to and this year made me realize I might not have a thousand strong nets at the bottom but I just needed one to get by and now I’m working back up. You’re not even close to being down low either. You’ve already had the hardest part of your life. It’s all up from here.”

You leaned over and he lay back on the trampoline, gazing up at you. You lowered your head as he cupped your cheek, pulling you in close until your lips were touching. Part of your mind was reeling from that in itself but the other half knew that was his first kiss since his wife. You inched back but stayed close, Jensen peeling open his eyes.

“You okay?” you asked.

“Very,” he said. You lay back beside him, Jensen letting you go. His hand reached out for yours though and laced your fingers together. “Why’d you kiss me?”

“Wanted to,” you said.

“Cool. I wanted to kiss you too,” he said.

“Alright then.” You stared upwards, the trampoline shifting again. He popped into view propped up on one arm, your head turning slightly. He was flush, even in the dim light. He moved slowly but you let him come to you, a barely there gentle kiss that lingered, a thousand gears going in your head, likely a thousand more going off in his.

“I’m okay,” he said quietly as he pulled back a few inches. Your fingers carded through his hair and he smiled. “I’ll get the hang of this again. I promise.”

“That was more than enough for one night,” you said. “We said slow and we’ll go slow, okay?”

“Sounds good with me.”

Two Days Later

“Y/N, can I have a word with you in my office?” asked Jensen as you were picking up after dinner. You hummed and put the last fork in the dishwasher before following him down to a quieter part of the house. He shut the door behind you and he ran his hand over his face. “This is about work, my work, but it’s going to involve you. Heavily.”

“What’s up?” you asked, taking a seat in a chair. He sat in his by his desk, scrunching up his face.

“My job with that TV show, The Boys, it films in Canada. I’m gonna need to be up there four, maybe five months. The way things used to work with my wife was I would fly back home every weekend or every other weekend. I never went more than 2 weeks seeing the kids. I don’t have to film every day but it’s easier to stay there for the week. But it’s...it’s difficult for me. It’s difficult for them and...they lost one parent this year. I can’t stay away that long for months. I just can’t do it anymore.”

“That’s perfectly understandable,” you said.

“I’d like to temporarily move to Canada while I film. No flying back and forth. The kids can see me everyday and I can see them. JJ’s school still offers remote learning and I’m homeschool certified in a pinch. Twins can do daycare easy. The only issue I have is the same one I originally did. I still need a nanny. Only now in a different country...and it’s gonna be more late nights on the regular.”

“I see,” you said.

“This isn’t what you signed up for so if you don’t want it, that’s okay. I can find a nanny up there and we can try long distance and-” he said before you stood and walked in front of him.

“I’m in.”

“Really? I mean it’s gonna be awhile before we’re back in the states,” he said.

“It sounds like fun.”

“Awesome. I was really hoping you’d say that,” he said.

“So where are we going?” you asked.

“Toronto. Well, near there. I gotta start filming start of February but there’s promo stuff to do in late January,” he said.

“It’s already late January,” you laughed. “When do we have to move?”

“Uh, tomorrow,” he said. “Just got the call a few hours ago. I got a house to rent lined up already.”

“Oh wow. Alright. Uh, what do I need to do exactly?” you asked.

“Keep stuff normal. Don’t worry about cleaning or anything. Maybe box up anything you want to bring and some of the kids stuff. Toys, books, that stuff. I’ll handle their bags. We’ll ship it all up tomorrow and take a flight up at night,” he said.

“Okay, cool,” you said. “Wait I need like, a snow jacket right?”

“We’ll get you set up there with coat and boots and all that,” he said.

“Gotcha,” you said, starting to leave before you spun around and walked smack into his chest. “Wait. I have a lot more questions actually. Like...I don’t have a passport?”

“I know which is why tomorrow morning first thing you’re gonna go down to the post office, get your passport done up and when it comes in, we’ll get it shipped up to Canada,” he said.

“How do I get into Canada though?”

“We share a border with them so we bring your license and birth certificate, you can go right on in no problem,” he said.

“Oh. Okay,” you said. “Wait. I’ve never been on an airplane before. What-”

“Okay,” he laughed. “Take a hot second and breathe and we’ll go from there. I know it’s last minute but it’ll work out. I promise.”

“Y/N,” said Jensen, tapping your shoulder two days later. You hummed and reluctantly turned your head away from staring out the back sliding doors to the snow covered yard and trees around you. “Have you ever seen snow before?”

“No. Not like this,” you said, head going back to staring outside. “It’s something out of a movie.”

“You had that same look on your face when we took off last night in the plane.”

“What’s that?”

“Those little moments where the years fall off and you get that childish joy, like nothing bad has ever happened,” he said.

“I suppose there’s hope for me yet,” you said with a smile.

“Oh there was always that,” he chuckled. He threw an arm over your shoulders and you leaned into him. “Can I still take you out Friday?”

“Who’s gonna watch the kids?” you asked.

“My buddy.”

“Does he exist?” you said, grinning at him.

“Cute,” he said, ruffling your bedhead. “Yes he does exist. How’s Friday night sound?”

“Do I need a dress?” you asked.

“Probably. It’s a nice place,” he said. “My favorite place in Toronto actually. Jeans are perfectly acceptable there though.”

“I’ll pick out a dress today too,” you said. You kissed his cheek and watched them turn an ever so light pink. “You’re cute.”

“Shut up,” he chuckled. “Put your boots and coat on the card I gave you alright? That’s a business expense.”

“Whatever you say boss,” you said. “I’m gonna duck out before the little ones get up. I’ll try not to be gone too long.”

“Take your time. Drive slow in the snow until you get the hang of it, okay?”

“I will. I promise.”

“What the fuck’s the difference between therma heat and therma wear…” you mumbled to yourself, gawking at the glove rack at the store an hour later.

“I think it’s just marketing,” said the guy on the other side. You jumped and managed to knock about five pairs off the hangers. He laughed quietly and peeked his head around. “Didn’t mean to spoke ya.”

“It’s alright. I’m…” you said, the man smiling as you shook your head out. “Um...I…”

“You okay?” he asked, raising an eyebrow. You nodded and he smiled. “You sure cause you were just having a life crisis over gloves a second ago and now you can’t seem to form a sentence.”

