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beyond the story: bitchin’

Hi friends! I hope you are all staying safe and healthy during these tough times! I really wanted to put something out there as a thank you to just how much support Bitchin’ got. You guys really are incredible. So, although this story has come to an end, I wanted to properly close the Bitchin’ chapter by giving you all a behind the scenes look at Bitchin’ and everything that went into writing it. This includes hidden easter eggs, backstories, alternative plot-lines, and a short drabble of the Bitchin’ cast 10 years after the story’s end.

Without further ado, please enjoy and thank you again for all your love. You have all of mine.

CHAPTER ONE – PARTNERS

Ah, yes, the start of this whole wild ride. I’ve always loved the whole nerd/popular person trope in fanfics, so it was only a matter of time before I tried my hand at it too. One thing I was adamant about was not making this a “popular person turns nerd hot/confident/better” fic as its kind of one of my least favorite cliches. With that in mind, and knowing that I was going to allude to TATBILB’s contract, I decided that I wanted Y/N to gain as much from the deal as Jungkook did. No blackmail, no just agreeing for the hell of it – Y/N was going to further herself and her dreams given the opportunity.

The beginning of the chapter is where the two are most separated and dissimilar throughout the whole story. It wasn’t that they were fundamentally different, it was that they approached life differently. Y/N was frustrated at how superficial Jungkook seemed, because she believes there is much more to life than just kicking your feet up and cracking jokes.

On the other hand, Jungkook didn’t understand why Y/N was so tense and on guard. To him, life was meant to enjoy and not take so seriously. Which makes sense, given that he grew up with minimal rules and minimal worries (bare minimum partners wassup !)

“So, do we have a deal? Partners?” There was mischievous timber to his words, the kind that made you feel as if this would all later come back to bite you in the ass.

Pushing that pestering thought away, you took his hand into yours, holding his eyes as you gave it a firm shake.

“Partners.”

God, this bit. I knew from the minute I wrote it that I was writing the ending of bitchin’ along with it. I knew this was exactly how I was going to end this story, bc the word partners has multiple means right? In chapter 1, this meant business partners, but in the final chapter… it means life partners. Idk, I’m just still really happy with this writing decision :D

CHAPTER TWO – THE CONTRACT

Dearest Yara. We meet her in chapter two don’t we? Yara is completely based off of my irl best friend Yara who is a writer and who helped me A LOT with this story. She was my biggest supporter throughout figuring out this crazy plot. It was initially only about seven parts, but with her help I managed to bump it up to 10! Everybody say thank you Yaraaaa.

You were angry, that much was evident to her. Yara was sat in your shared dorm’s living room, a thick blanket engulfing her small frame. You briefly glanced towards the TV, it was tuned into MTV, the familiar music video of Every Breath You Take by The Police playing, before directing your glare back onto the copper-haired girl.

The song reference is a direct allusion to writer Yara’s fic, which is one of my favorite fics by her. She was actively writing it around the start of our friendship so it only felt right to pay respects to her. The introduction of her character felt necessary imo bc I wanted to make sure Y/N had a life outside Jungkook. Plus, I got to use the scenes between the two girls as a way to reference the music and culture scene. Yara is especially a fan of the powerful women in the music industry at the time, i.e., Madonna, Annie Lennox, Cyndi Laupner, etc.) Yara is a raging feminist and believer in sexual freedom and libery for women, we do in fact have to stan.

“How old do you think your sister is?”

“Hey, don’t sass me. For your information, Lyanna still has all her Care Bear tapes. She threw a hissy fit when my mom tried to give them away last Christmas.” Yara recalled.

Lyanna is one of writer Yara’s past pseudonyms. She always used to joke about how whenever she read it, it was confusing because there was Y/N, Yara and Lyanna, which were technically all her lolol.

FUNNY STORY ABOUT THE CONTRACT I INSERTED INTO THIS PICTURE… Twitter found it and made it into somewhat of a meme because no one knew it came from a fic rip. I was actually rly embarrassed and even wrote some posts about how much twitter scared me on my blog LMAO. but THEN weirdly enough, I actually stumbled upon a small community on twitter who actually found my fic and would TWEET ABOUT IT!!! LIKE REACTIONS TO EACH UPDATE!!! I wish I could go back in time and remember how giddy I was the first time I found a tweet about my fic. The fanfic community on twitter gave me a new love for the site (which I had previously had removed myself from because of its toxicity) and I have met so many wonderful people because of it. People even made themselves a little twitter group chat to talk about my fics, and now we are all friends! I miss posting a chapter of bitchin’ and refreshing my twitter feed as all my mutuals would post memes and live tweet their reactions. God that made me so fucking happy.

CHAPTER THREE – THE ROLLERSKATING DATE

I love the bickering in this chapter, because unlike the bickering in the first chapter, it’s actually less hostile and more playful. Y/N is slowly letting her guard down to the very persistently charming Jungkook.

“Woah. Family of six, huh? So you have siblings then.” He noted.

“Yep. Three.”

“Tell me about them.”

Looking up from where you were slipping on your second skate, you met Jungkook’s eyes, surprised to see genuine interest in them.

I actually originally had Y/N brush him off here. I was going to wait until the drunk party scene for Y/N to open up about her family and relationship with her sisters. But then I kind of thought to myself… Why? Y/N made peace with it and doesn’t hold onto those insecurities anymore. And objectively, Jungkook hasn’t proven himself to be a bad person so… I let Y/N open herself up to him.

“Then there’s the twins, Rosa and Lia.”

“Hold on. Twins? Wait… did they go to our high school?” Jungkook asked, his interest in this conversation doubled.

“Yep. They were two grades above us.” You confirmed.

“Oh shit, yeah, I remember your sisters, they were mad hot.” Jungkook let out a low whistle, before stiffening, flashing you an apologetic look. “Uh, in a totally non-meathead way.”

You offered the scared-looking boy a small smile, shaking your head.

Some of y’all notice but, Rosa and Lia are a blatant homage to my name: Roselia. ACTUALLY some form of my name can be found in every one of the rewind series fics, including upcoming ones. I’ll give a cookie to whoever can find every single mention hehe.

“I told you it was dumb.” You laughed nervously.

It wasn’t that you cared much about what Jungkook thought but you had a feeling a guy like him, who was popular and carefree, wouldn’t be able to sympathize in the way you would like him to.

“No, I’m just… surprised, that’s all.”

Jungkook certainly was surprised. You had built up quite the impression on him from the very moment you two met. It was hard to imagine that the girl who was so unapologetically herself was ever unsure or insecure.

Somehow, the idea tugged at his heart, as if he understood you more if only just a little.

From the get go, Jungkook was extremely drawn to just how confident and secure Y/N was in herself. I knew I wanted Y/N to be unapologetically sure of herself and in her abilities. Something I didn’t want, however, was for frat boy!jungkook’s only personality traits to be liking sex and being a cocky bastard (although I am a big consumer of that trope heh). Jungkook is actually canonly incredibly insecure. He lacks a real sense of self, which is why he is so desperate for Kiri back. His relationship with Kiri at that time was a big part of what he thought was himself. He has somewhat of low self esteem tbh which is why he’ll go back to a woman who treated him unfairly. That’s why he comes off the way he does in the first chapter and why Y/N thinks he has a big ego... he’s overcompensating. He finds it so endlessly fascinating that Y/N, in all her confident glory, was actually once super insecure. He admires her all the more once she opens up about her past.

“Oh, Rosa is an intern for our hometown’s newspaper but between you and me those assholes don’t even let her write. She does coffee and burger runs for men in charge. And Lia sells ice cream at the mall.”

“What about your brother?” Jungkook asked.

“He’s training to be a cop just like my dad.”

“And your mom?”

“She works at a convenience store.”

All their careers resemble people in the latest Stranger Things season (Nancy, Steve, Hopper, and Joyce). Fun Cameo there.

“What’s wrong?” You wondered, following his eyes.

“October 16th, 1985. 6:48PM.”

“Yes. That’s today’s date and time. What about it?” You pressed, growing confused.

“Remember it.” He warned.

“Why?”

“It’s when I fell in love with you.”

This iconic line I actually got from the real Jeon Jungkook himself. While Jungkook wasn’t actually in love with Y/N here, it certainly was a cute way for him to express his admiration for her.

OH HERE’S A FUN FACT: the hickey scene at the end of this chapter where JK and Y/N kiss for the first time was actually supposed to be Yara giving Y/N the hickey like the best friend she is. Ultimately I went with JK giving it for... smut purposes... ≖‿≖

CHAPTER FOUR – THE HALLOWEEN PARTY

The decision for Y/N to be Freddie Krueger came from me planning to be him for Halloween. And I was! JK as Glen Lantz just followed naturally. I’ve seen some great edits of him as the character. Truly chef’s kiss.

I really liked that Jungkook came over to the girl’s dorm to get ready. I didn’t want a scene where Y/N was thrown into a situation she was uncomfortable with which is how much Nerd At A Party Scene go so made sure Jungkook stayed by her side throughout the part, going out of his way to introducing her to the people he cared about.

Tae’s character came in when I realized I needed a way to actually put Y/N’s event in motion. He was the missing link and BOY did you guys eat his character right up huh. Love that for me.

Another thing, the confrontation with Kiri was so hard to write guys, I reeaaaally struggle with girl conflict. GIRLS SHOULD SUPPORT GIRLS. However, not everyone gets along in real life so I went with Kiri being more along the lines of petty rather than outwardly a cunt to Y/N. Realistically, Kiri is popular and well liked among the greek life so being unkind to someone she hardly knows wouldn’t make sense. There’s definitely tension between these two but I tried my best to steer away from the typical cat fight/revenge porn/public humiliation trope most movies seem to follow.

CHAPTER FIVE – THE FIRST TIME

Introduction to Erik!!!! It was really important to me that Y/N had a life before Jungkook. That's why I wrote in Y/N having a fiancé. She’s not opposed to love, she just has reshifted her focus. She knows what she wants and is choosing to focus on that, which why when she realizes she’s falling for Kookie she’s so hesitant to admit it because she’s fallen down that road before. Even though Jungkook treats her with respect and acknowledges the parts of her she’s most proud of, she just isn’t willing to possibly give up her passions for love. Which is why she doesn’t immediately confess to him, even once she’s sure she loves him.

“I’m serious, nerd. You’re like… um… the sun!” Jungkook marveled, eyes growing full as the realization dawned on him.

“The sun?” You laughed.

“Yeah, like… you’re this bright, beautiful thing that seems like it’s here in front of me but is really light-years away.”

Jungkook was drunk, and although you were sure he was making more sense in his head, you couldn’t help but feel your face grow hot, unsure of how to react to his drunk analogy.

“You’re the sun, Y/N. You make the world turn for you. Never orbit for anyone else.”

And suddenly, you were kissing him, for no other reason other than you wanted to and that it felt like the right thing to do.

No real commentary here. Just love this bit. It’s probably my favorite interaction between them two ‧⁺◟( ᵒ̴̶̷̥́ ·̫ ᵒ̴̶̷̣̥̀ )

“Also… She’s, uh, currently dating Eunwoo.” You told Yara.

Your best friend blinked, silence falling over her.

“Yara?”

“Good for her.” She perked up almost forcibly. “Let her put up with his annoying ass.”

Yara could see the way your expression had turned dubious as if you didn’t believe her nonchalant act.

Yara turned up her nose defensively, “What?”

Ugh yes, some character development from Yara.... the flavor ! Yara (much like Y/N and JK) also struggles with love. She has a real fear of commitment and if far more comfortable with casual sex than relationships. She did develop actual feelings for Eunwoo, she just wasn’t ready for that kind of commitment so she cut him off. Fleed the scene if you will. Typical gemini smh my head.

"I don’t think the contract mentioned orgasms.” Jungkook smirked as you released his thumb.

“I say we let it slide.” You shrugged, leaning into him casually.

“You think?”

“Totally. Think of it as… a bonding activity.” You joked, resting your chin on his shoulder, peering up through your lashes.

“Damn, we’re really committed to this fake dating thing, huh.”

You laughed in the way that you hated, but Jungkook loved; it was loud and abrupt, but it genuine, and it was you.

“What can I say, I’m a method actor.” You sighed dramatically, causing Jungkook to grin before pressing a kiss to your nose, simply because he liked the way it always seemed to make you smile.

GOD THEY’RE SO WHIPPED FOR EACH OTHER ITS DISGUSTING!!!!!! I’m really happy I decided not to make sleeping together a big deal and I got a lot of feedback from you guys agreeing! I had a lot of fun with these two’s sex scenes knowing they could do it whenever they wanted.

CHAPTER SIX – THE STEM EVENT

I started the scene with smut BUT I wanted to point out that much of their time spent together is at Y/N dorm, Jungkook either napping, hanging out or doing work as Y/N would study like she always did. I liked the idea that Jungkook would get bored and would want attention from Y/N because she was so focused. Idk, I just wanted to write a love story about two people spending time together and figuring out how they fit in each other’s lives as opposed to some dramatic I mEeT HiM aNd mY LiFe bEcAmE cRaZy. There’s nothing wrong with that plot line, I just didn’t want that for these two dorks. I wanted Y/N to interact with JK’s scene and crowd but not give up her own which is why most days JK and her just lounged around in her dorm studying.

Also, I don’t know how the teacher/student roleplay made it into the smut, it just did, no further questions (ʃ⌣́_⌣́ƪ).

Then the event scene.

“You’re whipped, dude! Seriously.”

Jungkook felt his face go red, “Shut up, no, I’m not.”

“Hey, I’m not judging. I get it. That’s your girl.” Taehyung shrugged. Jungkook placed a hand on the fold up table in front of him, staring down at the information pamphlet you had worked so hard on.

“She’s just… so fucking driven and passionate about everything she does. Sometimes I look at her, and I’m just like… holy shit, what am I doing with a girl like her? I feel like she’s totally out of my league and being with me is holding her back but— I dunno, man. I just… really like her.” Jungkook revealed, voice growing small.

An unexpected wave of tenderness fell over the two boys, Taehyung throwing an arm over his little brother’s shoulder.

“I’m happy for you, bro.”

Jungkook didn’t know it just yet but dude was talking from the heart and, is in fact, totally whipped :’c

I loved the confrontation scene between the boys and Eunwoo because the boys standing up for Yara really did make everyone feel like a friend group, not just some character who happen to exist at the same time. It wasn’t just Y/N and Yara and one side and the boys on the other. They would all become friends, which is ideal to me. A boyfriend who likes your best friend and considers her a friend so you can all hang out??? Yes please.

