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amazingphanisnotonfire-imagines · 3 years

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Maeve//i don't belong, and my beloved, neither do you

Request: Could you please do something else with Maeve? Perhaps something where reader works with Maeve on an English project and she's surprised that they have so much in common. She realizes she has feelings for her somehow after that? Sorry that's sort of rubbish, have a swell day/night.

hey! what’s up everybody! i hope everyone is well, and i hope you like this!! title is from ‘the lakes’ by taylor swift!

- English projects are never fun

- I mean, who finds constant stress and a deadline that’s always far too close fun?

- Nobody

- That’s who

- Well apart from Mrs Jones

- Your year 9 English teacher who made every minute of her classes a living hell

- And who mysteriously went missing half way through the year after having a screaming match with a fellow English teacher

- When she was supposed to be teaching you Romeo & Juliet.

- One day she was accusing Miss Newman of being a terrible teacher and purposefully bumping up students grades so she looked better

- And the next day both her and Miss Newman were gone

- And you only got a replacement teacher when you moved into year 10

- Right now though

- Its seems Miss Sands is going through some stuff

- Because not only did she give you an assignment on Friday with a deadline of Monday

- She also chose your partners instead of letting you choose your own

- Which is why you’re stood outside of Maeve’s in the pouring rain

- On a frankly miserable Saturday morning

- It seems the weather knew exactly what sort of weekend you were facing

- And decided to make it even worse.

- By the third knock

- You’re about to give up

- The curtains are still drawn

- And you’ve seen more movement in a graveyard

- Plus

- You kind of already assumed you would be doing the project alone

- Maeve Wiley was known for being very...

- ...independant

- And group projects are no different

- You actually think she may be more independent during group projects

- So as soon as Miss Sands paired you together

- You knew

- You were 99% sure that

- You’d do your thing

- She’d do hers

- And then five minutes before the presentation

- You would figure out a way to connect the two.

- Anywayyyy

- While daydreaming about a time when you won’t have any assignments

- And making awkward, accidental eye contact with Maeve’s neighbours

- The door in front of you opens

- Simultaneously giving you a fright and almost knocking you out

- She yawns and scratches the top of her head

- ‘what are you doing here?’

- She sounds both tired and annoyed and you blink at her a few times before answering

- ‘er - i - the project. for english.’

- It takes her a few seconds to process what you’ve said

- But when she does

- She looks even more miserable than she did five seconds ago

- And you brace yourself for a long weekend

- She sighs and rolls her eyes

- Before slowly opening the door properly and letting you in

- You feel slightly nervous as you walk in

- But you really have no idea why

- It’s not like she’s a complete stranger

- But then again

- She’s not exactly a friend

- ‘don’t worry, i’ve hidden the drugs. i don’t really like to share anyway.’

- ‘what?’ you ask confused and she rolls her eyes again

- She huffs and crosses her arms before nodding to the slightly messy living room

- ‘i get it. we’re a bunch of benefit fraud chavs that do nothing but drink and smoke all day.’

- ‘that’s not what i was thinkin-’

- ‘sure it wasn’t.’ she rolls her eyes and you stare down at the floor. ‘i need to get changed so make yourself at home I suppose.’

- She walks into what you assume is her bedroom and slams the door behind her

- Leaving you to stand awkwardly in the middle of the living room

- It’s small and slightly cramped

- And most people would say that all the stuff makes it look busy

- But to you

- It’s wonderful

- It’s filled with stories and memories

- Some self explanatory

- Some slightly more bizarre

- Like the wonky blue and yellow clay swan living on the coffee table

- You really want to know the story behind it

- But decide it might be a little early in your partnership to start asking about her attachment to a half swan, half moth looking ornament

- So instead you pick up a pile of books on the dining table and move them onto the floor

- You can hear Maeve opening and closing drawers while humming a familiar tune

- And you feel yourself relax slightly as you place your laptop and books where the books were previously sat

- Even if it does feel like you’re using all of your braincells to try and figure out where you’ve heard it before

- ‘wow, do you actually trust me around that?’

- ‘what?’ you stop humming and look up at her

- She looks between you and the laptop, staring at you expectantly

- ‘oh no. i mean of course i do.’ you blush and she shakes her head before sitting opposite you

- ‘so what do we know about women in fiction?’

- ‘historically they are written as either a femme fatalle type or some sort of innocent angelic being.’

- ‘they still are’

- ‘true’ you agree and flick through your textbook

- ‘why don’t we write about that then?’

- ‘what? how we’re still depressingly far back in the equality movement, despite being told otherwise?’

- She stares at you for a few seconds

- A mixture of shock and surprise

- Before nodding

- And smiling

- An actual genuine smile

- You didn’t even know she could do that

- Well you did

- Of course you did

- But you just haven’t seen it a lot

- Usually when you see Maeve

- She’s either mad, grumpy or very, very, very angry

- But her smiling

- Puts a smile on your face

- And this was definitely not where you thought this was going

- ‘yeah...that’

- ‘okay.’ you shrug. ‘you can do classic literature because i know you prefer them and i’ll cover modern works.’

- ‘how do you know i prefer classics?’

- ‘the pile of books’ you nod towards the floor and she follows your gaze, tucking a piece of hair behind her ear. ‘they’re all ripped and folded. you either love them or really, really hate them’

- ‘okay’ she eyes you suspiciously as you focus on your laptop

- And you can feel your cheeks heat up under her gaze

- However as quickly as they were there

- They disappear

- And the two of you fall into a surprisingly comfortable silence.

- After about half an hour

- Maeve stops what she’s doing to stretch

- ‘is it okay if i play some music?’

- ‘sure, it’s your place. do what you want...as long as its not awful’

- ‘and what constitutes as awful?’ she asks, a smirk playing on her lips

- ‘well’

- And with that one question

- Your entire day disappears in front of you

- Laptops and books are closed and long forgotten

- And instead you talk about music and movies

- Books and plays

- Characters that you love and hate

- And the fact that her favourite character is the one you hate the most

- She makes you lunch while you debate between movies and books and which adaptations are good

- And which ones should never have been made

- And you clean up and apologise profusely after a stray cushion (possibly thrown by you) ends up knocking the pan over

- Surprisingly

- She finds it quite funny

- And you let out a relieved sigh

- Soon the sun goes down on another day

- And you’ve barely written two paragraphs done between you

- ‘do you want to stay?’ she asks while your putting your jacket on

- If she’d asked you that this morning

- You would have thought she had lost it

- But now it feels almost inevitable

- And you feel genuinely lucky to be asked

- Not many people get to know Maeve

- The real her

- And that last person she told all of this to broke her heart

- Very publicly

- And she told herself she would never let herself be that vulnerable with someone ever again

- But this just feels right

- For some reason you feel right

- She feels safe with you

- And part of her hates herself for it

- But then again

- She hates herself for not getting to know you sooner

- She feels far too attached to you

- And it’s barely been twelve hours

- You of course agree to stay

- Shocking yourself and her

- And while she sorts to sofa out

- You excuse yourself to the bathroom

- Under the pretences of telling your parents where you are

- It takes two seconds to text them

- And the other 28 to ask yourself

- What the fuck are you doing?

- Why are you agreeing to this?

- Why do you feel like this?

- What are you feeling?

- Who knows?

- Not you

- Great

- Now you’ve been in the bathroom for a suspicious amount of time

- Just get it together, Y/n

- It’s just a study sleepover

- Maeve gives you a questioning look as you leave

- ‘you know how mums are. always worrying about where you are and what you’re doing’

- ‘i wouldn’t actually’ she shrugs and your eyes widen

- ‘oh shit, sorry. i’m so sorry. god, i’m an idiot.’

- ‘it’s fine’ she forces a laugh and you wince. ‘i got you an extra duvet and little women is ready to watch so i can show you that the book is better’

- ‘that’s not what i said and you know it’

- ‘i’m sorry. i can’t hear you over the sound of me being 100% right and you being 100% wrong.’

- ‘you may be good at english, but you suck at maths’

- The next day you wake up to the sun shining through the curtains

- And a clump of Maeve’s hair in your mouth

- You splutter and cough and wake her up quickly

- And she jumps away from you and smacks her head of the table

- The two of you ended up moving the blankets to the floor while watching Pride and Prejudice

- And neither of you bothered to move back

- Maeve yawns and scratches her head

- Exposing a small part of her stomach and you feel yourself become a little breathless

- ‘are you okay?’

- ‘ye-yeah’ you nod and she eyes you suspiciously

- ‘whatever’ she shrugs and starts making breakfast

- You watch as she pours to bowls of cereal

- Giving you the last of the milk

- And for a second you’re a little worried as to how she knew you liked it

- But then you remember that she also likes it and you had a whole discussion about the best and worst types of cereal at 2am

- And half way through breakfast

- You remember the original reason you’re here

- And both of you curse loudly

- Before rushing to finish eating

-You get half way through your project

- When Maeve asks if you want to go out for a bit

- And well

- She doesn’t need to ask you twice

- And by the time you come back

- The feeling you had last night returns

- And has settled in your stomach

- For the foreseeable future it seems

- It makes you feel both light and heavy at the same time

- And when you look at her

- You feel dizzy

- So you rush to finish the project

- So you can go home and pretend nothing has changed

- And yeah

- With the need to leave

- You get the rest of the assignment done fairly quickly

- But you end up leaving feeling more confused about Maeve as you did when you started this

- Maybe Miss Sands was right about a weekend project

- Any longer and you would have gone insane trying to figure out whatever the hell this is

- You just have to get through tomorrow and then you’ll be okay

- Everything will go back to normal

- You and Maeve can go back to being neutral to each other

- And you won’t have to deal with all of these confusing feelings that have decided to make an appearance for some reason

- Wellll

- Turns out Miss Sands was wrong

- A weekend is not enough time

- And the first few presentations are awful

- To put it nicely

- So you spend the next week in a permanent confused state

- Confused as to why you start looking for Maeve whenever you enter a room

- Confused as to why your heart skips a beat whenever you hear her laugh

- Confused as to why you never want her stop talking in class

- Even if the bell has rung and it’s lunch

- Confused to why you keep looking for excuses to go over to see her

- Despite your assignment being long done

- And even more confused as to why you feel anxious when you’re waiting for her to answer the door

- The next Monday rolls around both painfully slowly and far too quickly

- And while you wait for Ola and Danny to finish their presentation

- Your hands shake with anxiety while your grip your papers

- Maeve reaches over the table and gives them a reassuring squeeze

- But it just makes them shake more and she slowly pulls back

- Your turn can’t come quick enough

- But then it’s over far too quickly

- And you slump back down in your seat disappointed

- Despite Miss Sands’ praise

- Because it’s over

- You no longer have an excuse to hang out with her

- You never talked before

- So why do you care about after

- But there’s so much about her that you want to know

- Like the weird swan/moth hybrid

- And the ugly plate that sits on top of the bookshelf

- You want to be part of these stories

- You want to be able to point to these things and say

- ‘yeah, i know exactly why that is special to you’

- You want to be the reason to add to this random collection of stuff

- You want her to smile when she looks at them because they’ll remind her of you

- You want her to smile when she looks at you

- ‘y/n? are you okay?’ she asks making you jump

- The classroom is now empty and you didn’t even notice the bell go

- ‘ye-yeah’ you nod and grab your bag

- ‘are you sure?’ she grabs your arm forcing you turn around

- ‘whats the weird swan thing on your coffee table?’ you ask and she furrows her eyebrows at you. ‘it’s just i saw it when i first came over and i really want to know the story behind it’

- ‘oh. aimee went through a pottery phase last year and that was the only thing she made that didn’t have a hole in it.’

- ‘and the plate?’

- ‘birthday present from my neighbours’

- ‘they got you a plate?’

- ‘yeah, they don’t have any kids’

- ‘clearly’

- Silence fills the room and you stare at the peeling posters behind her head

- You can feel Maeve move closer to you and your breath hitches when she stops a few centimetres in front of you

- She grabs your hand and squeezes it again

- And your heartbeat increases

- ‘y/n?’

- ‘yeah?’

- ‘i’m really, really confused right now. like more confused that i have ever been in my life. but what i do know, is that if i watch you walk out of that door without saying anything first, then i’d regret it for the rest of my life. i’ve only ever felt like this about boys before, but now i feel this and more about you and i have no idea where it’s come from or what i need to do, but i do know i need to tell you. because otherwise, it wouldn’t be fair for either of us’ she whispers and you stare at her wide eyed

- ‘can i kiss you?’ she asks and you nod your head quickly

- Slowly she leans in

- Her eye flutter closed and you follow

- Your lips brush over hers

- Her hands wrap around you waist to pull you close

- And then your lips connect

- And you feel everything change

- She kisses you slowly

- And when you pull away you both feel breathless

- Her cheeks are bright red

- And there’s a shy smile playing on her lips as she looks at you bashfully

- And all of a sudden you feel really grateful for Miss Sands and her personal issues

- Although you really hope they are resolved now

- For your sake as well as hers

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petersshirts · 3 years

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Too Long | bucky barnes

pairing: bucky barnes x reader

summary: you and Bucky have grown close over the last year, but when he disappears, you really start to worry

warnings: none, pure fluff!

words: 1,9 k

A/N: um, I’m back?? tfatws inspired me for this, and I hope you like it! it’s been some time since I wrote something, so feedback would be greatly appreciated!!

6:00 a.m.

the loud ringing from your alarm woke you and you slowly blinked, trying to figure out where you were and what was going on. after a few seconds, the realisation hit you that it was a normal work day and it was time to get ready for work. you groaned and slowly stood up to make your way to the bathroom.

it was still dark outside but you could hear the sirens on the street - new york city never slept. just like you for the last week. in the kitchen, you made yourself a big cup of coffee to survive the day. for the last few days, nightmares hunted you. and you knew exactly why.

for the next thirty minutes, you quietly got yourself ready and finally walked out of the door of your apartment, trying to ignore the door that you passed on your way downstairs. but the pain in your heart and the name in your head couldn’t just make you forget.

Bucky.

your neighbour, who was just a stranger when he arrived a year ago. but over time, you got to know the quiet man who sent you smiles that made your stomach churn. whenever he laughed, it felt like you just won an Oscar. his laugh felt like music to your ears and made you happy because you had made him happy.

you had never really thought about more than a casual friendship between bucky and you when he had suddenly disappeared a week ago, everything changed. you were worried sick because you knew his history as the winter soldier, and even though he had assured you many times that he was fine and he wouldn’t fall back into his old pattern, you still worried. not really because you were worried for the people around you, but because of him.

you knew that bucky hated to talk about his time as the winter soldier and the way he found his way out. to talk about steve. you had never met captain america but when he disappeared to find another, happier life, bucky was broken. he couldn’t understand why his best friend had left him behind, all alone to himself. at this point, bucky had been mentally stable due to his time in Wakanda, but it still gave him nightmares every night.

and you were the one to stop them. whenever he had a nightmare, he came to your apartment with the key you gave him for emergencies. he slipped right next to you in bed, enjoying your presence more than he would admit. on your part, you were just happy that he trusted you that much to show his vulnerability.

but there was never more than that. and you actually never thought that there was more than that, until he was gone. last tuesday, you knocked on his door for your weekly movie night, but there was no answer. you started to panic, because it was very rare that bucky was not home. maybe he went out, but since he didn’t have any friends other than the old guy he had met on the street, you doubted that.

you called him twenty times, but there was no answer. the panic was rising in your chest, your mind already imaging every single way he could have been hurt or compromised. you got the spare key from your apartment, but when you entered his place, there was no bucky. everything looked just like it always did, a few clothes on the chairs and sofa, but nothing out of the ordinary. there was nobody you could go to to ask for help. so you just went back home, hoping that he would just knock on your door with a smile on his face, saying sorry that he’s late because he went to the supermarket to get some snacks for movie night.

but he didn’t come. every day, you knocked on his door, called him but no answer. it was slowly driving you nuts and you were missing him like crazy. and by crazy you mean not just like a friend. you realised the change quite quickly because the longing in your chest was nothing you had ever felt before. it felt like you were missing a part of yourself and everywhere you looked, you saw him.

bucky was everywhere. in your ruffled up sheets, the musky scent still clinging to your pillow because you refused to wash them and get rid of his smell completely. his sunglasses on your table or the extra blanket you had bought for him for the sofa so he wouldn’t be cold. he had only chuckled at that and pressed a small kiss on your forehead, mumbling a small thank you.

now, a week later, you felt completely hopeless. you didn’t know why he at least called you, this wasn’t a good sign at all. you cared for bucks so much, it frightened you. never before had you had this feeling with a boyfriend for two years, never had you felt so desperate to have him back in your arms.

on your way to your office, you tried to ignore all the horrible thoughts in your head, but it was quite impossible. bucky was everything to you. there. you admitted it. I am in love with bucky barnes.

and you could never tell him. you could never say to him that he was so special to you, that you wanted him in your apartment full time, you wanted to get him your own towels and a workspace. tears started rolling down your cheeks, a sharp pain filling your heart. you had no idea how you should handle this situation.

for the whole day at work, you tried to smile and talk to your co-workers, trying to ignore the horrible feeling in your heart, it felt like bucky himself had stabbed you. when it was finally 4 pm and time to go home, you wandered through the streets, trying to take as much time to go home as possible. because there was nobody waiting for you anymore. you bought yourself some food at your favourite deli and finally opened the door to your apartment complex, your eyes fixed on the floor.

you completely ignored the door you had knocked on so many times and made your way to your place, fumbling with your keys but before you could open the for yourself, it was opened from the inside. you looked into two familiar blue eyes and your heart stopped for a second. you just stared at bucky, not knowing to react.

„you - you’re alive!“ and in the next moment, you fell into his arms pulling him close to make sure that this was not a dream. that he was really here. bucky just chuckled and stroked your hair, smelling the familiar scent of coconut that had slowly but surely become his home. suddenly you pulled away, and checked his face for any injuries but exhaled after a short time because you didn’t see any injuries.

„where have you been? I was worried sick!“ you closed the apartment door behind you, trying to fight the urge to just take one more step and press his lips to yours. bucky stared at the ground, trying to find a good explanation for his sudden disappearance. everything just went so fast when sam called him with the super-soldier serum, he completely forgot about leaving you a message or even call you. but the 104-year-old man forgot his phone at his apartment and since he didn’t remember your phone number, there was just no way to call you. even if that was the only thing he wanted to do. to hear your voice, telling him everything was okay. that he would come home, come back to you.

„I’m so sorry love, but Sam called me to help him with a mission last week. I left in a hurry and left my phone at home. we went to Europe so there was no way to reach you.“ Bucky looked at you, hoping that you would forgive him. he knew he was an idiot to just leave unexpected, but he had also thought that you were just friends. but for the last week, the way he had thought about you changed. he didn’t want to be just friends.

you just grumbled something and walked past him, trying to sort out your thoughts. you were really happy that he was back and safe but also didn’t know how to act around him anymore. it felt like there was some tension in the room that never been here before.

bucky watched while you paced through the living room, a worried look on his face. he just wanted to hold you, whisper sweet nothings in your ear and enjoy your presence. he never wanted to leave your side again, to protect you from all the bad things in this world.

„what’s going on?“ bucky’s voice ripped you out of your thoughts and you looked up, bucky still a few meters away from you. you just sighed. there was no way you could tell him how you felt. he would never feel the same way and just look at you weirdly. you were just friends.

„it’s nothing.“ you mumbled, but bucky knew that it was not just nothing. he stepped forward, now only a few centimetres in front of your face. you sucked in your breath because he had never been that close to you. his blue eyes were watching you, trying to understand your body language. your eyes wandered to his lips and you quickly averted them back to his eyes, but bucky had seen it. a small smile wandered on his lips and he slowly put his hand on your waist, pulling you even closer.

your eyes went wide but before you could say anything, his lips landed on yours. in shock, you opened your mouth and bucks lips entered your mouth, his eyes closed in pleasure.

this is happening. this is really happening.

you closed your eyes in pleasure, a little moan escaping your mouth. bucks heart jumped at that sound, knowing that he had done something right. that he wasn’t the only one feeling this way. after a few minutes of kissing, he slowly pulled away, a glint in his eyes. you could only smile at him and kissed his chin, a small giggle escaping your lips.

„if you haven’t noticed, I’m crazy about you.“ bucky mumbled, his fingers wandering over your mouth, your nose, your brows. he watched you with fascination and the butterflies erupted in your stomach, a warm feeling settling in your gut. you kissed his fingers lovingly, your eyes shining just as much as his.

„and if you haven’t noticed, I’m in love with you.“ at these words, bucky couldn’t stop smiling at you. this was real. you liked him back. no, you loved him back, this broken man with all his flaws.

„Really?“ his voice was only a whisper now, his eyes searching for the truth in your own. you just grinned even more and nodded. „yes, you dork. but don’t you run away like that again, you scared me so much!“

„Never again.“

Bucky engulfed you in a hug and you just stood there together, enjoying each others presence, the both of you not believing their own luck.

It had been too long since there had been that much love in your lives. And it would never change, just get bigger and better over time.

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lunarfly · 3 years

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Harmione Essay: the most underrated H/Hr hug

The Harry Potter movies did a great job at showing one part of book Harmione - they share lots of hugs. But this seemed to shift the attention from book Harmione hugs to movie Harmione hugs. And the situation is worse than you’d think. Many Harmione fans not only underrate some book hugs, but most don’t even know the existence of them. I’m going to be discussing the most underrated hug shared between Harry and Hermione. The one that happens in HBP after Dumbledore’s death. Here’s the hug I’m talking about:

They [Harry and Ginny] had reached the hospital wing. Pushing open the doors, Harry saw Neville lying, apparently asleep, in a bed near the door. Ron, Hermione, Luna, Tonks, and Lupin were gathered around another bed near the far end of the ward. At the sound of the doors opening, they all looked up. Hermione ran to Harry and hugged him; Lupin moved forward too, looking anxious.

In this scene, Harry had just seen Dumbledore’s dead body and Ginny was taking him to the hospital wing on McGonagall’s orders. Right as Harry stepped in, he looked around, everyone started looking at him and Hermione jumped in his arms and hugged him.

At first glance, this may seem like a regular H/Hr moment, just another one of their hugs. It may seem like nothing special, we don’t get a unique description of the hug like we did in OotP, for example, when Hermione “threw herself into a hug that nearly knocked him flat.” So you may think it’s not s big deal at all.

But it is.

We have quite a few things to keep in mind while analyzing this hug, one of them being the phrasing. As I said, this hug doesn’t get a unique description but there’s still one thing to note:

At the sound of the doors opening, they all looked up. Hermione ran to Harry and hugged him; Lupin moved forward too, looking anxious.

Hermione didn’t just wrap her arms around him, she ran to him. She was probably standing at the other side of the room but as she heard the “sound of the doors opening”, she immediately saw Harry and ran up to him just to hug him! It’s such a sweet moment.

That’s not all though. It isn’t only cute, it’s also deep and emotional. To understand this, we’ll just have to take a look at the context of this hug, which gives it most of its depth and beauty.

Here’s a rather long (sorry!) scene for some context:

Dumbledore turned back to look out of the fiery window; the sun was now a ruby red glare along the horizon. Harry walked quickly from the office and down the spiral staircase. His mind was oddly clear all of a sudden. He knew what to do.

Ron and Hermione were sitting together in the common room when he came back. “What does he want?” Hermione said at once. “Harry, are you okay?” she added anxiously.

“I’m fine,” said Harry shortly, racing past them. He dashed up the stairs and into his dormitory, where he flung open his trunk and pulled out the Marauder’s Map and a pair of balled-up socks. Then he sped back down the stairs and into the common room, skidding to a halt where Ron and Hermione sat, looking stunned.

“I’ve got to be quick,” Harry panted. “Dumbledore thinks I’m getting my Invisibility Cloak. Listen. . . .”

Quickly he told them where he was going and why. He did not pause either for Hermione’s gasps of horror or for Ron’s hasty questions; they could work out the finer details for themselves later.