“You’re Home…” you said, shutting your eyes. “You’re the actor that plays...I’m having a fucking day.”

“Looks like it,” he said, bending down and picking up some of the gloves. He laughed again and you got the ones closest to you, putting them back. “You know it’s like ten degrees outside right? Not exactly sneaker weather.”

“I know. This place looks pretty but it’s worse than a Texas summer almost with how cold it is.”

“I thought you sounded not from here,” he said with a smile. “I’m not from around here either. I do better with the heat myself.”

“Okay um, listen...uh, what’s your name, not Homelander?” you asked.

“Antony,” he chuckled again.

“I’m Y/N. I’m just gonna get the weird stuff out of the way cause…” you said as he smiled but stepped back a foot. “Yeah. Um I’m a fan but like...do you know Jensen Ackles?”

“Why?” he asked.

“He’s my boss...and my boyfriend but that’s another story. We might run into each other at some point, probably very likely. Just wanted to throw that out there.”

“Your boss?” he asked.

“I nanny his kids. I wouldn’t believe me if I were you either. I should go,” you said. You groaned when you were past him, hearing a pair of feet jog to catch up with you.

“I know you. You were on his instagram last week right? Yeah okay, that makes sense why a clueless Texas girl is stressing over gloves.”

“Excuse me?” He shook his head and smiled.

“Get a pair of thick gloves, thinner ones but not too thin, a warm hat, good boots for traction along with some boot spray and go with a longer hooded parka. It’ll be warmer. Throw in a few pairs of wool socks to be sure,” he said.

“Oh. Thank you,” you said. You looked back at the store and then to him. “There’s like five hundred coats in here.”

“How about you buy me a cup of coffee and I’ll help you out. Deal?”

“Why would you help me?” you asked.

“Well I’m gonna be working with Jensen quite a bit and he’s your boyfriend too apparently plus it’s just nice,” he said.

“You’re so not like your character.”

“I’ll take that as a compliment. We’ll be out of here in an hour tops.”

Antony turned out to be very helpful since apparently you had an uncanny ability to be attracted to the least warmth rated items in the whole store. But you had your parka and boots on now, other items tucked away in the bags as you browsed through a rack of black dresses at a different store.

“We dress shopping now?” said Antony, sipping on his coffee cup.

“Dude,” you said, jumping again. “You gotta learn to make noise.”

“It’s my natural stealth,” he said. “That one.”

“What?”

“That one,” he said, nodding to a dress on the wall.

“I can’t pull that one off,” you said.

“Try it. I’ll watch your stuff,” he said.

“You’re oddly nice,” you said. “To a stranger.”

“Well this beats my plans of walking around the mall buying crap I don’t need. Besides, I like you.”

“I have a boyfriend.”

“I’m taken,” he laughed. “Come on. Everybody needs a shopping buddy.”

“Okay but if you’re a weirdo Jensen will kick your ass,” you said, finding your size and taking it off the rack. “Just sayin’.”

“I like the guy more already,” he said. “It’s not like it’s your first date or anything.”

“...Second date.” He stared and looked away. “It’s…complicated.”

“I heard about...you know…the accident,” he said.

“Let him bring that up,” you said and he nodded. You took the dress into the changing room and smirked at the mirror. “Alright, maybe we give this one a shot.”

You changed back and found Antony on a bench outside.

“I should take you shopping more often,” you said. “You have good taste.”

“Sounds like a winner,” he said, handing you back your bags. “I gotta head out for work but it was nice meeting you, Y/N. I’m sure I’ll see you around very soon.”

“Me too. Thanks for the help today, really.”

“Not a problem at all. See ya later,” he said as he headed out. You gave him a wave and picked out a pair of black heels to go with the dress before you were heading home.

“Hey Jensen,” you said late that night. He’d had to go in for some photos in the afternoon and had taken quite a bit longer than he’d anticipated. “Leftovers are in the container on the top shelf.”

“Thanks, Y/N,” he said. He rubbed his eyes and padded into the kitchen before tossing the container in the microwave.

“Um, Jensen? Can I talk to you about work?” you asked. His ears perked up and he nodded while he looked around for a spoon. “Second drawer to the left.”

“Thanks,” he said. “So what’s up? Something wrong?”

“Not exactly. I was thinking earlier though about a backup plan,” you said. He took out the container and grabbed his spoon sitting across from you at the table.

“What’s a backup plan?” he asked, shoveling a spoonful of too hot pasta into his mouth.

“Well down in Austin, say I was suddenly unable to perform my job duties cause I’m sick or hurt or I’m off on vacation or whatever. Down there I have a network of other nannies that could step in temporarily, they can do a pick up or drop off in a bind, that sort of thing. It’s kind of a support group in way. It’s good for me and for you.”

“They must have one of those things up here?” he asked, taking a slower bite this time. You spun your computer around and he nodded. “Tornanny. That’s cute. You gotta sign up or something?”

“I need to take a four hour class. They have one on Saturday morning. Is it okay if I sign up?” you asked. He chuckled and took another bite of food.

“Weekends are still yours to do as you please. I need a bit more help during weeknights or mornings but weekends are still yours. I’m also compensating your pay for the additional time and no you’re not winning that argument so don’t even try.”

“Okay. I’m gonna sign up,” you said, turning the computer back.

“What was that thing on the side?” he asked.

“Hm?” you said as you started filling in the form.

“Some happy hour thing on the side,” he said. You flicked your eyes over to the side of the page and saw the group posting. “That could be fun.”

“Do I look like the kind of person that goes to happy hours?” you said.

“Well maybe you could meet a nanny friend in this group, one you could maybe get to cover for you if you ever needed it. I did steal you away from everything you know to a different country with a days notice after all. I’d go with you if you want,” he said.

“What about the kids?”

“Hm?”

“Jensen. I’m starting to see a fatal flaw in me being the nanny and us dating. I’m the person that should be watching the kids when you go out,” you said.

“Hm,” he said, eating for a few moments. “You do have a point. I think we need to renegotiate your contract.”

“Wait you’re firing me?” you said, Jensen shaking his head and laughing. “Okay cause you were about to lose a girlfriend for a second there.”

He smiled to himself and looked down, playing with his dinner.