Initially, irl Yara and I had noooo clue if Yara would end up with Eunwoo or not. That was actually the original goal actually. But after this chapter four, you guys made it ABUNDANTLY clear that you guys wanted to see Taeyara, despite the two never even meeting! Honestly, it wasn’t until this chapter was written that we decided for sure that Eunwoo was out of the picture for Yara. Part of me really wanted to keep Yara single, but irl Yara insisted on dick and frankly, she’s right. Bitchin’ Yara deserved a shot at love. She definitely has her own story outside of Bitchin’ and will experience a lot of growth in the future.

“God, I know. I do not miss that temper of his.” She chuckled, her words piquing your interest.

“Temper?”

“Oh, yeah. Have you seriously not experienced it yet? He’s got some gnarly anger issues. Not to mention all the lying…” Kiri paused suddenly, straightening up as she flashed you an apologetic look. “Yikes, I’m sorry. I totally should not be telling you this. I’m not trying to be that gross girl that shit talks her ex to his current girlfriend.”

Miss Kiri, Miss Kiri. She really acted up this chapter didn’t she. There was a lot of discussion about whether or not those things she said about Jungkook were true. Which was exactly what I wanted hehe. We come to find out that Kiri had definitely stretched the truth. She really is good at manipulation and understanding how people think and it’s why she is in the role that she is in. Messy queen.

CHAPTER SEVEN – THE ROOFTOP DATE

This entire chapter was inspired by High School Musical with Troy and Gabriella’s rooftop garden scenes. This was my shortest chapter and honestly, probably not my strongest. I definitely went into writing this with zero concept of what I actually wanted to happen. Usually when I write my chapters I have a 4k long outline of it beforehand that I go off of. Not this one though. I really just winged it and I tried my best to write a chapter that really showed off (dialogue wise) just how this couple bounces off each other. I do really like some of the banter they have in this chapter.

You had taken note a little wooden popsicle stick poking up from the soil of the yellow flowers. Acacias, they were marked. Pulling your knees up to your chest, you considered his words.

Yellow acacias stands the value of true friendship and can indicate a secret love! I thought that was very appropriate given these dummies' relationship.

“So, you probably know why I brought you here.”

You nodded.

“You’re proposing, right?”

“Yeah, I– oh, shut up.” He laughed, the serious mood shattering as you joined him.

Even though I knew they were going to have a semi serious talk, what with Y/N asking about what Kiri had told her, these two dufuses realistically are just too comfortable with each other to stay serious for too long.

“Hey, I said that out of frustration, I didn’t really mean it. I’m sure she’ll come crawling back soon.” You attempted to comfort him, hoping to sound sincere.

“Even if that’s true, I’m not entirely sure I want that anymore.”

“What?” You blinked. Jungkook shrugged.

“What about us?” He met your eyes, causing your breath to hitch.

“What about us?”

Jungkook stared at you for a moment, noting the way the timber in your voice had become higher pitched as if panicked.

MORE FUN FACTS LMFAO: I typically do this thing with unplanned chapters where I just go for it and write and usually it works out. But when I wrote this down I remember stopping and being like ??? WHY DID I JUST WRITE THAT ??? I don’t like deleting my writing so I had a serious think to myself about whether this was going to be the moment Jungkook confessed or not.

Canonly, I decided that Jungkook did in fact mean ‘us’ in a romantic sense, but because of the way you perceivably panicked at that possible meaning, he decided against taking the conversation in that direction, instead speaking about ‘us’ in a platonic sense. Poor kookie :(

“Stop. Listen to me, Jungkook, you’re a fucking great guy, okay? You’re charismatic and funny and care about your friends… sure, you almost ruined my event, but it was mostly to defend my best friend when Eunwoo got too pushy, right? You’re a good guy, meathead. I know I joke about your ego, but I really believe you’re capable of more than you think you are. Seriously, Kiri is so lucky to be the object of your affection.”

Jungkook watched the way the sun’s orange light kissed your face, a bittersweet feeling growing in his chest as he contemplated the object of his affection. Just a couple of months ago, he would have had no doubt about who held his heart, but as you held his stare, he found himself unsure and yet, entirely sure all the same.

“Jungkook? You okay?” You frowned, catching in the sadness in his eyes.

“Hm? Yeah, yeah. I just… realized something.”

“Oh? What’s that?”

“…It doesn’t matter.” He smiled, the gesture hardly reaching his eyes.

It’s in this moment that Jungkook decides that there is no way you hold the same affection towards him that he does to you. He mistakes your words of comfort as you pushing him away. You are so kind and encouraging and Jungkook loves you so much that hearing you insist about him ending back up with Kiri hurts him so bad.

But you are still unsure about your feelings and genuinely believe that's still what Jungkook wants. You’re just being a supportive friend!! :( It isn’t until the end of this chapter when Y/N has her talk with Yara that she realizes, oh man, she’s in deep.

CHAPTER EIGHT – THE MISTAKE

BLAH. This chapter is so BLAH, you know? Having to write this chapter was SO HARD. I texted irl Yara complaining about how much I hated having to put my characters through this and that I wanted to just end the story on chapter 7 and keep them happy forever. BUT ALAS! I had planned for this to happen from the start.

You tasted like the mint of your favorite brand of toothpaste. He imagined if he had caught you any later then the mint would have been accompanied by the taste of coffee, knowing the way you rarely started a day without a cup.

God, he had missed the taste of you.

What you guys didn’t see is Jungkook spending the night with Kiri, and immediately kicking her out, freaking out as the weight of guilt washed over him. He knew he had done nothing wrong, that you weren’t his real girlfriend, and that getting back together with Kiri was exactly what he had signed up for. It was what he should’ve wanted. But it wasn't… because you were what he wanted. And that was exactly what he was going to tell you as he marched over to your apartment.

But he panicked. His mind already decided that your answer to him would be no– that you didn’t feel the same. So he kissed you. He had you in the only way he was allowed to. He was selfish and impulsive and so incredibly scared that he ended up hurting the person he loved the most.

Initially though, I had Jungkook get back together with Kiri, not that he slept with her right before sleeping with Y/N. But I decided TEEHEE let me just make everything erupt into flames. However, I didn’t realize just how angry with Jungkook you guys would get. I remember thinking DAMMIT WAS THAT TOO SCANDALOUS?? I knew I was going to have to work hard for Jungkook to redeem himself to my readers.

“She wants to get back together.” Jungkook swallowed dryly, eyes wavering between yours as if to gauge your reaction.

“…Oh.”

You shook your head.

“I mean, wow! That’s… That’s great!” You smiled, something tearing apart inside you as the words left your lips.

“Y/N–”

“Seriously! This means it worked, right? This is exactly what you wanted to happen.” You enthused, turning your head so that he couldn’t see the way your eyes had welled up.

Jungkook’s heart was pounding in his ears, fighting the urge to wrap his arms around you.

“Yeah… yeah, no, you’re right. We did it.” He replied monotonously.

GOD THIS PART IS SO UNBELIEVABLY FRUSTRATING! JUST ADMIT YOU LOVE EACH OTHER YOU MORONS! This entire situation is so convoluted because there's so much information missing and not being expressed, I seriously want to ring my own neck rereading this bit.

“Are you mad?” He called out cautiously, a heavy feeling falling onto his chest.

“Why would I be mad?” You quipped back sharply, causing Jungkook to flinch. He shifted in his seat uncomfortably.

“I just thought… I mean we’ve been fooling around a lot lately, so I didn’t know if—”

“If what? I had feelings for you?” You scoffed. “Please, as if I’d ever fall for you.”

And there it was— everything Jungkook already knew but had been so afraid to hear. Of course, you didn’t feel for him what he felt for you. How could he have expected anything different?

IDIOTS!!! THEY'RE BOTH IDIOTS!!! I don't know how y'all put up with this for so long. Forgive me.

CHAPTER NINE – THE BREAK

Okay I actually love this chapter. And for many reasons. Let me break down the three scenes for you guys.

Scene one: Kiri confrontation

Kiri is definitely an opposing antagonist. She is constantly working against Y/N because of their interests directly conflicting. BUT. I would argue that the biggest antagonist to this story is the inner ones – Y/N and Jungkook's lack of ability to admit their feelings constantly holding them both back from their happy ending. That being said, a confrontation scene between Y/N and Kiri was MUCH needed. While I suppose I can understand why Kiri doesn't like Y/N, that doesn't change the fact that she has been disrespectful and catty. So miss Y/N had to put Miss Kiri in her place (•̀ᴗ•́)

Scene two: Yara and Tae at the library

Fanservice. That is all. LMFAOOO y'all reallllyyy wanted it to happen and who am I to deny my people what they want. It was really fun getting to explore my side characters and develop them through interactions outside the two main characters. IRL Yara also mentioned giving bitchin’ Yara and Tae their own chapter as a joke and I was like LOL BET. I fully was going to but then I got the idea for the next scene and was like ahh ok maybe not the whole chapter.

Scene three: Meeting with Erik

So. This was a SUPER last minute decision. Like, it wasn’t until I was writing this chapter that I planned on Erik making an appearance. I saw a tweet with someone saying their bitchin theories and they mentioned Erik appearing out of nowhere and I was like,,, HOLD ON!!!! That could be kind of spicy ≖‿≖

I knew for a fact JK was NOT going to be forgiven in this chapter; I needed a way to lay the situation out between the two dorks without trying to seem like I was trying to sway my audience in a way that didn't make sense to the story. Y/N was rightfully angry. But she wasn't only angry about the timing of the sex. She was angry that Jungkook went back to Kiri at all and there was no way she was going to admit that. So who better to lay it all out than calculated, unbiased third party Erik. He deserved some character development after all.

I also liked the idea that Y/N had, in theory, “romantic options.” Losing Jungkook didn’t mean the end of her life. Having my female lead stand on her own was very important to me.

CHAPTER TEN – THE END

RIGHT OF THE BAT I needed Jungkook to suffer. So that whole scene where he tries to interact with his old group only for his presence to make everything awkward MMMM yes, sweet revenge on my part.

You were surprised. His hair was no longer shaggy and long like you remembered it. Instead, it had been freshly cut, looking healthy and neatly styled for the first time since you met Jungkook.

THE WAY SO MANY PEOPLE COMMENTED ON THIS LINE “but Y/N liked it long?!?” IS SO FUNNNYyyyy. So let me clarify a thing. Jungkook had always wanted to cut his hair right. The only reason he didn’t was because Y/N told him not to. With Y/N no longer in the picture to convince him out of it, he cut his hair. That’s really all there is to it skfjsjf.

You know, I had written this part around the time I had just finished up the third ch believe it or not. And it was COMPLETELY different. I had it planned that Yara and Y/N ignored him throughout class and Yara had gone back after the bell rang to go verbally assault JK. And as the two hashed it out, only then was that when Jungkook would realize that he liked Y/N after Yara literally spelled it out for him.

“You like her, dumbass!” Was what I had written Yara saying. I really had written him in denial for ten chapters, I was a whole sociopath (╥﹏╥). But ultimately, I decided that Jungkook came to that conclusion on his own and the decision to apologize to Y/N would have been made over winter break.

“You said Kiri came over asking for you back, yet you still came over and slept with me the next day. Even though the two of you had sex the night before. Do you understand how that makes me feel?”

“I’m—”

“Like garbage!" You emphasized, the white paint of the door somehow irritating you further. "I felt like I was something you threw away and picked back up whenever you felt like getting your dick wet.”

Your chest was rising and falling rapidly, and you tried your hardest to not let your emotions get the best of you.

“Not to mention to everyone else, it looks like you cheated on me. Which makes me look like a fucking idiot." You scoffed.

Jungkook said nothing in reply, which somehow made it easier to say all you should have said that day in your room.

“It just sucks to realize that someone you once cared about sees you as nothing more than a toy. It fucking sucks.”

Man :( writing this hurt my heart. I really, really, love bitchin!y/n and writing her hurting freaking stinks. But she had to speak her mind. She deserves the chance to get everything off her chest with the way Jungkook hurt her.

Your heart and mind were in constant paradox, torn between wanting him back and wanting him to know just how much he had hurt you. Your mind ultimately won the battle, of course, but as Jungkook stood just a few inches of drywood apart pouring his heart out, it was hard to say which major organ was responsible for your next words.

The creak of the door being pushed open sent Jungkook's eyes wide, revealing your hesitant form. You had your arms crossed over your chest as if to guard the contents inside of it.

You looked like an angel underneath the bathroom's blue fluorescent lights, beautiful and lovely, a stark contrast from your next crushing sentence.

“I slept with Erik.”

Hehe. Ofc my girl Y/N had to have a rebound!!! She knows that life goes on. However, as I wrote in, she definitely regretted it. It was kind of the same situation that Jungkook was in where he pursued something just because it was familiar and a distraction and not because he really wanted it. Both Y/N and Jungkook are flawed characters but that’s okay! If anything, Y/N’s mistake of sleeping with Erik is what allows her to forgive Jungkook. Knowing first hand how complicated their entire relationship really was.

“I don’t need you… but I don’t think I want a life without you.” You finished shyly.

Your eyes were locked with his when suddenly a small noise escaped him, eyes pulling away from yours as his head moved to attempt to hide the way his eyes had grown wet.

I got this line from one of my best friends after her ex broke up with her. It made me physically sad and really sympathize with her so I quickly wrote it down into my notes app to save for later LMAOOOO. Knowing that you are your own person and life will inevitably go on after losing someone, but that your heart still wants and is pleading for the one person you can’t have. SO SAD. I’m happy I got to use this line in one of my fics.

The note Jungkook wrote Y/N,,, imagine him not being able to sleep one night over winter break so he just writes down everything he should have told Y/N while he still had the chance…. I’ll for real cry dude, he’s so cute. Also, the line about him buying you fluffy Halloween socks for Christmas went over people’s heads I think but HECK I THOUGHT THAT WAS SO FUNNY AND SWEET (because Y/N bought Christmas socks when it was Halloween teehee).

"Are you two dorks done crying?" Yara’s voice rang out suddenly, causing both of you to jump apart.

"Yara, you creep! Privacy, dude! Ever try knocking?" You sniffed, wiping at your face hurriedly.

"What? Like you were peeing with Jungkook in the bathroom? Please." She waved you off, walking back into the living room to give you two some privacy. She did say Jungkook had 15 minutes before she’d have to come back in after all. "Anyway, Tae will be over in 10 minutes for the Saved By The Bell marathon that’s on so you guys are more than welcomed to join." She called out from her newly seated position on the couch.

I included this scene with Yara because things were getting too serious for my liking ngl. Plus the idea that the four of them would all come together at the end for a much needed reunion made my happy bitchin heart soar.

Jungkook let out a laugh, his palm finding your cheek, eyes locked on your lips. You were preening for his kiss, mouth parting slightly as you anticipated it.

“Partners?”

The question took you by surprise, eyes widening at your not so pretend lover.

Idiot.