“. . . so you see what this means?” Harry finished at a gallop. “Dumbledore won’t be here tonight, so Malfoy’s going to have another clear shot at whatever he’s up to. No, listen to me!” he hissed angrily, as both Ron and Hermione showed every sign of interrupting. “I know it was Malfoy celebrating in the Room of Requirement. Here —” He shoved the Marauder’s Map into Hermione’s hands. “You’ve got to watch him and you’ve got to watch Snape too. Use anyone else who you can rustle up from the D.A., Hermione, those contact Galleons will still work, right? Dumbledore says he’s put extra protection in the school, but if Snape’s involved, he’ll know what Dumbledore’s protection is, and how to avoid it — but he won’t be expecting you lot to be on the watch, will he?”

“Harry —” began Hermione, her eyes huge with fear.

“I haven’t got time to argue,” said Harry curtly. “Take this as well —”

He thrust the socks into Ron’s hands.

“Thanks,” said Ron. “Er — why do I need socks?”

“You need what’s wrapped in them, it’s the Felix Felicis. Share it between yourselves and Ginny too. Say good-bye to her for me. I’d better go, Dumbledore’s waiting —”

“No!” said Hermione, as Ron unwrapped the tiny little bottle of golden potion, looking awestruck. “We don’t want it, you take it, who knows what you’re going to be facing?”

“I’ll be fine, I’ll be with Dumbledore,” said Harry. “I want to know you lot are okay. . . . Don’t look like that, Hermione, I’ll see you later. . . .”

And he was off, hurrying back through the portrait hole and toward the entrance hall.

So I’ve highlighted the parts to pay the most attention to.

Basically, Harry rushes into the common room after meeting Dumbledore, Hermione asks him what has happened and she notices that Harry looks worried and is in a rush. She asks him what has happened and she’s anxious because she’s already worried just by seeing the look on his face. Harry answers “shortly” and runs to get the marauders map and Felix Felicis to give them to Hermione and Ron. He explains everything to them quickly, leaving out the details, and tells them what to do with the map and to take the Felix Felicis because he’s sure that Draco has achieved something which means no good. And now he’s off to this dangerous mission out of Hogwarts with Dumbledore where his life could possibly be put in danger! Just imagine how Ron and Hermione feel right now. Their best friend is taking a huge risk and is taking part in fighting the dark arts and he might not even return. They’re both looking “stunned” and Hermione is gasping out of horror! That’s right. Her worries and fears are sky-high. And now, after this short explanation, while Harry is “racing”, “speeding” and “dashing” to do everything in time and he’s going so fast that he’s running out of breath, “panting”, he’s just going to leave without saying proper goodbyes. The fact that this is all happening in such a rush is extremely important and meaningful because Hermione doesn’t even get to say a proper goodbye, she’s so scared and worried that her eyes are “huge with fear”, she doesn’t know what’s going to happen to Harry, whether she’s even going to see him ever again, she’s ready to reject the liquid luck so Harry can be safe, she’s trying to convince him to take the liquid luck, even after Harry says he’ll be fine with Dumbledore. She’s giving him the look of disapproval but before she can say another word and say a proper goodbye, he’s off again, hurrying to meet Dumbledore and his own possible death.

Just imagine how Hermione is feeling right now. And if that isn’t bad enough, Harry’s prediction actually comes true and death eaters start attacking! Ron, Hermione and Ginny barely survive the attack just by luck, literally. And now, when it’s all over and Hermione’s standing in a room in the hospital wing, desperately waiting for news along with the whole Order, Harry comes in. And she completely loses it. She runs to him and hugs him. Now do you understand the emotion in this scene? Both of them nearly died, she was probably going crazy thinking what could’ve happened to him, Harry was thinking and worrying about her too (”How long had they been away? Had Ron, Hermione, and Ginny’s luck run out by now?” “ Would he be responsible, again, for the death of a friend?”) and now they finally see each other and Hermione is probably feeling lightheaded knowing that he’s safe (compare to the DoM scene in OotP) and she hugs him. She just can’t do otherwise. And all of the unsaid “I’m so glad you’re safe” and “I’ve been so worried about you”s are all expressed through a beautiful and emotional embrace.

Now we know how deep this scene truly is. And imagine how beautiful this scene would be on screen. So much lost potential.

It brings a smile on my face imagining a worried Hermione running all the way across the room and flinging her arms tightly around Harry, hugging him and both of them looking so deeply relieved. Then quickly breaking apart as Lupin approaches “anxiously” and asks what Hermione doesn’t have the courage to ask.

The continuation of this scene is also nice. It’s Lupin who asks how Harry is, while Hermione stays silent but still stays next to Harry.

Nobody answered. Harry looked over Hermione’s shoulder and saw an unrecognizable face lying on Bill’s pillow, so badly slashed and ripped that he looked grotesque.

This shows they are still standing near each other.

And later everyone else seems interested in the conversation about Dumbledore’s death and Snape’s betrayal but Hermione doesn’t say a word. Like she’s still petrified from everything that’s happened and now this happened too.

Hermione clapped her hands to her mouth and Ron groaned.

[...]

Almost against his will he glanced from Ron to Hermione, both of whom looked devastated.

She looks “devastated” and doesn’t say a single word until Harry directly asks her, it almost reminds me of the scene at the hospital when Ron was poisoned.

“So if Ron was watching the Room of Requirement with Ginny and Neville,” said Harry, turning to Hermione, “were you — ?”

“Outside Snape’s office, yes,” whispered Hermione, her eyes sparkling with tears, “with Luna. We hung around for ages outside it and nothing happened. . . . We didn’t know what was going on upstairs, Ron had taken the map. . . . It was nearly midnight when Professor Flitwick came sprinting down into the dungeons. He was shouting about Death Eaters in the castle, I don’t think he really registered that Luna and I were there at all, he just burst his way into Snape’s office and we heard him saying that Snape had to go back with him and help and then we heard a loud thump and Snape came hurtling out of his room and he saw us and — and —”

The rest is irrelevant. I just thought I’d mention that Hermione is whispering and she’s almost crying, on top of all of the battles and duels she went through and all the worries and fears she had before seeing Harry alive, now she’s shocked from the news of Dumbledore. This girl is so strong.

I know I wrote a little more than I should’ve but I just really love this moment. Their care for each other, their worries and their fears, that’s what strengthens their bond. They have the most emotional relationship out of everyone in the series. This hug was truly beautiful and much, much more than just a hug.

And to end this essay, I thought I’d give you something about hugs (they happen over 5 times between H/Hr in the books) in general:

“We love to feel loved, and we love to feel good. Hugs satisfy both needs. When you touch someone affectionately, sit or stand close to them, gaze into their eyes, or wrap them in a big bear hug, our body responds on all levels: emotionally, cognitively, and physiologically.

Oxytocin — the human love drug — is also released when we hug. This hormone reduces blood pressure and stress hormones. According to Medical News Today, oxytocin ‘contributes to relaxation, trust, and psychological stability.’ Over time, it makes us feel bonded with another person.

Oxytocin provides feelings of pleasure, contentment, happiness, and even euphoria. These feels feel great — and they’re good for you.”

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"Weird Secret Friends" *Chapter 8*

Chapter 7

Chapter 9

I know, I wait almost 4 days and now you gotta go through this bullshit. I can already hear your cries of anguish and suffering.

I love it so much. MWAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!

That being said I promise regular chapters for the rest of the week! Okay I don't promise but I promise to do my best.

Note: Alright it's a fanfic people, alternate universes and all that. So you know what we're saying that all the Carisi sisters are younger, and Sonny was the big bro. Kay? I can't deal with all the continuity stuff.

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Sonny was watching TV with Amanda when his phone went off. He paused the movie and answered the phone:

“Barba it’s kinda late--”

“What's wrong with your cousin?” he flatly said.

“Excuse me?” Sonny asked. “What kind of question is that?”

“Just answer the question, Carisi,” Barba insisted.

“Well it's a loaded question, Barba.” Sonny replied.

“Okay then just answer me this,” Barba sighed. “Why did I come back to my apartment to find her halfway through my once full bottle of vodka and pouting on the couch. Oh, after she had gone through all of my things of course,”

“Aw shit,” Sonny muttered under his breath. “That's kind of on me, Barba,”

“One second babe,” He muttered to Amanda, while he got up and went into his kitchen.

“Babe?” Barba asked.

“It’s just Rollins,” Sonny dismissed it.

“So you have feelings for me, but you’re fucking Rollins?” He asked in a snarky tone.

“What, are you jealous or somethin’ Barba?” Sonny smirked.

“No, don’t be stupid,” Rafael rolled his eyes. “Why is it on you?” He changed the subject.

“I should have never filled her head with doubts and suspicions and then sent her back to your place; when I should have known that you would keep a full bar in your apartment,” Sonny sighed as he ran his hands through his hair.

“Well of course I would keep a stocked bar in my apartment Sonny, I entertain people and I'm a grown man,” Rafael scoffed.

“Yeah, again it's on me,” Sonny repeated.

“Okay so what is wrong with your cousin?” Rafael asked.

“I think that pretty much answers it, don't you think?” Sonny asked in a “duh” tone.

“... I see,” Rafael glanced at his bedroom door wearily.

“Where is she now? Did you send her away? Please tell me you didn't send her away,” Sonny begged.

“No I didn't send her away, she's sleeping it off in my bedroom,” He got up and walked to his bedroom door. “I didn't want to just kick her out because she was upset. I'm not that big of a dick,” He whispered as he watched you sleep. You looked so calm and peaceful, that’s the girl he remembered.

“ You know, this should probably be better explained in person,” Sonny walked back into his living room where Amanda glanced over at him. He motioned for her to get her stuff together.

“Can I come over?”

“Yeah okay, not like I have anything else to do,'' he rolled his eyes as he shut his bedroom door and walked back to his living room.

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Sonny showed up to Rafael's apartment with a loaded head and a semi heavy conscience. He knocked on the door and Rafael let him inside.

“Okay so what kind of long story is this,” Rafael asked while he poured himself a glass of scotch. He noticed Sonny giving him a weird look.

“What? It's not like she's in here now,” he rolled his eyes.

“True,” He nodded. “Do you have beer?”

“Yes, dark or light?” Rafael made a disgusted face while he asked. He couldn't stand the taste of beer but he always had it on him just in case he had barbarians over such as Sonny.

“Shiner Bock, if you have it,” Sonny requested. Rafael nodded as he went into his ‘party fridge’ and handed him one before sitting on the couch across from him.

“Alright so where do I start?” Sonny thought out loud.

“Well I guess first of all I wanted to say I don’t wanna say I told you so, but this is exactly why I didn't want you and Y/N to get involved in the first place. It had nothing to do with my feelings for you. It’s because I know that you tend to keep relationships with guys and girls chill and casual, but Y/N is a special case and special to me,”

“Yeah.. I wish you had expressed that before,” Rafael groaned.

Well what was I supposed to say in front of her, Barba? ‘Oh hey by the way, you probably shouldn't get involved with my trainwreck of a cousin? Sonny asked defensively.

“Maybe? I don’t know…” Rafael sighed as he put his head in his hands.

“Look, Rafael,” Sonny put a hand on his shoulder. “It’s not like she’s some kinda degenerate junkie,”

“Oh well, that’s great--” He started to roll his eyes.

“I’m serious Rafael!” He pounded the table.

“Okay okay, I’m sorry Sonny,” He finally used his first name, trying to be as soft with him as possible. He could see how much you meant to him, and it was really endearing. “Go ahead,”

“Alright,” Sonny sighed, ready to tell your life story. You would probably kill him later for it, but there was no hiding your...issues now, he might as well get the whole context.

“Well, first of all-- her dad died before she was born, overdose,” He began. “Then she was stuck with her junkie mother, my auntie. Who by the way at this point, nobody had heard from in years,” He took a sip of beer.

“So anyways,” He began again. “One day, she showed up at my mom’s doorstep with Y/N, and told her that she can’t take care of Y/N, or that she didn’t want to,” He sighed. “She was three years old by then, I don’t even wanna think about what happened before then,”

“Jesus…” Rafael muttered.

“I was eight years old at the time, my sisters were even younger. My mom and dad had enough on their plate with just us. So, I kinda took her under my wing,” He went on.

“We became so close, she wanted to go by “Sunny” just so she could be like me. I told her it would be confusing for the two of us, so I called her Sunshine, Sunny for short. That way if I’m calling her sunny, then obviously it’s not myself,” He chuckled. To this day, he still called you Sunshine.

“But as she grew up, she just...kinda had a rough go. She didn’t really interact with kids her own age, she was really defensive and untrusting with anybody but me. Not even my parents. And then we got the call that her mother died, and it ripped me up inside to see her body at the funeral. It was so fucked up, she was so fucked up. That’s why I-- I think something really bad happened to her when she was with her mother, Rafael. Like-- really, bad.

“Fuck..." Rafael muttered while glancing at his bedroom door. He didn't want to imagine what you had been through at such a young age. He wanted to run in his room right now and just hold you, but he kept his composure.

“So then I went off to college when she was ten years old, just about to start junior high. She begged me to stay, but I told her she had a good family and that my parents and sisters loved her as much as I did, and to stay out of trouble. But...kids are cruel. They made her harder, and harder. Without me there to be her-- I dunno, her guiding light or her-- protector, she just kinda fell into a bad crowd by the time high school rolled around,” He sighed while taking another swig of beer.

“...Right,” Rafael nodded.

“So when i came home from school my mom told me she was going to kick Sunny out. I asked her why, and she went on and on about how she had gotten in with these local girls who were like, I dunno some kinda girl gang, and they’d knock over liquor stores and then get drunk and stoned. She said she was never around anyway, unless it was to steal money out of her purse; And she just didn’t wanna deal with her anymore,”

“...But she was only fifteen at the time,” Rafael was stunned.

“Yeah, and that’s what I told her!” Sonny exclaimed. “Look Barba my mom is the salt of the earth, but like I said she had a lot on her plate and my dad wasn’t around a lot-- and she had three other daughters to watch out for,”

“Three of her OWN daughters,” Rafael clarified with a judgmental tone.

“HEY,” Sonny warned. “I know how it sounds. And maybe-- maybe you’re right, maybe that’s why she washed her hands clean of Sunny. Because she was just a by-product of her fucked up sister. But I-- I’m not gonna condemn her for it. And you sure as hell don’t get to judge her,”

“You’re right,” Rafael nodded while sipping his scotch.

“So I took Sunny in,” Sonny finished his beer as he wrapped up his story. “I took her in while I went through the police academy. I made sure she got sober, quit hangin’ out with those girls, I got her to do well in school, hell I got her to graduate high school!”

“And…?” Rafael pressed.

“...And when I started bouncing around precincts, she was finally a productive member of society so she started living on her own. She had a few jobs, but never really going anywhere. So once I got placed here in SVU and started making better money, I started helping her out with rent and her car, as long as she promised to start going to community college. Which she agreed to because she really does wanna make something of herself,” He half smiled thinking about how far you had come and how proud he was to call you his cousin now. You were so full of life with dreams and ambitions he never saw in you as a scared little kid.

“Okay so-- how does all of this lead to what happened tonight?�� Rafael leaned back and crossed his arms.

“Because she’s still an addict, Barba!” Sonny tried not to yell, but didn’t understand why Rafael was still so flippant about you.

“Just because she got her life together-- I got her life together, doesn’t mean that she just got ‘better’. She’s on a daily see-saw of sobriety. I do weekly ‘drop ins’ just to check on her. It’s gotten a lot better as time goes on, and the less and less I worry about her, but--” He took a breath and looked at the floor.

“....Deep down she’s still that little girl with all of her walls and her distrust. She doesn’t have friends, I really don’t think she’s ever had a stable ‘boyfriend’ or ‘girlfriend,’ I mean she-- she doesn’t, talk to people,” He paused before looking up and into Rafael’s eyes.

“...Which is why it has been yankin' my chain tryin’ to figure out just why in God’s name she was so-- open, to you,” He finally admitted. “She’s never been that close to anybody else but me, not in her entire life,”

“Wait,” Rafael put a finger up. “So...you haven’t actually been jealous of Y/N this whole time, you’ve been jealous of me?” He half laughed.

“I mean, it’s a little of both,” He shrugged with a small smile, able to joke about his feelings now. “But I meant what I said when I first got here, I know the main thing that Y/N needs in her life right now is stability. And you-- you are not stable, in the least,”

“Oh I’m the unstable one?” Rafael raised an eyebrow.

“Relationship wise, yeah,” Sonny pointed out.

“....Fair point,” Rafael nodded as he finished off his scotch. He knew the longest relationship he had ever had was with the cute barista he saw every morning who knew how to make his coffee just right. And that relationship only took him five minutes a day to maintain.

“So…” Sonny knocked Rafael from his thoughts.

“So...what?” Rafael quirked an eyebrow.

“So, I think that--” Sonny took a deep breath, knowing you might hate him for this. But it was for the best, and it needed to be said.

“I think that if you care anything about her, or me for that matter, that you let me take her home, and forget about this whole weekend,”

“....I mean…” Rafael rubbed the back of his neck. He didn't want to let you go. Well, he didn't want to let go of the girl he had met at Forlini's. The girl who made him laugh, who he could be his true self around, the girl he might---

“Look the bottom line here Barba is that Y/N is-- a lot of work. I should know, I’ve been taking care of her for 19 years. But I don’t mind it, because I love her more than anything else in this world. Well, her and the rest of my family. But still-- I love her,” Sonny now stood up.

“And I get that you like her, but she--- she has gotten way too serious about you way too fast, and way too hard. And this?” He gestured around the room, referring to the whole night. “This ain’t even the tip of the iceberg with her, if she’s really fallen off the wagon,”

“...God dammit,” Rafael stood up and began to pace in his living room. He thought about every single second he had spent with you since he met you; you had never seemed so...broken, as Sonny was describing you.

“What I’m saying is, unless you’re ready to-- ‘deal’ with her, and everything that comes with that, please for the love of God, just walk away now,” Sonny pleaded.

“Because she won’t listen to me if I tell her to stay away from you. And if things get too ‘real’ for you, you’re just gonna freak out or-- or get bored, and throw her away. Her self worth will drop to shit. And if that happens, I don’t know if I’ll ever be able to get her back from that,”

“I would never just throw her away, Carisi,” Rafael rolled his eyes.

“You can’t say that, Barba,” Sonny debated.

“And why the hell not?” Rafael narrowed his eyes.

“Because you’ve never NOT just ‘thrown away’ someone,” He chuckled. “That front door might as well be a garbage chute,”

“You son of a--” Rafael started to yell at him but Sonny cut him off.

“Tell me I’m wrong, Barba. Look me in the eyes and tell me I have no idea what I’m talking about, and I’ll leave here and let you deal with her the way you want to,” Sonny looked at him pensively. Rafael looked at him for several seconds, then softened his glare into a sad concession.

“....Take her,” He muttered softly while looking at the ground.

“Thank you,” Sonny mumbled softly as he turned to go retrieve your passed out self from the bedroom. However, he was instead met with the most unsettling sight:

You were standing in the doorway of the room, glaring at the two of them.

“...H-Hey, Sunshine--” Sonny tried to appease you with an awkward smile.

“Don’t,” You growled, stomping into the living room and began packing your bag.

“Y/N, what are you--” Rafael went to put a hand on your bag but you snatched it away before you shot fire out of your eyes into his gaze.

“Oh, I’m sorry, did I misunderstand what you just said?” You barked at him with tears in your eyes. “Because I’m pretty damn sure I heard ‘take her’. You know like I’m some sort of defective Amazon package,”

“That’s not what I meant---” He softly spoke, the guilt of his words being heard by you was quickly eating him alive.

“No I know what you meant, Rafael,” You zipped your duffel shut angrily.

“I heard the whole god damn spiel. Which, by the way, thank you so much for detailing my entire little sob story, cousin,” You glared at Sonny as you started walking towards the front door, shoulder checking him.

“But neither of you have to worry about anything anymore, okay? You’re released from your ‘duties’. This trainwreck is leaving the station, so you can relax,” You looked at the both of them with pain in your eyes, tears cracking your words.

“Sunshine--” Sonny started after you.

“DON’T,” You glared at him while putting a finger up. “Don’t ever call me that again,”

“At least let me drive you home--”

“No,” You shook your head. “And you know what, cuz? I didn’t realize I was such a financial burden, so you know what? Cut me off. Because I’d rather be homeless again than take any more money from you,”

“What did I do?!” Sonny was now angry. “All I did was come over and try to protect you, that’s it!”

“I don’t need your protection!” You screamed. “This whole time...this whole time, I thought you were proud of me. That you trusted me,”

“I do trust you--”

“You don’t!” You stomped your foot while tears streamed down your face. “Y-You think that if . one single thing like a boy not liking me is gonna set me off, like I’m some kind of bomb you’ve kept from detonating for years. My life is not your responsibility anymore, Sonny! I don’t think it ever was!”

“Well who’s else was it gonna be?!”

“NOBODY’S!!!!” You finally dropped your duffel bag and kicked the wall, leaning your head against it. You were strangely quiet for a long pause before you spoke again in an eerily calm voice.

“...Do you know why my mother “dropped me off’ with your mother?”

“Because she couldn’t take care of you--”

“No I heard what you said,” You sniffled with a sad smile. “Because she didn’t want to,”

“Sunshine--”

“But leaving me with your mother, was her plan b,” You cut him off, still looking at the floor.

“What do you mean?” Sonny asked cautiously while looking at Rafael who had a terrified look in his eyes.

“She didn’t want to ‘burden’ her sister with me, but she had to when I wouldn’t die,”

“...W-What?” Rafael almost choked on the words in disbelief.

“She tried to smother me with a pillow, but I wouldn’t die. I kept screaming and crying, and I guess it touched her strand of humanity, so she stopped,” You rolled your eyes with the same sad smile.

That memory was forever imprinted in your brain. The terror of being woken up in blackness, unable to breathe. The smell of the cigarette smoke covered pillow being shoved into your throat and nostrils. Your mother crying and telling you it would be over soon, just to let go. And finally her sad, pathetic whimpers and sobs when she finally lifted the pillow from you, disappointed in herself that she couldn’t do one good thing in her life. That now she was going to have to pass you, her problem, onto her sister.

“Y/N, baby girl--” Sonny stepped towards you again.

“I wasn’t supposed to be raised by anybody, Sonny. I’m not even supposed to be alive!” You stomped your foot again while tears continued to flow.

“That’s not true!” He ran over and grabbed you in a hug. “You are not a burden,”

“Really?” You laughed sarcastically into his shoulder as you pushed him away from the hug. “You just said your mom didn’t even want to deal with me. Nobody did,”

“I did!” He argued. “I do,”

“Yeah well, maybe I’m my mother’s daughter. I don’t wanna be your burden,” You picked up the duffel and opened the door.

“Okay well you have no choice in that so you’re gonna have to let that go,” Sonny grabbed your hand before you could walk away.

“Fine,” You finally conceded with a blank expression.

“Guess I’ll just have to let a lot of things go, won’t I?” Your voice cracked as you looked at Rafael one more time with the saddest eyes.

He stared back at you with a stone cold face. He wanted so badly just to go and hold you in his arms, telling you how you didn’t deserve any of what happened to you, and that you deserved everything good and all the love in the world. But Sonny’s pleas were still in his head.

He didn’t know if he wanted the responsibility of your entire self worth and happiness, let alone your sobriety on his shoulders. He didn’t even like to get close to clients with that many issues, the pressure was too much. So instead he just stood there, trying not to show how much this was killing him, sending you away like this.

“Come on Sunshine, just-- let’s go, okay?” Sonny pleaded with you softly, pulling at your hand. You didn’t answer, you just nodded and started walking down the hallway towards the elevator, leaving Sonny at the door.

“...Thank you, Barba,” He mumbled softly, nodding at Rafael. Rafael barely nodded back before Sonny closed the door.

As soon as it was closed, Rafael dropped on his knees and began to cry. He didn’t know why exactly, was he crying because he felt horrible for all the shit you had gone through? Was he angry at himself for not being able to get over his own bullshit to actually open up and care about someone for more than a week? Was he really that big of a hypocrite, showing empathy to clients all the time but shutting out the one person he felt he might-- he couldn’t even think it. He wouldn’t let himself think it. He just composed himself and poured another scotch while turning on the TV, trying to forget what just happened.