“So what are you talking about?” you asked.

“Well, girlfriend,” he chuckled. “How about this? Weekends you don’t work, at all, for any reason. If you watch the kids for an hour while I duck to the store, it’s cause you’re doing it cause of us, not as part of your job. If we want to go out or on a date on the weekend, we’ll get a sitter. I had a go to in Vancouver when I lived there. I’ll give her a call, see if she knows anyone out here that would work. That sound good?”

“I guess that’s alright,” you said. He raised and eyebrow and you shrugged. “I enjoy our alone time, don’t get me wrong. I don’t want to take away from them though.”

“I appreciate the sentiment but I’m not saying…” he said before he trailed off and ate the last bites of his food. “I moved us so they could see me everyday which is far more than they ever did when I filmed my show. I will still make them breakfast. I will still put them to bed. I will still have lunch with them and play with them and all of it. They’ll always by my first priority. But a relationship with kids doesn’t always mean the kids are around. Sometimes they come with, sometimes they stay home. I’m not talking about ditching them for days on end. A few hours on a Saturday night, most of which they’ll be in bed asleep is all I’m talking about. We have a right to a little bit of time for ourselves. It’s not as easy with them than it was the first time around but we just have to try harder is all.”

“Okay,” you said. “I’m good with that. How was your first day?”

“Good. We did a lot of promotional stuff. I won’t start acting until next week. I heard you met Antony shopping today.”

“Yeah. I didn’t get a chance to tell you when I got home earlier. He seems like a nice guy.”

“He does. He invited us to dinner once we settle into a routine,” he said. “Apparently you two are shopping buddies now.”

“The man does know how to choose a dress.”

“Good thing I packed my lucky suit up here,” he said.

“Speaking of suits...you wouldn’t happen to have any of you in your Soldier Boy suit from today?”

“No spoilers,” he said with a smirk. You jutted out your lip and he rolled his eyes, taking out his phone. He tapped and slid it over to you, your eyes wide. You must have stared for a solid minute before you looked over at him, Jensen leaned back in his chair with his hands behind his head and a huge grin on his face. “You think I’m hot, don’t you.”

“Pft, no,” you said, biting your bottom lip before you licked it. He was still grinning out of the corner of your eye and you gave him the phone back. “Maybe...you’re kinda hot. But it’s totally the suit. Like right now, ugh, horrendous.”

“Nah, I’m hot,” he said, sticking out his stomach and rubbing it.

“I’m impressed you can actually do that,” you said.

“Everybody’s got a tummy,” he said. “Seriously though, you think the suit is cool?”

“It looks awesome. I’d love to see it in person,” you said.

“Oh you guys will be on set at some point,” he said. “I’m kinda nervous about next week.”

“Really? Why? You’re a great actor.”

“Have you ever seen a single thing I’ve done,” he chuckled.

“I did in fact see that horror movie on a date years ago. Something with like mining?” you asked.

“That’s what you saw? Like that movie? I hope the date worked out at least,” he said with a big smirk.

“Actually it was the crappy ex,” you said.

“Oh. You guys must have dated for a long time then.”

“Since we were seventeen,” you said. He stared and you shrugged. “I kept waiting for him to grow up and change. Eventually I realized he never would.”

“Did you love him?”

“I loved the idea of him. I liked him. I was with him for close to 12 years so I obviously liked him. But it wasn’t love. I could never be myself all the way around him and that’s not a way to live. There was none of that feeling when you first meet someone, you know?”

“Would I be pushing to ask if you ever thought about marrying the guy?”

“He did propose actually. A few times,” you said. “I turned him down. Things really went downhill from there though.”

“Why’d you say no?”

“I didn’t want to marry someone that made me feel bad about being me. Got tired of him telling me to get over everything that happened as a kid, dress a certain way, should I really have dessert, that kind of crap.”

“It’s part of who you are. I wouldn’t exactly call your past something to get over,” said Jensen. “Why would he even make you feel bad about it? You’re so normal.”

“I don’t think his daddy hugged him enough,” you said.

“No need to be a dick to other people for it,” he said. You smiled as you finished filling out the rest of the form for the class before sending it off. “Hey on the plus side I did get a good recommendation for daycare today. I was gonna check it out tomorrow morning, maybe get the twins in next week. Apparently they’re also hooked up with a school so JJ can go to school with some other American kids too instead of being stuck behind a screen here all day.”

“That’s great news. She can make some new friends that way. You know I was thinking maybe she could get signed up for indoor soccer. When I played the new season normally started right at the beginning of February.”

“Is it safe?” he asked. “I thought that could get pretty dangerous.”

“Adult leagues can be but kids her age it’s just running back and forth mostly. She could make some new friends, give her something fun to look forward to.”

“It’s not a bad idea. I would like her to be involved in something since she’s out of dance and soccer back home right now. I’ll talk it over with her in the morning,” he said. “She say something to you about it?”

“No. I just know what it’s like to be the new kid,” you said. “Soccer helped me make friends at school.”

“You and your mom move after your dad passed?” he asked.

“Uh, yeah. I was little so I don’t remember so much,” you said, an email coming in that your spot in the class was reserved. “Alright. Looks like I’m all set for eight on Saturday.”

“I’ll try not to keep you out too late on Friday night then,” he said.

“I never said that.”

“I like flirty you,” he said, both of you looking up at the ceiling when you heard a loud pair of giggles. “Duty calls. Goodnight, Y/N.”

“Goodnight Jensen.”

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helliontherapscallion · 3 years

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What is Real? (Adrenaline Junkie Part 4)

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Warnings: PTSD, memory loss, swearing, angst, panic attack

Word count: 3,509

You opened your eyes to the dim sunlight pouring through your curtains. You tried to move your arms to push yourself up, but strangely your right arm felt incredibly stiff. Furrowing your brows in confusion, you looked down at it. Nothing was off about it, so why was it so stiff? It made no sense.

With great difficulty, you slowly maneuvered your legs over the side of your bed. Everything felt incredibly stiff, especially your right wing, and your head felt like it was filled to the brim with cotton. Groaning, you heaved yourself off the bed into a standing position. You wobbled slightly on your feet, but you steadied yourself with your nightstand. What was with you today?