“Partners.” You smiled softly, eyes shiny and brimming with tears as he kissed you for what must have been the millionth time, but still somehow felt like the first.

UGH I LOVE THEM I REALLY DO. I was so happy with how this final scene came out :( They’re partners, they really are I miss these boneheads.

AND NOW, I PRESENT THE CANON FUTURE OF THE BITCHIN UNIVERSE...

10 YEARS LATER

Let’s be honest, Jungkook popped the question the day of graduation, he can’t imagine a life in which you wouldn’t be beside him

You said yes (shocker)

Cue Jungkook being the most wonderful partner and respecting your wish to finish your residency program before having the wedding

You absolutely kick ass at being a neonatal surgeon

Also, Jungkook started a film company! It’s small but he loves what he does and works with colleges and helps out the film majors with resources and equipment <3

SO IT'S THE DAY OF YOUR WEDDING RIGHT

Yara and your sisters are helping you get ready, with your best friend as the ever so reassuring maid of honor

And by that I mean you’re as calm as a cucumber and Yara is one wrong move away from having a stroke

“Y/N… Don’t freak out....The catering company put in two orders of shrimp instead of chicken and steak.”

“Yara, it’s okay.”

“NO ITS NOT???? THIS IS YOUR WEDDING DAY AND YOU’RE GETTING CRUSTACEANS.”

Y/N making Yara take a seat and practice some breathing exercises so she doesn’t upset the baby

Oh yeah, Yara is 10 weeks pregnant

Taehyung is the dad lol

Yara and Taehyung have been together ever since that day at the library hehe <3

They moved in together and adopted a cat and everything (sweet boy Tae wanted a dog but Yara’s afraid of dogs and Tae would do anything for that woman so Yeontan the cat it is)

Yara refuses to put a label on their relationship even after all this time, and Tae doesn’t ask for one. They’re happy and dedicated to each other and don’t feel the need to put pressure on something that’s already so perfect

Yara is actually violently in love with Tae but still scoffs when Y/N tries to bring it up

“Oh my god, you’re so in love with him”

“Huh??? you must be sick or something. Get well soon, damn :/”

Yara likes to come up with different labels for Taehyung every time she has to introduce him. Among her favorites are roommate, rent sharer, baby daddy and penis lender

Speaking of Taehyung, he’d have a hand on Jungkook’s shoulder as he tries to calm down the panicking groom to be

“JK, breathe.”

“What if she doesn’t show up? What if she doesn’t want to marry me? What if I pressured her into this and— and I’ve freaked her out and now she hates me?”

“Dude, you guys have been engaged for eight years. She’s had her opportunity to run. She’ll show up.”

Taehyung scruffing up the younger man’s hair reassuringly, which only flusters him more because DAMMIT he wants to look perfect for you and now his hair is messed up >:(

(You like him no matter what his hair looks like though)

Jungkook literally swallowing down a sob as you walk down the aisle and he lays his eyes on you for the first time

You having a dumb smile on your face the entire walk over because your husband to be is crying and you haven’t even exchanged vows yet

The entire audience going all sobby when you finally do exchange vows because they’re so beautiful and real

The ten years together has not been easy— from financial struggles as you tried to support yourself through med school, to personal conflicts when Jungkook wanted to start a family already

But you guys figured it out

You always do

He’s your person. And you are his.

Y/N’s sisters Rosa and Lia are a WRECK— even your dad is tearing up

Your family loves Jungkook and have been counting down the days until you guys married, let’s be honest

“You may now kiss the bride.”

Jungkook punching the air with a “FINALLY!” before kissing the hell out of you

The cutting of the cake inevitably turning into a food fight

The shrimp entrees turning out to be pretty damn good

Yara catching the bouquet and wagging her brows at Taehyung suggestively

Jungkook pulling you aside to take photos of you outside the venue because you look so so pretty and he loves the way you smile when he’s the one behind the camera

The party is in full session, your siblings tearing up the dance floor like the extroverts they are

You and Jungkook are sat at the head of the room, hands intertwined underneath the table as you watch a tired and painfully sober Yara swing her bare feet onto Taehyung’s lap, requesting a foot rub

Watching your pregnant best friend and her lover together, you turned towards your own, smile impossibly wide

“What?”

“Let’s have a baby.” You’d grin, so stupid happy

Jungkook’s eyes going round and immediately jumping up from his seat because god that’s all he’s ever wanted

Being tugged out the room by a giddy Jungkook, one of your heels flinging off somewhere behind you.

“What’s happening? Where are we going?!”

The two of you find yourself in a storage room somewhere on the hotel floor

“Jeon Jungkook, what the hell—“

His mouth find yourself, kissing you in a way that couldn’t at the altar

You kissed him back without questions, arms wrapping around the man you now called your husband

“I love you.” He’d sigh into your neck, his hot breath causing you to shiver

“I love you too.”

“Let’s make a baby.”

“Yeah let’s— wait, right here? Right now?!”

Jungkook merely nodding as his mouth found the exposed skin of your chest

“Meathead, we can’t just ditch our wedding to have sex!”

“Why not? We did our marital duties. Now it’s our guests' job to get embarrassingly drunk and make a fool of themselves on the dance floor. No one will even miss us.”

“Isn’t baby making what our honeymoon is for?”

“Screw that. I’ve done my waiting. Let’s start our family, nerd.”

Jungkook kissing your protests silent before you inevitably give in and let him take you right there and then, your wedding dress hung around your hips

Husband and wife coming together with shaky breaths and hushed moans as they promise the rest of their lives to each other, making every argument, struggle or moment of uncertainty leading up to now totally worth it

Walk of shame back into the party with nervous hair fixing from you and a proud grin from Jungkook

Yara figuring out exactly why you two had sneaked off to, flashing the newly weds a knowing smirk

The night of your wedding, Jungkook surprises you with a present

You unwrap it in confusion, only to see that it’s a glass frame and inside of it is the wrinkled and worn out lined paper the two of you had scribbled on many many years ago

Jungkook hangs up the contract right above your bed as per your request, smiling as he does and jumping on him the moment he puts down the hammer bc dammit it you’re too heckin excited to make love with your sentimental loser of a husband

And yes, by the next month, you are pregnant and incredibly happy

And of course, your daughter and Yara’s son grow up to be best friends, not a family holiday passing by where they aren’t told the story of the totally bitchin’ way both set of their parents got together

#beyond the story #bts smut #Jungkook smut #bts jungkook #bts #bts imagines #bts preferences #Jungkook x reader #jeon jungkook

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hxlyhead-harpies · 3 years

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Champagne Problems (N.L.)

Evermore

Summary: Neville proposes to the reader but they aren’t ready

Pairing: Neville Longbottom x Reader

Based on: Champagne Problems by Taylor Swift

Word Count: 1.1k

Warnings: Mentions of alcohol and PTSD

A/n: hello this breaks my heart. I tagged a few people who expressed interest

You stood alone on the landing, listening to the murmur of the party downstairs. The Hogwarts teacher’s annual start of term party was held in Professor McGonagall’s home, where she lived during the summer and the holidays. Neville had been offered a position on the staff, a job he had coveted for years, so he had brought you along of course. After dating since the end of school, it was only natural that you attended. Though you hated crowds and you wished that he had gone alone.

Large crowds and loud noises always reminded you of the battle, a night that had left you broken beyond repair. You could no longer watch fireworks or shop in busy stores, your life becoming a series of avoiding triggers. Neville tried his best to understand. He could to some extent- he had come out of the war with his own set of issues- but he could never seem to grasp just how truly shattered you were. You worried how it affected him when you were reminded of that horrible night. He would try to calm you down but you’d just snap at him and yell; Neville would try his best to pick up your broken pieces but your sharp edges would do nothing but pierce his skin. You knew you weren’t good for him, but some selfish part of you couldn’t bear to leave him.

The party had gotten a bit too boisterous for you as Professor Flitwick had consumed too much champagne and was now showing off every charm he knew. The flashes of light and the booming had made your breath shorten and your chest constrict, so you had stolen away to the second-floor landing. You sat alone on the stairs as a classical muggle song began to play, swirling your champagne around in your glass.

You heard footsteps and you looked up quickly, not wanting to explain yourself to a stranger. Instead, you were met with the warm eyes of your boyfriend and relief flooded through your veins.

“There you are,” he muttered softly as he moved to stand in front of you, his hands shoved in the pockets of his new dress pants. You smiled weakly at him and shrugged. Neville held out a hand, his eyebrow raised and his eyes sparkling.

“Dance with me?” he asked. You rolled your eyes playfully and gave him an exasperated smile. He was trying to cheer you up, most likely understanding why you had hidden away. You placed your drink down on the step before standing up and taking his hand. He placed a hand on your waist and you tangled your fingers with his, resting your head on his shoulder. The two of you drifted slowly to the music, ignoring the noise from downstairs. You felt your body begin to relax as you melted into his touch. Neville suddenly took a deep breath.

“I love you, (Y/n),” he said softly into your hair before pressing a kiss to your temple. The corners of your lips quirked up into a small smile.

“I love you too, Nev,” you replied. Neville pulled back a bit, searching your face with an odd expression in his eyes. You saw him reach for his pocket and move to kneel and your face went slack. You dropped his hand, letting yours fall limply to your side.

“Neville…” you said softly, your voice panicked.

“(Y/n), I love you more than words can express,” he began, a prepared speech running through his mind. You cut him off by reaching for his hand to stop it from reaching into his pocket. You felt tears well in your eyes and panic swell in your chest.

“Neville, please,” you whispered, “ Don’t.” Neville faltered, his face falling slightly.

“What?” he whispered back, clearly not understanding your response. You looked away and bit the heel of your hand, attempting to hold back tears.

“I can’t. I can’t marry you,” you said after a moment, finally gathering your words. Neville stood up straight and let out a breathy laugh.

“Of course you can, we love each other,” he said, running a desperate hand through his hair.

“I do love you Neville but I can’t. I can’t do that to you,” you responded, your voice thick. Neville scoffed.

“Do what to me? Love me? Make me happy? Spend the rest of your life with me?” he asked, his whispers becoming harsher. You shook your head.

“You won’t be happy with me,” you pleaded, “I’m too broken and you can’t fix me.” With every word you spoke Neville shook his head and looked away, his jaw tense and his fists clenched.

“You’re not too broken to be loved. I love you and that should be enough,” he said, refusing to meet your eyes. You let out a shaky breath and crossed your arms over your body.

“Nev, someday you’ll find someone who isn’t ruined and they’ll give you what you deserve. I can’t do that, but someone else can,” you said, staring at the cracks in the floorboards. Neville took a step forward suddenly, reaching for you but stopping himself. He stood close, his forehead almost touching your own.

“I don’t want anyone else, I want you,” he said softly. You blinked back tears and avoided his gaze, wringing your hands together.

“Soon, this won’t hurt anymore and you’ll have a new person, a new me, and you’ll realize that I was never good enough for you to begin with,” you answered before stepping back. You grabbed your champagne and downed it before heading towards the stairs, desperate to escape the party and Neville’s heartbreak. Before you could reach the bottom of the flight Neville spoke again, causing you to pause.

“It’s my mom’s ring,” he said so softly you could hardly hear it. You turned around to see him holding the ring in his fingertips, staring down at the stone. “I went to visit them, my parents, and I told them about you. Something about you or the way I talked about you pulled her out of her own madness for a moment. I saw it in her eyes, she was herself for just a second. Just long enough to pull the ring off her finger and put it in my hands,” he said, not daring to look at you. You searched your mind for something to say, for words that could somehow make this situation okay. But your mind came up empty.

“I’m so sorry Nev,” you finally settled upon before dashing out of the party, leaving Neville standing crestfallen on the landing with his mother’s ring in his hand.

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angsty-nerd · 3 years

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Max + Identity in Season 2

In the pilot, when Max self-identifies who he is to Liz, he tells her, "I'm a son, I'm a brother, I'm a cop...I'm just a guy from Roswell." All of those pieces of his self identity are systematically destroyed in Season 2, to the point where in the season finale he's grasping onto the last thing he feels like might be real about himself -- his role as the savior. A role that he scoffed at before his death, that he didn't really seem to believe, until all of the things he did believe about himself were gone. And then he loses that too, upon the discovery that he's not the only one, that he lacks any form of individuality. That Jones is just like him.

We get our first hint that this is coming in 2x05 when Rosa and Isobel get a glimpse inside Max's mindscape. They are literally traveling through the dying remnants of Max's mind, watching as these pieces of him are slowly fading away. There are three key visual clues in these scenes that give us insight into how he sees himself.

Most obviously, in his mindscape he is fully dressed in his Sheriff's Department uniform. This is the self-identity that he projects to the outside world in Season 1. There are many good metas out there about the layers behind that. How he takes his hat off when he's not on the job because he doesn't feel he deserves it. But all in all, his internal self image is the deputy that the public sees. I’ll add a link below to one where Mo and I were discussing this.

He is surrounded by Liz. And slowly losing her. This could be (and is) a meta all on its own about his psyche in general. He said it himself in 1x03 when he told her that he loves her. "That's what everything is about for me!" And this is the visual embodiment of it. His internal identity completely encompassed and consumed by his memories of Liz and all the things that represent her for him. And yes, their slow degredation are a literal representation. Of his memories of her slowly disappearing, but I also definitely would argue that it's exposing his deepest fear as well - that she'll leave him again.

And of course, he is chained to the floor. We are still, at this point in the season, just getting a glimpse at the layers of trauma hidden within his subconscious, but this is a direct look inside of him and his trauma is right there staring him in the face. These are hidden scars that he hasn't even begun yet to discover, but slowly begin to reveal themselves throughout Season 2b. And I expect will be prevalent in Season 3 as well.

The progression of Max's identity crisis started from the moment he woke up, with a portion of his self literally erased through the loss of his memories of Liz. A lot was made of the sweetness of him telling her at the end of the episode "I am not whole without you." But in a sense that statement could have been almost a thesis for his character arc in Season 2. He spends the entire season not whole, losing little pieces of himself one by one until he's not sure who he is at the end of 2x13.

Once his memory returned in 2x06, it briefly seemed like Max was back to normal, but that quickly got undercut in the opening scene of the next episode when it was first hinted at that he shouldn't be using his powers anymore. In 2x07 it was suggested that Liz was just being overly cautious, but her fears were proved to be accurate in 2x08 when Max does use his powers and immediately suffers chest pain. Its a physical reaction to his powers that's further emphasized in 2x12 when he almost dies trying to kill Flint. Nothing was explicitly stated, but I still speculate he had a full on heart attack in that moment, or that the pacemaker briefly failed, given how hard it was to resuscitate him. But without his powers, he's not complete as an alien anymore.