His NETFLIX menu popped up; it asked him if he wanted to continue watching Bojack Horseman. He closed his eyes and muttered obscenities in spanish while memories of the night before flooded his brain, making him cry angry tears once more. He finally decided just to go to bed, maybe his brain would release him from torture if he could turn it off.

He wasn’t sure he could ever turn it off now.

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Decrescendo

Bakugou Katsuki x Reader

Summary: When making hero costumes, the job of a support company is to maximize the efficiency of a quirk while also making sure the hero is protected. However, a massive oversight is made when nobody considers the consequences of constant exposure to loud explosives.

Words: 4,782

Warnings: mentions of blood, mentions of harmful accident, mentions of surgery, slight angst

A/N: I’d like to issue a major apology to @pawpaw-sev for taking a full year to write this. It’s finally here, and I hope you enjoy it. (I also peppered in hints of HOH!Midoriya, simply because I felt like it.)

"Tch, I get that you can't stand the old man, but at least give me a warning next time you pull some rebellious bullshit. You could've gotten us killed."

You took in a deep breath, willing down the words that threatened to spill out in anger. Not wanting to lash out at your boyfriend (since you knew that wouldn't result in anything pleasant), you steadied yourself and prepared to defend your actions for the third time that evening. The sight of Bakugou, focused on his phone and not even bothering to look at you when delivering the scathing comment, nearly made you snap. Having just sat through a lecture about holding responsibility and taking accountability for one's actions from a hero who seemed to do neither, you were reasonably on edge. Luckily, you'd managed to convince Endeavor you were being honest. You'd hoped your boyfriend would be just as willing to hear you out.

"It wasn't 'rebellious bullshit,'" you repeated, using air quotes. "I already told you, I didn't hear him give the order."

"Mhm, sure. Whatever you say."

It would seem he was not, in fact, willing to hear you out. You rolled your eyes. It wasn't as if his opinion mattered, anyway. He was only your boyfriend, the person you trusted with your heart.

"Let's just get back to campus, I need to go talk to Recovery Girl," you said before walking away. You'd only made it a few steps before being stopped by a hand on your shoulder. Bakugou stepped in front of you, eyebrows furrowed as he looked at you up and down.

"What do you need to see her for?" he asked, the bite in his voice from before missing. "I didn't see you get hurt earlier. What happened?"

You paused, confused by his question, before recognizing the look in his eyes as concern. Giving him a teasing smirk, you placed your hand atop the one that rested on your shoulder, giving it a small pat. "Aww, are you worried about me?" you laughed. "I'm fine, Endeavor just wants me to check in with her to make sure nothing's seriously wrong and that I can keep doing work-studies without any issue."

Bakugou raised an eyebrow. "How the hell does that answer my question?"

You let out a sigh. "My ears? I told you I didn't hear his instructions earlier. And like you said, I could've gotten us killed."

He narrowed his eyes at you before letting his hand fall from your shoulder. Turning on his heel, he began walking away. “Fine,” he grumbled, “but don't take too long. We had this movie night planned for weeks now, and we’re gonna start without you if you’re late.”

You let out an exaggerated gasp, placing your hand on your chest as you followed him. “Have you no loyalty, sir?” As you caught up to him, you made sure he saw you wipe a fake tear from your eye. “And here I thought I had a faithful boyfriend, but he would watch a movie without me?” Your attempt to hold in your laughter failed as Bakugou roughly shoved your shoulder. “And now he’s violent! Are there any lows you won't reach?”

Bakugou rolls his eyes, though you see a slight smirk forming on his lips. “Don't be late and we won't watch it without you, dumbass.”

You were late to the movie. Recovery Girl had apparently been off-campus, assisting with a surgery in Musutafu General Hospital. A third-year student interning under her was in her place at the infirmary. After taking you through a few examinations, she told you that you had some mild hearing loss, though it shouldn't impact your ability to continue your work-studies. Satisfied with this, you thanked her and returned to the dorm.

Despite trying to enter through the front door as silently as possible, you heard a shout of your name as soon as you stepped in. “There you are!” said Ashido, waving to you. “You only missed a few minutes, so hurry up and get over here! Bakugou saved you a seat.”

You laughed, closing the door behind you. “Alright, give me a second!” You quickly removed your shoes and ran over to the couch, ignoring Iida’s warning not to run. You dropped into the spot next to Bakugou, wasting no time before snuggling up into his side. He scoffed, but immediately wrapped an arm around you.

“Took you long enough,” he muttered. “I told you not to be late.”

“Oh? Weren't you the one who tried to get us to wait for them?” joked Kaminari. “What happened to the concerned boyfriend we saw just a few minutes ago?”

“Aww, you did?” you cooed. You leaned up and pressed a kiss onto his cheek, giggling at the blush that quickly formed. “Thanks for trying, Katsuki. Sorry I was late.”

Bakugou scowled, ignoring the teasing from your classmates after your display of affection. “Whatever, let's just watch the damn movie.”

You settled into your spot, a smile on your face as you directed your attention to the movie. After a few minutes, your smile began fading. You tried your best to follow the film, but at moments you just felt lost. It seemed the dialogue would reach your ears, but you couldn't quite make out what was said. Still, you could gather most of it, so you tried to bear with it for a bit longer. Eventually, however, you realized you weren't going to understand the plot if you couldn't hear everything. You let out a sigh, looking around the room. “Alright, who has the remote?”

The others looked to their surroundings, checking to see if it was near them. Bakugou raised an eyebrow, glancing at you. “Why do you need it?”

You gestured to your ears. “Can't quite understand it, so I was gonna turn on the captions.”

Bakugou nodded, before saying, “I can just raise the volume if you need me to. The captions are gonna take up a bunch of space on the screen.”

Mina shook her head at that, saying, “Uh, Aizawa-sensei said we needed to keep the volume down tonight. We already have it pretty high as is...”

Sero waved to catch your attention. “Wanna switch spots? You might be able to hear better closer to the TV.”

You frowned, shaking your head. “Ah, no, that's okay. Thank you, Sero.” You felt guilty about disrupting the movie this much already, and you didn't want to inconvenience anyone further. “I can just try and follow along as much as I can.”

“Found it!” exclaimed Kirishima. “It was beneath the couch cushions. I can turn on the captions for you if you want, (Y/N).”

You glanced around the room at everyone, shrugging to yourself. “If it won't bother anyone...”

Midoriya cleared his throat, rubbing the back of his neck. “Could you turn them on, please? I kinda need them, too...” Kirishima smiles at you two before hitting a button on the remote. You all turned back to watch the movie as it continued, now with captions accompanying the dialogue.

Bakugou, on the other hand, was looking over at Midoriya, something resembling guilt in his gaze, before glancing back down at you. “Your hearing’s not that bad, is it?” he murmured.

You shook your head, leaning into his side with a smile. “Probably not,” you answered. “It's just been a long day, I think. Nothing to be worried about.”

Bakugou coughed, the smoke and dust from the debris clouding the air around him. After clearing his lungs, he looked at his surroundings. The remains of the building surrounded him, but he luckily avoided being crushed under any of them. The sound of his commlink turning on ripped his attention from his surroundings, as one of Endeavor’s sidekicks spoke up. “Suspect is detained. Ground Zero and (H/N) stunned him enough for us to capture him while he tried to escape. Status?” Each member of the team gave their location and status, and medical teams were dispatched to those who needed them. Bakugou gave his location and reported that he had no injuries. “And (H/N)?” asked Endeavor.

Silence. No response over the comms. At this, Bakugou startled, quickly looking around him only to see nobody within sight. “Ground Zero, they were with you, correct?” asked the sidekick. You were. You had been right there, fighting the villain at his side. After cornering the villain, he'd shouted at you to move before rushing the villain. He'd set off a large explosion in close range to the villain, stunned by your attack, and to you, who hadn't moved. That was the last he'd seen of you before the roof collapsed, and now you weren't responding.

“Ground Zero?” Endeavor called, bringing Bakugou back to the present. He cursed under his breath, quickly standing and beginning to search the area for any sight of you. He looked around the area, hoping you had managed to avoid the falling rubble—unlike how you failed to avoid his attack. Shaking his head, trying to dismiss the thought, he continued to look for you, now shouting your name and waiting for some kind of response. If you had been trapped under the debris, there was nothing he could do but wait for help to come.

Cursing again, he spoke into the comms, “I need a rescue team at the northern side of the building. I can't find (H/N), and they're not responding.” As the sidekick began to assure him that help would be arriving soon, he heard loud coughing nearby. Quickly rushing to the source of the noise, which was a few meters away from what was left of that side of the building, he found you. You were leaning against the wall of the adjacent building, hands on your knees and trying to catch your breath.

His relief at seeing you, alive and safe, was quickly overshadowed by anger. He'd thought you were seriously hurt or worse, because you failed to dodge when he told you to, and you couldn't even be bothered to answer anyone when you were within range to hear the multiple times he called out to you. With a scowl on his face, he stormed towards you and went to grab your shoulder. “(Y/N) what the fuck was that back there—“

The second his hand met your shoulder, his world flipped and he was on his back on the ground. You’d pinned him down, moving to restrain him before meeting his eyes. Your eyes widened, and you quickly released him. “Katsuki?” You stood, reaching out a hand to help him up. “Geez, give me a bit of a warning before you sneak up on me like that. I thought you might've been that villain.” You grinned. “Nice attack, by the way. Pretty powerful too; my ears are still kinda ringing from it. Did they detain him?”

Bakugou looked at your hand reaching out to him, confusion plastered on his face. Maybe your commlink had been broken in the attack, he reasoned. That would explain your lack of response to the team, but...

“Yeah, they got him,” Bakugou explained, taking your hand and standing. “Don't fucking scare me like that again though, you hear me? When you didn't answer I thought—“

“Uh, Katsuki?” you cut him off. “Could you speak up? Can’t quite hear you when you mumble like that.”

“I’m not fucking mumbling!” he shouted. At this, both his and your eyes widened in shock. Yours, because you saw him clearly yelling at you, yet no sound reached your ears but the constant ringing. His, because he saw the small amounts of blood coming from your ears.

“Shit,” you both said.

You arrived back to the dorms with Bakugou, hands intertwined. It hadn’t even been a day since the mission, after which you'd been taken to a hospital. You'd undergone surgery to repair your ruptured eardrums, but your hearing couldn't be salvaged. In less than a day you'd gone from mild hearing loss to complete deafness in one ear and very little hearing in the other. Endeavor had excused you from your work-studies for the time being, as you needed time to adjust to things.

You took in a deep breath and squeezed Bakugou’s hand lightly to grab his attention. He looked to you, squeezing back to let you know he was listening. “I’m just gonna head to my room and get some rest. It's been a long day. Do you want to come with?” you asked, trying to put on a smile.

He nodded, not saying anything. He leaned in to press a kiss to your forehead, causing a far less strained smile to appear on your face. You squeezed his hand again to ground yourself before opening the door to the dorm building.

Almost immediately you were met with the sight of your classmates, all rushing to greet you. Some looked excited to see you, while others had looks of concern on their faces. All of them, from what you could see, seemed to be shouting at the two of you, probably asking questions about what happened while you were gone. You saw Bakugou shout something at them before they all went silent, focus solely on you now. You flushed under the attention, curling in on yourself slightly before giving them a small wave. “Hello?” you tried, not quite sure how to address them.

You saw Kaminari ask something while pointing at his ears, so you nodded and hoped you'd guessed his question right. “I got surgery on my eardrums because they got ruptured during the mission,” you explained, pointing to the cotton padding you had in both ears. “I have to keep these in for the next few days, and hopefully the support company will deliver my new hearing aids by then.” As soon as you mentioned hearing aids the questions started again, with many lips moving at once adding to your confusion. “In case I wasn't clear,” you stated, raising your voice and hoping it would be louder than they were, “I can't hear you all right now.”

That, again, shut everyone else up. From his spot near the front of the crowd, Midoriya waved to get your attention. Once your eyes were on him, he began to sign, “Are you alright?”

You smiled at him, suddenly very grateful that Midoriya had decided to teach you JSL when the two of you were younger. You let go of Bakugou’s hand, missing the way he frowned and looked at you in response, before signing back, “I will be.”

Koda perked up upon seeing this exchange, quickly joining the conversation by asking, “You two know sign?” When the two of you nodded, he turned to you. “Everyone's been asking what happened on the mission. Last we heard, you got taken to a hospital. Bakugou wasn't answering anyone’s calls or texts.”

You sighed. Of course Bakugou wouldn't update anyone. You couldn't help but think bitterly that you might've been in bed by now if Bakugou had answered everyone’s questions beforehand, but you didn't dare voice this aloud. You knew he felt guilty enough as is. “There was an accident during the mission. Certain...circumstances during work-studies meant I was slowly losing my hearing over time, making it harder to hear my team.” Those circumstances being constantly working with Bakugou without any ear protection. Explaining it to someone made the situation feel much more real to you, and you found yourself taking deep breaths and fighting back the burning tears in your eyes as you continued. “I wasn't able to move in time to dodge an explosion, and the blast pretty much took whatever hearing I had left.” Midoriya flinched at this, turning his gaze to Bakugou and narrowing his eyes.

Seeing this, you let out a shaky sigh before speaking aloud. “If it's alright with you all, I’d like to head to bed now. I'm very tired. Midoriya, if you could repeat what I said to everyone I'd really appreciate it.” Then, without giving anyone a chance to respond, you grabbed Bakugou’s hand again and rushed out of the room, heading upstairs to your room. You weren't able to hear how you sounded back there, so you could only hope nobody heard the shakiness of your voice or saw the tears building in your eyes. The last thing you wanted was for them to try and comfort you when you just wanted to be alone with Bakugou.

As soon as the two of you entered your room and the door shut, you let the tears fall from your eyes and pulled Bakugou into a hug. He hugged you back without hesitation, pulling you close. The two of you found your way to your bed, where you laid together in deafening silence for the rest of the night.

“How does it sound?”

The first words you heard clearly in over a week were spoken by Aizawa-sensei, who was sitting in Recovery Girl’s infirmary and observing as you tried on your new hearing aids. The small devices were high quality and incredibly expensive, though the support company that provided your costume had them delivered to you for free. According to Recovery Girl, your hero insurance would've covered much of the cost anyway, but the company appeared to be trying to avoid a lawsuit for not providing your protective equipment in the first place. Regardless, you weren't complaining about getting your hearing back for free.

“It's quiet,” you answered, but a large grin quickly overtook your face. “But I can hear you!” You saw Aizawa-sensei nod in response, a small smile on his face.

Recovery Girl handed him a small device. She was standing more than a few feet away, so she sounded much quieter, but you could just barely hear her. “Use this when you're teaching in class. It will send your voice directly to their hearing aids, so they won't have to worry about falling behind in class.” She made her way over to you, her voice increasing in clarity the closer she got. “As for you, while you're still benched from going on any further missions, those hearing aids will double as comm links when necessary.” She held out her hand, in which she held several small devices. “These microphones are smaller versions of the one I just gave your teacher. They're meant to be given to your teammates working in close range to you, so you can hear them without using the commlink up to a certain distance.” After placing the microphones back in the box with your new support equipment, she gently grabbed your hand. “Things won't quite be the same as they once were, but I know you'll be able to adjust. You’re a strong hero, after all.”

“Hero-in-training,” Aizawa-sensei corrected. “Speaking of which, class will be starting shortly. Are they free to go?”

Recovery Girl nodded, waving her hand dismissively, “Yes, yes, they can go now.”

You beamed, quickly standing up before bowing to Recovery Girl. “Thank you!” You rushed out of the infirmary, running towards class before your homeroom teacher could stop you. You rushed towards the 2-A classroom, throwing open the door before shouting into the room, “They work!”

The screams and shouts that filled the room couldn't have sounded more beautiful to your ears.

It was the first movie night the two of you had since you lost your hearing, and Bakugou wanted it to be special. Through some gentle persuasion, according to him, he'd managed to convince Sero and Kaminari to let the two of you use the common room that night, even though the two of them had already planned to play Mario Kart that night. Though you couldn't quite hear the conversation they had, the looks on their faces told you that the persuasion he used probably wasn't as gentle as he suggested.

But that didn't matter anymore. What mattered to Bakugou was you, cuddled up to his side under the blanket, a smile on your face as you looked at the screen. He had one arm draped over your shoulder while you hugged his torso, and the other hand held the remote. He was scrolling through the streaming service, looking for something that appealed to both of you.

“What about that Peerless Thief movie? Looks like it's finally out, and I heard it got good reviews,” Bakugou suggested, pointing at the screen where the poster was displayed. You shuddered at the sight of the titular villain; despite knowing it was just an actor in costume, he captured the image of the infamous villain with terrifying accuracy.

“No thanks,” you muttered. “I'd like to actually get some sleep tonight, if that's fine with you.”

“Pfft, what? It's not that scary, it's practically a documentary!” Bakugou teases, glancing down at you. You had buried your face in his shoulder, not wanting to look at the poster any longer. “What, you think the Peerless Thief is gonna come get you?”

“I don't know, maybe! They never caught him! For all we know he could still be out there, being a menace under the radar!” you exclaimed, throwing one arm up in exasperation. “Just hearing about him in class is scary enough, I don't wanna see any of that!”

Bakugou rolled his eyes, reaching his hand up to ruffle your hair. “All the more reason to watch it, then,” he said. “If you're so worried about him being out there, you can study this and see how he works so we can take him down together.”

It was your turn to roll your eyes. “Right, because two heroes-in-training can take down one of the most infamous villains of all time,” you muttered. Something caught your eye on the screen, and you pointed at it. “What about that one? A Heart That’s Ours to Share? I remember reading that book back in junior high.”

Bakugou looked to where you were pointing and grimaced upon seeing the poster. “Really? A shitty romance? This is what you wanna watch?”

“I know, I know, it looks kinda silly,” you started. “But trust me, it's a lot better than it looks. It ends up being closer to an action-thriller as it goes on. The romance is there, but it's mostly used to drive the rest of the plot forward.”

Bakugou opened his mouth to argue again, but swiftly closed it. He had to remind himself that tonight was about you, and letting you relax. If you wanted to watch some stupid romance, who was he to stop you?

“Tch, whatever,” he grumbled before hitting play. “I'm choosing next time, though.”

You grinned before leaning up to press a peck to his lips. “Thank you, hon! I love you!”

He blushed, letting out a huff. “Yeah, yeah. I love you too, dumbass.” He set down the remote, using his now free hand to wrap around you. He pulled you into his lap, causing you to let out a surprised gasp. Arms now resting around your middle, he leaned back into the couch with you and watched the movie play on the screen.

You looked at the screen, an excited grin on your face. As the opening credits ended, however, your smile faded as faint sounds entered your ear. Once you realized it was the dialogue, a frown settled on your face. The TV was outside the optimal range of your hearing aids, and the words spoken by the characters were nearly unintelligible.

“Um, Katsuki?” you mumbled. Upon getting a hum of acknowledgment, you continued. “Could you turn on the captions, please? I can't hear what they're saying.”

Bakugou inhaled sharply, muttering a shit under his breath before quickly reaching for the remote, being careful not to jostle you in the process. As soon as it was in his hands, he turned the captions on and rewound the film to right before the dialogue started.

Now able to understand what was being said, the smile returned to your face. “Thanks, Katsuki!” You leaned your head back to press a kiss to Bakugou’s cheek. Giggling at the blush on his face, you turned back to the screen and leaned back into his chest, relaxing as you focused on the film.

As you watched the movie together, you frequently glanced back to Bakugou at the more exciting or shocking parts to see his reactions. Much to your dismay, each time you looked you saw a deep frown on his face as he stared ahead at the screen. You sighed each time in disappointment and turned back to watch the movie. Maybe he just doesn't like it, you eventually thought. I’ll make it up to him next time, though. The two of you continued to watch in silence before you began to notice something. At some points throughout the movie, Bakugou would randomly tighten his grip on you, pulling you closer to him, only to let you go once you started to shift in his grasp.

Curious, you began to take note of when this would happen. After about three more times of this happening, you noticed it would happen during the more intense, action-packed scenes. And about an hour into the movie, you realized it only happened when an explosion was involved.

Ah, you realized. That’s what this is about.

You quickly reached for the remote and paused the movie. You turned in Bakugou’s lap to face him, eyebrow raised. His eyes were still on the screen for a few seconds before blinking a few times. He shook his head and turned his gaze to you, eyebrows furrowed.

“What the hell? I was watching that,” he grumbled. Despite his annoyed tone, he moved his hands to rest on your hips and pull you closer.

“Mhm, sure,” you said. You paused before raising a hand to place on his cheek gently. Letting your thumb stroke his face, you made sure to look him in the eyes as you asked your next question. “Katsuki, you know I don't blame you for what happened, right?” you asked. You immediately knew you hit the nail on the head, as he averted his eyes and his grip on your hips loosened. You saw his lips move as he mumbled something, but the sound didn't reach you. You sighed and shook your head. “You know damn well I can’t hear whatever you just said. What was that?”

“I said, I can't see why you don’t blame me,” he repeated, loud enough for you to hear. “This wouldn't have happened if I'd just...I don't know, listened to you!”

You frowned. “You know...maybe you're right.” At his shocked look, you shrugged. “Maybe if you'd listened to me, we might not be in this situation. Or maybe it might've happened anyway.” You saw his eyebrows furrow, so you continued, “Maybe if the support company provided equipment to protect my ears, I might not have lost any hearing in the first place. Maybe if Endeavor didn't assign us together so often I wouldn't be exposed to your loud explosions so often. Maybe if I'd had the common sense to think that constantly being around explosions might damage my hearing, this could've been prevented. But that's a whole lot of maybes.” You smiled gently at him leaning your forehead against his. “There's probably a lot of ways things could have happened, but they didn't. I’m deaf now, and that's just something I have to deal with. The only thing we can do now is move forward.”

Bakugou looked at you in stunned silence, unable to do anything other than nod. You leaned in and pressed a kiss to his lips, and he responded eagerly. Your hands gently cradled his face, while his remained on your hips. After pulling away, you pouted at the frown on his face. “Now, could you smile for me Katsuki?” At your request, an unamused look sat on his face. You giggled, before pressing a peck to his lips. “No need to be grumpy!” Another peck. “I won't stop bothering you until you smile!�� Another. “I can do this all night, you know.”

He smirked at that, his grip on your hips tightening. “Who said I wanted you to stop?”

You laughed, pressing one more kiss to his lips before turning back around to your previous position on his lap. “Come on, we’re about to get to the best part of the movie. I’ll kiss you as much as you want when it's over, deal?”

Bakugou leaned his head onto your shoulder, pressing one last kiss to your cheek. “Deal.”

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Meat IV

Werewolf! Flip x Reader - Medieval AU

Word Count: +2.700

Warnings: Mentionings of Blood, Fighting between wolves, dead animal

AN: This will be a six Part series. It has nothing to do with the movie and is a complete medieval AU with it’s own lore about werewolfs. I thought it might be an interesting turn on it :>

MY MASTERLIST ♥

Dragging a huge elk behind him, Flip hoped that it would be enough to feed eleven always hungry pups for a few days. Otherwise, he could ask Y/N to stretch the rations with her wonderful cooking skills.

At least it had stopped raining, he thought to himself while coming closer to the hole in the ground.

Kneeling down next to it he was readying himself to jump down until he noticed the small group that was resting on one of their blankets.

Y/N still had the youngest on her arm, while she had the kettle with a stew in her other hand and two of the older pups helped her safely to the blanket.

After serving everyone a bowl of stew, the pups started to ask her the questions that were lingering on their tongues until one of the older boys noticed Flip sitting on the entrance to the cave.

“Aunty Y/N? Do you like Uncle Flip??” he called loudly over the other questions.

“By the Moon, I’m soooo gonna kill these pests...” Flip already started to growl.

“Mhmm, yeah I would say I do.” Y/N spoke honestly while carefully cutting some of the bread they still had leftover and shared it with the pups.

Not wanting to believe his own ears, the beast quickly shook his head and leaned forwards to listen more closely.

“Of course she likes Uncle Flip!” one of the girls chimed in.“They are married after all.”

Stopping mid-motion, Y/N turned her head in the direction of the girl.