Hobbling out of your room with a steadying hand on the wall. You let your wings thump and drag across the ground behind you. You didn’t have the energy to hold them up and your right one felt very off. You should ask Philza to brew you a potion of healing and maybe ask him why you woke up like this. Were you in for a really bad molt?

Stumbling your way down the hallway and dragging your feet, you almost fell over a couple of times. The stairs were going to be a massive pain if you could barely walk down the hall. Your body lurched forward as your foot caught the edge of a rug. You yelped as the ground quickly met your face, your arms not cooperating when you tried to move them to catch yourself.

Feeling a stabbing pain in your nose, you laid there for a little bit hearing the door next to you swing open. Without looking at him, your scratchy, muffled voice called out.

“Wilby, thank god you’re here. Can you help me up? My legs aren’t working today for whatever reason. I think I’m gonna molt soon.”

He gently pulled you up and wrapped his arms around you in a hug, smooshing your face into his shoulder. You pulled away slightly to look up at him. He was smiling widely at you and his face looked blotchy. Wilbur never cried in front of anyone, so naturally you were incredibly worried for your older brother.

“Wil, are you crying?”

He just pulled you into another tight hug. Hissing in discomfort, you felt him push on your sore muscles.

“Wil, as much as I love you, can you please let me go? Everything feels really sore.”

He pulled away again, giving you a little confused smile. “I’m so sorry, do you want me to take you downstairs? We can get Dad to make you a potion.”

You returned his smile. “I’d appreciate that. But can you carry me? I don’t wanna move anymore.”

“Of course.”

Chuckling, he turned around and crouched gesturing for you to get on his back. A few unsteady moments later, you were successfully on Wilbur’s back and started your much quicker journey downstairs. You rested your cheek on his back and hummed in content. You found comfort in hearing his heartbeat, even if it was beating faster than usual.

Quickly reaching the couch, he gingerly put you down on it and made sure you didn’t lay on top of your wings. They sprawled behind you over the back of the couch.

“Stay right here, I’m going to get Dad.”

He walked outside with large strides, leaving you by yourself in the living room. You closed your eyes and pondered why today was so strange. First, you couldn’t move this morning. Second, Wilbur, your collected older brother, was crying. Third, Philza was up and outside. Usually he’s basically unresponsive in the mornings. He would never be up and about this early.

Opening your eyes when you heard hurried footsteps rushing toward you. Why’d you get déjà vu? Why did you feel so… so scared? Your panicked eyes landed on your dad running towards you with all your brothers following suit. You relaxed seeing your family. But why did they look at you with relief and tears in their eyes? Even Technoblade looked relieved.

Philza landed on his knees next to the couch before placing a gentle hand on your cheek. His worried blue eyes scanned you and he stared at you with a gentle smile.

“...Hey hun, how are ya feelin’?”

“I’ve had better days. I just feel really stiff, I think I’m going to have a bad molt this year.”

Your brothers looked at each other with confusion. Tucking a stray lock of hair behind your ear, Philza crinkled his brows. “Hun, do you not remember what happened? You-”

Tommy interrupted, “You died. SOMETHING KILLED YOU AND YOU RESPAWNED. HOW DO YOU NOT REMEMBER THAT?”

Flinching back, you deadpanned. “Gremlin, I think I’d remember if I lost one of my lives. My entire body feels like shit, but I sure as hell didn’t die. That’s just absurd.”

Philza gently grabbed your wrist and pulled down your sleeve. Instead of the usual three red hearts that were etched into your skin, only two stared back at you. You stuttered as your brain processed what you saw. You... died? How? Why couldn’t you remember your own death?

Your thoughts were interrupted as Philza spoke up. “You died, (y/n).”

“I… How?”

Philza pursed his lips together. “You were killed by The Warden. You were out mining.”

You looked at your hands. “Who’s The Warden?”

“It’s a mob that usually spawns in subterranean caves. We’re not exactly sure how you died, but… but you died down there, (y/n). You lost a life.”

You took in a shuddering breath. How could you be so damn careless? Were you falling back into your dangerous stunts phase? Did you get yourself killed? Why couldn’t you remember anything?

“Hun, do you want me to get you a potion for the stiffness?”

“...Yes please.”

“Tommy, can you please go get them a potion of healing? WIlbur, can you get a glass of water for them?”

Without a word, Tommy and WIlbur ran out of the room, leaving you with Philza and Techno. The piglin hybrid wouldn’t even look at you. Philza ran a comforting hand through your hair as he waited for your brothers to return.

When they came back, Wilbur helped prop you up so you could drink the potion and water. They soothed your scratchy throat and you felt your body fill up with warmth. It was always nice to drink a healing potion when you were hurt. Most of the stiffness and soreness that was previously rooted deep in your muscles was alleviated and you felt some of your nerves melt away. Now only your right wing was sore. You stretched, feeling a tugging sensation on the skin of your back around the base of your right wing.

“That’s better. I think I’m going to go shower, I feel absolutely disgusting.”

Not giving your worried family any room to argue with you, you swung your legs over the side of the couch and shakily stood up. Philza tried to help steady you, but you wove him off. If you were weak enough to die, you thought, you needed to prove yourself to your family that you were strong. You needed to do things yourself.

As you were shakily making your way up the stairs, Philza was following you, probably making sure you don’t kill yourself again. He was fussing over your wellbeing, you did just die and you were acting surprisingly calm about it.

“At least let me help you preen your wing.”

“Dad, I can preen my own wings. I’m 17.”

“I know hun. I just want to help you.”

“Dad. I can do it myself, I’ve been doing it alone since I was 10, and I don’t plan on stopping any time soon.”

Without giving him any more room to try to convince you, you closed the bathroom door in his face. You understood and appreciated that he was worried about you, but you needed to do things on your own if you were going to prove your strength to your family. You were angry that he thought you couldn’t do a simple thing by yourself. You could still hear him breathing from the other side of the door.

Peeling off your jacket, you ran your fingers along your left wing. The feathers were more out of place than usual, you must’ve gotten pretty fucked up by The Warden if they were this messy. After about 10 minutes of frustrated preening, you twisted your torso around slightly to reach for your other wing, but you couldn’t see anything. Why couldn’t you see anything? Your wings were large enough for you to completely wrap your body in them twice and then some, so it didn’t make sense to you.