In 2x09 he loses what he thought he understood about his own origin story. Sheriff Valenti's version of the incident in the group home not only undercut certain facts about himself that he always had believed to be true - that he was the solid, stable one. That he was the strong one. Suddenly he's being told that he's the traumatized one, that he's the one with the behavioral pattern of being a loose cannon.

He loses his job. Okay, officially he quit in 2x07 to search for Jenna, but let's be honest here...if he hadn't quit, then he certainly would have lost his job when Sheriff Valenti arrested him in 2x09. We saw in his mindscape and heard from his lips in the pilot how strongly he identifies as a cop. But now that uniform, and that identity, have literally been stripped away from him...and replaced with a new uniform, sexy Wild Pony bartender man!

So, we have him stripped of his identity as an alien with powers, stripped of his identity as a cop. And in 2x10 he gets stripped of his identity within his family, when he learns that he and Isobel are not related. All of those self-identified aspects of himself have disintegrated, and he's left floundering to figure out who he is without those things. Which is why he begins to throw himself into trying to regain his memories, potentially even at the expense of his health through the use of the serum. Because he is so desperate to find a truth about himself to hold on to.

But that journey is also doomed to undercut him. One of my favorite musical moments of Season 2 is the second time he experiences a memory flash triggered by his own reflection, at the end of 2x10, with the cover of Bullet With Butterfly Wings playing over the scene. @echoapothecary did a great set on this scene right after the episode aired... link below.

Despite all my rage I am still just a rat in a cage

Someone will say what is lost can never be saved

Despite all my rage I am still just a rat in a cage

Tell me I'm the only one

Tell me there's no other one

Jesus was the only son, yeah

Tell me I’m the chosen one

I think in the moment we were supposed to take the visual flash at face value and assume that this was about Max's trauma from being imprisoned as a child, but on rewatch (and frankly, listening to the song over and over and over…) I really think the choice was more about identity, and foreshadowing the reveal of Jones as a mirror, clone, relative, something….to Max?

While in the middle of the S2 experience, one of my favorite gif sets that @maxortecho made for me was this idea of Max, and people constantly cutting him down, while Liz loved him regardless of those things (linked below). At the time I was really focusing on him and his reaction to being constantly told he was a let down. Add to that the appearance of Diego in 2x10, and Max isn’t even trying to hide his low self esteem and feelings of insecurity anymore. But take those constant undercuts and add to it the tidal wave of an identity crisis as all of the things you believe to be true about yourself fall apart, and we're left with the Max we see in the last couple episodes of Season 2. A man on a mission, manic and desperate to figure out who he is now, exacerbated by the fact that he's literally on drugs (the serum).

Only then, in his desperate, manic state, does he find himself willing to believe the implausible (to him) reveal at the end of Season 1 that he might be the Savior. Because it's the last thing that makes him unique, that makes him feel like he has a role, a purpose…until he loses that too at the end of the episode when they release Jones, a literal copy of himself, from his prison.

All of these gifs were gratefully borrowed from @maxortecho, with two exceptions. Wild Pony Max 🔥 is @rosaortecho’s work, and Howdy 🧔🏻 is (I think) @darlingnotso’s. (Please correct me if I’m wrong).

#roswell new mexico #max evans #rnmmarchformeta2021 #my meta #long post #tw trauma #tw near-death-experience

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dumb-but-also-red · 3 years

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Since everyone loved my Autobot Starscream headcanons imma do another one because there is no one that has the power to stop me.

Starscream feels so small and weak when the others are around, he thinks his body is too thin to even be comparable to their much thicker and stronger frames. Even the youngest members of team Prime are bulkier than him.

The seeker apologizes to Arcee for killing her partner almost everyday, and it annoys her to no end. Arcee knows that Cliffjumper's death was quick and relatively painless since Megatron never got his claws on the red mech. She slowly warms up to Starscream, even though it takes some time.

Starscream always gets sad and quiet when he has to talk about his former trinemates. Both Thundercracker and Skywarp were special to him, no matter how annoying they could be at times. Arcee and Optimus are the ones who can relate to him the most since they've lost so many people dear to them. The grounders both know they can never experience the same pain Starscream had to live with though.

He mostly hides in the hangar when he's stressed, which happens quite a lot, and sleeps in his alt mode, hiding among the many aircrafts sitting in there. He feels less lonely with them. The team knows this, and they let him do it because no one knows how to help him feel better.

He's the only one who sees Optimus as a person and not as a holy being. He knows the Prime is powerful and he possesses the matrix of leadership, but in the end he's just a cybertronian like everyone else. There is no reason to treat him any less or more than a friend. Optimus is more relaxed around him, not always serious and straight faced in Starscream's presence, and that's because the Prime knows he won't be made fun of if he let's out his inner sparkling a little. They joke and tell stories about their pasts when they're alone together. It's their little secret.

He is always interested in Raf's computer skills, and sometimes even asks for the tiny boy's help to better understand human technology. Sometimes they talk about physics, sometimes chemistry, and even biology. Raf knows how much of a nerd Starscream is, and the former scientist doesn't mind it.

He loves to listen to music with Miko. The sounds are always different, and the melodies can change his mood depending on what type he listens to. Miko makes him do her homework in exchange for letting the seeker use her very tiny devices that play music. Starscream knows he can just use the computers to download or play them, but allows her to think he doesn't know any better.

He loves old cooking shows like nothing else. He stumbles upon Jack trying to find something nice to cook for his mother as a surprise, (he's a thoughtful and nice kid after all) and instantly gets curious about how these barbaric creatures kill and burn others' corpses for their own pleasure. He knows how to make food better than anyone on the base, and wishes he could consume organic food just to know what makes humans love it so much.

He plays chess against Raf and holy shit the kid's hard to beat in "brain games."

Starscream's also a slut for old fashioned board games, such as Scrabble and Jenga. When Fowler brings bot sized versions of those he gets so happy. Like fluttering wings and fidgety fingers kind of happy.

I fuckin love him so much he deserves to be a softboy with mom friend energy

Idc if this is too ooc I honestly don't give a flying shit

#transformers #transformers prime #autobot starscream #tfp starscream #I love him so much you don't understand #no this is NOT a phase #i refuse to believe he's evil #he's just a narcissistic asshole thats it #headcanon #transformer headcanons #should i do more tags?#idk #does anyone even read these anyway #k bye

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seraphanangelica · 4 years

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Can I please have scenarios or headcanons on how bnha characters (any that you like) would handle dealing with a ghost with their s/o who totally believes in the supernatural? Thank you in advance

I absolutely love this idea! As a firm believer of the supernatural myself, there was absolutely no way I could delay this response. So here you go!

How They And Their S/O Would Deal With Ghosts

💥This guy has only seen or heard about ghosts and spirits from horror movies. That’s all he cares about them. If they’re not in a movie, they have no existence. Of course, every time he says something along those lines, you roll your eyes and laugh to yourself at his blatant lack of attention to the supernatural.

💥You’ve tried, many times to prove just how real they were. And every single time it would go like this:

💥”I’m telling you, Katsuki, I’ve had experiences with them. You just don’t think they’re real becuase you haven’t.”

💥”Your experiences are just things you don’t want to give logical explanations to, dumbass.”

💥His point is proved further when nothing happens. And nothing happened for days after the last time you two had the repetitive conversation.

💥One day, as Katsuki woke up before you, he got out of bed and proceeded to go about his completely non-paranormal life. After giving you a light kiss on your forehead, he went downstairs to start preparing breakfast.

💥He stopped mid-stair though, as he heard another pair of feet pattering down the stairs behind him at a much quicker and softer pace. At first he thought it was you that had gotten up earlier than usual to spend more time with him in the mornings. He turned around to greet you with a smirk, his face falling slightly when he saw no one around.

💥Paying it no mind, he finished descending the stairs, and continued into the kitchen.

💥In the middle of sautéing vegetables, Katsuki reached out to grab the bottle of olive oil that sat on the counter to his left. He froze mid reach as he saw the barstool behind him rotate as if someone were sitting there out of the corner of his eye.

💥”Oh hell, no.” He still refused to take into account anything you’ve said about the matter.

💥Twenty minutes later, you were downstairs and eating breakfast, in the barstool next to the one that moved. You watched in curiosity as Katsuki leaned against the counter in front of you, crimson eyes darting from the empty seat then to you, then back again.

💥You were concerned, to say the least. “Katsuki, are you alright? You’re acting weird. Come sit down.”

💥He only shook his head and took a deep breath, looking you in the eyes. “Tell me about everything you know about ghosts. Now.”

💥And so you did. You told him everything you’ve been trying to tell him since you’ve known each other. The only difference was that this time, he was actually listening as if it were real and not a story.

💥When you finished he shook his head. “Look, I still don’t believe in this ‘ghost’ stuff, but-“ crash!

💥You’re heads snapped over to the source of the sound, your eyes settling on the plate that used to be next to Katsuki. It was now shattered on the floor, the pieces spreading out farther than the counter span. You knew Katsuki was freaking out but concealing it on the outside.

💥You couldn’t help but smile at your husband as his eyes still focused on the broken dish. “Don’t belive me now? We both know that dish was no where near the edge.”

💀Dabi would be disbelieving, but open to conversation. People talk about anime, right? It’s not real but makes for great small talk. He’d also be stupid. Very, very stupid.

💀The day he walked into the League of Villain’s hideout with an Ouija board under his arm, you thought he’d finally lost his mind.

💀”Are you crazy? Do you know the kind of stuff that happens when you use one of those things? You don’t know what you’re letting in!” You tried to reason with him, even coming up with ways to dispose of it without his knowledge. Unfortunately for you, he knew what you were up to and hid it.

💀”Oh come on. It’s just a little fun,” he teased you one night when he bagan setting it up in the center of your shared room. “What’s the worst that happen?”

💀”Asking ‘is anybody there’ is the stupidest thing you can do becuase thats inviting anything to come into the space. Secondly, you don’t know how to protect yourself against that kind of thing. The worst that can happen is possession, Dabi.” You scolded, leaning against the wall farthest from the board.

💀”Relax, Doll. I have someone in mind, actually. He didn’t really matter much, but I picked this from his wallet,” he reached into his pocket and tossed an ID card in your general direction. “See? Perfectly fine.”

💀It was not perfectly fine. You reluctantly joined him in the game, placing your fingers on the planchette, cringing with every subtle movement the burnt boy made. Because you didn’t want to do this in the first place, you let Dabi carry out the ‘ritual’.

💀As you would’ve guessed, the moment Dabi’s target was acquired, the planchette began moving, much to your dismay. Slowly, the letters formed a sentence. ‘You killed me.’

💀You shot a glare at your boyfriend. “What the hell did you do? Did you seriously just kill a man to contact him?”

💀He shrugged. “I caught the guy stealing from the convenience store, he had to go.”

💀”YOU STEAL FROM CONVENIENCE STORES!”

💀After you both said ‘goodbye’, you couldn’t shake the feeling that you were being watched. It practically consumed you as the next hours passed, your eyes always finding themselves back to the abandoned board that still laid on the floor.

💀”WHAT THE FUCK!?” Dabi shouted from the bathroom, his voice one of surprise and confusion. You darted into the small room, expecting a prank left by Twice or blood left by Toga (it happens), and to be pretty honest, you were expecting this too. From the mirror, you could see eight distinct and parallel scratches on his back, too fresh and too deep not to be ignored.

💀Without a word, you bounded over to the closet and wrenched the doors apart with a set purpose. Pushing clothes out of the way, you pulled out an old chest you stored wherever you stayed. Opening the wooden box, you pulled out a match and a bundle of juniper and sage. Lighting the end of the dried herbs, and opening the nearest window, you let the smoke drift to all corners of the room.

💀Dabi watched in confusion and amusement as you walked towards him and started waving the herbs around him, cleansing him as well as the room.

💀”Y/N.”

💀“What, Dabi?”

💀”We should do it in a graveyard next time. This Halloween.”

💀”Fucking Samhain? Are you out of your goddamn mind?!”

💀He believes in ghosts now, so you had that going for ya.

🥦Midoriya would be skeptical about it. As someone who never rules out any possibilities, he has a wide range of knowledge towards that kind of thing. You never knew if someone had a quirk that could control the spirits of the dead.

🥦When you told Izuku that you see dead people, he honestly thought you were quoting The Sixth Sense. You were, in a way. In the same way you were being serious.

🥦You sat on the couch in the living room, remote in hand as you got ready to start a Marvel movie marathon when your fiancé got back from the store downtown. He got called in when someone was murdered just outside, appearing to have been trying to steal some food and magnets. Why someone would try to steal magnets from the convenience store was beyond you.

🥦Sighing, you settled into the cushions, and turned on the TV. Soon you began playing Netflix as you waited. You felt the couch dip next to you. No one was home but you, and you hadn’t heard Izuku get back yet. This was the time she came out.

🥦You faced the girl that sat next to you with a smile. “Looking for Izuku?” She nodded. “He’s not home right now, but you’re welcome to stay with me until he gets back if you like.” She thought for a minute, running a hand through her long hair, then nodded again.

🥦You scrolled through various shows until she pointed at one that sparked her interest. You began playing ‘Supernatural’, watching her reaction to each of the Winchester Brother’s ghostly adventures. “What, it’s not accurate? There’s got to be something that’s right.” You teased.

🥦The girl laughed, the sound never reaching your ears, and shook her head, continuing the show anyway.

🥦A couple episodes later, you heard the sound of keys turning in the lock, signaling your fiancé’s return. You turned to warn the girl, but she was already gone. She liked Izuku, but she was shy; something you learned upon meeting her. “He wouldn’t do anything to hurt you, you know.” You told her in a low voice as Izuku stepped into the house.

🥦He gave you a smile. “Hey, sorry for being gone so long,” he held up a plastic bag full of sweets. “They gave this to me as a thank you for helping them, so now we have even more marathon snacks.” Setting the bag on the counter, he wrapped his arms around you, giving you a firm, loving kiss to your forehead.

🥦”It’s fine, Izu. You weren’t gone that long. I had plenty of company.” You returned the hug, your last statement directed to the girl who was now peeking in from the doorway.

🥦The movie marathon was a blast. You nerded out, quoting almost every line from every movie you watched that night. The girl warmed up to Izuku, you noticed, as she sat on the floor in front of him almost as if she were nervous to sit next to him.

🥦”You can sit next to him, kid. He won’t mind.” You told her. Both pairs of eyes snapped up at your speech.

🥦Izuku looked around to see if there were any unknown guests, turning back to you when he saw none. “Uh, Y/N?”

🥦You ignored him and continued. “He’ll be nervous at first, but he’ll warm up to you. Go ahead. You were in this house long before we came here.”

🥦Izuku screeched like a banshee when he felt the couch sink next to him. Like he was a cartoon, he jumped into your arms, clutching you like he was afraid to lose you. The poor panicked boy didn’t know what to do.