“Married?”

“Yeah! His sigil is carved on you, which means you are his mate and that you’re married, right?” another pup explained.

“Is it nice to be married?” one of the other girls asked and leaned against Y/Ns side.

“I’m definitely gonna kill all of them….” Flip growled in a panic, ready to jump down to interrupt their conversation until he heard Y/Ns answer.

“So far it has been quite nice. Flip is very gentle.” she answered after a while of thinking about the wolf girls question and gently brushed over her head.

Almost falling down the cave opening, Flip was quick to get his balance back and grabbed the killed prey and tried to make his way down to them as fast as possible.

“Speak of the devil… Welcome home, my dear husband.” Y/N greeted the rumbling footsteps that had been coming closer to them.

She could hear how his big tail was wagging through the air while he let out the quietest of whimpers since he wanted to come closer to her without trampling the pups that started to giggle around them.

Standing up from her spot, Y/N soon felt Flip's big paws on her hip while he wanted to lean down to lick her face like he normally would, but she quickly pulled it back.

“You reek of blood and decay. You’re not going to get close to me until you wash your mouth.” she mumbled while pinching her nose so she didn’t have to smell it.

“Okay!” he announced excitedly and quickly ran to the small natural creek that was running close to their hut to dunk his head under the water.

“Come children, if you are finished with your meal let's go back inside.”

“Yes Aunty Y/N!”

Flip could hear them call while he shook off the excess water. Looking over his shoulder he watched while the older siblings were gathering the bowls while the younger ones tried to fold together the blanket while Y/N picked up the youngest and smallest one.

Stretching out her arm to his vague direction he soon laid his snout into her palm and she pressed a gentle kiss on his nose which made him purr with a deep growl before he licked over her lips with eagerness.

But then she started to scratch his chin and it was all over for Flip, then he was just melting in her hand until she suddenly stopped and pulled her hand away so that he almost fell to the ground.

“How did you even manage to control those monsters so well?” he asked while following them inside.

“I was just nice to them so they are nice and listen to me. Not like you who growls at them every chance he gets.” she chuckled and god she was so lovely at this moment that Flips heart wanted to jump out of his chest, she was just so lovely.

“Will you gut your catch or should I?” she asked when they reached the huts entrance.

“I’ll do it, you can do better with these little monsters.” he agreed and pressed his cold snout against her cheek for a moment.

While Flip was taking care of the elk meat, he saw out of the corner of his eyes two of the older siblings running with a bucket towards the creek to gather some water before tiptoeing back to the hut where he could hear Y/N giving each of them a small job.

The only thing he could do was shake his head at that. They really just listened to her without another question.

When he finally had finished gathering the meat and could return inside, Y/N had already prepared one of the pan’s he had gotten her a while back, so that she could immediately cook a greater meal for these rascals.

These would be some long days, he thought to himself while sitting down on one of the chairs and a few pups already climbed all over him which made him only sigh deeply.

After eating Y/N's large meal, the pups gathered in a pile on the bed and curled up for a midday nap.

Noticing that it got very quiet in the hut, Y/N wasn’t sure what had just happened but Flip was gently taking her outstretched hands to pull her towards him.

“They’re asleep.” he whispered into her ear, while she let her hands wander to his shoulders so she could sit down comfortably on his lap, while Flip couldn’t possibly stop to nibble on her earlobe until she pulled her head away.

“Why didn’t you tell me what your sigil really meant?” she suddenly asked and Flip took a deep breath.

“If I had told you anything what it really meant then you wouldn’t have let me near you.”

“That’s true… I wouldn’t have.”

“When another wolf carves their sigil into his mate it is a sign of belonging. Which is why nobody will be able to harm you otherwise they will risk a gruesome punishment. Hurting one of your own pack ends with death.” Flip explained while resting his snout on her shoulder.

“But it also means that when we die at some point it will be easier for us in the afterlife to find each other again...” his words got quieter and quieter until they were just a scared whisper. He was afraid to lose her. Every time she would ask questions about his world and their tradition he was reminded under which circumstances she finally came into his life.

“Sounds romantic.” she mumbled quietly while wrapping her arms around his torso. Flips eyes widened and he wanted to look down at her expression until they were interrupted by a knock on the door.

All the pups suddenly woke up and quickly hid under the bed frame and immediately when Flip caught the scent of the other wolf that was standing in front of their hut, but before he could hinder Y/N from jumping from his lap and walking towards the door it was already too late to stop her.

When Y/N pulled the door open, she noticed that she wasn’t greeted by the normal glimmering soft bit of light, which would normally greet her when she would open the door for Ron, but a dark shadow was looming over her figure.

“What the hell do you want here?! Didn’t I tell you I don’t want you anywhere near me again!” Flips sudden deep growl let Y/N jump a little before she could feel his arm wrap around her waist and pull her back against his chest, so tightly that it almost hurt her. But noticing his reaped breath and how he didn’t stop to growl she was too afraid to say something.

“So this is your little toy now ...” Y/N could hear a deep female voice scoff back at him.

“She is none of your business! So leave!” Flips voice sounded so threatening that it send a shiver down her spine.

“But I have business with you. The elders send me.” the female wolf barked back.

Flips grip around Y/N slightly loosened before she could feel him gently lick over her cheek.

“Stay with the pups. I will be right back. Don’t be afraid.” he added when he saw her fearful expression. Carefully pushing her into the direction of the bed, Flip left the hut before closing the door behind him.

“So you already had pups with her?” the other wolf growled, an accusation undertone in her voice.

“Don’t be ridiculous! She hasn’t even been here for a month yet.” Flip scoffed at that accusation.

“But you want pups with her, right?! You even marked her as your own. How pathetic she can’t even give you what you want.” the other wolf didn’t stop her bickering.

“I don’t care if she can give me pups or not! It’s none of your business, to begin with. We are through, Abby.” Flip made extremely clear.

“Well, it matters if you will fall into your rut. How would you protect that fragile being from your insatiable hunger? You would rip her small body apart just to get a chance to mount her.”

Flips growl grew louder before he finally pounced onto the other wolf, biting into her neck and pushing her to the ground so that she yelped loudly and tried to fight back.

Y/N, who could hear everything they were fighting about pressed the shivering children against her chest while they heard the growling, barking, whimpering and yelping, from outside. The claws dragging over the ground, Flips threatening barks and the other wolves screams in pain.

Wrapping her arms tighter around the sobbing pups, she tried not to show her fear but she couldn’t help the tears that were forming in the corner of her eyes.

“I could kill you right here right now! And the Elders wouldn’t even punish me when I would tell that you endangered the pups and Y/N.” Flip threatened.

“They wouldn’t care about your filthy human!” she hissed back but screamed again when Flip dug his teeth deeper into her flesh.

“I would choose my next words very carefully if I were you...” he let out another warning growl.

“The full moon is coming closer… The elders want you both to attend the ritual...” the other wolf whimpered and Flip let go of her with furrowed brows.

“Just leave...” he mumbled while stepping away from the cowering wolf. He would ask the elders himself if this message was true. What would be benefitting to them if Y/N would join their rituals only to hear her own kind being slaughtered.

Watching the smaller wolf run away, yelping and whimpering he sighs deeply before stumbling over to the small creek to wash the blood off his fur.

Slowly opening the door to the hut, he could see them all cowering in a corner, while Y/N had her arms protectively around them.

“It’s alright now. She is gone again.” kneeling down next to them he gently laid his paw onto Y/Ns back and she quickly turned around to wrap her arms around his neck while relieving sobs escaped her lips.

“Are you hurt?” she mumbled, her hands trembling on his shoulders.

“Just a few scratches… nothing to worry about, my sweet darling Meat.” gently licking over her cheek, she let out a soft chuckle before the rest of the pups also climbed into Flips and her arms.

“Are you all alright?” he asked gently, while all their quick heartbeats echoed in his ears.

“Just a bit shaken is all...” she whispered and the older pups agreed with small whispers.

“That’s good… Ah!” one of the little ones had accidentally crawled over the wound on his lower arm and he quickly licked away the blood.

“I’m sorry! I’m so sorry Uncle Flip!” the little one apologized frantically but Flip only laid his big paw unto its head.

“Everything is fine. I’m okay.” Looking at all of their still frightened faces, Flip suddenly smiled then an idea had popped into his head.

“How about we go to the place I wanted to show you. First I didn’t want the gremlins to come with us but… we all could relax a little.” Flip mumbled to Y/N who had her head still buried against his shoulder.

“Where will you take us?” she asked and slowly lifted her head.

“A place where you will be able to fully relax… just trust me.” he whispered in her ear and gently started to nibble on it.

“I would like that … Right kids?”

“Yeah!”

In mere minutes the unusual group was on its way. Flip led them while he gently held onto Y/Ns hand who had insisted to walk herself. In his other arm rested the youngest of the pups, quietly holding on to him.

“It’s getting warmer...” Y/N noted while they were going deeper into the mountain.

“That means we’re close.” Flip smiled and the pups started running along while their laughs echoed against the cave walls.

“Woahh!” they could already hear them call from afar and soon when they walked around a corner, Y/N could feel a gush of warm wind brush against her cheek.

“Wh...what is it?” she asked excitedly and Flip needed to hold her back a bit.

“Hot Springs. Ron told me about them and since you complained about my bathing methods… well I thought you might like to take a real bath.” he chuckled and gently nudged her head with his snout.

“Well, why are we still standing here then?” Y/N was beaming at him and Flip couldn’t help but let out a low howl before smoothing her with licks and kisses first.

While the pups already claimed one of the pools for themselves, Flip carefully helped Y/N open her dress, so that she soon was just in her undergarment shift.

Without being able to control it Flips tail immediately started to wag at that beautiful sight. His body ached for her and after the next full moon, he would probably need to leave her for a while, then even though he had loathed the words he had heard from the other wolf it was true. In his rut, just thinking like a damn animal, he could endanger her. Something he never wanted to happen.

“Here… I’ll help you.” gently placing his paws on her hip, Y/N automatically laid her small hands on his broad shoulders before he lifted her up and slowly stepped into the big pool from the hot spring and gently let her down into the warm water. First pulling up her legs when she felt the unusual warm water, soon Y/N let her body completely surrounded by it when Flip sat down with her.

The water burned on his open wounds but seeing Y/Ns completely relaxed expression let him forget about all that.

He was in love with her, there was no other way to describe his feelings that first were just curiosity, a fleak obsession and fascination.

But now…. He couldn’t imagine his life without her any more.

Soaking in the water he leaned his back against the edge of the rocky pool and watched while she slowly combed through her wet hair with her fingers with a silent smile on her lips.

It came without a warning and no way to stop the words that he just couldn’t hold in any longer.

“I love you.”

Stopping mid-motion, Y/N slowly turned her head to him and almost looked directly back into his eyes. Shocked and in disbelief.

“Fl..Flip...” Y/N stammered shyly.

“It’s alright… you don’t have to say anything. I just … I just wanted you to know.” gently laying his paw into her neck, like he always did, he was at least relieved to see that she didn’t flinch away. It even seemed that she was leaning into his touch, just a bit. Lifting her hand she rested it on his wrist before leaning even more into his paw.

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fvrxdrm · 4 years

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City of the Living Dead

Chapter 1

“Y/N, wake up!”

Carlos yelled at you to wake you up and shook your still sleeping form violently. Your eyes abruptly shot open after hearing his full-throated voice, your E/C orbs immediately landing on the face of the man hovering above you.

You scanned his face, still not fully aware of your surroundings due to your sleepiness but as time went on and your brain had sobered up a bit, you noticed that he didn’t look calm and balmy like how he usually was, he looked...agitated which mirrored the way he shouted at you.

“Carlos?” You muttered, your mouth barely opening as the rest of your body was still putting itself together.

“Come on. We gotta get out of here”, Carlos said as he unlatched all of the metal straps holding you down onto your bed using the computer that was situated on a wooden desk a few feet away from you.

“What? Why? What’s going on?” You asked, confused as to why the soldier was jittery all of a sudden.

You forced yourself to sit up with both of your hands aiding you as you struggled to do the simple action. It had been a long time since you’ve done it anyway. Those stupid scientists would not let you.

“Would you believe me if I told you that a zombie apocalypse is happening?”

Now that woke you up.

“What?”

Zombie apocalypse? How’d that happen? Don’t those things happen in like movies or something?

“The city’s in total chaos. Don’t know how it happened but it is... Listen, we’re the only two left in here. The rest of our team members are looking for other survivors and something we could use to get out of here”, Carlos replied as he draped your arm around his shoulders and wrapped one of his own around your waist to help you stand up since your legs felt like jelly at that moment.

“What about my sister?” You questioned, remembering that your sister was taken with you.

“I haven’t seen your sister yet so I guess her bodyguard helped her out”

“Do you know who her bodyguard is?”

“No. Those information are also confidential for some unknown reason. Can you walk?”

“I think so”, you slowly slid your arm off of Carlos’ shoulders as you carefully took a few steps to your right side, Carlos’ arm still not leaving your waist until he was sure that you got the hang of it.

“Alright, I’m ready”, you spoke after a few seconds of finding your balance.

“Not quite. You still need to change your clothes. Wouldn’t want to go out in the wild like that, would we?” Carlos uttered as he gestured his hand towards your skimpy hospital gown that had a deep v going dangerously down below your breasts, showing off your cleavage.

Why the fuck is my gown this revealing?

“Right. Where will I get some clothes?”

“I think we got some in the locker room”

“Okay, let’s go then”

“Come on, I’ll lead the way”, Carlos motioned for you to follow him as he opened the white door, looking back towards where you were to make sure that you were trailing right behind him.

*****

“We’re here”

Carlos swiped the key card that he had been holding onto since he entered your room into the key slot located on the right side of the locker room’s door and waited until the light beside the slot turned green before pushing the metal door open.

“Ladies first”, Carlos spoke with a smile as he raised his arm towards the room that was full of lockers (duh) and some benches, his free hand still placed on the door to keep it from slamming pancakes into your faces.

“It better not be to check out my ass”, you snickered as you strolled inside the room, immediately checking every locker in hopes of getting some new clothes to change into ‘cause the hospital gown you were wearing was a fashion no-no.

“Nah. I’m too manly to do that”, Carlos said back as he followed you inside, closing the door right behind him after doing so.

“What a gent”

“I tend to be”

Carlos helped in finding you new clothes, searching lockers after lockers until he finally found a plain black tank top, a (F/C) (sports/balconette/demi/whatever you like) bra, a pair of ripped black denim shorts, a denim jacket, and a pair of black combat boots.

Perfect.

“Hey, Y/N, I got something that might fit you”, Carlos mouthed aloud as he held the neatly folded clothes with both hands right in front of you.

“Thanks”

You quickly grabbed the clothes that were placed on top of his palms before entering the small area that was covered by a white curtain.

“So, what’s the plan, hero?” You asked the mop-headed soldier in order to break the slightly awkward silence that filled the room as you changed into the new clothes that Carlos found as quickly as possible.

“Like I said, my teammates are looking for something we could use to get the hell out of here but they sure are taking their sweet time”, Carlos replied as he shook his head, his back turned to where you were as if he could see your naked body through the curtain even though he could literally only see your silhouette. What an actual gentleman.

“What’s it like up there?”

“A shit-hole. This place is full of zombies and shit. There’s also this giant-ass dude just roaming around. You wouldn’t wanna see it”

“But I have to if I want to get out of here”

“Yeah... Listen, once we get out of this facility, you stay right behind me. Wouldn’t want you to get lost”, you chuckled at his remark, your head shaking a bit as you did so.

He’s like an over-protective big brother or something.

“How would I get lost in this place? I mean, I grew up here in Illinois. I basically know every twists and turns in this place”, you said as you put the pair of shorts on, making sure that the bottom of your tank top was tucked inside your trousers.

Unseen by you, though, Carlos’ face fell as he heard those words come out of your mouth.

Shit, she doesn’t know?

“Y/N...”

“Yeah?”

“You’re not in Illinois”

Your heart dropped.

Your hands stopped tugging on your jacket and your eyes widened by themselves as you stood still, frozen in place.

“What?” You finally spoke after a minute of silence as you practically yanked the curtain open and stepped out of the tiny space, your eyebrows furrowing together in confusion as you stomped towards the man.

“Y/N, you’re in Raccoon City. Did nobody tell you that”, Carlos said as he turned around to face you, his face mirroring the look you were giving him.

“No”, you shook your head from one side to another as you said that one word to emphasize what you were saying since you were not sure if he had heard you at all for the reason that your voice sounded barely above a whisper as you spoke.

You stayed silent, taking in the newfound information you got from the male right in front of you.

Your brain scrambled a million thoughts together as bewilderment flooded inside your head. But even so, one question kept nagging you every time you woke up on top of the leather-topped bed you were placed and strapped on.

“How long was I in here?” You asked.

You were nervous as hell for some unknown reason but you were itching to know the answer.

What if I was in here for like a month? Are my friends worried?

Slowly, your heart began to pound in your chest, the sound becoming louder and louder until you could hear its hammering ringing inside your ears. You were starting to think that Carlos could hear the anxiety you were feeling even though you didn’t let it out verbally.

Please don’t be too long, please don’t be too long...

“One year”, Carlos finally responded after a few seconds of heavy silence.

Your heart dropped into your stomach again and you sure as hell heard it shatter into a million pieces after hearing those words come right out of his mouth.

“One year?”

“Yeah... Hey, don’t cry. Your pretty face might get ruined”, Carlos said as he wiped the stray tear that you didn’t even notice away with his calloused thumb and attempted to comfort you but it was no use. Your heart broke at those two words.

One year? That’s how long I was gone? That’s even worst than a month! How the hell was I missing for that long!?

“Hey, don’t worry. I’ll make sure to bring you back to Illinois. If it makes you feel a bit more at ease, I snatched this bracelet and this necklace from Dr. Birkin’s office. Thought these might be really important to you”, Carlos spoke again as he took out a customized bracelet with your friend’s name on it and a silver necklace that had a(n) (birthstone) stone attached into a metal framing from one of his pockets.

You gently took the bracelet from his hand before reading the four letters that were written on each tiny cube bead.

Leon

God, how is he feeling right now?

You wondered.

Out of all the friends you’ve had, Leon was the most over-protective of them all. You didn’t know why he was like that but you were kind of glad that someone genuinely cared about you even though most of the time it was the cause of your arguments.

You see, you and Leon have been best friends since birth and so were both of your mothers. For some reason, your mother and his decided that it would be a good idea to get pregnant at the same time and then BOOM! You and Leon were born.

I’m so sorry, Leon.

“Hey, I don’t know who this Leon kid is but don’t worry, I’ll bring you back to him, too”, Carlos uttered out loud as if he could read your own random thoughts. He circled around you to place your necklace around your neck, making sure that he wouldn’t snip even a tiny part of your skin as he clasped the hooks together. You smiled.

“Thanks, Carlos. I owe you one”

“No problem, kiddo. That’s what friends are for, right?”

Yeah, and you were glad that you had one in that hell-hole of a facility you were in.

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Ayo! Chapter 1, wuz good?! I'm sorry this was kind of rushed. I was busy with dance and all that stuff🤣

Anyways, how was it? Did you like it? Did you not?

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octothorpetopus · 4 years

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Dancing In The Moonlight (Derek Morgan x Spencer Reid)

Spencer doesn’t usually say yes when Derek asks him to go clubbing, and it soon becomes clear why. However, Derek isn’t about to let that spoil their fun.

“Oh, no.” That was the first thing Derek said upon opening his apartment door.

“What?” Spencer asked, his smile dropping.

“You can’t wear that.” Derek wasn’t sure what he’d expected Spencer to wear, but he had assumed it would be different from his normal work clothes. But no, there was Spencer still in his jeans and cardigan. He had lost the tie, at the very least.

“What’s wrong with what I’m wearing?” Derek closed the door behind him and shook his head.

“We’re going to a club, not a book reading, kid. Come on.” He beckoned for Spencer to follow him back to his bedroom. “I still have some clothes from before I got ripped, I think. They’ll probably fit.” He pulled a plastic storage bin out of his closet and dug through it, pulling items out and handing them to Spencer. “Bathroom’s down the hall. Go try these on.” He sat down on the sofa and waited, absentmindedly patting his dog’s head.

“So?” He turned around and nearly fell over backwards. The clothes fit, alright. They fit better than he had ever imagined. The short-sleeved polka-dot button down and lightweight black blazer looked like they were made for him, especially as he swept his hair off his forehead.

“Yep-“ Derek winced as his voice cracked, but Spencer didn’t seem to notice. “Looks great, man. Let’s go.”

Derek wasn’t quite sure why Spencer had finally agreed when he’d asked him to come out tonight. He had asked probably a dozen times in the last year alone, always met with a “no thanks”. But this time, that hadn’t happened, and Derek wasn’t complaining. Especially not with how good Spencer looked in that blazer. Penelope would have said he had a crush, to which he would have said he was a grown-ass man who didn’t have crushes. And then he would have gone home, fallen onto his sofa, and thought about how nice it would be just to hold Spencer’s hand.

“What are you thinking about?”

“Hmm?” Spencer was looking at him with that wide-eyed, curious look.

“You spaced out for a minute.”

“Sorry. Not thinking about anything, really.” Derek smiled and threw an easy arm around Spencer’s shoulders. “Thanks for coming out with me tonight.” Spencer shrugged.

“I haven’t been out in awhile. I figured I would see if anything had changed.” He shifted, but kept smiling. There was more to the story, but Derek couldn’t tell what, and he didn’t want to ask. Not profiling each other was the reason they were all able to be friends. If he started now, he wasn’t sure where it would stop.

“Come on.” He stopped suddenly and turned down a dark alleyway. Spencer clung to his side, eyes darting nervously back and forth.

“Where are we going?”

“We’ll never get in through the front door, the line’s too long, but the manager’s a friend, so I have this.” Derek reached deep into his pocket and pulled out a silver key. He unlocked a door in the side of the alley and pulled it open into a storage room filled with boxes and boxes of liquor. Inside, Derek stopped, cracked his neck, adjusted his jacket, gave Spencer another once-over, ruffled his hair, and pushed open a second door into the club. Loud dance music hit them like a truck, and actually knocked Spencer back a few steps. Derek, however, was home. He grabbed Spencer’s shoulder and dragged him into the club, already beginning to bounce along to the music.

“Drinks?” He shouted, just barely audible over the music.

“Please!” They fought their way through the crowd to the bar. Derek waved down the bartender, who he recognized but couldn’t quite name.

“Rum and coke and-“ he looked back at Spencer for a minute. “-a gin and tonic.”

“How’d you know I like gin and tonics?” Spencer shouted.

“I’m a damn good profiler. Also, you drank nothing but G and Ts at that fundraiser last month.” He held up his glass. “Cheers.” Spencer tossed back his drink in one gulp. “Damn, kid, slow down.” Still, Derek finished his own drink as quickly as he could and turned to look out at the club. “You want to dance?”

“I guess that’s what you’re supposed to do at clubs.” Hardly waiting to make sure Spencer was behind him, Derek dove into the fray, letting the music take his body away from him. He had been to so many clubs he didn’t mind dancing alone anymore, so much so that he had to remind himself that he wasn’t alone. He turned around to look at Spencer, who wasn’t dancing, necessarily, but was bobbing to the music. Derek took his hands and pulled him further into the crowd, and he beamed as Spencer smiled at him. When he was really dancing, Derek let him go, and let himself float away again. He let the crowd swallow him up, his face scorching in the tight-packed heat, but not caring a bit. That was part of the reason he liked clubs so much, because in them, he was just a part of the crowd. He could dance, drink, smile, and know that nobody was paying any attention, no one was watching. He was in a massive crowd and yet he felt completely alone, and he loved it. The only thing that pulled him out of his haze was Spencer. He had stopped dancing and clutched at Derek’s arm with shaky hands.

“I have to- can we- I can’t breathe,” he finally choked out.

“Okay.” Derek snapped back to reality and nodded. He squeezed one arm around Spencer’s shoulders and muscled through the crowd and back out the back door. This was a panic attack, he recognized the symptoms well. First things first, they had to get some air. When they were back in the alley, Derek turned to face Spencer. “Just breathe, kid. Do you need anything?”