Turning around to face the wall across the bathroom mirror, you spread out your wings and craned your head around to look at your right wing. Your eyes were met with a featherless nub that matched your skin tone. An ugly, discolored scar covered the entirety of the right side of your back. Without warning, memories flashed in front of your eyes at rapid fire.

A monsterous being towered over you, standing completely still. You held your breath as it just stood there. It walked away so you started to walk away. Everything lit up as you started to run from the thing chasing you. Blood pounded in your ears as panic engulfed your entire being as you tried to fly away, but you were caught. It effortlessly swung you around as it screamed. You felt your wing rip from your body and you flew across the cave. You couldn’t breathe. What did you do to deserve this?

“../n).”

You reached around to feel your wing, but you only grabbed the bone sticking out of your body. You felt anguish as you realized that you just lost a limb. You watched it drag your wing into the depths of the cave, leaving you completely and utterly alone as you slowly died.

“...(y/n)..”

You were crying in pain as you felt everything that happened crash down on you all at once. You laid there for what felt like hours as you sobbed and dry heaved. You prayed to whatever god was above that you would be put out of your misery soon. You felt as your body slowly got colder and colder. You were drifting in and out of consciousness. You couldn’t breathe. Please, for the love of god, make it stop, make it stop, make it stop, make it stop, make it stop, make it sto-

“(Y/N).”

You saw a hazy figure in front of you. You felt someone’s hands gripping your shoulders in a firm grasp, you thrashed about trying to get out of it’s grip. You saw the monster that took your wing from you. The thing that killed you. You threw your arms about blindly in a desperate attempt to land a hit to try and get it to let you go. The only reason it let you go in the cave was when your wing was torn off, was it going to take your arms too?

You felt a smack as your hand collided with what you guessed was its grotesque face. It yelped and jumped back, releasing its grip on you. Its yelp strangely sounded like your dad’s voice. Your mind was probably playing tricks on you, your dad wasn’t here. You needed to get out. You scrambled up to your feet and bolted. You weren’t going to get killed again, especially by that thing.

“(Y/N)!”

How did it know your name? More importantly, how was it talking to you? You were probably still in the cave bleeding out as your delirious mind turned stone into the comforting walls of your home. You were probably imagining hearing your dad’s voice in a last chance to comfort yourself as you neared your impending doom.

Running down the hall, you made your way to the stairs. You couldn’t jump over the banister, you would probably break your legs again without both of your wings. Your vision was tunneling as you only focused on how to get out and away from the monster. When you were halfway down the stairs, you saw Tommy sprinting up to you looking panicked. No one deserves to die in the way you did, especially not him.

“Oh my god, Tommy we need to get you out of here, it’s coming for us.”

He grabbed your shoulders and bent over to look you in the eye, “(y/n), whatever you’re seeing is not real, you-”

“We need to go now!”

He was cut off as you grabbed his hand and drug him down the stairs. You could hear the thing coming closer. It started to come towards you and Tommy. You yanked him along with you as you reached the living room and sprinted towards the front door. You could taste the freedom. It tasted sweet.

Right as you grasped the door handle, you felt Tommy wrap his arms around your waist and pull you back. What the fuck, did he want to die?

“Tommy, if you don’t let me go now, it’s gonna get us. Please, you don’t wanna die the way I did.”

He said nothing as he turned you around and blocked the doorway with his body. The monster turned the corner and entered your sights. You’d be damned if you let Tommy die. You were determined to protect him even if you ended up dying a second time.

You puffed up your wing and shifted your body into a stance that you hoped was threatening. Pushing Tommy behind you and shielding him with your wing, you harshly glared at it.

“You fucking bastard, ya here for seconds? Was my wing not enough for you? Well, I’ve got bad news for ya, I won’t let you kill me again. I won’t let you near my brother.”

“(Y/n), it’s me,” it croaked out in your dad’s voice and started to slowly walk towards you, holding its arms up. Why wasn’t it shambling like it did in the cave? You felt more fear well up in your gut as you stepped back.

“You’ve got a lotta audacity to use my father’s voice against me. I’ll rip you to shreds if you step any closer to us. DO YOU UNDERSTAND ME? I’LL FUCKING KILL YOU.”

It stepped back, it’s mouth impossibly frowning more as more drool pooled from its mouth. Tommy wrapped his arms around yours as he bound you to his chest. Thrashing, you desperately tried to get out of his hold.

“TOMMY WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING? DO YOU WANT TO DIE? THAT THING IS RUTHLESS, IT WILL TEAR YOU APART LIMB BY LIMB JUST LIKE IT DID TO ME. DO YOU WANT THAT?”

He once again said nothing. You felt your hair on the top of your head start to dampen. You heard more footsteps running to you. Techno and Wilbur appeared behind the monster. They looked absolutely terrified. Were you going to watch your older brothers die?

Your chest heaved as you looked at them with wide eyes. “Tech, Wil please, for the love of god run while you still can. It’s in front of you.”

They glanced at each other before Wilbur grabbed the monster’s arm. You screamed in horror as it looked at him. To your confusion, Wilbur wasn’t grabbed. He just gently led the monster away into the kitchen.

“I SWEAR TO GOD IF YOU TOUCH A SINGLE HAIR ON HIS HEAD, YOU’LL MEET A FATE WORSE THAN MINE. I WILL MAKE SURE YOU SUFFER MORE THAN I DID, YOU GODDAMNED FREAK.”

Your hoarse screaming was interrupted as Tommy squeezed you against his chest tighter. Techno slowly approached you, making sure that you saw his every move, and bent over to look you in the eye. Tommy’s arms tightened around you, scared that you were going to lash out at Technoblade.

“(Y/n), The Warden isn’t here. You’re home, you’re not in the cave. You’re safe.”

You studied his face. Was he even real? Was any of this real? He looked real. Then again, everything around you looked real.

“I… Tech, are-are you real? Is any of this real?”

Techno pulled you out of Tommy’s arms and pulled you into his own tight embrace. He pressed a hand on the back of your head and pushed your face into his shoulder, rocking you back and forth. Your forehead tickled where you felt the end of his braid brush against your skin. You started to sob into his chest.

“Tech, I was so scared. I… I thought I was gonna die again. Please don’t let me die.”