🥦So, you began explaining all that you knew about your abilities, or extra quirk as he said. The girl never left, quite amused by the interaction. Izuku never really calmed down. Sure he’s prepared for it in his journals, but he never thought there would be a day.

🥦”I told you ‘I see dead people’.”

🥦”Y-yeah, I guess you did."

#bnha bakugo katsuki #bnha dabi #bnha midoriya #midoriya x reader #bakugo x reader #dabi x reader #bnha x gender neutral reader #bnha #midoriya izuku #bakugo katsuki #dabi #bnha scenarios #bnha headcanons #bnha au #supernatural #bakugo smut #dabi smut #midoriya smut

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earthstellar · 3 years

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G1 Re-Watch: The Dweller in the Depths

So, this is an episode that actually got kind of scary, which wasn’t very typical for Transformers G1 content:

The villain of the episode is actually a bunch of nightmarish reject Quintesson-made creatures that live below Cybertron’s surface and siphon the power out of Cybertronians, causing them to essentially become aggressive energon-hungry vampire zombies.

The sub-surface dweller pictured above is vaguely reminiscent of some of the weird creatures that sometimes got featured in The Real Ghostbusters cartoon around the same time as this episode came out, which absolutely is not a complaint.

I like the swamp gator vibe of this particular nightmare creature, and not having a head makes it seem weirdly sinister when you see it moving around on screen.

But the above isn’t even getting into the really creepy stuff in this episode...

Putting this below a cut, because there are a lot of screenshots!

So I’m going to breeze through the setup here a little bit to get to the good stuff:

Perceptor sets up a self-renewing power source to help restore Cybertron and improve their energon supplies. This is good news, and everyone is feeling fairly upbeat about it.

Smash cut to the Quintessons, who are talking about failed proto-Cybertronians that they couldn’t fix, so they left them in their thrown-together and incomplete forms underneath the planet’s surface.

Another smash cut, now Cyclonus and his group of Decepticons are stalking out the lower levels of the city, and the Autobots are soon to follow suit as they hope to interrupt any shenanigans.

Both teams get down there, where they discover-- Oh shit!

This thing, and a bunch of other similar things, which attack with tentacles and electricity draining nets to siphon the life sustaining energy out of the Cybertronians.

This sequence is actually effectively threatening; The Autobot exploration team here includes Wreck-Gar and Arcee.

We see Ultra Magnus get taken out, in a good example of the Worf Effect, where the strongest character present getting beaten first sets up real anxiety about how the rest of the characters might fare here.

It’s a real struggle, and Wreck-Gar goes down.

His pop culture referential quips make this very unsettling; He’s just as upbeat as ever, while his lifeforce is ripped away.

Springer makes a run for it, to see if Wreck-Gar is okay, and....

...Wreck-Gar looks up, totally grey and with glowing red eyes, and growls out “FEED ME!” before immediately siphoning the lifeforce out of Springer. Yikes.

Arcee is slowly getting backed into a corner...

...And we see that Ultra Magnus has managed to avoid getting drained, as he and Kup are confronted by the Decepticons in a surprise attack.

They shoot overhead, collapsing some of the underground cave ceiling on top of both Kup and Ultra Magnus, while a terrified Arcee watches.

She tries to run away by switching to alt-mode, but she gets caught up in the creature’s electrical netting.

Meanwhile, the Cybertronians who were zombified slowly approach her...

Before fading to a commercial cut, all we hear is Arcee screaming “No, no! Stay back!” while it zooms in on the zombie’s faces as they growl at her.

Very bad vibes, and possibly some very dark implications, especially as it cuts to black right at this point.

After the commercial break, Arcee calls for Kup, trying to wake him out of his concussed state, and he responds-- By immediately switching to alt-mode and ramming the shit out of the creature that has her caught in the net.

We love a good Kup scene, but unfortunately, he’s a bit slow due to being injured (and older than hell), and he’s turned into an energon zombie.

Ultra Magnus grabs Arcee, and tells her that they just have to get the hell out of here so that Perceptor might be able to fix this somehow.

We smash cut to the Quintessons, continuing to be weird conniving micro-managing nerds.

We then see the Decepticons, who apparently do not have GPS, lost underground.

They run into the energon zombies, who they fire at-- And it seems as though they’re dead.

But then...

In running away from the approaching zombies, they accidentally wind up right back where the power siphoning creatures live, and Cyclonus gets got.

Meanwhile, Ultra Mags and Arcee are navigating their way through, but run into one of the Decepticons who broke off from the main group while running away.

One of the creatures appears again, and Ultra Magnus gets caught in a net after knocking the laser bazooka out of the Decepticon’s grip.

In a rare example of some sense of scale being adhered to, Arcee then grabs the bazooka and fires at the creature-- We can see how big the bazooka is compared to Arcee:

This is successful after a few rapid fire blasts, and while Ultra Magnus is weakened, he’s still capable of carrying on.

The two of them leave the Decepticon, who is probably straight up just dead.

They actually manage to get back to base, where Rodimus is discussing the energy drain with Perceptor, who has detected it on his monitors.

But unfortunately, they were followed!

Rodimus: “Wreck-Gar! Springer!”

Arcee: “They can’t hear you, Rodimus..”

It’s pretty effectively frightening to see the zombified Autobots particularly, as they’re now above ground and in the usual friendly pastel/primary coloured environment and lightning, which emphasises how grim they look.

We get a close-up shot of Kup, Springer, and Wreck-Gar -- Characters who are usually fairly light hearted or funny-- Looking at their fellow Autobots with genuine aggression and hunger.

I like that they used these characters, for that exact reason. It makes it feel way creepier and weirder, because these are typically fun characters who are now growling and shouting for fresh energon straight from the fuel lines of their friends.

Perceptor, thinking fast, says a power surge should shock their systems into levelling out again by providing an abundance of energy for them to consume in one burst.

They create an energy surge by touching a power console and holding hands with one another to create a circuit for the energy to cycle between each of them, which somehow works.

Yes, the power of holding hands is what resolves this whole episode. I love G1.

Unfortunately (or fortunately), this also snaps the Decepticons out of it, so they’re just stuck in their base surrounded by the enemy.

In one of the funniest smash cuts ever, there is literally no fight.

Instantly, Cyclonus turns around, says “Let’s get out of here!” and it doesn’t even show them leaving, it just smashes straight to the Autobot logo.

They lure the creatures into space by using their energy surge idea to make themselves into appealing bait, then ditch the creatures off Cybertron, the end.

Overall Episode Rating: Enjoyable!

Not a super genius ending or resolution, but it didn’t need to be.

This was a pretty solid episode, with some pretty cool and creepy moments, and several interesting creature designs.

It’s good to see Arcee getting a chance to shine, despite the very unsettling vibes in the scene with her where the creatures are initially encountered.

The initial encounter scene is actually very effective all around, and establishes the creatures as a real threat.

The decision to make the typically humorous or jokey characters turn into the energon zombies was extremely effective, and set up a very “oh shit” vibe from the second Wreck-Gar is the first to go down.

This is a pretty good episode, although if someone isn’t familiar with the characters or the surrounding overarching storyline set up for the show at this point in the run, it wouldn’t be as effective.

Definitely not an episode to jump in and start watching the series with, but for familiar viewers, this is absolutely a solid Halloween show.

#G1 #Transformers #Transformers G1 #G1 review #maccadam #g1 rewatch #watching g1 #wreck-gar #springer #ultra magnus #arcee #kup #halloween #perceptor

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Champagne Problems-Diego Hargreeves

a/n: WHO’S READY FOR THE ANGST?! here we go lol. i’ve never written a song-inspired fic but here we are. this part 1 of of my 2 valentine’s day fics. the other is a cute luther fic and hopefully I’ll be able to write more umbrella academy so... NO I HAVE NOT FINISHED SEASON 2 DON’T COME FOR ME. i’m also totally willing to write a second part to this, especially after i hurt myself so bad so if it’s something you’re interested in, please let me know. listening to champagne problems during this is probably a good idea. this also exists minorly in my law and order: special victims unit x the umbrella academy universe but it’s really only slight mentions of ADA work, so no real connection.

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warnings: ANGST, Hazel, Agnes, and Eudora live and Ben comes back to life because I said so, post-Texas apocalypse but my own storyline because I haven’t finished season 2 yet, my own thoughts and feeling in the form of the main character, Ben’s secretly a history nerd, Tumblr fucked with my spacing and I’m salty

word count: 3,064 (including song lyrics)

You booked the night train for a reason

So you could sit there in this hurt

Bustling crowds or silent sleepers

You're not sure which is worse

You always opted to take the cases that kept you up the latest at night, working the hardest to get victims justice. You refused to sleep at night until you knew you’d be able to put a killer or rapist away the next day. Which, in turn, meant that there’d often be nights a detective would call in need of a warrant, already knowing you’d still be awake. However, there would be nights, weeks, even, where it was a small case or no cases at all. Those were the days you’d busy yourself in the office until you had no other reason to be there, finding the later you took the subway home, the fewer people there would be. Usually, the quiet of the night calmed you and gave you time to reflect. Sometimes though, your mind would wander to him.

Because I dropped your hand while dancing

Left you out there standing

Crestfallen on the landing

Champagne problems

Diego had taken you on a drive, bringing you to the city of Manhattan. You always spoke of your love of the city, missing your time spent there while in law school. The two of you had gone for a walk and picnic through Central Park and as the sun was beginning to set, leaving the New York sky a dusty pink, he grabbed your hand as you talked about your favorite memory at the Chinese place just down the road. You paused, looking up at him, seeing the love for swimming within his features. After that night, you had grown to hate the sight of Central Park and avoided it by all means necessary. Your team had never been able to figure out why.

Your mom's ring in your pocket

My picture in your wallet

Although never actually married to Reginald, and despite the fact that she was an AI, Grace had a wedding band she kept tucked away. When Diego had introduced you to Grace, he knew that you would be the one he’d marry. You were so kind to the AI, not batting an eyelash at her charging port or her sometimes distant nature. She was Diego’s mom by all accounts, and he’d be damned if he was going to live the rest of his life with a girl who didn’t respect his mother. Despite Diego’s fear, you and the AI got on splendidly and at the end of the night, when you were talking to Pogo, Grace brought the boy upstairs and slipped him the small band. She smiled at him and Diego had to restrain himself from crushing the sweet women in a hug. “Just in case.” she had said.

Your heart was glass, I dropped it

Champagne problems

Diego had tried from the very beginning to be honest with you that he came with a lot of issues. Building trust had been difficult and a fragile process. You had been patient and kind and understanding and everything he was certain he didn’t deserve. Diego slowly learned to let his walls and heart open to you and by the end of it, Diego believed that you had melted his heart of ice and worked your way into his life and family. Until you turned away, dropping the ice heart, shattering it.

You told your family for a reason

You couldn't keep it in

When you and Diego had first met, it had been purely by accident. You were just moving into the apartment across the hall from Vanya’s and he had come barreling down the stairs after Five. After knocking you and one too many boxes to the ground, Diego profusely apologized, concerned eyes flitting across you to make sure that you indeed weren’t hurt. He had offered to help you finish moving your belongings, wanting a few more minutes with the pretty girl on the stairs. You agreed and asked if he would be interested in grabbing dinner with you that night since you didn’t know anywhere in town. He agreed and the two of you had always considered that your unofficial first date. As the two of you grew closer and Diego’s family became interested in the mysterious ADA with whom he spent all his time, the more determined Diego became to shelter you from them. His family came with a lot of baggage, a lot of trouble, and you had enough just trying to put the bad guys away. But as he became more certain he wanted you in his life for a long time, the more he knew he wanted to tell his siblings. After the apocalypse, he and his siblings had tried to repair the broken bridges and had been successful for the most part. So, one night, at family dinner, he looked around at his siblings, laughing at some witty comment Five had made, and he blurted it out before he could stop himself. The siblings went quiet, looking over at him. You had just met Grace a few days ago, and he was sure he wanted to spend the rest of his life with you. “I think I’m going to marry her.”

Your sister splashed out on the bottle

Now no one's celebrating

Allison had been the most excited, wanting to plan an elaborate engagement scheme, wanted to help him pick out the ring. He let her too, unsure of really what to do, and was happy to see her so excited about something. She had convinced Diego to introduce you to her and Vanya, wanting to get to know you, to accurately help Diego (and of course to get to know her future sister-in-law, with whom she was determined to be best friends). As the date that they had settled on drew nearer, she bought an expensive bottle of champagne, stating that only the finest would do for her brother’s engagement. Diego rolled his eyes, but deep down he appreciated that she cared about him this much to help him. When Diego returned to the Academy that night, unannounced and much later than originally intended, Allison immediately knew something was wrong. The siblings looked around at each other, in shock and disbelief. No one had really thought you’d say no.

Dom Pérignon, you brought it

No crowd of friends applauded

You weren’t sure why Diego brought the bottle of champagne with him, and he wasn’t sure either, both knowing you didn’t drink. As you stared at him, and he stared at you, hurt flickering across the other’s face, all Diego could focus on was the fact that he brought that stupid bottle of champagne. Why had he listened to Allison, or Vanya, or any of the Hargreeves for that matter? Diego was not meant to get a happy ending, he was sure of it. And he had gone and tempted fate and had gotten the heart-breaking answer he knew all along.

Your hometown skeptics called it

Champagne problems

The Hargreeves had taken Diego out to Griddy’s that night, not sure what else to do with him. Hazel and Agnes looked at him, pity in their eyes. The police chief of the town was there, the one who had despised Diego entirely and was entirely infuriated when he had found out his favorite ADA was “messing around” with the disgraced ex-police officer-turned-vigilante. He looked at the pity party that seemed to be happening in honor of Diego and laughed. “She always was too good for you. Glad she finally realized it.”

You had a speech, you're speechless

Love slipped beyond your reaches

And I couldn't give a reason

Diego had a speech, he had. He’d prepared it with Grace and Allison and had practiced it a million times over, to make sure he wouldn’t stutter. Klaus and Ben had listened patiently, giving him pointers and Vanya had even helped him rewrite it when he thought it wasn’t conveying what he wanted to say. And yet, as he looked at you, he couldn’t think of a single word of it. He was nervous, sure, but he was so consumed by the love he felt for you, that he just blurted out, “Wanna get married?”. He offered wondered if he had given you a speech, told you how much he loved you, why he loved you, if you’d still be with him.