“No. I’ll be fine.” He was oddly matter-of-fact for someone in the middle of a panic attack. “Just give me a few minutes.” And as he had said, after a few minutes, his breathing returned to normal. He straightened his posture and stretched.

“You good, kid?”

“I’m fine. Can we just walk around for a little bit?”

“Yeah, of course.” They strolled down the block, not talking for a minute.

“Hey, kid?”

“Hmm?” Spencer replied without looking at Derek.

“Do you want- I mean, if you’re okay with talking about it, what happened in there?” Derek shoved his hands further into the pockets of his leather jacket.

“I...” Spencer thought for a moment. “When I was in college getting my first degree, I made friends with some other people in one of my physics classes. One night, we went out to a club fairly similar to that one. It was fun and normal until... someone put something in my drink. GHB, I think. I recognized the symptoms early enough that I got out, and I went home and slept it off.”

“Did you ever find out who drugged you?”

“That’s the funny thing. It was one of my friends. At least, I’m pretty sure it was. He was watching me the whole night, like he was just waiting for something to happened, and when I tried to leave, he tried to stop me. Then a few weeks later, he got kicked out of school for drugging and assaulting a different guy. Another one of our friends. I never told anyone what he tried to do to me. Maybe if I had, he wouldn’t have had a second chance.”

“God. Spencer.” Derek stopped and without thinking, wrapped his arms around Spencer, gently rubbing circles on his back.

“I never told anyone. Even after. Until you.”

“Thank you. Thank you for telling me.”

“Yeah,” Spencer said as Derek let him go. “Ever since, when I go into a club, something just... clicks in me, and something like that happens.”

“Wow. I’m sorry, Reid, if I’d known, I would have asked you to do something-“

“It’s not your fault, Derek. Don’t worry about it. I said yes because I wanted to see if I could do it.” He shrugged. “And I can’t. So be it. I’m not much of a clubber anyway.”

“Oh, well. We can just find something else to do, then.” Spencer shook his head.

“Nah. You invited me out dancing, but it seems like that’s not really in the realm of possibility for me. Why don’t you just walk me home and then you can go back out and party?” Derek stopped in his tracks.

“We don’t need to go to a club to dance, Spencer.” He pulled out his phone and tapped at it rapidly for a few minutes.

“What are you-“ He held up a finger to quiet Spencer. After a few seconds, music began to stream out of the phone’s speakers, not club music, but jazz.

“Sorry. This is the only music I have on my phone.”

“Well, that’s just fine, because I can’t dance anyway.”

“Of course you can. Come on. I’ll show you.” Derek held out a hand to Spencer, which Spencer took, and moved it to rest on the small of his back, and placed his own hand on Spencer’s shoulder. Then he took Spencer’s hand in his and rocked side to side, shifting his feet only slightly. “Come on, get into it!” They swayed, picking up speed until they were actually dancing, not well or smoothly, but with enthusiasm. Derek tried not to wince when Spencer stepped on his toes, and eventually, he stopped noticing. It was late now, and there was no one on the street, so they took up the whole width of the sidewalk. “Alright, I’m gonna spin you, ready?” He pushed Spencer out and spun him around, then pulled him back in. By now they were laughing so hard that Derek had to catch Spencer as he came back in, and they stumbled backwards together, howling with laughter.

“You’re surprisingly good at that,” Spencer said once they stopped laughing.

“Well, when I was a kid, my mom put my sisters in dance class, and I never wanted to be left out of anything, so I joined too. I can do waltz, ballet, and tap, too.” Spencer’s jaw dropped.

“You can tap dance?”

“Yes, I can, but you’re never going to see it.” They sat down on the stoop of the apartment building they had stopped outside. “I’m sorry about what happened to you, Spencer.”

“Yeah.” Spencer leaned against Derek, staring out at the empty street. “Oh, well. I turned out fine. Well, mostly fine. And again, I don’t really like clubs anyway.”

“Well, next time, we’ll go bowling. Or to the movies.”

“Or you could just ask me out.” Derek’s head snapped to look at Spencer.

“I- Huh?”

“Well, instead of just saying you don’t want to go to the club by yourself, why don’t you just ask me out?”

“Well- I- I just- it’s-“ Derek stammered. “It just never really occurred to me to do that?”

“You should have. I would have said yes.”

“You would have said yes? But not now?”

“Oh, I never said that. If you want to find out, you have to ask me.” Derek rolled his eyes and turned to face Spencer. Their knees bumped together as he did so.

“Spencer Reid... will you go out on a date with me? I promise we can go anywhere other than a club.”

“I don’t know, let me think-“ Spencer didn’t get a chance to finish that thought before Derek kissed him. He was warm under Derek’s hands, positively radiating heat, and his lips tasted like coffee, peppermint chapstick, and gin. “-oh.” He flushed from his neck to the tips of his ears as Derek paused the kiss.

“That enough time to think of an answer?”

“Oh, it’s a firm yes.” Spencer laughed. “I would very much like to go out with you, yeah.”

“Good.” Derek bit his lip and brushed a speck of lint off the lapel of the blazer Spencer was wearing. “God, you look good in my old clothes.”

“Yeah?”

“Oh, yeah.” Spencer threw an arm around Derek’s neck and pulled him into another slightly messy kiss.

“I like wearing your clothes,” he murmured into Derek’s ear, which made Derek blush.

“Good god, Reid.” He stood up off the stoop and held out his hand, which Spencer took. “As much as I’d like to continue this, uh, enlightening look into the inner workings of your brain, Hotch wants us in early tomorrow. Let’s get you home.” As they walked down the sidewalk, retreating into the night, Spencer bounced, almost like he was dancing as he walked.

“Did you have a good time tonight? I mean, aside from the whole, you know...?” Spencer nodded and kissed Derek’s cheek.

“I did.” He chuckled. “I always have a good time with you.”

“Oh, yeah? Then here’s to a lot more good times together,” Derek said, and kissed Spencer’s cheek right back.

#criminal minds #criminal minds fic #criminal minds fanfiction #criminal minds fanfic #fluff #angst #moreid #derek morgan #spencer reid

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singledarkshade · 3 years

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Meeting The Doctor

Summary: Now that Jonas is settled, Amy and Rory decide it's time for him to meet the Doctor and to let the Doctor know about their new circumstances. Sequel to Foster Parents, Settling In And New Grandpa and Big Sister. Author’s Note: Hope you enjoy. Rory Williams sighed in relief as he reached his house, it had been a long, long day at work. Dropping his bag and jacket in the hall he headed into the living room finding Amy and Jonas both lying on the floor pretending to be unconscious.

“Okay, I’m a little late,” Rory rolled his eyes as Jonas began to giggle, “I will make dinner.”

Amy bounced to her feet and kissed him, “We called for pizza.”

“Good,” Rory sighed, “I was not looking forward to cooking tonight.”

“Why are you so late?” Amy asked, as she checked the app for their pizza.

Rory dropped onto the couch, “Just before I left an old woman was brought in who had fallen, she thought I was her neighbour’s son and kept asking me to check things. But it kept her calm.”

Amy squeezed his hand, “Pizza should be here in five minutes. I will make you some tea while Jonas tells you about our day.”

Sighing, Rory said, “That’s sounds perfect.”

After dinner, they watched a movie and Jonas had his bath before going to bed. Rory joined Amy in the kitchen while she put away the few dishes they’d used, smiling as she gave him a quick kiss.

“So,” he started, “I got a call today by Kate Stewart.”

Amy frowned, “What did she want?”

“She wanted to talk about Jonas’ education,” Rory shrugged, “We need to send him to school, and she had a few ideas for schools that can cater to his high IQ.”

Amy nodded, “I suppose so. The good thing is we don’t have to worry about money so we could afford to send him, but you went to a normal school and did okay.”

“I was bullied until you became my best friend and threatened to beat up anyone who came near me,” Rory reminded her wryly.

Amy wrapped her arms around him, “You’re mine. I don’t like people touching my stuff.”

He laughed before steering them back to the conversation again, “She’s sent me a few links for some of the schools she’s suggesting. I thought we could go through them tomorrow when my dad takes him to the park. And possibly discuss it with Gideon for her input on what he’s used to.”

“Okay,” she nodded before chuckling, “Who knew a few months ago we’d be looking for schools? And asking an AI for advice?”

Rory kissed her, “Well, our lives have never really been normal since the Doctor came into them.”

“The schools you have suggested all have good reviews,” Gideon told them, “And using the information I gleaned from their computer systems, I have narrowed them to a few choices.”

“What was his old school like?” Amy asked her.

Gideon gave a slight smile, “Mrs Hunter ensured he had a normal education and supplemented it with home-schooling. Both she and Captain Hunter wanted Jonas to grow up as normal as possible, considering their own childhood.”

Amy nodded and squeezed Rory’s hand, “We’ll look at the schools you’ve suggested and speak with you before we make a decision.”

“Thank you, Mrs Williams,” Gideon replied, “I appreciate that you have asked for my help in this situation.”

Rory smiled at her, “You knew his parents, we want to make sure that Jonas always feels connected to them.”

“If you need anything more,” Gideon said, “Then please contact me.”

“We will,” Rory promised, “Thank you for everything, Gideon. We appreciate your help more than you can know.”

Gideon smiled, “I am merely analysing data.”

“No,” Amy told her, “Jonas loves you and you are a connection to his parents we could never give him.”

Nodding Gideon blinked out and the screen became blank once more.

“Okay,” Amy leaned into Rory, “I suggest we check the schools Gideon has suggested and see what we think.”

Rory nodded.

“And it’s been a few months since we were originally dropped off,” Amy continued, “He’s going to come back soon, either for a visit or expecting us to travel. We have to tell him about Jonas.”

Rory grimaced, “Do you think River told him for us?”

“Since you asked her not to,” Amy shrugged, “She won’t.”

“Why do you think that?” Rory asked bemused.

Laughing she kissed his cheek, “Because she’s daddy’s girl,” at his frown of confusion she chuckled, “You’ve never noticed this?”

Shaking his head Rory whispered, “No.”

“Even when she was Mels, if you asked her to do something then she would,” Amy reminded him, “She hates disappointing you.”

Rory sighed, “Then I guess we’d better call the Doctor.”

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Jonas lay on his stomach on his bed reading the book his grandpa had bought for him while they were out. He rolled over onto his back when someone knocked on the door.

“Hey,” Amy smiled at him, “We are having a guest for dinner.”

“Is it River?” Jonas asked, “Because she’s funny.”

Amy laughed softly, “No, it’s not. It’s a friend of ours we used to travel with, he took us to different places in time and space.”

“Is he a Time Master too?” Jonas frowned slightly, “Mummy and Daddy said they couldn’t know about me. They might take me away.”

Amy moved to sit with him, “No. He’s not a Time Master, he’s what’s called a Time Lord and he’s nice. He would never take you away. He’s our best friend.”

Jonas chewed his lip as he thought over what she said, “I’ve never heard of a Time Lord.”

“He is the only one left,” Amy explained, “He’s funny, silly and loves me and Rory as his family.”

Thinking this over a little more, Jonas asked, “He won’t try to take me away from here?”

“No one,” Amy hugged the little boy close, “Will ever take you away from us. Trust me,” she kissed the top of his head, “I can be pretty frightening when I want to be and Rory, well he has some special gifts too. We’ll never let anyone take you from us, I promise.”

Leaning into her, Jonas nodded, “As long as you say it’s okay.”

The Doctor landed the TARDIS across from the house he was here to visit wondering why he’d been asked to come to dinner and not materialise the TARDIS inside the house or garden. It was an odd request but was sure if they were in trouble his Ponds would have come up with a better message to let him know. Reaching the blue door, he knocked and waited, hearing his dear Amelia’s voice from inside calling that she’d get the door. The moment she opened the door the Doctor’s smile widened, she looked happy and he knew instantly there was nothing to worry about.

“Hi,” she hugged him, “Come on in, dinner is ready.”

Entering the house, the Doctor could feel something was different but couldn’t quite place his finger on what it was. The smell from the kitchen assured him that Rory was making dinner. As much as he loved his Amelia, she was not the greatest of cooks. Rory on the other hand somehow had found time during his guarding of the Pandorica, despite being plastic, to study with a top chef and become a very decent one himself.

Walking into the living room, the Doctor stalled as he found a little boy sitting on the couch watching him with wide wary filled eyes.

“Who de-aged Rory?” the Doctor demanded instantly as the resemblance was impossible to ignore.

“Nobody,” Rory stated as he walked into the room, “Doctor, this is Jonas Hunter. Jonas, this is our friend the Doctor.”

The little boy looked confused, “That’s a strange name.”

Amy laughed, “We know but it’s what he calls himself.”

“Like my daddy chose his name to be a Time Master?” Jonas noted.

Confused the Doctor demanded, “Time Master? Why have you been messing around with Time Masters? They are not people you should be going near.”

“Jonas,” Rory said, “Can you help me set the table while Amy and the Doctor catch up?”

The little boy grimaced slightly before he slid off the couch and went with Rory into the other room.

“Amy?” he demanded.

“This why we asked you to come tonight,” Amy said, “To tell you about Jonas.”

The Doctor listened as Amy explained where the little boy came from, frowning in thought.

“What’s the name of his father?” he asked once Amy finished.

“Rip Hunter,” Amy replied, seeing the stunned expression on the Doctor’s face she asked, “Do you know him?”

The Doctor shook his head, “No but I am aware of his reputation. Rip Hunter was one of the best the Time Masters ever trained which, considering what they did to him, is quite horrifying.” He paused and thought for a moment, “And Rory is related to him?”

Amy nodded, “The DNA results proved it,” she sighed, “Doctor, we can’t travel with you anymore. Jonas needs a family, and he’s ours now. We can’t go running around time and space with you, because we can’t let him lose another family.”

“Do you know what happened for his father?” the Doctor asked, “Specifically?”

Sighing sadly Amy said, “From what we were told, he used the core of his ship against a time demon and was disintegrated.”

The Doctor winced, “That is not a nice…” he trailed off and squeezed her hand, “I understand, Amelia. What about River? Does she know about Jonas?”

Amy nodded, “They’ve met.”

“So, one final meal together,” the Doctor said sadly, smiling as Amy hugged him tightly, “It’s okay, Pond, I understand. And I am glad Jonas found you two. There is no one better suited to be parents to him, than you and Rory.”

Amy sighed, “I’m going to miss you.”

The Doctor stroked her hair, “You’ll be too busy to miss silly old me.”

Dinner was good.

The Doctor told stories and made Jonas laugh a lot, as Amy added details every so often. Rory watched them all with a smile, happy to see how relaxed Jonas was with the Doctor.

It made him slightly sad that they would no longer be going on crazy adventures with the mad man in the box, but he knew Jonas had to come first. Which was why the next question made him wince.

“Can I see your ship?” Jonas asked suddenly.

The Doctor grinned, his smile fading as he saw the frown cover Rory’s face.

“Please,” Jonas pleaded turning those big eyes on his foster parents, “I used to go on the Waverider all the time.”

Rory caught Amy’s amused smile at how Jonas looked at them hopefully before he nodded.

“Okay but,” Rory held up his finger to stop Jonas getting too excited, “When we tell you it’s time to leave then we leave.”

“And you stay with one of us at all times,” Amy added.

Jonas grinned, nodding in agreement to the rules.

“Excellent,” the Doctor bounced to his feet, “Come on.”

Rory took Jonas by the hand and they followed the Doctor out to the TARDIS.

Jonas frowned in confusion, “It’s just a box.”

The Doctor smiled at him, “Is it,” opening the door he stepped back to let Jonas look inside.

The little boy’s eyes widened in delight, “It’s so big,” he breathed before taking a few steps inside with Rory holding his hand.

As they moved to the control console, the Doctor showed Jonas what everything did and smiled at every question the boy had for him.

Rory took a seat on the steps leading out of the control room with Amy at his side watching them.

Amy dropped her head onto Rory’s shoulder, “I’m going to miss this.”

“Me too,” he breathed, “But we have a new adventure.”

“Listen to all those questions,” Amy laughed, “We may be well out of our depth.”

Rory noted, “We have been since day one.”

“Good point,” she sighed, “We’re so lucky you found him.”

Rory nodded before adding, “We’re even luckier he’s smart enough that he knew how to contact Gideon to help us out.”

Chuckling she hugged his arm.

“Can we go somewhere?” Jonas asked.

Rory was instantly on his feet before the Doctor could start the TARDIS, “No.”

Jonas turned to him, “But…”

“If I called Gideon,” Rory stopped him, “Would she tell me your parents would have allowed you to go on an adventure that potentially could be dangerous,” he turned to the Time Lord, “Don’t even try to pretend it wouldn’t be, I know you.”

A grimace touched the small boy’s face before he said, “They wouldn’t let me.”

Rory crouched down and stroked Jonas’ cheek with his thumb, “When you’re older I’m sure the Doctor will take you for a trip but not just now.”

“Okay,” Jonas gave a long-suffering sigh.

Rory ruffled his hair, “How about we all head back to the house for some ice cream?”

“Oh,” the Doctor bounced, “You have chocolate, don’t you?”

As he and Amy headed out back to the house Rory hugged the little boy to him, “Are you coming?”

Jonas looked up at him, “You’re not going to have any more adventure now I’m here, are you?”

Rory smiled, “No. But that’s our choice, Jonas. We want you to be our family.”

“Are you sure?”

“Very, very, very sure,” Rory told him.

Jonas hugged him tightly and Rory lifted the little boy into his arms, carrying him out of the TARDIS to get his ice cream.

*********************************************

Rory rested Jonas who was fast asleep, his toy dog held tightly in his arms onto his bed, Amy covered him with the quilt making sure he was tucked in before they both pressed a kiss to his hair and left him to sleep.

Reaching the living room, they found the Doctor sitting waiting for them, he stood and looked at them.

“My Ponds,” he smiled, “You were only children yourself when I met you.”

“I was an adult,” Rory protested.

The Doctor shook his head, “In Leadworth maybe but everywhere else just a baby.”

Rory rolled his eyes as Amy laughed.

“I understand why you can’t come with me anymore,” the Doctor continued, “He is an amazing child who needs a stable home. I can think of no two people better to do that for him than you both.”

Amy sighed, “We’re going to miss you.”

Reaching out the Doctor wrapped Amy in a tight hug before he reached out and pulled Rory to join the embrace.

“If you need me,” the Doctor whispered, “Call and I will be here in a minute.”

Amy nodded against his shoulder, “Look after yourself,” she whispered, “And look after River.”

“When she’s not looking after me,” he promised.

Letting them go, the Doctor smiled as Rory wrapped his arm around Amy. He shook his head, “Prisoner Zero doesn’t seem that long ago but look at you both, so much has happened since then and you’re together. Jonas is a lucky boy to have found new parents in you two.”

He smiled at them proudly before giving them one more hug and leaving the house. As he walked to his ship, he turned back to see Rory and Amy standing together in the doorway.

Raising his hand, the Doctor smiled at them before he stepped into the TARDIS.

Rory held Amy tightly as they watched the TARDIS disappear, knowing that they very likely would never see it or the occupant again.

“We made the right decision,” Amy said softly, “But…”

“Yeah, I’m going to miss him too,” Rory whispered.

Turning to her husband, Amy pressed a soft kiss to his lips before taking his hand and leading him back indoors.

That part of their life was over, and they had a new one.

With a little boy who needed them.

#fic #legends of tomorrow #jonas hunter #gideon #doctor who #amy pond #rory williams #eleventh doctor #crossover

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realityhelixcreates · 4 years

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Lasabrjotr Chapter 69: Nice

Chapters: 69/?

Fandom: Thor (Movies), Marvel Cinematic Universe

Rating:

Relationships: Loki x Reader

Characters: Loki (Marvel), Bucky (Marvel)

Additional Tags: Post-Endgame: Best Possible Ending (Canon-Divergent), Loki Has A Worse Time,

Summary: You find yourself in an explosive situation. Loki figures some things out, and so do you.

You floated through nothing, bathed in sparkling blue light. Loki held your hand, pulled along behind you, staring into the azure cascade with gentle joy.

Forever forever forever

Til death do you part

The words pulsed inside you, so deep down that it was more like a feeling than a voice. What did it mean?

You knew you were going to be linked to Loki for the rest of your life. If he hadn't figured out how to sever that connection yet, he never would. But this beautiful light seemed to promise more. More than your life. Adventure. Knowledge beyond your world. Power. Romance. The high and exciting life you had always dreamed of. Or safety. Love. Comfort. The stable and idyllic life that you really wanted. You could have it all, if you would just... Learn me learn me learn me “I'm trying.” You were. You had been. You were grasping your power. You were discovering your romance. Your love and comfort. You were gaining that knowledge, you had tasted adventure, and weren't sure that it was to your liking. Still seeking that safety and stability though. Perhaps it was holding your hand right now, gazing serenely into the light. Perhaps it was the light itself, bathing both of you in such glory. You stretched you arm out toward it. Closer. Closer. If you could just grasp it, you would have everything you ever wanted. If you could just understand it. If you could just learn it. But Loki was tugging your other hand now, slowing your progress. You looked back at him in confusion. His face, no longer suffused with contentment, now showed concern. He wanted you to stop. But you were so close now! So close...it was just right there! If you just...reached...a little further... He was pulling hard, like he did when he was trying to keep you out of the dream-void, but the void was no longer there. Now it was just the light. Your fingers just barely brushed its center. The light resolved itself into a brilliant sapphire blue crystal, rough but pure. It screamed for you, and Loki screamed for you, and with a final push, you closed your hand around the gem.

Knowledge flooded you. Light and power flooded you, more than you could ever hold. Your physical body disintegrated into light, and like a tiny Bifrost, you scattered across the universe.

*****

You awoke screaming, flailing out of your bed, tearing at your blankets. Light filled your eyes, blinded you. You could feel runes marching up and down your body in blazing trails, like fire ants. It was too much!

Your brain pounded at your skull, too big to fit. The mark on your hand seared down to the bone. Too much!

Your whole body contorted with the overload of energy. Your stomach twisted and lurched.

Too much, too much, too much!

You shrieked again, and a pulse of magical energy burst from you. Everything in your room lifted, began flying around. Things crashed into the walls, through the walls, through the window. The door ripped from its hinges.

You heard Loki shout, heard Andsvarr's distressed cry, and more crashing, in the hallway and beyond. How far would it carry?

Loki appeared in your ruined doorway, just as your sight faded back in. His body coruscated with runes, both eyes blacked out, save for the bright glowing blue of his irises. Did you look like that right now?

But with the power released, your body relaxed, your stomach calmed. Finally, you collapsed, shivering, and Loki scooped you up into his scintillating arms, the runes already fading.

“I will go fetch a healer!” Andsvarr exclaimed, and rushed off down the hall. Loki carried you through the little library, past skewed shelves and fallen books, to his room, in which a dresser now rested on its side, a mirror toppled.

He lay you down on his bed, making sure to give you the pillow you preferred to use. He up-righted a chair and sat next to the bed, clasping your hand in his.

“Do you know what happened?” He asked. “Are you hurt?”

“I don't think so.” You said weakly. “Not injured at least. It hurt, but not now.”

“Do you remember anything?”

“Not really. A dream. Light. Flying. Trying to reach something and then...too much light, too much energy. Do you remember?”

“No.” He said quickly. “Don't worry about it right now. Just rest.”

Bjarkhild arrived, looking as if she had been hastily roused, and gave you a quick look over.

“There doesn't seem to be any damage to your body, though your mark looks freshly burned. I want you to see me tomorrow, so I might see it more clearly. You are suffering magic fatigue, but I think his Highness might be able to do something about that. Gently.” She said, giving Loki a stern glare. “She is in no shape for more...energetic activities.”

Loki looked away sharply. It might have just been the firelight, but his face looked red.

“I will care for her according to her needs.” He said with as much dignity as he could muster.

After Bjarkhild left, Loki crawled into bed with you, snuggling close with one arm around you protectively.

“Are you okay?” He asked.

“I will be. The fatigue always feels better when you're close.” You wished you had a better handle on it though.

“Yes. But...are you okay?” He asked again. You could see the worry not quite hidden behind his eyes.