“The Warden isn’t here, (y/n). I’m real. The house is real. You are home. No one else is here besides Dad, Wilbur, Tommy, me, and you. You’re safe. We won’t let you die again.”

He repeated the same things over like a mantra. With each reassurance, you felt yourself calm down. Techno’s soothing, monotone voice gave you something that wasn’t too overstimulating to center your focus on. You cried until you didn’t have any tears left to cry. Even after you were done crying, Techno continued to rock you back and forth, caressing your hair on the crown of your head like he did when you were kids.

The voices in his head have been screaming at him nonstop since he saw that they had lost a life earlier in the day. They were telling him that he was stupid for letting you go mining alone. That he was a failure for letting you die alone. He couldn’t hear his own thoughts. He could only attempt to comfort you while trying to ignore the voices.

Tommy stood stiff at the door watching you two. For the first time in his life, he didn’t know what to do. His older sibling was always calm and collected. He’s never seen you react like that. He’s never seen you so terrified. You were always the one to comfort him, never the other way around. You were there to give him hugs when he scraped his knee as a child. You were there when he’d have nightmares. You always made sure that he was alright. He was truly stumped.

Meanwhile in the dining room, Philza sat at the head of the table staring blankly at his folded hands placed in his lap. Wilbur had pulled up a chair to sit next to him, rubbing his back in small circles. The two didn’t speak to each other. Instead, they were listening to your heartbreaking sobs as Techno’s deep voice rumbled lowly underneath your sobbing.

Wilbur didn’t know how to comfort his dad. Hell, he didn’t know how to comfort himself. His little sibling just died, forgot about it, and remembered it in the span of six short hours. Your death must’ve been traumatizing if you were reliving it. He didn’t know how to comfort you, he always was the one, besides Philza, to comfort you when you were upset as a kid. He felt completely lost.

Philza remembered how he felt his heart drop when he heard you start to scream from the other side of the bathroom door. The instinct to comfort his child overpowered his rational thought as he opened the door. He found you curled in on yourself on the ground with your only wing tightly wrapped around you mid panic attack. He asked you multiple times if it was alright to touch you, but you never responded. You just kept your eyes screwed shut. He was crouched in front of you trying to get you out of your trance before he decided to put his hands on your shoulders. That made you finally open your eyes. He tried to give you a smile, but you started to flail your arms. He dodged the best he could, but your movements were too erratic and you ended up smacking him across the face.

He felt so scared for you when you ran away from him in a panic. He thought you were going to hurt yourself when you reached the stairs. He felt like someone tore his heart out and stomped on it when he realized that you were afraid of him. You saw him as your murderer. When you started to threaten him, he saw just how terrified you were of dying again. How terrified you were of him killing you. You didn’t react when tears started to slip down his cheeks. He didn’t care that you were threatening him, he cared that his own child was terrified of him.

At the moment, you were slowly fading out of consciousness in your brother's hold. You felt completely drained physically, emotionally, and mentally. You barely registered Techno picking you up and carrying you up the stairs to your room, laying you on your bed. He even covered your wing with your blanket.

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wizkiddx · 3 years

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work with me

this is for @worldoftom 'lolbrosgetsicktoo' challenge event thing - go check it out bcos lots of much better writers have got involved too✨! I'm v new to these things but I tried :) the prompt was: 'would you quit whining and just get in the bath' . (also look at me acc posting sort of regularly, who'd of thought?!?!)

warnings: sickness / fever (more dramatic than it needs to be) / LOTS of medical inaccuracies

summary: when tom doesn't take advice and ends up very ill, very far from home, there's one person whose stuck dealing with it

“Please Tom… I need you to work with me!”

It wasn’t his fault he was being a complete nightmare, though your patience was wearing off somewhat.

For context, you were in Morocco, where he had been filming part of his next film, which only made trying to take care of him that bit harder.

Everyone got ill sometimes. It wasn’t his fault.

That was the mantra ringing through your head, even if you had a more challenging time believing it. Tom wasn’t stupid, as much as he liked to joke about it. HOWEVER, what he was less good at was heeding warnings. He was a white boy in Morrocco; the health and safety briefing had literally been aimed at him. Had he taken the advice not to eat any dodgy looking meats at the market?

Of course not; that’d be boring.

Everyone else was fine. You’d all sampled Morroccos culture without giving yourselves the worst case of food poisoning you’d ever witnessed. But not Tom - possibly one of the only ‘indispensable’ people on the set. If you, or one of the minor characters, or even the director, had got ill - the show could continue.

When you’d been rudely awoken by your phone going off, you’d known instantly. It was as if you’d told him not to take a bite out of the weird burger once you were away from the eager view of the street vendor. Sure enough, with bleary eyes, you hissed at the brightness of the phone screen before seeing ‘Tom H’ on the screen.

“Y/n?” His voice was croaky, but just from the single call of your name, it was clear he was feeling sorry for himself.

“Are you okay? It’s late T.”

“Um I… can you come over? You…you might need the key I’m - um- in the bathroom.”

As his stylist, it technically wasn’t part of your job description to also be mother when he was sick, but (unfortunately for you) after the 3 years working side by side with him - you were also friends.

Which you were almost regretting by the second time rinsing the toilet bowl clean after he’d evacuated what seemed to be the majority of his vital organs into it. Honestly, it was impressive how he managed to keep going.

That had been at around 4 in the morning- the doctor had been called at 8, coinciding beautifully with his 5th toilet extravaganza. Once the doctor had confirmed your original, if completely unqualified, diagnosis of food poisoning - you hadn’t been able to bite your tongue. Perhaps an ‘i told you so’ might’ve slipped past your lips, but Tom was a bit too out of it to argue back.

You’d been given firm advice from the doctor - he said little sips of water, rest and control his temperature. It all had seen pretty simple - though the action? Not so much.

It wasn’t his fault, yet Tom was not super compliant. You and Harry had both been taking turns in practically forcing him to take sips of water, having to turn off ‘modern family’ till he did. The blackmail had put you both in his bad book.

Honestly, thank the lord Harry was here too. You’d woken him up at seven, begging for help and since then, you’d tagged teamed. While one was looking after Tom, the other was phoning the director, the doctor, and the crew to inform them of the current situation.