Champagne problems

Your Midas touch on the Chevy door

November flush and your flannel cure

"This dorm was once a madhouse"

I made a joke, "Well, it's made for me"

Diego had been so nervous bringing you to the Academy to meet his siblings. He wasn’t sure how’d you react to the dysfunction of his family and he was terrified in anticipation of what the siblings might say or do that would scare you off. Luckily, you and Klaus had immediately become attached at the hip and you were already familiar with Vanya. Luthor and Five had been cold at first, waiting to see if they were up to their standards and if you had ulterior motives with Diego. You, of course, passed with flying colors and by the end of the night, you had them laughing and sharing embarrassing stories of Diego. Allison was enthused and happy to welcome you to the family. Ben had engaged you in a deep conversation about the legacy of ancient civilizations long after anyone else cared to listen or contribute. Still, Diego had been nervous it was all a front as to not have the dinner be awkward and uncomfortable. As he drove back to your (unofficially shared) apartment, he had joked that his house was a madhouse. You had seen right through him, knowing he was trying to apologize for the chaos that is his family and that is, well, Klaus. You had laughed and told him that if you could survive in your madhouse of a family, you could survive in his too.

How evergreen, our group of friends

Don't think we'll say that word again

As Diego looked back on your relationship, he looked for signs that you were unhappy, or wanting to leave. He was unable to come up with any, with the exception of one. You and Diego never fought. It couldn’t have been healthy but there was… never anything to fight about. You were both okay with the other’s line of work, and while not perfect, Diego was learning to be open and honest with you about what he needed from the relationship and you had always been so receptive to that. Ben had once joked that he hadn’t seen plants so evergreen as your relationship. You had laughed and Diego smiled, happy he had someone that was so easy to be with after all the hardship he’d experienced in his life. Now all Diego could do was look back on that memory with the bitter taste of regret.

And soon they'll have the nerve to deck the halls

That we once walked through

Christmas had been your favorite holiday ever since you were a child. As you had gotten older, the excitement faded, but the cheer and happiness that came from watching old Christmas films and dancing to songs in your kitchen as you baked cookies found its way into your heart without fail every year. So, when the first Christmas with Diego came around, you had cautiously asked him if he’d like to celebrate it with you. Diego tried not to speak too much on Reginald, and from what you knew about the man, Christmas didn’t seem like something that was being celebrated at the Umbrella Academy. Diego had shrugged, saying he didn’t really know what Christmas was about to know if he’d enjoy celebrating it or not. Thus, you had taken Diego to look at lights and watched all your favorite Christmas movies as a child and listened to songs while baking family recipes and he had even helped you decorate the apartment. By the time Christmas rolled around, Diego had started to understand why you cherished the holiday so much. But waking up the morning of Christmas to gifts you had picked out for him, one making up for every year he lost out on what Christmas was supposed to be like, he felt his heart growing three sizes more, like the Grinch from the night before. Diego had never felt a love as pure when he looked at you.

The next year had been no different, just on a larger scale as the whole Hargreeves clan joined in this time. That year, Christmas morning found the Hargreeves boys whisper-yelling at Diego about how he had found the perfect woman as they woke to an abundant amount of gifts under the tree. You dragged Vanya and Allison down the stairs, insisting the family had to open presents together. Klaus had insisted he act as Santa, stating the real Santa should get to sit with her boyfriend. You hadn’t protested, seeing how much a kick he got out of the hat and curled up into Diego as he sat with his back against the arm of the couch. Diego ran his fingers through your hair, and you laid your head against his chest. Luther, wide-eyed, asked you how you were able to pay for all of it. You had shrugged and stated that being an ADA paid you a much larger salary than you knew what to do with and moving out of Manhattan meant a lot less on rent. When Vanya asked why you’d bother spending all that money on them, your response had ensured to Diego that he’d found the right one. “Well, you guys are like family to me. And you never got the Christmases I grew up with and it’s all about making other people happy. I wanted to give you back the Christmas you never had.”

As he looked around at the decorated Academy this year, Klaus and Ben insisting on continuing the tradition you left behind, Diego just felt an overwhelming sense of hatred of the colors and lights. All just painful reminders of what he lost. Of the girl who left.

One for the money, two for the show

I never was ready, so I watch you go

Sometimes you just don't know the answer

'Til someone's on their knees and asks you

Luther was the only one who could never quite believe you were with Diego totally and completely. Maybe the misgivings came from his strained relationship with the second Hargreeves boy but he always believed you were in it for one of two reasons. Either the money that came with Hargreeves fortune or the fame that came with the Hargreeves name. Of course, Luther wasn’t you, and would never understand the real reason you had said…

“No.” Diego looked at you, hand on his pocket, ready to give you Grace’s ring, unsure if his fear was playing tricks with his head. You shook your head, “No, Diego. I’m sorry.” When those words had left Diego’s mouth, your heart had stopped. You loved Diego, more than anything you had ever known, but the untold horrors of your life before Diego came rushing to the surface and began to choke you. How could you marry Diego when you couldn’t disclose the worst moments of your life to him for fear of being a burden on the already broken boy? You realized at that moment, you could be everything Diego needed, but you would never allow Diego to be everything you needed, setting your relationship hurtling for sure-fire failure. You gasped, the tears threatening to render you breathless. “Diego, I-” And in a moment of pure, blind panic, you grabbed your things and ran, leaving the boy devastated behind you.

"She would've made such a lovely bride

What a shame she's fucked in her head, " they said

A few weeks after that night, Diego found himself alone at the Academy with Five. The two of them were sitting at the bar, not saying much. Finally, Five put his drink down on the table and looked at Diego. “I am really sorry about her, Diego.” Diego looked up at Five. “It’s a shame she’s got too many issues up here,” he said, tapping his head, “to give you what you wanted. She was one-of-a-kind.”

“What are you talking about Five?” Diego questioned, mildly annoyed Five brought you up.

“Did she give you a reason why, Diego?” Number 2 shook his head. “She always seemed to have her own issues, her own baggage, she was never willing to discuss. Maybe her issues with marriage was one of them.”

“That’s ridiculous Five, she would’ve told me.” Diego said, taking a sip of his drink. But as he thought about it, the more he wondered if Five was right. You had told him about your less-than-ideal relationship with your family and disclosed the fact that you didn’t drink due to a genetic predisposition of being an alcoholic, but he had always sensed there was something more you wouldn’t share.

But you'll find the real thing instead

She'll patch up your tapestry that I shred

And hold your hand while dancing

One night, he ran into Eudora at Griddy’s making a midnight waffle run for the family. She told him she had heard about the failed proposal and that if he ever wanted or needed to talk, she’d be there. He called her a few days later, and the two of them met up at a bar for a few drinks. He told her about you and that night, and as Diego talked about it, he realized that pain subsided. The outings to the bar became weekly occurrences and he found himself enjoying the company and comfort Eudora offered. And as Eudora found her way back into his life, as time went on, Diego realized he thought of you less and less.

Never leave you standing

Crestfallen on the landing

With champagne problems

Your mom's ring in your pocket

Her picture in your wallet

You won't remember all my

Champagne problems

You won't remember all my

Champagne problems

#champagne problems by taylor swift #champagne problems #diego hargreeves #diego hargreeves imagines #diego hargreeves imagine #diego hargreeves fic

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When it rains we run, okay? chapter two.

Chapter One

Chapter Two (You are here.)

Chapter Three

Nene sat on the floor, her knees pulled to her chest. Staring blankly ahead. Soft piano flowed through her headphones, her poor attempt at blocking the rain out. Glancing over, Amane stood, hard at work, cooking what he managed to find in the cabinets.

Amane stood towering over her, blood on his hands from the knife she used. His amber eyes wide, filled with fear-

Out of the corner of her eye, she notices movement. She turned her head to see Hanako was holding a bowl up, Nene blinked, watching him move with it, picking up another one. He made his way to her.

‘Ah, has that much time passed already?’

Sliding her headphones off she smiled widely at him,

“Dinner already?” She awed at him, watching his eyes averted from her, a sweet smile forming on his pale face.

“Yup! It’s time to eat, Mokke!”

Nene pushed herself up onto the couch she was against. A delightful hum as she eagerly grabbed the bowl. It was chicken curry and rice. It was a comfort food for the two of them.

She stared down into the bowl. The night after she committed the sin, Amane’s mother blissfully unaware of it, made Amane and her curry and rice “to make them feel better”

“Mokke” Nene’s head perked up to look at him. He has a worried smile on his face, concern swirling in his eyes. Nene felt her lips curl into a smile automatically, trying to ease his worry.

“It looks really good! Thank you for the meal Hanako!” She giggled while taking a big bite of the food.

Hanako studies her for a second as if picking apart her actions before settling with a nod of his head, sitting beside her.

He doesn’t like sitting, it leaves him vulnerable. Nene told him he’s fine to do what makes him most comfortable. But in the end, he knows that sitting beside her gives her ease.

“How was work?” He asks, taking a small bite of his food, seemingly watching her eat her fill.

Nene nodded, swallowing, “it was okay,” inhale, “I wrote about the start of Gemini season,”

Hanako hummed, “The zodiac personality stuff?”

Puffing her cheeks out she nods, “There is way more to it than just” she pauses, exhale, “‘Personality stuff’, Hanako”

“You should know, space nerd,” Nene added, giggling.

Hanako narrows his eyes, smirking at her at the nickname, “I know astronomy, not that astrology stuff, Mokke.”

Nene snickered, taking another bite of food, only a few more bites to savor.

“You can see who you’re compatible with! You’re a Sagittarius! And I am a-”

“A Pisces, I know, you’ve told me this many times” She huffed at him with a smile,

“Sagittarius and Pisces are good together, you know?”

His cheeks become rosy, he looked away from her, towards the kitchen. The tips of his ears were red as well.

Whenever love was brought up he was so easy to fluster. Hanako is able to dish it the flirtatious behavior but cannot receive it.

“You’ve said that.” his voice was small.

Nene giggles, reaching out and tapping his arm, “I know I have, I’m just teasing, Ha-na-ko,”

“Yare, yare, Mokke” Hanako exclaimed with a shake of his head and his usual smile.

“You tease me too much to act like that” Nene chided, grinning widely at him.

Hanako rolls his eyes, taking the now-empty bowl from her hands.

“I’m going to wash these,” He states as he’s heading to the kitchen.

Nene watches him intently, her smile falling. It was tiring to keep up a smile with him. Why he was still here with Nene is beyond her.

How could he still want to be with me after I… After he saw what I did.

"I know that already, just explain to me what the-” Stammering he threw his hands out towards the still-warm body, “Fuck you did?”

She tilted her head to look at the dark TV screen. Her eyes were blank. mokke’s mask. Hiding her emotions.

Nene sat on the ground, watching the still body. Looking, searching for any signs of movement. The bathroom door opened slightly making her head jut up to the door, frozen. Caught red-handed.

Mokke grabbed the remote sitting on the table, switching the TV on, the static cut through the air. She listened to it, moving her gaze to the open blinds, watching the rain pelt against the glass.

“Yashiro?” Amane’s voice called out from behind the door, “Are you in here? I’ve been looking everywhere for you,”

Inhale

Exhale

Nene rips her gaze from the window back to the tv and starts to search for a channel.

Static. Click.

A soft murmuring of some tragedy. Click.

A rerun of some comedy show that was popular in the 90s.

Nene does her best to focus on the awful dialogue that the characters on the show said.

‘The writing they did for this show is complete garbage,’ She bitterly thought, analyzing the show.

Nene loves to write and loves to consume other people's writing.

Kou wrote, his writing blunt, lacking any underlying meanings, no symbolism, very to the point, and obvious. His articles reflected how he viewed the world. Bias, full of passion.

Nene thought back then, Kou, her underclassmen, hated writing. His scores were always poor. She wonders if she’s the reason for his newfound interest in writing.

With how much the characters bickered and argued, this was supposed to represent friendship? How did people find arguing fun? Sure maybe in a drama about romance, but stupid stuff like this?

The two characters were arguing in a kitchen.

Nene’s eyes catch the kitchen knife sitting in the background.

She took a deep breath, a gasp of air, her lungs felt constricted. Nene wondered briefly if she said nothing he would leave.

“I'm coming in,”

Her body seized up,

This was the public girls’ bathroom, why would he go through so much trouble to find her? He’s going to get into trouble.

He shouldn't have to see this-

He’s going to see-

God, there was so much blood.

A faint voice called her. Over the rain, the thoughts, Nene couldn’t understand.

She was too deep.

Amane pushed the door open further, her breath shallow, rushed, panicked.

His amber eyes were petrified as he saw it. His eyes darted from her to the body.

A sharp gasp, his throat catching his scream.

“Mokke?” Amane’s voice was soft, his hand on her forearm, pulling her from her head.

Mokke drew her head up to look at him. His free hand held her cheek, wiping her tears with his thumb.

Ruby eyes were glassy as she stared at him with remorse, her forehead creased.

She didn't want him to be brought down with her. But his selfishness. Her selfishness drags him down regardless.

She will never truly understand why he had helped.

Why did he help her get rid of the body? Of the evidence?

Nene inhaled. Held her breath, before slowly exhaling.

Was he already done washing dishes?

“What are you thinking about,” Hanako whispered to her, urging her to tell him.

Nene’s gaze looked to the TV, it had been shut off.

Did I turn it off? Looking to her hands, finding them empty, the remote on the table.

Did I ever turn it on?

A soft squeeze on her forearm pulled her attention back to him.

Amber eyes, the moon. Her moon. Clouded with pain, and sorrow.

His mouth moved, saying something, Nene couldn’t understand. She blinked at him. Trying to hear,

“...mokke...okay?”

Hanako was trying to see if she was okay… A murder.

Even after he saw the knife she plunged into that guy’s chest, he still wanted to see if she was okay?

“I-” her voice caught in her throat. Her eyebrows furrowed.

Hanako gave her a patient smile, squeezing her arm again.

Nodding dimly, she listens to his breathing,

“Fine…” her voice is small, weak, pathetic.

He tugs her face closer and leans his head against hers, remaining silent. Amane has always been too patient for her.

A shaky exhale.

“The night I…” her voice trails off, her eyes shifting from him, Hanako nods, understanding what day she was talking about immediately. “I didn’t want him to die.”

Amane wrapped his arm around her,

“I know,”

She sucked in sharply, whimpering. He only held her tighter.

“I hate the rainy season.”

A softer, “I know.”

He pulls away slightly, making Nene clutch onto him. Hanako stiffened a little bit, before relaxing, reaching for her headphones.

He put one in her ear, putting the other in his, and fumbled with her phone, turning the music back on.

They sat there, holding onto each other listening to the soft piano.

Amane rubbed her back in a circular motion, doing his best to calm her down. He slowly rocked the two of them to the music.

Amane’s heart rate was faster than usual.

Inhale. Exhale.

He was trying to calm himself down. Was it her? Was he afraid of her? Could it be the rain?

Nene realized she let herself go too far again. She let herself get wrapped up in her head, she let Nene panic.