“No. No, I really don't think I am. I don't feel right. I feel like I should be screaming right now, or something. Why aren't I screaming?”

“Because I am here to protect you.” Loki declared. “I'm here. I'm here forever.”

Forever forever forever

Til death do you part.

What did it mean? Half-remembered words and blue light.

“Are you upset about the giant too?” Loki asked.

“Of course I am! He was right there! And he tried to kill me! And then you killed him! Right in front of me!”

“Well, technically Thor killed him.” Loki began.

“I should feel worse than this. I could have tried talking to him, but I just jumped up on a table with my knife. What did I think he was gonna do? I should have done something else. I should be freaking out, but I'm not.”

“I wouldn't be so sure of that.” Loki said. “It seems to me that you are, but you are being less up front about it. Like one of your computers. A 'freak out' program running in the background, sucking up all of your processing power.”

“Loki, this isn't...you know, I want to say that this isn't a joke, but that's a good analogy? I'm so worried, I can't think. I'm scared it's going to happen again. That lady in the ice. We're going to dig her out, and then what? You have to know she's gonna hate us. Last she knew, we were the enemy. And what if that was her guy? What if he was the kids dad?”

“I have it on very good authority that he was not.” Loki assured you. “He left behind some information that let us know, at least vaguely, who they are. The child is, presumably from a noble family, and the woman, her caretaker. The woman might be a threat; she is still ten feet tall, after all. However, and I hate to put this so callously, she will soon see that she has little choice but to cooperate. There's not really anywhere else for her to go. As for the girl...no one will harm her. She's not a warrior, she's just an innocent child.”

“Yeah, but will everyone else see it that way...Loki?” His face had suddenly gone crimson, lips pressed tightly together. “What's wrong?”

“There is this curse.” He muttered. “It says that when you get to a certain age, you will find yourself opening your mouth, and your father will come out.”

“Yeah, we have that saying too. Why?”

“No reason.”

Right.

“But you understand, right? Why I feel like this about...feeling like this? I don't want this to become normal. I don't want to get used to this kind of thing.”

“Fear not.” Loki said soothingly. “There will be no more killing of Frost Giants, and hopefully no more Asgardian deaths while you live.” He pressed a kiss to your temple.

“But you understand?”

“I understand. Now rest.”

You were exhausted. You let yourself drift off to sleep, feeling just a tiny bit better about things. As long as he understood, it would be all right. As long as he understood.

*****

“I just don't understand!” Loki complained into his phone. He sat, naked and dripping in front of the bathroom mirror, on a call with Barnes, the only human he believed to be capable of helping him comprehend the bizarre nuances of human cultures and relations. “She has seen death before. She has been in battle. She's defended herself. We're teaching her how to fight. But there is this resistance in her. She doesn't want to get better. She doesn't want to overcome this fear. It is part of my duties to help her face war with a still and steely heart, if need be. But she wants to remain soft.”

“Well yeah, that makes sense.” Barnes said from his end of the line. “Nobody likes war.”

“A single glance at your species' history shows that to be a lie.”

“Yeah, okay, we do fight a lot. But nobody actually wants to go to war. Well, except the people who make money off it, but they aren't the ones actually going into battle. No one else likes it. Why do you think we invented so many machines for it?”

“So you do it all the time, but you hate it?” Loki tried to reason out. “Then why do it so much?”

“Because a lot of us are greedy SOB's who don't give a shit about anyone else, and those are the kinds of people who usually grab up leadership positions. But for someone like her, peace is the ideal. For her, getting used to violence means she can more easily perpetuate it, and she wouldn't want that.”

“She wouldn't want to slay her enemies swiftly and cleanly, so that she can go back to peacetimes?”

“No, she wouldn't see it that way. To her, the act of killing would end peace forever, because that act would just stay with her forever.”

Loki paused for a moment, rolling this over in his head. The contradictory nature of humans. You'd punched him before; when you were afraid. Had you felt guilty when you had done that? Was it normal behavior for you, or a product of everything you had been through?

“Look, I know it doesn't make sense. But we're different than you guys. Our brains, I mean. We're really not supposed to be doing this. It messes us up pretty bad. And you can't forget that she's seen some pretty terrible things, too. I mean, you and I were soldiers. Well, sorta. Weren't you?”

“In a way.” Loki said. “Asgard was in a state of relative peace through most of my life, but we did muster to the defense of our protectorates fairly regularly. As soon as I was old enough, I was sent with our warriors to direct them, and fight alongside them. I wasn't rank and file, but I've led armies, and I've been in battles.”

“Yeah, well she hasn't. Your experiences and hers are extremely different. This isn't something she was brought up to, so it's not surprising that it repulses her.”

“So...I should be preserving her pacifist nature.” Loki said slowly. “Rather than encouraging her to move past it?”

“Maybe. Maybe that's what she wants.”

“But I want to keep her safe. She's already been exposed to so much danger. And this is a time of upheaval for us; there will only be more.”

“And I'm not saying to make her stop learning how to defend herself, I'm just saying to be sympathetic. She's culturally different than you. She's going to react differently to things than you do, and this is a big difference between you. Don't just brush it off.”

“Right.” Peace was the ideal, violence was an abhorrent last resort, and compassion was a precious treasure. Even if you struggled with them sometimes, these were important facets of your being.

“Got that straightened out, your Highness? Can I go back to bed now?”

“Er, yes. Thank you for this.”

After they had said their goodbyes, Loki remained in front of the mirror. There were some other things to think about. He held out his hand, the Space Stone, wrapped in its icy containment, sat in his palm. Blue spread down his arm, over his body. This was the only use of his native Jotun magic that he currently employed, and it 'revealed' him whenever he held the frozen sphere for more than a moment.

“Just what are you up to?” Loki mused.

Why should the Stone be appearing in your dreams? Was it the source of the blue light that was so often featured in them? Did that mean it had been there all along? Why?

The possibility shed a new and disturbing light on some of the events of those dreams. How you sometimes seemed to be listening-even responding to-a voice he could not hear. How you sometimes brought physical objects out of those dreams of far away places. The dust and dried leaf from Titan, the snow from Jotunheim. As if you had in some way actually been there. Maybe you had. But how? And again, why?

And most worrisome, was it actually possible for you to free the stone from its containment, through dreams, and bring it back out into the world, out of his possession? Was that what it had been trying to do?

But you couldn't handle it. In the dream, you had shattered into beams of light. He hadn't wanted to tell you.

Did it want freedom? The stone was not...often... malignant. It seemed to enjoy being used. It liked to make things, to empower things. Was it bored?

Perhaps he ought to take it to work on the Bifrost a bit more often.

He heard a choked off gasp from the bath chamber door, turned just in time to see you retreat. Heard you run down the hall and out of his quarters entirely.

Well, that was familiar. But it wasn't as if you hadn't seen him naked in the bath before, so why-

Blue light, blue stone, blue skin, blue him!

You had seen.

#lasabrjotr #loki (marvel)#loki x reader

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katyatalks · 4 years

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Otomedia April 2019 - Sakurai Takahiro [Reigen VA] & Itou Setsuo’s [Mob VA] Joint Interview

Here’s Sakurai Takahiro [Reigen VA] & Itou Setsuo’s [Mob VA] joint interview from Otomedia April 2019! Contains some nice meta to do with the two (and allusions to Dad Reigen, which are always great), some good thoughts on Reigen’s maturity & past, and more.

Sakurai = ST Itou = IS

Q: What have been your thoughts on the Mob we’ve seen in season 2 so far?

IS: Mob-kun has clearly been opposed to his Shishou’s words for the first time with a, “No, that’s wrong,” whereas beforehand he’d followed along with them sans complaint.

ST: Because the Reigen and Mob we’d seen up to this point have played the roles of ‘adult’ and ‘child’ respectively.

IS: Before coming across the Telepathy Club in season 1, Mob had no one who he could really call a friend. All he had was his little brother Ritsu, and childhood friend & crush Tsubomi-chan. If he didn’t have Reigen-shishou, then he would’ve had no other connections, but now in season 2 he has other people. His day-to-day life wouldn’t come crumbling down without him. So now, if he has any complaints, he has the will to follow through on them, I think.

Q: Itou-san, what are your thoughts on Mob’s growth?

IS: I think he’s become an adult. [...]

ST: In season 2, Mob rebels against Reigen, but I think what Mob was saying was completely justified (laughs). Up until now we’ve seen Reigen use Mob with that eloquence of his, but it’s key to remember that the Mob who Reigen originally met was still a child. In season 2, Mob grows, and gains life experience. It’s due to that growth that Mob questions Reigen plenty. But Reigen doesn’t notice Mob’s growth, continuing to treat him like a child, calling him his ‘deshi’. Truth is, Reigen is a nobody. He’s existed up until now riding the waves of his feelings and his gut, beginning Spirits & Such just as the thought popped into his head, and just as he planned to give up on the business a path opens up for him in the form of his chance meeting with Mob. That’s all. His life isn’t something he’s pioneered for himself. [...]

Q: What are your thoughts on Reigen’s own humanity?

ST: The things Reigen does are conman-like, but he’s not a bad person. He may call a massage an “exorcism”, but it’s not like he’s charging people money without putting any work in. Reigen looks at Mob’s growth, and reality is thrust before his eyes - he has to face the question, “what exactly am I?”. He has experience within limitations and he’s clearly an adult when you look at his age, so he acts like a grown up around Mob, saying wise things to him, but when ‘reality’, that he’s been running away from all this time, appears before his eyes…

IS: For me personally, when I look at Reigen-shishou’s ‘bad’ parts, I feel I can really connect to them, so I think they’re very human.

Q: You could look at S2E6-7 as being Mob’s “rebellious period” toward Reigen, couldn’t you.

IS: Mob-kun’s actual parents are the kind of people who would be close to him no matter what happens, so I don’t think he has the option to be rebellious when it comes to them. So, I think that Mob-kun’s first step in his growth was in his connection with Reigen-shishou. If he remained in that closed off world composed of simply his parents and Ritsu, then the years would pile on without him changing. But he meets Reigen-shishou, and through him he meets various other people… so, Mob’s growth wouldn’t have been possible without Shishou.

ST: Reigen actions, rather than being for the sake of Mob’s growth, were solely for his own benefit. Another person who tags along with Mob with that kind of vibe is Dimple.

Q: Dimple also plays a good role in season 2, doesn’t he.

IS: There’s a scene in episode 5 in which Dimple possesses Mob-kun when he’s passed out and protects him. He leaves his body in Dimple’s care when he goes within Mogami because he trusts him. I don’t think he thinks that Dimple is completely good, but he takes into account the relationship that the two of them have had up until that point, and believes that if Dimple were to do anything his Shishou is there, so it’d be okay. But I think Mob-kun isn’t aware that Dimple is actually a powerful evil spirit, since he hasn’t lost to Dimple before (laughs).

ST: Everyone loses their poisonous nature when they associate with Mob. I think Dimple has hints of that, too. To the extent that he has to remind himself every so often that, “I’m going to use Shigeo and become a God!” (Laughs)

Q: What kind of existence is Dimple to Reigen?

ST: Something like, Reigen is the shishou, Mob is the deshi, and Dimple is the deshi’s henchman. I think he looks down on him [...]. Reigen’s got a good way of conducting himself that no one else has, so he’s able to change the way he reacts to Dimple depending on the time, place, occasion - he’ll have a proper conversation with him one day and kick him the next (laughs).

IS: Dimple thinks of himself as “Ore-sama” (the almighty me), but he’s pretty much looked down on by everyone around him. Ritsu looks down on him too.

Q: In season 2 we see Mob gradually grow closer to his friends, but do you not think Reigen becomes lonely as a result?

ST: Reigen still takes the stance that, ‘I’m just using you,’ so I think he doesn’t really notice how Mob is doing. I’m the one who feels lonely (laughs). I feel a distance in the hearts of Reigen and Mob, whenever Reigen doesn’t appear in season 2 [but Mob does].

Q: Did you not find it frustrating, playing that kind of unaware Reigen?

ST: No, since I suppose that’s just how it is. Reigen’s not an idiot or a no-good kinda guy - if I had to choose a way to describe him I’d say he’s a good, clever person, but up until now he’s been someone who has lived an evasive, mysterious life, like he’s running away. The negative consequences of that are advancing on him now. [...]

Q: Of the episodes that have aired so far, please tell us which ones you liked and your reasons.

IS: Episode 1 with the letter, and Reigen-shishou’s press conference from episode 7. In episode 1, Mob, of his own will, uses his powers for someone else’s sake. Until that moment we’d seen him help out others with his powers under shishou’s instructions, but he’s been told fundamentally to not use his powers in public. This is the first time we’ve seen him expressly use his powers in front of someone else, even if it’s just restoring a ripped-up story back to the state it originally was.

ST: “Writing stories” is quite like powers, in the context we see it. She’d always been hiding her stories, and when her story is seen by others it is torn to pieces. I thought that was quite similar to Mob’s powers. We see the growth Mob goes through in season 1 in season 2’s episode 1. [...]

IS: [...] There’s also the reunion with Reigen-shishou in episode 7. It’s an emotionally striking part of the season. In that scene, when the two of them are talking, Mob-kun says “I’ve known since the very start” - huh? Could it be, Mob-kun has known what shishou has been hiding all this time? Then he says, “My shishou is a good person” - so mature!

ST: Reigen is unsophisticated in that scene. All the bricks he’s laid up to that point have come tumbling down. It’s likely the first time he’s allowed himself to be weak around Mob. [...Episode 5 was amazing, too!]

IS: It was like a movie, wasn’t it?!

ST: [...] The animation was truly amazing. I didn’t really appear much in that episode, but I watched it with the rest of the cast in awe.

IS: I was desperate, thinking I HAD to match Ishida-san’s performance (laughs).

ST: Right? Mogami being voiced by Ishida Akira-san is a big deal. Before, when I’d asked who was going to voice Mogami, I was astonished when I was told it was going to be Ishida Akira-san.

IS: (Bursts into laughter)

ST: A respectful bow to him. He was truly fantastic!

IS: Within the story itself, we see a more-or-less powerless Mob-kun within Mogami’s world. I felt just as overwhelmed as Mob-kun was by how powerful an actor Ishida-san is. In that kind of world, you’d expect someone put into that situation to continue to be bullied without understanding the reality of what was happening and it’d end that way, but what rose up in Mob-kun was the determination to save Minori. [...]

Q: We’re reaching the climax of season 2 of Mob Psycho 100. What should we pay attention to when following the story?

ST: Mob’s growth becomes clear, and the story becomes flashier. Mob Psycho 100’s distinctive, impactful battle scenes are once again a highlight. Mob has been maturing - what kind of growth is he going to show us next? Please be sure to pay attention to that. Mob’s fighting style will also differ to what we’ve seen so far. There’s also an increase in scenes where Reigen doesn’t say much, but worries in his own way. I think it’d be good if you imagine just what’s going on in his heart when watching the scenes that include him!

IS: Season 1 finishes off with a big fight between several different espers - season 2 finishes off similarly, but with even grander espers. I’d like you to pay attention to the flashiness of the music and drawings. [...] Regarding how season 2 ends - please make sure to watch it right to the very end!

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Twitter crosspost here.

Otomedia April 2019;

ONE’s special interview here.

Sakurai Takahiro [Reigen VA] & Itou Setsuo [Mob VA] joint interview here.

Kokuryuu Sachi [Shou VA] interview here.

Itou Setsuo [Mob VA] & Irino Miyu [Ritsu VA] interview here.

Character Designer Kameda, Eye-catch Team Kenja, Series Co-ordinator Seko & Director Tachikawa's interview here.

#mp100 #mob psycho 100 #reigen arataka #kageyama shigeo #sakurai takahiro #itou setsuo #my stuff #i REALLY like the reigen analysis here #otomedia april 2019

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somebodyhelpthenotdeadfreds · 4 years

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You can chuck this in the bin if you want, but....Vandal Savage coming back from hell and oh dear, Gary never did mention that he's the spawn of an immortal dictator, did he?

AO3 - takes place before @agentmarymargaretskitz‘s fic right here!

Ava loved nothing more than a good, thorough spring cleaning. It was so satisfying to get everything into its proper place, she got to break out her label maker, it was a good time all around. And today’s task was especially exciting - sorting through all of her old Bureau files.

All was well, her sticking a label on one folder, or shredding another, she had three neat piles going. It was fairly mindless, with some music on in the background, it was easy to fall into a routine.

She noted that the current file in her hand was Gary’s file, which she realized she’d never even looked at. After all, Rip had handpicked him (for some reason) and he hadn’t done anything that had made her have a look. She couldn’t help but open it up, not really expecting to find anything except a list of credentials, a master’s degree, things like that.

She was not expecting three pages, completely blacked out before she got to his previous experience. Curiosity getting the best of her, she got up to do more research with Gideon. Only - “I’m sorry, Director Sharpe, but Captain Hunter had that file sealed in my records.”

“Why?”

“Classified, I’m afraid.”

“But it’s Gary.”

“Unless my code is overriden, I cannot divulge this information.”

Gary was fine with being left alone in the manor. Really, he was. It was more important that he do more research on the other loom pieces, rather than tag along with John - Constantine - and the rest of the Legends on the mission. This was more important. This way they could have a head start, and John wouldn’t end up dead.

That couldn’t happen. Not if he could help it.

John had left his house to him. The thought still made Gary a little warm, along with the memory of that kiss. Maybe - maybe now they could start talking more! About their relationship, about whatever they are, just talking in general. Oh, just to talkagain would be a wonderful thing.

He was lost in those thoughts when he heard a door rattling. The same door that John had been trapped behind, that Gary had helped rescue him from before bungling the whole thing again. He got to his feet, already nervous but starting a fireball in his hand when the door flew open.

The fire died out in his fist, his grip going completely slack as a black boot stepped through, and piercing eyes gazed back into his.

“Gareth,” Vandal Savage smiled, all the warmth a smile with nothing behind it but malice.

Gary cursed his poor circulation as his eyes rolled back and he collapsed to the floor, out cold before his head hit the carpet.

“Gareth.”

Gareth (Gary wasn’t his name yet, it wouldn’t be for a while now) jumped up from his chair in the library, Jane Eyre tumbling out of his hands and falling on its spine as it hit the rug. “Y-yes, Father, w-what do you need?”

Vandal Savage stepped forward, toe of his boot pressing down on the book spine, effectively cracking it. “Gareth, this isn’t the swordplay manual I told you to memorize.”

“No, it’s not.”

“What’s that? I can’t hear you. Speak up.“

Gareth lifted his head, his body shrinking back. “I said it’s not, I-I’m sorry. I finished it already, I was just-”

“So, you think you’ve already learned all you can?”

“I didn’t say-”

“So if we sparred, right now, you could land a critical hit on me?”

“I - no, I don’t-” Gareth was cut off again by a rapier pressed into his hand. His hands were sweating too much to keep a firm grip on it. “Father, I said I wasn’t ready, I don’t want to-”

“Block me.”

“I don’t want to fight!” Gary pleaded desperately, raising the sword against his will to try and shield the blow to his face. The sword clattered to the floor, easily batted away by its opponent as Savage stepped closer, the blade barely missing his jaw, “That’s not fair, you can’t - it’s - it’s an invalid point if it’s to the face, it’s not fair-”

His foot bumped the chair leg as he walked backwards, tripping and falling onto his back, narrowing missing the brick fireplace. He looked up into Savage’s face with pleading eyes and words, screaming when the blade came down, covering his face in a pathetic attempt at protection.

The blade made an awful screech as it scrapes against the rough surface of the bricks, leaving behind one jagged white line just beside Gareth’s head. Gareth let out the breath that had burned to hold in.

A hand was in front of him. Gareth blinked back tears and took it, immediately wishing he hadn’t. The grip was strong enough he could swear the bones in his hand rubbed against each other.

“What do you say?”

“Thank you.”

Gary woke up with a gasp, rubbing both sides of his face with his hands in an attempt to pull himself together. Maybe - maybe what he saw was just an awful dream. A horrible memory that escaped to the surface from him repressing all of them for so long.

He heard a noise downstairs.

Okay, it wasn’t a dream.

Time to panic.

He carefully crept along the carpet, dipping into the greenhouse. He had an idea, a fantastical idea but it would have to do. He tried calming himself down as he pulled out dried toadstools, grinding them as quietly as possible. Dropping in a few petals of asphodel, he let out a shaky breath. He could do this. He could mix this potion, and he - he didn’t have to be afraid. He added the pulp of a silver apple and pounded until it was all liquidy. He picked up the bowl and drank all of it down, gagging on the flavor of apple, mint, and a flavor too close to blood. Rubbing his face again, he picked up the weeding knife and made his way down to the main room.

The fireplace crackled, letting off sparks that illuminated the figure looking through Gary’s storage boxes he’d brought from his own apartment. Gary tiptoed into the room, back hugging the wall. He was barely breathing.

“Gareth, come here.”

Gary’s spine straightened up completely, and he walked away from the wall, approaching Savage. Savage hadn’t even turned to look at him, reaching into the box and pulling out a tortoiseshell hair comb, decorated with a gold and silver heading, and a single pearl at the top. “Good to see you kept this. Saved me a trip.”

“What are you doing here? You’re supposed to be-”

“Did I ever tell you where this comb came from?”

“It was - it was my mother’s, I know that, put it d-”

Savage chuckled, turning it over in his hand. “Took it off a Romanov daughter while I supervised the cleanup back in the day. Scared the hell out of your mother when I told her about it one night.”

Gary felt his stomach turn over.

“I was always drawn to this little trinket, ever since I scrubbed the blood off of it. Never could quite explain it.” He finally turned his head to look at Gary, still smiling. “But now I know.”

“You can’t be here,” Gary told him with a shaky voice as he approached him. “Why - why do you want that? And now? I’ve had - I’ve had it for over twenty years and you never-”

“It appears we’re looking for the same items, son,” Savage said, setting it down into a box on the table. Gary saw the glint of Shakespeare’s ring beside it.

Color drained out of Gary’s face. “It’s - it can’t be a piece of the - of the loom.”

“Oh, it is,” Savage grinned even more. “And you’ve had it with you all this time. Along with all of these other pieces. Glad to see you’ve finally taken some initiative.”

Gary grit his teeth, tried to glare at him as he folded his arms. “I don’t know how you got here, but I’m sending you back.”

Savage laughed out loud, leaning back to look at Gary. “Oh, Gareth, I would love to watch you try.”

Gareth was fifteen years old, and had spent the day locked in his room. Again. But this time, he had already packed his bag. A toothbrush, toothpaste, all the cash he had (even the change),, the only picture of his mother, the ticket stub to see his first and only movie that he’d snuck off to when he was nine, and a pen. All that was left was

He’d gotten good at picking the lock to his room, but had never actually escaped, too afraid each time to step outside the door. Now he was finally stepping through, creeping downstairs to the library. Finding nobody inside, he darted over to the mantle, picking up his mother’s hair comb she was wearing in the picture.

“Gareth.”

Gareth nearly dropped his bag, whirling around with the comb in hand to Savage staring at him, not even a fake pleasant smile. “Gareth, what are you doing?”

“I just - I don’t have - I need to run into town, and I’ll be back in an hour, I was just - just looking at-”

“Gareth, don’t lie to me. I told you, if you’re going to lie, I should believe it. Get back upstairs.”

Gareth clutched the comb so tightly that the teeth bit into his wrist. “N-no.”

“Gareth.”

“I said no!” he said, or rather, shouted. He tried to head for the side door and felt that bone crushing grip on his other wrist. Struggling made it hurt worse, but he kept trying. “Get off me!”

A swift backhand shut him up, and he felt himself being dragged back across the carpet. “Be reasonable, Gareth, put it down, go back upstairs, and I’ll forget this ever happened.”

“No! No, I won’t! You can forget, but I can’t! You - you didn’t tell me what happened to her.”

Snap.

He grit his teeth as tears escaped his eyes at the pain, as his shoes tried resisting the smooth wood floors. “You didn’t tell me. You didn’t tell me about - about her, or the other ones before me-”

“You never needed to know, Gareth. If it wasn’t for me, you’d be on your own, don’t you understand that?”