Again, of all people. Why’d it have to be Tom?

Mainly because you knew how mortifying he found this. He didn’t like people fussing over him, never had. He liked to work hard, liked to make people happy - definitely didn’t like to feel a burden. Perhaps what made him feel ten times worse was that he knew he was inconveniencing the whole production team massively.

And yes, as you’d unhelpfully reminded him, it was ‘his fault’.

The lavish hotel room, big bathroom and pretty efficient AC still didn’t manage to mask the pungent in-the-back-of-your-throat smell from the bathroom. At the doctor’s advice, who had been a little concerned at Toms fever, Harry had cranked the AC on high. It had forced you to steal one of Tom’s big hoodies and a pair of joggers- you hadn’t left his room since he first called you, still wearing your tiny pyjama shorts and an old tee.

“Please turn the air con off.” His little voice whined from where he was lying, huddled up under the covers. Perched on the other side of the double bed, but over the covers with your laptop on his lap, you could actually feel him shivering with the chills. It felt like you were torturing the poor boy.

“T you know I can’t. It’ll make your fever worse.” The way he looked up at you, like a little Labrador that you were refusing to pet, actually pained your heart.

Okay, so yes it was his fault, but you weren’t mad, you just felt so awful for him.

“Please I’ll- I’ll pay you more.” His voice was hoarse; though he denied a sore throat, it sounded like the constant sickness was burning his windpipe.

“Tommm” you pouted, sticking your bottom lip out “I don’t want your money, want you to get better.”

Apparently giving up, brown eyes shot you the filthiest look in disappointment, rolling to face away from you. You thought he was giving you the silent treatment in a huff, but instead, he was praying on the weaker one.

“Harry, I’ll buy you that set of golf clubs-“

“NO!” You had to interrupt before Harry would say yes - because from the way his younger brother shot up from the arm chair, he was about to. Scowling eyes slowly focused back on you in annoyance, making you huff - shutting the laptop and kneeling on the bed to face him. After pressing the back of your palm to his forehead, which was scorching hot, you sighed. “I know you feel shitty and I’m so so sorry but I’m trying to make you better. So shut up, drink this and go to sleep!”

Like a child scorned, you received another death glare however, then he complied, taking a sip of the water you offered before lying back - huddling even tighter.

And it had been relatively peaceful for a few hours; Tom seemed to be getting some sleep - even if he was tossing and turning. Eventually, a prescription that the doctor had requested worked its way through the system, Harry getting a text to say he could go pick it up. The nearest pharmacy was probably a 30 minute drive from the hotel, so he left as soon as.

This left you alone with Tom, where the situation only descended into more chaos.

Almost as soon as Harry had left, Tom had stirred with a grunt. All it took was one look at his face for you to know. Both of you leapt up and flew into the toilet, Tom once again getting very familiar with the Moroccan toilet bowl.

This time though, when he had leant backwards, he’d sort of lost control and flopped most the way - you catching him before he could hit his head on the tiled floor.

“Woah, easy there!” It wasn’t like he’d passed out, but the look in his eye as he slumped into your lap… he wasn’t all there either. “Hey Tom… you with me? Tom?”

Lazily he blinked up at you, not really replying except for groans of half-formed words.

Deciding this had all got a bit direr, you almost sprinted back into the room, grabbing your phone and returning. He was still on the floor, his thumb and first finger pressing into each eye - groaning again.

“Hey Tom? I’m gonna call the doctor you need anything?” He whined in response, stopping only when you stroked his sweaty hair back, most of your attention on dialling the correct number.

The solution he’d given wasn’t pretty: Tom’s fever was too high hence why he was all woozy and groany. Until the doctor could get over with the stronger medications, you needed to lower his temperature in other ways or take him to hospital. He’d absolutely hate hospital, but the other choice? Boy, was he not going to like it either.

Ignoring Tom’s croaked question of what you were doing, you busied yourself switching on the bath taps. You let the water run until it was the right (very mild) temperate, then turned back to Tom, who’d managed to work himself up to sit against the sink unit.

“The doctor says you need it.” His brain was foggy, his mind was slow but your tone told him enough to know something was wrong with the bath. “Just take your clothes off and then I’ll help you-“

“Absolutely fucking not.” Good. He was still with it enough to argue.

“I am just as uncomfortable as you are Tom, but we both know you can’t stand up without fainting, so you are going to need my help.”

“Y/n!”

“Keep your boxers on and it’s just like a fitting! I’ve seen you have those before!”

It was clear as day just how emasculated he felt, especially because he knew you were right. Sitting up at this current moment was a push; there was no way he was getting in the bath without some help. Defeatedly he nodded, but gave you a piercing look to turn around before he started wiggling himself out of the flannel pyjama trousers and light cotton t-shirt. Most confusingly, he still felt freezing cold, yet he had long since learned not to argue with you - especially when your justification came from the advice of a doctor.

Your cue to turn around came in the form of an extra angry-sounding grunt- the look you got when you did wasn’t much better either. It was a weird contrast, though, having someone who physically appeared so indestructible (a superhero for crying out loud); to have been absolutely beaten to a pulp by a few mouth fulls of weird meat. You had seen his bare torso before, although it still wasn’t something easy to get used to - making you clench your teeth together just slightly. A very welcome view.

Perhaps you looked just a little too long at the man who was technically your boss, hunched angrily on the floor in nothing but his calvins - another grunt shaking you out of it. By now, the bath was almost full and you hurried to shut off the water, feeling your cheeks heat up as you cursed silently to yourself.

“Okay come on, gimme your arm.” Begrudgingly Tom followed your request, slinging his arm heavily over your shoulder as you crouched beside him. As strong as he looked, you knew right now he felt powerlessly weak - all that muscle was just going to be almost dead weight.

Now it was your turn to grunt and groan as you pulled Tom up to stand, him focusing on blinking away the headrush he got.

“Come on T work with me here.” Getting him to the side of the bath wasn’t too difficult, the issue came when he stepped with one foot into the bath and yelped, instantly withdrawing as if it was a literal ice bath.

The sudden movement had you both losing balance, ending with Tom sitting on the edge of the bath and you leaning over him, in between his legs, and slapping your hand on the wall opposite purely so you both didn’t end up in the bath.