Listening to the music, she found her hands loosening their grip on Hanako,

Inhale...

Hold

Exhale…

“Let’s go to bed,” Nene spoke softly, tired.

Hanako helped her up, keeping his eyes trained on her, watching her every movement. The only noise was the piano coming through the earbuds and the pouring rain.

The rain was a distant sound.

It was safe in this home.

The rain wasn’t coming for them.

The rain was safe.

Did he ever feel safe in the rain?

Nene let Hanako guide her to their bed, let him undress her, and put her in warmer clothes, clothes that were comfortable to sleep in.

She laid on her side facing him, watching as he moved around shutting the blinds, moving to the living room, she rolled around to watch and tightly shut the blinds out next to the couch.

Hanako pauses at the window, staring out. The small reflection she saw of him, made her tense.

The fear in his eyes as he flinched at the sound of a particularly hard drop of water hits the glass. His eyes dart around, searching for something out there, in the dangerous world. His lips trembled.

Hanako grips the curtain and yanks it, his movements rigid, blocking the view to the streets below. He turns around, the pain locked back behind Hanako, back into Amane. His amber eyes looked worn, tired.

Inhale

She felt much better, more able to breathe as he walked back towards the room.

Hanako’s shoulders relax with every step towards her. He walks into the room shutting the door behind him.

Nene rolled back around, facing his side of the bed, and waited for him to climb back in.

Listening to the shuffling as he got undressed, Nene lets her eyes flutter closed.

He climbed in besides, unplugging the earbuds from her phone.

The phone speakers weren’t the best, but Hanako said it was bad to sleep with earbuds in. She listened to him plugging her phone into the charger before rolling to face her.

Hanako told her that it messes up your ears, he read about it online.

She moved her arm out and felt him hold her hand.

He was warm.

“Sleep well, Hanako,” Nene mumbled.

“Sleep well starlight,” Hanako echoed.

Exhale.

#hananene #amanene #yugi amane #yashiro nene #Yashiro murderer au #tbhk #toilet bound hanako kun #everyone is alive #jshk #jibaku shonen hanako kun

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hasereshdoneanythingwrong · 3 years

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Librarian AU (Part 4)

Ishtar sat in her chair, leaning back and watching her sister lie face first in her bed, sobbing loudly, It kinda hurt to watch. Yes she did technically cause this, but only because she was looking out for Eresh! It’s not like she meant to sabotage their date! Not only was Eresh head over heels for this librarian girl, but she was super nervous for their date, and wouldn’t shut up about it. What kind of sister would she be if she didn’t check on them?

The wailing stopped, Eresh lay still. Maybe she cried herself to sleep? No, Ishtar could still hear some curses towards her through the muffle of the pillow. Yeah, she wouldn’t live this one down easily. It’s the Gugulanna incident all over again. She loses one pet and suddenly she’s the bad sister.

Ishtar: You can’t hate me forever, Eresh.

Eresh: Yes I can! You ruined that whole date, it was going so well!

Ishtar: I don’t see the issue. If she flaked out so easily, then obviously she wasn’t into it as much as you were, was she?

Eresh turned, her reddened eyes burning a hole through Ishtar.

Eresh: She was nervous about people recognizing her! Faye was worried that someone would know that she was the campus librarian and would report her, that’s why she left so quickly!

Yeesh, talk about anxious. Nobody would’ve cared, she’s the librarian, not a professor. Oh well, there was only one solution here. Ishtar stood and put her shoes on.

Eresh: And where are you going now? Off to ruin someone’s life again?

Ishtar, sighing: No, you drama queen. I’m off to get you a girlfriend.

With a shocked Eresh behind her, Ishtar left for the library. She didn’t ever see the point of going there, no with resources like Gilpedia being available for schoolwork, but still, she had a vague idea of where to go. Soon the raven-haired beauty found her way to those oversized oak doors. Really, they spent way too much on this place. Beyond those door was a vast an open entryway. At the center of that sat a rounded desk, a familiar brunette sitting alone at it, reading.

Ishtar walked up slowly, not wanting to alert the librarian. It didn’t really take that much effort, as she was consumed by whatever book was on her desk currently. Ishtar peered over the desk, various catalog cards and papers were strewn about. What a lazy librarian.

Ishtar: Ahem! Faye jumped at the interruption, knocking her book onto the ground before quickly, and messily, picking it up and clearing her desk.

Faye: Hi, yes, um, welcome. Can I help you?

Ishtar: Yeah, I came to get you back for my sister.

Faye: Your sister? Pssh, I have no clue who that is, ehehe

Faye’s extremely unconvincing laugh leads Ishtar to let out a heavy sigh, slouching.

Ishtar: Listen, I may not be the straight A student my sister is, but I’m also not an idiot. Of course you know her. Blonde, cute, absolutely to die for, kind of a nerd, goes by Ereshkigal.

Faye: O-oh yeah, thaaat sister. Right, well, if you need something from the library, do let me know. I have, um, cleaning! Yes, cleaning to get to!

Faye begins to turn and walk away before a hand on her shoulder stops her, She’s turned back towards Ishtar who’s sporting a less than pleased look on her face.

Ishtar: Not so fast, missy. I’m not done with you just yet.

Faye: What do you want from me? To expose me for going on a date with a student? A ransom? Are you blackmailing me? Oh goddess, if you do, I’ll lose my library, please anything but that!

Ishtar looks at the pleading woman, confused. That was a lot of emotions being thrown at her in rapid succession, not to mention all in the same breath.

Ishtar: Wow, um, no. I’m not trying to blackmail you or expose you or any of that nonsense you just spouted. I simply want to talk to you before you run for the hills. Or stacks, as it were.

Faye: You just want to talk? Well fine, what do you think we need to talk about, since you’re so adamant.

Ishtar: i just want to talk about my sister. I wanted to apologize, actually.

Faye: Apologize?

Ishtar: Yes, I’m sorry, Sorry that I screwed up your date, sorry that I made you paranoid and caused you to run away. Just, be angry at me if you’re gonna be mad, don’t take it out on my sister.

Faye: I was never mad at Eresh, honest.

Faye pulls a second chair up from the other part of the desk, motioning for Ishtar to sit. They both take their seats and Faye, thankfully, relaxes a bit.

Faye: It wasn’t a matter of being mad or disliking her. She’s a wonderful girl, and she just gets me, my love for reading, my devotion to my work..... but we can’t go out.

Ishtar: Why the hell not?

Faye: Because I’m a staff member for the school! If the administration found out I was dating a student, they’d fire me or worse, take it out on Eresh. I couldn’t do that to her.

Ishtar: You stayed away....for her?

Faye nods. Ishtar rubs her temples as she tries to make sense of the situation. This was gonna be more complicated than she initially planned. She wanted to just come in here and drag the librarian back to Eresh, but that clearly wouldn’t solve the problem. Finally she comes up with a solution.

Ishtar: Fuck it.

Faye: Excuse you?

Ishtar: Fuck it. You’re both adults, you both have the same interests and hobbies, you’re both terribly introverted. Who cares if you’re the librarian? It’s not like your her English professor who’s trying to get into her pants for a grade!

Faye sat, stunned. Not only the language on this girl, but the conviction she had in her words struck her.

Faye: But what if they do care?

Ishtar: What if? Who cares about the what if? You’re both adults, you can cross that bridge when you get there!

Faye: I could lose my library.

Ishtar: There are millions of libraries.

Faye: Eresh could get expelled!

Ishtar: This wasn’t her first choice anyways.

Faye: but-

Ishtar: But nothing!

Ishtar stood, point at the door to the library, leaning close and getting into Faye’s face.

Ishtar: You make my sister happy! She deserves to be happy after putting up with a rotten sister like me! So get your ass in gear and take her out on another date! And this time, don’t run away!

Ishtar was red in the face, eyes beginning to water from the yelling. Faye nods and extends her hand, confusing the student.

Faye: You’re right. Thank you Ishtar.

Ishtar takes her hand and shakes it.

Ishtar: Y-yeah, don’t mention it. Seriously, don’t mention it. If Eresh heard any of what I just said, she’d never let me live it down.

Faye laughed, she laughed loud and hard, like she’d been holding it in for a long time.

Faye: You really do care for her don’t you? Don’t answer that, I can tell plenty.

Ishtar nodded, her face flushed in embarrassment. Faye wrote down an address on a slip of paper and handed it to Ishtar.

Faye: Have her come here tonight. It’s a great place. I’ll wait for her there if she wants to come.

Ishtar took the paper and began to walk away.

Faye: Ishtar.

Ishtar turned back.

Ishtar: Yes?

Faye: Thank you.

@hasishtardoneanythingwrong @hasquetzdoneanythingwrong @haspaulbunyandoneanythingwrong @hasabbydoneanythingwrong

#my mastersona #Faye #fayeresh #Ishtar #librarian au

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shera-dnd · 3 years

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Face Turn - Submission Hold

I promise you this chapter isn’t nearly as kinky as the name suggests.

I mean it’s still a chapter of just non-explicit smut, but it’s more tender love making than anything else

So if you’re not comfortable with this you can easily skip this. You’ll be missing some cute interactions between those two nerds, but that’s about it

Also I really just wanna point out that I wrote the entirety of this during suck her dick sunday.

anyway here’s the AO3 link and let’s fucking go

Weiss hadn’t had that many people over to her apartment. In fact she only had three people in her apartment ever. Jacques Schnee - uninvited -, her sister, and Jaune. Now? Now Yang was number four. Part of her wanted to joke about how Yang was now part of a very exclusive club, but that would require parting her lips from hers for far too long.

It all had gone so much faster and further than she expected. She wasn’t expecting anything from Yang - she made it clear that there wasn’t any pressure. Hell, she wasn’t even sure if she had wanted this until she did. She just wanted to hang out with her…whatever they were, in the one place where they wouldn’t get interrupted every five minutes.

Things didn’t exactly go as planned.

It all started so simple. She had shown Yang around the place, watched her hit her punching bag a couple of times, gotten a bit competitive about their exercise routine and tried to show off for each other a little, and then Yang had to go and say the stupidest thing she had ever heard.

“That’s how you start the night off with a Yang!”

It was so fucking stupid and so infuriating, but it was also so Yang in the most endearing way possible. She hated this, but not as much as she hated loving this. All those conflicting emotions escaped her in the form of a simple.

“Yang, shut the fuck up.”

Next thing she knew they were aggressively making out on her bed.

Weiss blamed herself really. It was her who got like this around Yang, who got so desperate for more. More affection, more closeness, more Yang. Usually that manifested in their little moments of gentle contact, but in the safety of her apartment she had realized how much she wanted to just feel Yang close to her, to see all of her, and to take in anything and everything she had to give to her.

It was only after she had started straddling Yang, and her shirt had been tossed aside, that she stopped herself.

“Let me know,” she breathed, “if I’m going too fast.”

Yang cupped her face with those gentle calloused hands of her and assured her.

“I will. Trust me to know where my limits are, okay?” she assured her, “just like practice.”

Weiss chuckled and kissed her again. Yeah, she could do that.

Soon Yang’s shirt joined Weiss’s in what promised to be an ever growing pile of discarded clothing, and Weiss took a moment to appreciate what hid beneath it.

Of course she had seen her shirtless many times before, and been pressed against her in just as many, but it wasn’t the same back then, and here she had the time to truly enjoy it. To truly study every inch of scarred and bruised skin that stretched over her defined muscles. To feel that intense heat of hers as her fingers traced the lines of her body.

But what really got to Weiss was when she looked up at Yang’s face again and saw an expression that she could only describe as adoration, aimed directly at her. It was an expression that set her soul on fire and made her heart skip a beat. It was pure love for the woman who cared for her right now.

And wow did it feel good to be that woman.

“Weiss,” Yang called, breathless.

It was enough to send a shiver down her spine.

“Say it again,” she asked, almost pleading.

“Weiss,” it was louder this time, and just as filled with emotion as the expression on her face.

“Fuck!” She loved the way she said her name, the way that was only hers and no one else’s.

In that moment of intense distraction, Yang reached up to her, hands hovering just around her ponytail.

“May I?”

Weiss nodded and with a simple move her hair was set loose, falling over her shoulders in a cascade of silvery white.

Warm hands gently caressed their way down her hair, just to return to the top and do so once again. A pleased, content hum escaped her as she allowed her eyes to close. She could stay like this all night, just pressing against Yang’s body below her, as those fingers continued to run though her hair like that.

But she could tell her partner needed more. Yang would never admit it and she sure as hell would never try to push it, but Weiss could feel the tension building up under her skin, the need for something more, and she wanted nothing more than to help her partner, even more so if she looked at her like this for every moment of it.

So after two pairs of pants had joined the pile, Weiss had realized that Yang’s interest in how R.W.B.Y treated trans people was far more personal than she originally assumed.

Weiss could see the look on Yang’s face, she knew exactly what she was about to say and she was having exactly none of that.

“Are you--”

A kiss interrupted her before she could get the words out. Even a single moment of worry in her voice was a moment too much.

“Yes, I’m fine with it, Yang,” she assured her as she held her close, “It’s you and that’s all I care about.”

Yang stared at her, mouth agape, unsure how to respond.

“But are you okay with it?” Weiss asked, “I understand if you’re not.”

“I’m very okay!” Yang replied, maybe a little more enthusiastically than she intended, “as long as you are too.”

Weiss rolled her eyes and smiled at her as she slowly made her way down to her knees, “here, let me show you how ‘okay’ I am.”

The night that followed was long. They weren’t in any hurry to enjoy each other’s presence and made it a point to savor every moment. The passion that burned between them hadn’t been an all consuming flame, but a slow and constant simmer that endured long into the night.

And when it was finally over they simply returned to each other’s arms, slowly dozing off in this feeling of mutual care and mutual protection. In these last few moments before sleep fully took her, Weiss made a point of correcting a previous assumption of hers.

This.

This is what heaven truly felt like.

#rwby #Freezer burn #freezerburn #weiss schnee #yang xiao long #wrestling au #fanfic #smut

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littlebarchie07 · 4 years

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(and by surprise) you take me as I am

I have so many Barchie WIP but this one came out of nowhere. It’s complete AU. not even in the realm of Riverdale or the comics, I am just borrowing the characters because I love them.

Summary: Archie is a douchebag jock and makes a stupid bet at a house party involving little miss perfect girl next door.

The night starts out as most of their house parties do. It’s a Thursday. They are sitting in a circle, sipping lukewarm beer from red plastic cups that Fangs scored from his dad’s garage, and the rest of the alcohol is from Cheryl’s parents basement. Reggie and Moose are playing a dumb card game and Cheryl is texting Toni nonstop. Veronica is draped over his legs, and he doesn’t have the heart to shove her off, partly because she’s tracing her nails along the back of his neck and he really fucking loves that. Truth be told, he’s a little bored of her. She’s a good fuck, but she’s a little needy. Lately, there’s been something off about him as well and he can’t quite put his finger on it.