“I’d - I’d rather be on my own than be with you!”

Just as Savage turned around this time, Gareth’s frantic free hand caught the side of the lamp at the end table, and he grabbed it, swinging out and somehow clocking Savage right across the face. He dropped his wrist, but Gareth swung hard again and got him to the ground this time with a loud clang.

(that clang still echoes in his dreams and he doesn’t know if he’s having a nightmare or not)

Gareth wheezed, dropping the lamp and staggering back before his back hit the edge of the fireplace. The comb fell out of his hand, and as he reached for it and put it back in his bag, he watched Savage struggle to sit up. There was no sign of affection, even false affection, in his face. Instead, it was an animalistic sort of sneer, baring all of his teeth and hatred. Gareth was just getting to his feet, steadying himself with the stand of fireplace tools, when Savage lashed out with a hidden blade. Gareth let out a shriek, his hand grabbing the closest tool, the poker. And he brought it down hard onto Savage’s hand, piercing through and sticking into the floor.

Gareth trembled as he picked up his bag, before bolting towards the door. Savage’s shouts were loud, and furious, and traveled down the staircase that Gareth fled down.

“You’re nothing without me, Gareth! You know I’m right!”

Gareth shoved the front door open into the sheeting rain, and ran down the front steps, his ears ringing so badly he didn’t realize how far he was running until he was at the local bus stop, two miles away. He didn’t catch his breath until he was sitting in the very back of the bus, and he looked down at his broken, swollen wrist. The rain pattered against the window. The bus’s brakes sighed as they were released, as the bus lurched forward and started back on its route.

Father wasn’t here.

Gareth was alone.

He began sobbing in the empty bus. To this day, he didn’t know if he had sobbed out of pain, out of fear, or out of relief.

“What are you collecting the pieces for, my son?”

My son was only for when Father wanted something, it always meant worse pain down the road.

“None of your business,” Gary’s shaky voice declared. “I’m just - looking. Curiosity reasons.”

Savage looked over at him, holding up a picture. “Not for him.”

Gary suddenly lunged forward, and even though he had an inch on his father now, Savage held the picture back at arm’s length. “Ah ha, I thought so.”

“Give it back to me, now.”

Savage’s finger and thumb covered up the Beebo Gary was holding on his lap in the picture, but not his or John’s bright, goofy smiles. “Gareth, you know you can’t lie to me, and at least try a bit harder. This house is a Constantine family heirloom, or curse, depending on who you ask. Don’t you both look cozy.”

Gary yanked it back, snatching the comb from the box as well and stepping away from Savage, his heart racing. “I’ll makeyou leave.”

Savage chuckled. “You know what’s fascinating about that picture? There’s a few of John Constantine scattered about the place, none of you.”

“Camera shy,” he defended, and slipped the comb into his pocket, his hand reaching for the poker and keeping a loose grip on it. Savage picked up the loom pieces in their box, looked over at Gary.

“I’ll be taking that other piece, now.”

“No! You can’t have this. I won’t let you take it. I - I need it.”

“Somebody else needs it more, from all the chatter I’ve been hearing downstairs.”

Gary gripped the poker tighter, working his jaw.

Savage cocked his head to the side, studying Gary’s expression. “Oh, Gareth,” he sighed. “I know that look.”

Gary said nothing, setting his jaw in a straight line.

“Gareth, you remember why I did what I did?”

“For yourself.”

“No, no. I did it all for love. Everything I did was for love, to have her love me the same way I loved her. I can see that look on your face.”

“Don’t say that.”

“Gareth, we’re blood. You know I only wanted the best for you.” Savage came around the couch, holding his box of pieces. Gary glared at him, but didn’t trust his mouth to not start screaming if he opened it. “Son, in all my years, I was only able to get one piece and I didn’t even know about them at the time. Think of what we can do with these.”

“That’s why you can never have them,” Gary spat. “I will never let you have these because I know what you’ll do with them.”

Vandal put a hand on his shoulder, Gary tried stepping back but the grip was strong. It wasn’t forceful, but it was strong. “Gareth. Listen to me. I know I wasn’t the best father to you.”

Gary looked away, staring into his reflection in the mirror.

“But I promise you, with these pieces, we can start over. I’ll be better for you. You won’t run away. Your mother wouldn’t have done what she did. It will be a new start for all of us.”

Gary still said nothing. A slow smile spread across Savage’s face.

“With these pieces, you can have everything you’ve ever wanted.”

Still nothing.

“Gareth, don’t you understand? With these pieces, he’ll love you back.”

Gary whirled his head around. “Don’t say that. I couldn’t - I couldn’t do that to him.”

“Why not?”

“Because I - I can’t!” Gary finally blurted out. “I couldn’t live with myself if I did that. And - and I don’t have to do that, F-Father, because - because he cares about me. I know he loves me. Magic can’t fix that.”

Savage laughed out loud, in that loud booming voice, but Gary didn’t flinch for once. “Now Gareth, listen to yourself.”

“I am. I’m giving him the pieces to save Astra and himself, and I won’t let you stop me.”

“And then what, Gareth?” Vandal said, rubbing his shoulder. “You give him all the pieces, let him rewrite his past, and where does that leave you in his future? Do you exist in his life? What if his rearrangement means that he never meets you, that you never get to be anywhere with him? Look at yourself. Do you think he’s impressed with you? You know that for all I’ve done and said, Gareth, I’m not a liar. Do you think he will ever come back to you once he gets his life sorted out?”

A tear escaped Gary’s eye, and he dropped the poker to wipe his eye. Every word was crushing, because it was all true. The words ate away at his mind, and his heart, and for just a moment - “But this would change all of that?”

“Of course, Gareth. I can fix it so you’re the only light in his life, his only reason for living. And he’ll never, ever, leave your side.”

Savage grinned as Gary blinked hard a few times, staring at the floor. After a few long, long beats, Gary picked his head back up, eyes glittering as he glared at Savage. “N-no.”

The smile melted off. “What do you mean, no?”

“I said NO, Father! I would never - I could never force him to love me, because I’m not like you. I never will be! I don’t care if he never wants to see me ever again if it means he’s alive and happy. I will never, ever be who you wanted me to b-”

Gary let out a harsh shriek, as the knife went deep into his back, slumping forward against Savage’s shoulder, unable to conjure another word with his lips. Savage’s free hand gripped his jaw, forcing his head up to look at him as he tsked, like he was scolding a dog that chewed on the rug.

“Gareth, Gareth. You’ve always been a disappointment to me, but I would’ve thought that you would have at least remembered what I taught you, what I tried to make you understand; I told you over and over again that nobody loves you unless you forcethem t-”

Gary spat blood into his face and received a hard blow to the face that dropped him to the ground. He rolled over enough so he could look up into Savage’s face, his strength slowly ebbing away. This wasn’t supposed to happen, he - he mixed it right, it should have-

“Now give me that piece, Gareth.”

Gary spat out a little more blood. “It’s not yours, it’s hers. And you’re - you’re wrong. She did what she did because - because it was the only thing she COULD have done that would have hurt you. She didn’t give you the chance to do it yourself.”

He squeezed his eyes shut as the boot came down, and the taste of apples and mint suddenly flooded his mouth.

He then felt oddly cold, slippery drops fall onto his face and he let out a laugh. Oh, he was definitely delirious. Looking up, he grinned, weak and bloodstained as Savage clutched at the wound in the same place in his own back, eventually dropping to the floor, writhing in pain and cursing.

“You - you little -”

POOF

Suddenly, Savage vanished in plumes of black smoke, the loom pieces disappearing from their box with him. Gary wheezed, pulling the comb out of his pocket and staring at it. For some reason, it didn’t vanish along with the others.

The pride in having the upper hand vanished as the pain increased, and he couldn’t stop any of his thoughts from flowing - you failed, you lost the pieces, he’s still out there, you didn’t stop him, John’s still in danger, John doesn’t love you, John could never love you after everything you’ve done, you’re a failure, failure, failure…

***

John called from the foyer, Charlie by his side. “Gary, we’ve got a piece, where are you?”

Gary usually came down at the first sound of John being home, so this was - unusual. John felt uneasy, his usual state, but still.

He headed down the hallway. Ever since quitting smoking, his nose had cleared some, and he could smell the weak remnants of brimstone coming from the main room.

He was expecting a demon or a hellhound, not the body sprawled out on the bloodstained carpet, barely breathing. Heart falling right to his feet, he dropped down next to “Gary, what happened? What - what happened? Who did this? Gary? Gary, can you hear me?”

There wasn’t an answer, John shouted for Charlie to hail the Waverider as he lifted Gary’s hand to try and get a reading for his pulse.

A bloody decorative hair comb fell out of his hand.

#agentmarymargaretskitz #legends of tomorrow #gary green #vandal savage #constangreen

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manxita · 4 years

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Miss Americana and the Heartbreak Prince

Since I keep on seeing a lot of people who don’t fully grasp the lyrical genius of this song, I’m going to do a full analysis in what is to me the most complex song on Lover. To me this song has like 3 levels of interpretation: it could be taken at face value as a highschool story, a metaphor for the American Presidential Election, and also a metaphor for hew own life during 2016/17. Each part has multiple possible meanings so this is going to be long, but bear with me please!

You know I adore you I'm crazier for you Than I was at sixteen Lost in a film scene

-This could be an easter egg referring to the song Crazier from the Hannah Montana movie -Sixteen could be her age (if we think of it as happening in a high school), or the year 2016, which happens to be the year of the latest American President elections. -2016 is also the year of the whole Kim & Kanye situation so she could be talking about that too (lost in a film scene referring to Kim’s video of the phone call) -She could be talking to Joe, telling him she loves him more than she did in 2016 and the film scene could refer to his movie (the one she went to see with her friends)

Waving homecoming queens Marching band playing I'm lost in the lights

-This imagery could refer to an actual highschool, but also that she is “lost in the lights”, she is blinded to the problems of her country, she still sees the American Glory which is reflected on the homecoming queens and marching bands. -She could also be “lost in the lights” of fame, like blinded by the whole “hollywood” life.

American glory Faded before me Now I'm feeling hopeless Ripped up my prom dress Running through rose thorns I saw the scoreboard And ran for my life

-This most likely refers to the results of the presidential election. What she saw as American Glory is no longer there, she has no hope after seeing the results, she wants to run away. -But this could also be alluding to the whole Kanye debacle. She was “America’s Sweetheart” and after 2016 she “rip up her prom dress”, she’s no longer loved by everyone. She saw the score board (that K&K won and she lost) and run away.

No cameras catch my pageant smile I counted days, I counted miles To see you there To see you there

-No cameras catch her pageant smile because she decided to hide herself from the world. The rest is to Joe, she counts days and miles to see him because he lives in London and they are not together all the time.

It's been a long time coming but It's you and me That's my whole world -She finally found her safe place with Joe

They whisper in the hallway, "she's a bad, bad girl" (okay!) -This could refer to her reputation back then, people calling her a snake, that she was fake and manipulative. -But it could also allude to Trump calling Hillary Clinton a “nasty woman” during the election campaign,

The whole school is rolling fake dice -Fake dice are actually “charged” to land a certain way, so this could be her implying that people were lied to and because of that they voted how they did, also refer to the whole voter suppression situation. -This could also mean that people are having the wrong information about her and so they land on her being “fake”

You play stupid games, you win stupid prizes

-Quite self explanatory, but I feel that she might be saying that to herself, because she got into this whole mess by trying to be nice to Kanye when she shouldn’t have been (play stupid games) and because of that she ended up being universally hated (stupid prices). -Could also be about the election and how nobody thought Trump could win, and he was given so much press (stupid games) that he ended up winning (stupid prizes).

It's you and me There's nothing like this Miss Americana and The Heartbreak Prince (okay!) -Most likely Miss Americana is Taylor and the Heartbreak Prince is Joe, we know from other songs that he had a certain reputation for being a ladies man. -Could also refer to Hillary Clinton and Donald Trump

We're so sad, we paint the town blue

-Blue represents sadness but it is also the color of the Democratic Party, so we could take this line at face value or interpret it as political.

Voted most likely to run away With you

-This keeps with the highschool theme (“voted most likely to” is typical of yearbooks), and she actually pretty much run away with Joe to London after 2016, which could be because of the election results or because of all the K&K drama (or probably both).

My team is losing Battered and bruising I see the high fives Between the bad guys Leave with my head hung You are the only one Who seems to care

-By team she could be referring to the Democrats who lost the election, the bad guys being the republicans and Joe being the only one who seems to care. -But the team who is losing could also be us swifties, who were defending her non stop back then, bad guys being K&K and all her haters, and she leaves with her head hung, and WE the swifties are the only ones who seem to care.

American stories Burning before me I'm feeling helpless The damsels are depressed Boys will be boys, then Where are the wise men? Darling, I'm scared

-This verse refers to the #MeToo movement and the president engaging in “locker room talk” (grab them by the p*ssy), but also to her own sexual assault case. “Boys will be boys” is the typical excuse used when men say/do inappropriate things to women.

No cameras catch my muffled cries

-Like before, cameras don’t catch her because she hid herself from the world, But in this particular line it could also be because cameras are not allowed inside the courtroom.

I counted days, I counted miles To see you there To see you there And now the storm is coming, but

-The storm that’s coming could be about politics and the state of the country, or about her personal life when the trial became public. And I don't want you to (Go), I don't really wanna (Fight) 'Cause nobody's gonna (Win), I think you should come home And I don't want you to (Go), I don't really wanna (Fight) 'Cause nobody's gonna (Win), I think you should come home And I don't want you to (Go), I don't really wanna (Fight) 'Cause nobody's gonna (Win), just thought you should know And I'll never let you (Go) 'cause I know this is a (Fight) That someday we're gonna (Win)

-Here she takes the highschool classic Go, Fight, Win and adds it in a very clever way to the song. “I don’t really wanna fight cause nobody’s gonna win” could be about her getting involved in the 2016 elections and choosing to back a candidate: she said in an interview that she thought that speaking back then would have been counterproductive because of her bad reputation. So this line brings 2 of the interpretations of the song together: it being about the elections and about her own life. “I don’t want you to go, I think you should come home” is most likely about Joe, asking him to stay with her. -And at the end she has hope, she’s not letting him go because it’s a fight that she feels they will win someday. The fight being either her being in people’s good graces again, or the Democrats winning in 2020, or fighting against inequality.

Sorry for the length but this is one of my favorite songs on the album and it kills me to see some people dismissing it as just a highschool song when it’s much deeper than that. I hope I didn’t miss anything, if I did please feel free to add to it!

#taylor swift #mine #miss americana #analysis

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chicgeekgirl89 · 4 years

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Begin Again: Chapter 1

Fandom: SEAL Team

Characters: Lisa Davis, Sonny Quinn

Summary: After her brush with death, Lisa is a little less fine than she’d like to be. Takes place during and after “Siege Protocol.”

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Davis was hurt and Sonny could tell from her brusque manner and lack of eye contact that it hadn’t been some minor slip and fall on their way out of dodge. Something bad had happened at that safe house and not knowing was making his gut churn. “Hey, Blackburn.” He caught the commander’s attention. “What happened to Davis back there?”

“Run in with a rifle,” Eric said. “Things got hairy for a second. Coulda been a lot worse.”

Sonny tried not to think about what that might mean, death being one of the kindest options for an American woman captured in this part of the world. He wanted to check on her and make sure she was all right, but they were low on ammo and if he didn’t get together everything they had they were sitting ducks. Conversation was going to have to wait.

He was in the middle of counting mags when Jason bellowed for him, drawing him into the next room. The sight of Lisa being held up by Trent, blood dripping down her face turned his blood cold. “Everything okay?” he asked, trying to keep his voice calm even as panic lanced through his gut.

“Yeah get this thing working,” Jason said gruffly, yanking down a cable from the ceiling as Trent pulled Lisa from the room, still protesting in true Lisa fashion.

Once again what he really wanted was to follow Trent and make sure Lisa was all right. She could have a fractured skull or even a brain bleed if the impact had been hard enough and they were still hours away from help. His hands slipped and the cable dropped to the floor. He dove after it with a scowl and mentally shook himself. The faster they got things up and running, the safer all of them would be. He needed to get it under control.

Clay walked in moments later, looking better now that Trent had stapled him up and gotten a little morphine in him. “Davis all right?” Jason asked immediately.

Apparently Sonny wasn’t the only one who was worried. Davis was a vital member of their team, not to mention a friend. Jason would make Lisa a priority, no matter what else was going on and Sonny felt a rush of gratitude toward his boss.

“She keeps saying she’s fine but she looks a little out of it. Trent thinks it’s a concussion. He’s got her on a drip,” Clay said.

Sonny let himself breathe. It was the best possible scenario given the situation. A concussion they could deal with. It meant she was mobile and not in danger of bleeding out. She would be fine until they could get her home to a real doctor.

It was all too easy for Sonny to find an excuse to stay behind as Jason rounded up the team for Mandy’s goose chase. His reasoning was legitimate, they needed to get their ammo situation under control, but he would have stayed either way; he wasn’t leaving Lisa alone again.

Trent caught his arm before they pulled out. “Keep an eye on Davis. I put her on another drip but she’s probably not going to keep it in.”

Sonny nodded. “You got it.”

Sure enough the next time he saw her she was back to work, still fiddling with their tech, doing who knew what with it. His first attempt at conversation went over poorly. He couldn’t tell if it was because she was annoyed at him for hovering or because she was hurting and trying not to let on. So he decided to go for a more jovial approach.

He knocked before entering, trying not to spook her. “You know uh, typically we push the rifle barrel away with our hands and not our head.”

It got him half a smile. Not what he was looking for. He decided to push his luck a little further. “Huh, you know I uh, I really wish I was there Davis. We had just gotten to the safe house ten minutes sooner…”

She shook her head. “That’s not your job. It’s on me to have my back.”

She was blaming herself, which was completely ridiculous. From what he’d gleaned from Blackburn and Mandy she’d practically dismantled their entire setup single handed. “Everybody’s gotta have their six covered from time to time.”

Her eyes went back to her screen without giving a response. “You gotta ease up on yourself,” he urged, stepping a little closer.

She looked up at him and the pain in her eyes knocked the air right out of his lungs. “You know, I thought I was gonna die Sonny. Right there on the floor.”

He touched her shoulder then cupped her face, thumb stroking gently at her hair. He couldn’t help it. She needed him right now and to be honest he felt a little unsteady himself. Thinking of her, lying on the floor in a pool of her own blood…he swallowed hard. “I swear to you, I woulda burnt this city to the ground.”

Blackburn returned and Sonny dropped his hand. His emotions were all tangled up again in a way he couldn’t quite deal with right now, but if he’d helped her even a little it was worth it. Maybe they could do this friend thing again after all. It clearly didn’t work to pretend they didn’t care. So maybe a little friendship now and again would ease the pain of losing each other.

Her head was throbbing, but it was nothing compared to her wounded ego. She had been the weak link today and she was furious about it. She’d let her guard drop for half a second and then had to be rescued like some helpless damsel in a children’s story. It was an image she’d worked hard to avoid her entire career and she could barely look at anyone for the shame and heat that flooded her at what they must be thinking.

It didn’t help that every, single person who walked by did a double take and immediately started questioning her health and wellbeing. How many times did you have to say you were fine before people left you the hell alone? Apparently the answer was “a lot.” And they’d probably still bother you after that.

Her life hadn’t flashed before her eyes like some cliché movie or television show. There hadn’t been time for that. Instead she’d had exactly one thought, crystal clear and completely agonizing: Sonny. Just his name. And the feeling that she wished it had gone differently. And the desperate, panicked thought that she wished he would come through the door and save her.

Not that she was disappointed it had been Eric instead. She was grateful. But also embarrassed. All she wanted was to go home, take a long shower, and sleep for a week. But they weren’t out of the woods yet, not by a long shot, and god damn it she was going to get them out of this mess if it killed her.

Which it might. She was standing on a desk, reaching to try and get some cables connected when the world went grey and she felt her knees giving out. She was vaguely of aware of Jason catching her and pulling her down, but the only thought she was holding onto was that she had to get the Satcom up. They were blind without it. She wouldn’t be the weak link. Not again. Not ever.

“Breathe,” Jason ordered, and she tried, she really tried, but her heart was beating rapidly inside her chest and she was so incredibly dizzy she thought she might be sick.

She didn’t want to go with Trent, she wanted to stay and help, but apparently she didn’t have a choice in the matter. She stumbled along with him into the next room, his arms the only thing keeping her from pitching to the floor because her legs seemed to have completely turned to jelly. “Easy now,” he said, as she practically collapsed onto a bed.

Sitting helped. “I’m fine,” she told him as Clay got up from his own bed, concern written all over his face. She hated being on the receiving end of that look.

“Davis, what the hell happened?” Clay asked.

“I just—“ She felt bile rising up in her throat and clamped her lips shut, grabbing onto the bed frame to keep herself upright, trying to force the sick feeling away.

Trent checked her eyes, probed at the wound, and then he and Clay decided to tag team their interrogation which made her really snippy. She knew she was being rude and childish, but it was annoying as hell, especially when she was so mad at herself. She would have to apologize when they finally got out of here.

The IV did help some and she managed to get upright in time to help the team prep to head out, but she still felt unsteady on her feet. “How are you?” Trent asked before he headed out.

“I’m good,” she said. Her head was a little light but her vision was fine and who wouldn’t be nauseous in a situation like this?

He didn’t buy it, grabbing her elbow and steering her back into the treatment room. “You need another bag.” He hooked her up and then fixed her with a stern look. “Don’t move until this is empty. I’m going to tell Blackburn I started you on a second drip.”

“Okay, fine,” Lisa said.

“You need to relax.”

“I’ll just pretend I’m at the spa.” She gave him a fake smile and the look he gave back to her said he didn’t believe it for a second.

She ripped out the IV as soon as he was gone. Nobody had told Clay he had to sit around even though the man had a chest full of staples. She felt fine enough and if she had to lie to Blackburn about it…well as long as she kept herself upright he would never know.

She settled in behind the computer, picking up right where she’d left off before Trent had dragged her away. It wasn’t a surprise that Sonny found her there. What was a surprise was how she felt about it. All she’d wanted was to be left alone to wallow and shove her feelings so deep inside there was no chance they’d ever come back out again.

But then he went and made her smile. When she’d been pretty sure nothing would ever make her smile again. That stupid, Sonny Quinn charm cut through the darkness and the eyes he turned on her were so tender, and she was hurting so bad, and she found all of her feelings about the day bubbling back up.

“You know, I thought I was gonna die Sonny. Right there on the floor.” She felt tears building as she said the words, as she admitted to him, and him alone, how truly terrified she’d been. And when he touched her, oh god, all she wanted to was to fall weeping into his arms. She craved his strength, his steadiness, the sense of safety and belonging she felt with him.

When Eric came back Sonny pulled away and they all went back to work. But a small kernel of hope settled inside her chest. Maybe, just maybe, she and Sonny could be friends again after all.

#SEAL Team #Lisa Davis #Sonny Quinn #Savis #Whump #Head wound #Concussion #Siege Protocol Pt. 1 #Siege Protocol Pt. 2 #Lisa Davis Whump #Begin Again

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vorish-musing · 5 years

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Dirty Little Secrets

Spoiler Free Summary: Richie needs to Heal Eddie fast, luckily he has a way to do it, the hypochondriac may not be a fan of where it is though. (Reddie)

Content Warning: This involves soft non fatal g/t Vore, if you don’t like that, please look away. while this fic has safe vore, this kind of safe vore is healing, so this fic contains fearplay, blood and digestion mention (doesn’t happen though)... but it gets fluffy.

Spoiler Warning: this is an IT Chapter Two fic (when they’re adults). So here’s your spoiler warning. This has a lot of the same themes of the actual movie, so please watch that before reading if you care a lot about that kind of stuff.

Spoiler Summary below the ‘read more’

Spoiler Summary: Eddie is almost killed by pennywise, but Richie saves him with a gift (or maybe curse) he has. Eddie Is clearly not a fan but there’s not other option available.