“Tom!”

“It’s like ice water!”

“Its lukewarm like the doctor said!”

“It is not its from the fucking arctic!”

“Oh for god sake!” Exasperated, you paced up and down the bathroom shaking your head at his ridiculousness. This was ALL. HIS. FAULT.

You came back to him with an ultimatum.

“It’s this or the doctor said I had to drag your ass to hospital.”

“Nooooooo.” The 25 year old seemed to convert into a whiny three year old again.

“Those are the two options. So will you PLEASE quit complaining and get in the bath.”

Keeping up the toddler persona, Tom huffed but reluctantly nodded in agreement - you had come up trumps. It didn’t stop him yelping when you helped to lower him in. His breath was shaky, as a response to the ‘cold’, but he was firming it. At least when you felt his forehead after a couple of minutes, it certainly seemed as though the fever was starting to ease off .

“You can go if you want.” His voice was murmured and as you looked up at him, he did his very best to avoid your gaze.

“Not a chance, if you drown on my watch, Nikki will never forgive me.” At the very least he seemed to appreciate your joke, scoffing a little with a small nod. “If you don’t want me here I get it. As soon as Harry’s back, I’ll swap with him.”

“No! It’s not that its… I’m just an ass when I’m ill.”

“A self aware ass, though.” Again he chuckled a little, as you folded your arms on the edge of the porcelain tub, resting your head lying to one side. “You had me pretty scared there for a moment, you know?”

He nodded a little, creating a wave of ripples in the water which you watched to avoid his gaze - which you knew was tracing all your features inquisitively.

“Hey it’s in the job description, always a bit dramatic... I’m sorry though I should never of called you- don’t know why I didn’t just get Harry.” In response you tutted, taking a moment to lean up and push his sweaty curls back a bit.

Just because you could, it was allowed in this moment.

“’m glad you did.”

“Yeh me too” He sighed, eyes fluttering shut in the easy silence of the bathroom. You kept a vigilant eye on him for the next 20 minutes, checking the temperature of his forehead using the back of your hand, whilst he seemed to finally get a bit of proper restbite, appearing like the worst had passed. You had no idea what was taking Harry so long; in fact it was the doctor that arrived first- who you ran to let in (not wanting to leave Tom asleep in the bath one bit).

Whilst the doctor did all his checks, taking his temperature properly this time, satisfied that it was much more manageable. He still wanted to set him up with some oral rehydration rescue packs to get his hydration status a bit better and give some anti-sickness tablets and antipyretics.

Having actually been getting some rest before all the prodding and poking, Tom was back to being a grumbling dick - now not wanting to leave the bath (the irony was real - making you roll your eyes). Once again, he appeared embarrassed to have you see him like this, so you left the doctor to help him get out and changed- instead going down to reception to get a fresh set of sheets, as he’d done a pretty impressive job of sweating through the old ones.

Even if tired and grumpy, when Tom exited the bathroom, he looked much better - he was walking himself without the doctor’s help. Which honestly was such a relief because when he had passed out on you, you genuinely were terrified. Thankfully the doctor stayed for the next 20 or so minutes, which was just when Harry returned with a bag of medications - which were now wholly redundant, given the doctor had already supplied everything.

“What happened?” Harry asked you in a hushed voice, whilst Tom was distracted with getting his medications. Recounting the story of Tom pretty much passing out, Harry grimaced for you, then launching over to give you a tight hug.

“Are you okay?” That was a novel idea, you hadn’t really thought about yourself at all - but honestly, you were a bit shaken, having been running on adrenalin for most of the night.

“I-uhm… yeh I think so… just-just was a bit scared, I guess? Felt bad too because he didn’t want me there but-“

“I can promise you Y/n, he did want you there. Just probably embarrassed he wasn’t all manly and that…” With a nod, you smiled softly at the frizzy-haired boy.

Whilst working with Tom, it also meant getting pretty close to his younger brother. The two Hollands were almost attached at the hip, which you were very much okay with.

It was weird though... your relationships were completely different. Harry was just your brother, through and through. He wound you up like a sibling but also knew you as if he had your whole life. With Tom… it wasn’t that. Arguably, you were closer to Tom, but on a different level. It was more exciting, more nerve-wracking and heartwarming all at the same time. Honestly, you couldn’t get your head around it properly.

“Hey, you’re probably shattered. Why don’t you go back to your room and get some sleep? I got it in here.” You knew Hary was trying to offer something nice, and now all the excitement had worn off, you were unbelievably shattered. But you didn’t like the idea of not being there, as a just in case.

“Uhm, I think I might just stay, you know?” And he did, with a deliberate, knowing smile, he nodded.

He knew you were worried. He knew Tom had really really scared you. He also knew how much you cared about his brother.

Just like how Harry knew Tom wanted you there, even if he felt embarrassed. Well, anyone would- when you are passing out half-naked in front of the one person that really matters.

It was just at this point that the doctor was done, giving Harry instructions about the rest of the day, when you made a beeline for the bed. Tom was propped up against the headboard, still with a pale sullen look and tired eyes, but a bit less clammy and more human. He cracked a smile as you crawled up onto the other side of the bed, kneeling next to him.

“How’re you doin’?”

“All drugged up, just feel fucking exhausted.” Instinctively you reached up to feel his forehead, really appreciating the fact it felt almost normal.

“Join the club mate, I had a 5am wake up call too.” You almost whispered, intending to make Tom laugh, but instead only getting a pout.

“I am sorry, a-are you going to go back to your room?”

“Nah” Tom’s eyes didn’t light up, except the fact that they very much did. “Can’t trust you not to get into trouble while I’m gone Holland.”

“Thanks.” He laughed weakly before shimmying down on the bed, so he was much more comfortable. “And thankyou, I-I’m sorry I’m a dickhead and made your life-“

“Shut up Tom!” Laughing, you lightly slapped his arm, also leaning down on the bed, so you were lying facing him. “You’re all feverish; go to sleep before you say something stupid.”

There was a long pause, Tom just gazing deep into your eyes, because he was pretty sure what he was thinking was nothing to do with the dodgy unidentified meat he’d had the evening before.

“What... like asking you out?”

…..

“Maybe that wouldn’t be so stupid.”

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