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Eddie panicked seeing Richie trapped in by Pennywises Deadlights. He watched as Richie floated up, following pennywise's open mouth. He held the fire poker to his chest, thinking that this was the end, they would lose, he felt his breath shortening, as if he needed his inhaler. why was he so scared all the time?! He looked down at the weapon, staring at the sharp end, Beverly’s voice ringing in his head.

This thing kills monsters if you believe it does.

Eddie looked back up at the clown, if you could even call it that with its spider like legs. It was going to kill Richie. He gripped onto the weapon tightly “this thing kills monsters if you think it does.” he began repeating the phrase to himself, getting angrier with each repeat, until he was yelling. He took one more look at Richie’s milky white eyes and dead hanging jaw.

Without another thought, he began sprinting towards Pennywise, winding his arm back, and launching the fire poker into its mouth, screaming,

“Beep beep motherfucker!” definitely sounded cooler in his head.

Pennywise made an unholy sound as it stepped back, the deadlights turning off, Richie fell to the ground, his eyes still white and not moving. It coughed the Poker out of its mouth, before impaling itself on a spike in the ground. It let out even more screams, but nothing coherent enough for the losers to understand. Then, Pennywise stopped moving, and everything was silent.

Eddie took a moment, before running to Riches side, shaking him and begging for the man to wake up.

Richie couldn’t hear or see anything in the deadlights, and all he could think of was Eddie, how he was probably fucked as well. He failed the losers. And now he was going to be eaten by that fucking clown before he could tell Eddie that--

Richie woke up. His eyes no longer glazed over, he tries to jump up, before falling back down, he couldn’t move. He panicked quickly before making eye contact with Eddie

“Richie! You’re back!” Eddie’s voice sounds exasperated, but extremely relieved. The man smiled “I think I killed it!” Richie looks behind Eddie, then to the other Losers, they’re also looking as relived. Richie sees the lights from pennywise flashing, he didn’t know if that was good or bad.

“Richie, I Killed it!” Eddie yelled so everyone could hear. He kept saying it. All his fear and panic gone. He’d Been Puked on, stabbed in the cheek and tormented by that fucking clown, but now the last laugh is his!

Then all of a sudden, he felt a burning white pain in his chest.

Beverly screamed as one of pennywise’s claws rips through Eddies chest. Blood splattering on Richie's face, who began screaming as well.

Eddie stares at the claw protruding through his chest, spitting up blood. He could barely breathe. All the joy and bravery that was in his eyes, was gone.

Eddie Screamed loudly and writhed around as the claw lifted him up, he heard the familiar laugh of pennywise as he was launched through the air, the losers screaming for him once again, then landing through the narrow entrance of the cave they were in, just missing the cave wall.

Richie, seeing this horrific sight, finally got up, ignoring the pounding in his head and darted towards Eddie, the other losers in tow.

Pennywise sees the losers running, and gives chase. But it was too late, the losers slid between the rocks, and all the clown could do was try and break the rocks away to get to them. The losers knew they had to act FAST.

Bill helped Richie lift Eddie up, who was groaning in pain as it was happening.

“Eddie, oh fuck….fuck…” Richie took off his button up placing it onto eddies wound to attempt to stop the bleeding. He knew that from Eddie. “We need to get him to a hospital”

“How are we supposed to do that Richie?!” Bev answered, loud, but not angry. she knew it was impossible to get him out of here. Ben went to her side, and so did Mike, consoling her. Tears were cascading down her face.

Richie tried to get the other losers on board with him. Mike and Ben were shaking their heads no, siding with Beverly. Richie looked to Bill, who wouldn’t look anyone in the eye.

He understood why they didn’t want to, they would have to stop fighting Pennywise, and let it escape, which Mike would never let happen, and Eddie couldn't climb out of the hole they came from, and he might bleed out.

Bill, Beverly, Mike and Ben huddled up, talking to themselves about what to do, but he didn’t care. He NEEDED Eddie to live. He…

He loved him.

He never admitted it before now, it was always in the back of his head since adolescents, but he was always scared to admit what he knew was true.

Then an idea hit Richie, he felt stupid for not thinking about it before!

After he left Derry when he turned 19, Richie left with a weird, craving… he would look at people and get...hungry. Before he forgot pennywise, he thought it was always the clowns last laugh. But when he forgot, he just pretended it didn’t exist… until it got worse.

Until he shrunk and ate someone after one of his late comedy shows.

It all happened so fast. He didn’t even realize he did it until he felt the person squirming inside, freaked out as much as Richie, most likely more. He immediately coughed them up, running away as they returned to normal size. Nothing came about on the news about it, nor any people coming to his door calling him a monster, so he moved on, thanking whatever god there was that nobody else was there to witness what he had done.

He found out he could swallow people and keep them alive inside of him somehow, he didn’t really have any idea, just knew he could. He would sometimes find anyone he could, and just do it, to satisfy his weird craving.

One time he saw a guy being beaten in an alley way of New York, and normally, he would turn a blind eye, being a quite weak man when it came to fighting (or so he thought),

but when he heard the homophobic slurs, bringing him back to his childhood, and begging from the man, he realized what he needed to do, he ended up scaring the attackers away with a fake phone call to the police, and when the coast was clear, ate the man.

The strangest part about it wasn’t that though, it was that after an hour or so, he let the man out. And all the scratches and bruises were gone, only faint scars barely noticeable left.

Richie knew what he needed to do to Eddie.

“You guys go ahead and do whatever I’m staying with Eddie.” Richie said, the other losers hesitated, but soon found another way in and began to try and fight pennywise again. It was just him and Eddie, who was looking even worse by the second.

“Richie” Eddie coughed, more blood spilling out his lips “go fight, I’ll be fine” he tried to smile, but it was so clear he was in a lot of pain.

“Eddie, I’m not leaving you”

“Really, this clown is more important than--”

“Don’t fucking finish that sentence!” Richie yelled, tears beginning to fall down his face “ you are the most important thing to deal with right now.”

Eddie closed his mouth, cringing as blood began to fill it, he was worried, Richie was never like this, Richie was more of a pessimistic person, Eddie knew he was a goner, why was Richie even trying to help?

“Listen,” Richie spoke softly, which surprised Eddie since he’d been yelling the past few minutes. “I can help, and I know you’re going to hate what I’m going to do.”

Richie felt bad because he knew it was gross, but it would be funny when everything was okay, and Eddie would be complaining.

He couldn’t explain it to the guy, but he’d freak out and panic and make his wounds worse before he could do anything!

Eddie gave Richie a weird look, but that didn’t stop Richie from grabbing a hold of his shoulders, holding tight, making him cry out in pain.

“Sorry Eds, it’ll be okay soon”

Eddie wanted to scream at him to stop holding him, that it hurt, and whatever he was doing was NOT helping.

Then a dizzy feeling came over him, he could barely keep his eyes open, was this death? It felt a lot different than he imagined.

Richie let out a sigh as Eddie began shrinking, he picked the man up in his palm, so he could move as quickly as possible without hurting him more than he probably already was. He stopped shrinking him when Eddie got to four inches, just small enough for Richie to get him down safely.

Eddies head stopped pounding, and his eyes flickered open. He let out a small yelp of shock seeing how huge Richie had gotten. What the hell? “Richie?!”

The giant before him smiled, “yeah its me eds.”

Eddie coughed more blood up “you’re...big” Eddie was shaking, was this Richie? Was this a hallucination? Was this...Pennywise?

“Woah take me out on a date first why don’t ya” Richie smiled, trying to lighten the mood, seeing how frightened Eddie was.

Eddie let out an exasperated laugh, clearly in shock with everything that was happening.

He saw the blood dripping onto his hands more and more, he had to act quick. “Listen, please trust what I’m about to do is safe, I’ll explain later”

“wh-AT ARE YOU DOING?!” Eddie was confused at first, what did he mean? Then all of a sudden, Richie opened his mouth pulling Eddie closer.

Richie brought Eddie into his mouth, cringing at the amount of blood that was on his tongue. He cringed as he coated Eddie in a thick coat of saliva, washing away the blood.

“Wait! Stop!” Eddie yelled, the slimy tongue rolling around him, clearly tasting him, it was enough to make him sick.

Eddie panicked, not Richie not Richie NOT RICHIE!

This had to be a sick joke from Pennywise, bring him into a safe environment, then when the time was right, snatch him up and finish the job It started. Adrenaline finally hit him, Eddie squirmed, Screaming in pain from his wound “Fuck you! Fuck you! Fuck you!” he kept screaming, if he was going to be eaten by that fucking clown, he would not go down easy.

Richie felt awful hearing Eddie panic, it hurt him hearing Eddie in this much pain. He also felt Eddie moving, and the amount of blood was increasing, so he did the only thing he could, Swallow.

Richie tilted his head back cringing once more at Eddie's screams, swallowing. He knew Eddie would squirm and fight, but it wouldn’t work against him, Eddie was weak from blood loss, but he had to give it to him, he was putting up a great fight.

Eddie clawed as much as he could at the tongue, but it was too late, he was already halfway into the esophagus. God this was disgusting. He was coated in blood and saliva. The sounds were the worst part though, he could hear the gurgling and groaning of the stomach below him, eagerly waiting for his arrival, chilling Eddie to his very core.

Richie cringed as Eddie moved halfway into his throat, but stopped moving, He was putting up a real fight. It didn’t hurt , but it was very uncomfortable. but another swallow, and Eddie was fully in Richie’s esophagus, the muscles gently massaging Eddie down.

Surprisingly, this didn’t hurt Eddie, it just felt...weird! And he was shocked at how… normal it felt!

Yes, Eddie knew that what was happening was the exact opposite of normal, but he had expected pennywise to drop the act now, that he’d line the esophagus with spikes to tear him to shreds, or maybe send a group of spiders down with him to rip him apart.

But… nothing. All he heard was the drumming of a human heartbeat, beating a lot quicker than normal, the sound of air being inhaled into the lungs, and of course, the sound of where he would soon be below him.

It wasn’t like pennywise to keep things calm. In a way, that scared him more. What was its plan?!

All of a sudden, he heard a voice “ Its going to be okay, fuck, Eddie please be okay.”

Eddie’s heart stopped, he couldn’t tell what was real or not anymore. Was this even pennywise fucking with him? Or was it somehow actually Richie?

Eddie let out a cry in pain as he was squeezed into the stomach, expecting bubbling acids to melt him away, or maybe even lava instead, but it was just dark, empty, and surprisingly didn’t smell as bad as he thought it would. The thought it would reek like bile, but it really didn’t smell like anything.

He jerked back as he felt pressure on the wall, gasping in pain from his wound. He then realized what it was.

A hand.

Eddie laid back, shaking slightly, worried any sort of movement would somehow start up the acids.

Unfortunately, he felt the stomach juices seeping onto his back, and pooling into the chamber, he tried to pull away, but at that point, his adrenaline was gone, and he couldn’t move as much as he could before. He could do nothing as the liquid (he presumed to be acid) gathered around him

Richie held his stomach, feeling Eddie move around in there, he could never get used to that feeling no matter how many people he ate. He began massaging his belly, it happily gurgling at its new ‘meal’ inside. Richie knew that the stomach juices would help Eddie heal faster.

All of a sudden, he heard a loud crash behind him, along with pennywise screaming incoherent words “Jesus Fuck!” Richie yelled, covering his ears. He was thankful that he swallowed Eddie before that happened, who knows how the little guy would react.

Eddie Paused, hearing Richie’s voice once again, this time sounding too real to be a fraud “R-Richie?!” oh god, Eddie thought, it this was Richie and not Pennywise I’ll… I’ll…

What could he do? He was already in his stomach; it was only a matter of time before he would be nothing but soup.

“Yeah Eds… its me” Eddie began to choke back tears hearing the happiness in Richie’s voice, was he happy to digest his best friend? Is this what deadlights do to you? questions buzzing in his mind. How?! Why?! Before he could get a word in, Richie spoke again. “You Okay?”

“oKAY?!” Eddie Exploded, the liquid up to his hips now, “YOU. ATE. ME. I don’t even know how this is even remotely possible, not to mention that its fucking GROSS, AND I’m going to DIE in here!” Eddie let out a yelp as he felt the liquid enter the hole in his chest. Again, it didn’t hurt, it just felt weird. “So, no Richie, I’m not Fucking okay.”

Richie flinched slightly, he expected the anger, but not this angry! He thought Eddie would be feeling the healing process already.

“Eddie, I did this to save you! You don’t feel any pain, Right?” Richie paused, realizing how dumb that question sounded “Other than your chest glory hole, I mean” Richie snickered to himself, he knew Eddie would be fine, maybe lighten up the mood with some jokes?

Eddie was about to Start yelling again, especially at Richie making jokes, but paused, Richie was right, not even his chest was in that much pain anymore, and he stopped coughing up blood. He lifted his hand slowly, expecting to see his hand burning away in acid but, it was clean. Even the scratches from when he was thrown were gone!

Eddie looked down, hesitating before bringing his hand to his chest, feeling the open wound, he jerked back. He felt it moving, like it was repairing himself.

“what. The. Shit.”

“listen Ed’s I’d love to explain but—” as Richie spoke, a loud crash interrupted him, followed by Beverly screaming angrily. “I have to help; I can’t let them do this on their own. Just please, stay as calm as possible.”

Richie was never this polite, he never once tried to console him before. This must’ve been serious.

Eddie had so many questions, he wanted everything answered, but he knew what was more important here. “Richie?”

“yeah?”

“I lo—” he backpedaled, realizing what he almost said “Be careful, don’t want you to die with me in here”

Richie’s heart skipped a beat, was he about to say… no no. as far as Richie new, Eddie was straight as a board. He just patted his belly, running back into the fight.

The first thing he was faced with was ben running at him “Eddie?” the other man asked. Richie turned red for a moment, realizing he didn’t have an excuse ready for why he left Eddie by himself.

“uh..” he stammered for a moment “he’s fine” Richie pointed back to the opening, Ben nodded. “lets just go kill this fucking clown.”

Ben gestured for Richie to follow him, both men joining up with the other losers, he was ready to kill this fucking clown with his bare hands, nobody would hurt Eddie like this again, Never.

The next thirty minutes or so were a blur to Eddie, being thrashed about in the small confines of Richie’s belly. He cringed hearing Richie yell, the man's voice booming around the chamber. He prayed to any god out there for Richie to be okay.

He tried feeling his wound again, it didn’t hurt at all anymore, so what was the harm? He placed his hand on the hole, and instantly he was intrigued. It was so small now! he felt the enzymes around him building his tissue back up and healing him. It was so…fascinating.

He brought a hand up to his cheek, feeling the gauze where Bowers had stabbed him, and carefully peeled it off, he cringed at the tape pulling at his skin, and winced at the cut opening once again, filling his mouth with blood.

Without hesitation he submerged his entire head into the Liquid, feeling the cut begin to heal instantly. He could feel the tissue and skin repairing. He brought his head back up to breathe, the cut still healing itself as he sat there.

As he finally got to explore the area around him, Eddie realized how not bad it was. Sure, it was slimy, and gross, and weird as hell…

But it was also...soft. And the sounds around him weren’t as scary, the stomach gurgles making him feel better knowing they were helping him live, other than being the catalyst into his death. Of course, he could never let Richie know this, that would be too weird.

But then he wondered, does Richie like this too?

As Eddie was having a calming time relaxing in Richie’s belly, Richie was having to juggle excuses on Eddie's whereabouts, while also fighting Pennywise.

Once the being was finally defeated, the losers noticed the world around them begin to break, and began to book it out of there

“Richie! Go get Eddie!” Mike called, Richie just shook his head

“He’s already out of here” Like they’d believe that one, nice going dipshit. Richie thought to himself.

Nobody decided to question him, but they all knew it wasn’t true. They’d rather focus on all of them not dying, compared to Richie being sneaky.

Mike was noticing how much Richie would grab a hold of his stomach, though.

Once the losers got out of the house, Beverly, Bill and Ben dropped to the ground, laughing out of pure adrenaline and shock, Richie just stood there, holding his stomach, trying to be inconspicuous about his real intentions.

“Richie, you okay?” Mike looked him up and down, gesturing to Richie’s hand clutching his stomach.

Richie paused, thinking of an excuse “Jesus fuck mike we just crushed a heart of a baby clown thing, you think I can feel a bit Ill?” the losers laugh softly at the words, mike just nodding. he felt Eddie tense at the idea of Richie being sick with him inside but calmed when realizing it was a lie.

After that Bill, Ben, Beverly, Mike and Richie didn’t speak, spending the next hour in silence outside of the neibolt, on the ground, speaking only to lighten the mood with jokes, (this was mostly Richie)

At one point, Beverly sat up, turning to Richie, who was still lying down “is Eddie dead…?” the rest of the losers turned to Richie as well, all clearly worried about their missing friend.

Eddie only tuned in when he heard Richie’s heart speed up, pounding fast. His breathing became irregular, but only Eddie could really tell. He gasped softly as Richie’s stomach tensed around him, Richie was afraid.

Carefully, Eddie made his way to the stomach wall he presumed to be the ‘front’ placing his hands on the organ and began rubbing. He wanted to send a silent message to Richie that he was there for him, and that everything was going to be okay, he didn’t care about how gross it was at this point, it was Richie.

The man tensed, feeling Eddie rubbing him from inside. He had never had a willing participant doing this before, it felt fantastic! It was quite soothing as well, knowing someone was there for him, and that someone was Eddie Fucking Kaspbrack.

“Eddie is…” he paused, seeing Beverly's eyes begin to water “Eddie is alive, I got him out of neibolt, got an uber to take him to the hospital.”

Beverly began crying out of pure relief, and so did ben. They didn’t care how strange the situation sounded, all they cared about was Eddie being safe.

“We can visit him when he gets out. He told me he wants to be alone for a while, so we won't see him being a baby in the hospital, being spoon fed by his mommy.”

This made everyone laugh, well, except for Eddie, Richie feeling a small kick from inside.

At that point, the Losers decided to leave, ben and Beverly leaving together, bill and Mike going their own separate ways. Richie, being the last one to leave, took one last look at neibolt, before making his way back to the town house.

He was glad to see it empty, going up to his room, lying on the bed. “You doing okay Ed’s?” he finally spoke out, poking the lump underneath his shirt, chuckling as it moved around and away from his hand.

A muffled voice called back to him, “I’d be better if you let me out Tozier, I need some questions answered.”

Richie hushed the person in his belly, “Yeah yeah I get it mom” he laughed, but he felt a little upset, wanting to keep Eddie in their longer, really enjoying the feeling of him inside. Moving and massaging, he swore, sometimes he could feel him breathing. But he would never keep him in longer than he wanted to, except if he was hurt, like this time.

Unbeknownst to Richie, Eddie too didn’t want to leave. It was nice to be close to Richie, he was never able to get close to him as a kid, Richie always being very inappropriate with jokes about Eddies sexuality when they got a little too close. (he has since apologized, but it still made Eddie nervous to show his true feelings)

Richie Sighed, getting back up from his bed, heading to the bathroom “Eddie, please don’t move, it was hard enough getting you down, if you’re moving a lot, you’re not coming out”

Eddie felt a seed of guilt plant inside of him, knowing he had possibly hurt Richie, he also couldn’t blame himself for moving and freaking out, he did think he was about to die after all, he called back an okay, staying as calm and still as possible.

Richie focused on Eddie in his stomach, tensing the walls around him, pushing the tiny man back up the esophagus. The muscles began to pull him back up from the esophagus to the throat, soon enough, Eddie was back in Richie’s mouth. Richie opened his mouth, taking Eddie out.

Eddie Cringed at the change in lighting, trying to get his eyes to adjust. Once he could actually see, he looked up at Richie.

Richie was staring at Eddie with a worried stare, wanting to make sure he was okay. Eddie lifted his shirt, a very faint scar left from where he was impaled. Nobody would’ve known he was almost dead a few hours ago.

Eddie looked like a mess, alive, but a mess. Saliva made his hair stick out every which way, and he was coated in saliva as well. Richie held back a laugh, then began regrowing his friend.

“There.” he said, helping Eddie stand up straight once he was back to his normal height. “You should take a show-ER”

All of a sudden, Eddies Lips were on his.

Eddie, out of pure impulse, had kissed Richie, the man who Eddie has had feelings for since childhood, the same man who saved his life.

Richie was in complete shock; his brain didn’t know how to function with Eddies lips on his. This was his dream for over thirty years, and… he was doing fuck all!

Eddie pulled away, covering his mouth and hanging his head down in shock and despair. “I-I...I’m s-so-”

“Jesus Christ you sound like Bill.” Richie spoke , laughing, still in complete shock. His face flushed a bright red.

“You...You’re not mad?!”

“I…” now it was Richie's turn to stammer and panic “I’ve always wanted you to do that” Eddie smiled, “maybe not when you were covered in my saliva, but I can make do.”

“Oh man I’m sorry.” Eddie laughed “but its really not my fault you ate me” yep, still fucking weird to say out loud.

“Hey, I did it to save your life.”

Eddie nodded “I know saying this is absolutely not enough, but thanks. For absolutely everything”

“Take a fucking shower and come to my room when you’re not slimy,” Richie walked out of the bathroom “if you don’t… maybe I’ll just keep you in there next time”

“Not really a threat Tozier!” Eddie yelled quickly, before covering his mouth, it was too late to backpedal, what the fuck is wrong with me today?!

Richie turned back, slowly closing the door, “good to know Kaspbrak ...Good to know” and before another word, he slammed the door shut, walking back to his room, missing the feeling of Eddie being in there already.

After a few minutes, Eddie came into the room, wearing a new set of clothes, the others just thrown out. “Still can’t get the smell of your spit off of me.” and exaggeration, but it did take a lot of soap to make him smell normal again

“Ah yes the same spit that saved your life huh.” Richie smiled, sitting on the bed, reading emails from his team back in New York. He tapped the other side of the bed, right beside him. Eddie sat down.

“How did you know it would work?”

“Well I did it before.” the answer was plain and simple “I can heal people who are about to ring death's doorbell, crazy right”

“So how the fuck can you do that.”

Richie sighed, adjusting his glasses “well, I’ve been able to do it since our first fight with IT” Eddie nodded “I just got hungry, and no matter how much I ate I was always hungry. At one point I blacked out after one of my shows, woke up with someone inside. It was awful. They were trying to rip me open.”

Eddie nodded “Did you know how to get them out?”

Richie Laughed, “It took me a few hours, but I got it. Too bad though. The guy was a fan, and I swear I saw him again like a year ago at one of my shows, every time I looked in his direction, he averted his eyes.”

The two of them laughed, “wish I could’ve been there”

Richie stopped, smiling sweetly at Eddie “I wish you were there too.” Eddie looked down, trying to contain his embarrassment.

“Listen Richie, I’m sorry for what happened in the bathroo-”

“Eddie, I like you, but if you don’t shut the fuck up with your sorry’s, I will hate you.” Eddie put his hands up in Defeat. “Clearly I liked it since I didn’t stop you, I was kind of dreaming for that to happen for a while.”

Eddie looked back up “how long?”

“I don’t know, since we were teens. I don’t have it on a calendar for you”

Richie then got a pillow thrown onto his face, and before he could get it off and yell, he got another one.

“So, you’ve liked me all of middle AND high school” Eddie grabbed another pillow. Hitting Richie with each word “AND. YOU. DIDN’T. TELL. ME?!” the last swing, Richie caught it “I thought I was being to obvious back then.” Eddie wasn’t mad, he was just playing, his laughter filling up the room, he felt like a kid again.

Eddie knew the real reason why Richie didn’t share his feelings, it was the same reason why he didn’t, they’d be crucified by anyone around!

Richie grabbed the pillow; it was his turn to hit Eddie “ I. was. Stupid!” Richie began to laugh, pummeling Eddie with pillows.

The men fought with the pillows like they were kids again, finally stopping when Eddie surrendered. Richie turned to Eddie, their noses touching.

This time, it was Richie who leaned in for the kiss, and Eddie didn’t hesitate to kiss back.

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And there we have it! my coping mechanisim i created after watching the movie, if you enjoyed, please don’t be afraid to request some stuff, I would love to write more!

#Soft vore #safe vore #protective vore #with all your warnings #giant/tiny #male vore #digestion mention #fearplay #healing vore #Williams Writing

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