It started a few weeks ago. He’d been doing a few reps in his bedroom and when he stood up, his gaze drifted to the house next door as it often did, and like usual, they found Betty Cooper. She was sitting in the bay window, adjacent to his own. Her lips puckered and a confused frown etched into her brow. She looked pretty damn dorky but Archie couldn’t help but grin. She looked up and caught his eye and Archie like a dumbass just continued to stare at her. She fluttered her eyes at him and looked even more confused.

She gave him a tentative wave and Archie surprised himself, by waving back.

See him and Betty didn’t talk much anymore. They hadn’t since like 8th grade. He fell into the ‘cool’ crowd, with the people he now deemed his friends, the monkeys spread out around him laughing and joking at band geeks, nerds like Betty and weirdos like Jughead

It seemed so long ago that he, Betty and Jug would be climbing the treehouse in his backyard, playing stupid games with conkers and having sleepovers in his basement. It had only been four years, but it seemed like an eternity.

He missed those days and more so lately, he actually missed spending time with Betty. There was no judgement with her, no need to prove himself. He could simply just be Archie.

“Holy Fuck.” Reggie hollars which breaks Archie from his thoughts and catches his attention. He pushes Veronica’s legs aside and rolls his eyes as she huffs in disappointment.

He smacks Reggie. “What up Dawg?” He asks, eyes wandering the crowded scene in the direction Reggie is looking. There is a haze of smoke, roars of laughter but then his eyes settle on her. Blonde hair, ocean green eyes. If he had taken a sip of his beer, he’d definitely have choked on it. Standing metres away was none other than the perfect girl next door.

A slow lazy smirk grows on his face. “Oh hello.” Archie whispers, Reggie catches his eye.

“Nah man, I saw her first, dibs.”

Veronica scoffs. “You’re disgusting Reg. She's a class A nerd. No way would you even have a chance.” She pulls Archie to face her. “I’m going to get a refill, do you want anything Archiekins?” Her hand travels up his sleeve, clearly annoyed with the fact his focus is no longer on her. To be honest, it hadn’t been on her for awhile. He brushes her hand away, shaking his head and turning back to Reggie.

“You cannot call dibs. I wonder what the fuck she’s even doing here.” He muses to himself more than the group.

“I don’t care, I’m going to find out. I’d love to add Polly’s lil sister to my bed count.” Reggie smirks, downing his drink and attempting to stand. Archie grabs the back of his t-shirt, pulling him backwards a little more forcefully than intended. Something didn’t sit right with him at the way Reggie had said that.

The amount of alcohol Reggie had consumed, as well as the force of the pull caused him to stumble and topple over, the rest of the group roar with laughter as he seesaws backward. Archie’s eyes drift back over to the blonde who is now wide eyed and looking over at them. She’s still alone, but is now nursing one of Reggie’s cocktail punches. He wonders who she’s with.

He looks down to Reggie, and musters a fake enthused smile. “No you don’t mate. I got this one.”

Reggie groans, lying flat on his back. He blinks up at Archie. “Alright Andrews, but I wanna wager a bet here pal.”

Archie arches his brow. “A bet?”

Veronica hasn’t left her perch on the sofa yet, and Cheryl, Fangs and Moose are more involved in the conversation now. Moose oooh’s and Cheryl rubs her hands together.

“This sounds juicy.” She licks her ruby red lips.

“Yeah, I bet you $150 that you cannot get that square to kiss you tonight.” Reggie nods toward Betty, sitting up.

Archie lets out a laugh “Please. I bet you $250 I can get that girl to sleep with me.”

The minute the words are out of his mouth, Archie wants to take them back. He’s not this fucking guy. He doesn’t do this shit. So why on Earth had he said that?

Reggie wolf whistles. “Oh go on then, mate. You’ve got yourself a deal.” He holds his hand out, waiting for Archie to pull him up and shake on it.

Grabbing him, Archie hauls Reggie up and pats him on the back. A voice in the back of his mind screams at him to stop.

“Deal.”

When Archie turns back around, Betty is no longer standing by the table at the back of the room. His first challenge of the evening is to find her.

He makes his way to the punch table, scanning the crowd. He shoves a few chips into his mouth, still focused on finding where Betty would have scurried off to. He can just talk to her tonight. That’ll be enough to entertain the crowd. He ladles some of the fruit punch mixture into an empty red cup, and grabs an open bottle of vodka to top it up. Taking a sip, he lets his eyes roam around the room. He’s not entirely sure what the perfect girl next door is doing here, but he’s intrigued to find out.

“Where would you be, Little Miss Cooper?” Archie whispers, tapping his cup against his chin.

A light laugh catches his attention, and his eyes draw behind him. She’s sitting with her knees tightly pressed together, a black and white checkered skirt riding up her thighs. Archie’s eyes travel up her, and he wonders when her legs got so long. His eyes settle on her face; her eyes bright and a real smile is pulling against her cheeks. He brushes the warmth spreading through him off, and tugs at his shirt before his gaze shifts to her company, who is none other than Kevin Keller.

Archie low key rolls his eyes. Kevin is obviously here for Fangs. It’s clear those two are shagging. Archie wishes Fangs would just come out and admit it, rather than dragging this poor kid to these parties and having to pretend they’re not hooking up in the closet every 20 minutes. But tonight, Archie is grateful because Kevin has bought the most unlikely company.

Betty laughs again and the sound causes Archie’s stomach to knot. It’s a delicate sound and something Archie wouldn’t mind hearing again and again. He straightens up, pouring more vodka into his red cup before pushing himself through a few bodies. He flops down onto the couch, on the right side of Betty. She looks surprised and her face pales slightly as she shifts closer to Kevin.

“Sup?” He nods at Kevin before his eyes trail over Betty. He swears she flushes, and he watches her swallow nervously before looking wildly to Kevin who just smiles dumbly.

‘Oh fucking perfect.’ Archie thinks to himself as he spreads his legs a little and reaches his arm behind Betty on the back of the couch.

“Don’t think I’ve ever seen you at one of these parties before, aye neighbour?” Archie smiles warmly, his eyes boring into her ocean green. She is absolutely not interested. “Hey Keller, Fangs was looking for you earlier.” Archie says, taking a quick glance towards Kev whose entire face lights up. Betty’s eyes widen and she shakes her head a bit at Kevin, silently warning him not to leave her.

“I’ll be right back Betty, Promise.” He gets up and leaves. Archie almost laughs as Betty shifts more to the left, her hands neatly folded in her lap.

“You know he’s shagging Fangs right?” Archie says, raising his plastic cup to his lips. He watches as her gaze traces the path of the drink to his lips. “You want some?”

Betty shakes her head. “No thanks.”

Archie nods. “What are you doing here anyway?”

Betty shrugs. Her hair is down for once, and it looks nice, she brushes it over one shoulder. “Kevin said it would be fun to mingle. I asked him to define the word fun, because this to me looks like a hoe fest.”

Archie laughs. “Ain’t that the truth.” He watches as a small smile tugs at her lips and a light pink flushes her cheeks. He shifts closer. “You look really pretty with your hair down, Betts.” He says slowly, his finger picking up one of the soft curls. The Betts slips out and he can’t help but smile as she swallows

“Um, thanks?” She whispers meekly. Archie drops the curl from his fingers and smiles again.

“Come on, let me get you a drink. These parties aren’t fun until you’ve had at least a few punches.”

He watches as her brow furrows, he can see her weighing up the pros and cons, and he’s just about ready to try his next tactic but she surprises him.

“Okay, just one.”

Of course, the one turns into a few, and Archie decides he likes Betty Cooper more with her guard down. She is no longer uptight, and is babbling a mile a minute, laughing at every single joke he tells her, and to make it better, she’s pretty fucking handsy. Not in the way that Veronica is, but she keeps touching his arm when she laughs, and nudging his shoulder, or playfully kicking him. It’s cute. Almost as cute as the way her eyes darken and her cheeks flush as his hand lingers on the top of her thigh as he whispers something in her ear.

She hiccups a giggle, and Archie finally catches up with the voice that has been screaming at him all evening. This is not a good idea. That stupid bet weighs heavy on his mind. Betty is so close to him, and he can smell her floral shampoo and the sweet perfume she’s wearing. If she twisted her face, it would be so easy for him to kiss her, but he can’t. He’s not one to take advantage of a girl who has had at least 3 cocktail punches.

Betty isn’t trashed by any means, he knows that, she’s just loosened up a bit, so he wouldn’t exactly feel bad about kissing her because she knows exactly what she’s doing and the chances are, she would probably push him away and storm out. But being this close to her, something inside him snaps. He’s not going to do this tonight. He’ll lose the $250. He isn’t the type of guy to make bets on who he can get to sleep with him. Betty would actually flip her lid if she knew.

He actually likes Betty, so much so that he doesn’t wanna drag her into this game with the boys.

With that, Archie pulls back, and watches as she tucks a strand of hair behind her ear.

“You want me to walk you home?” Archie whispers, his hand still on her thigh.

She looks up at him with big saucer eyes, before she licks her lips, her eyes darkening again.

Fuck. She’s actually really hot. Archie’s mind engages and he pulls his hand away from her.

“Sure.” She nods, staring at him with a curious look on her face. She seems a little disappointed after he removed his hand from her.

She’s probably never been touched before. Archie’s mind wanders, as he stands up and holds out his hands to help her up. She grins, slapping her palms in his as he hauls her upward, but she slips and falls backwards and grabs onto his hands for support, and she ends up pulling him down too. She’s laughing and his head is buried in the crook of her neck so her breath is hot in his ear and good god this is what dreams are made of.

He pulls back, eyes wide as he stares at her. The laughter dies in her throat, and he just knows she is waiting for him to kiss her, but he can’t. He’s not doing that here, not now. Not like this.

But for the second time this evening, she surprises him because before he can pull himself upright, her hands are on either side of his face and she’s pulling him towards her. Her lips smack his in a bruising kiss.

Her lips are full and soft and warm and oh yeah she’s thrusting her tongue into his mouth and that’s all Archie can think about. Her hands are hot on his face, and she moves quickly, snaking her arms around his neck, pulling him closer. It takes him a good few seconds to realise that he’s kissing Betty Cooper, good, clean, perfect girl next door, on a grubby coach in Fangs living room, in a room full of people.

He pulls back slightly, dazed and a little confused. The rush of blood pulsing in his ears is drowning out the music and the people around him.

“Erm.” He tries to speak, but no words come out.

She looks at him with a bright smile, her eyes shining. “Walk me home?” She takes her bottom lip between her teeth again and she looks nervous underneath him. He steadies himself, putting both hands beside her, staring at her intensely.

“Yeah.” He speaks, but it sounds hoarse. He clears his throat, standing upright as she leans forward, pulling her skirt down a little, she stands. She picks up her clutch from beside her.

He’s blaming it on that fruity punch, because as she starts to move forward, he finds himself reaching for her hand. She interlocks her fingers with his, and he lets her drag him through the crowd of people.

As she’s grabbing her coat from the front door, Archie stands idly, wondering what the fuck is going on. He spots Reggie whose hands are on Veronica’s hips, Veronica’s lips against his neck. Archie laughs.

“Are you sure you don’t mind walking me?” Betty’s voice floats around him, and Archie snaps back and focuses on her.

“Of course not. I’m over this party anyway.” He smiles as her eyelashes flutter. He opens the door for her, and the chill air of November hits them.

She takes a hesitant step out the door, and Archie’s hand slips into hers again. It’s so easy, so natural.

The walk home takes him back to when he and Betty used to home from school together, she’s talking as if no time has passed between them, as if they’ve always been friends. They haven’t spoken about the kiss, and something inside him turns sour, and he stops abruptly as they reach her door. She turns to him.

“Arch?” She breathes, and the nickname causes his heart to break.

He pulls her into him. “Betty, I’m such an asshole. I’m so sorry we stopped talking.”

She reaches out tentatively and brushes her fingers against his skin. “Oh Archie, it’s okay. We grew up, went in different directions.”

“That’s no excuse. Just because we’ve got different friends doesn’t mean WE can’t be friends.”

She laughs. “That is true.”

“About tonight…”

She shakes her head. “It’s okay Arch. I know what happened. I knew you wouldn’t do that bet.”

He looks taken aback. “Wait, you knew?”

She nods. “Yeah, Fangs warned Kevin. Kevin told me about it before you came over. But even though we’re not as close anymore Arch, I still trust you.”

Archie feels like he’s been punched in the stomach. She’s so forgiving, so quick to trust him.

“Okay now I feel like even more of an asshole.”

Betty rolls her eyes. “It’s fine, I kissed you didn’t I? Let’s move on. This doesn’t mean we can’t be friends.”

“You wanna be friends with a dick who makes bets for fun?”

“No, I want to be friends with you, Archie. You’re not like that, I know that.”

He swallows, thinking about what she’s saying. She’s still in his arms and he wants to kiss her so bad but he knows that he’s not good for her. He doesn’t deserve her.

“I don’t think I want to be friends though.” He kicks himself as he watches the hurr flash across her face, it is quickly replaced with an angry stare.

He reels her back in trying to find the words. “No, wait, I mean, you kissed me.”

Her features soften a little and her anger quickly turns to embarrassment. “You kissed me back.” She says with defiance.

He lets out a chuckle. “Well yeah I fucking did. That was a damn good kiss.”

She flushes. “Yeah?”

Archie takes a step. “It caught me off guard though, and of course, I really want to do that again. But this time…” His breath fans against her cheeks and he smells like strawberry vodka. His warm hands cup her face and in slow motion, he dips his head. His lips touch hers, softly. It’s gentle and sweet, and he feels her smile into him. She pulls back, a flush to her cheeks.

“Okay, that was nice.”

“Nice is how a first kiss should be, but you know what Cooper, you can ambush me with kisses like our first one, any time.”

She shakes her head, her hands coming up over her face. She lets out a squeal. “Shut up. It was the fruit punch.”

A light illuminates the path ahead of them, and Betty shifts on her feet as she realises the sensory light on the porch has been set off.

“I should go in before my mom comes out, she’ll have a fit if she knows I’ve been drinking, and I’m pretty sure it’s past my curfew.” She makes a face.

“Okay, but to be continued?” He asks, his fingers lingering against her side.

She nods, touching her lips. “Walk me to school tomorrow?”

“Yeah?”

Betty slips away from him, but presses her lips to his cheek. “Yeah, goodnight Arch.” She breathes, and then she’s inside, the porch light flickering off.

Archie waits on the sidewalk until he sees the light switch on in her bedroom. His lips still tingle, his cheek still warm, and as he turns to walk up to his own steps, it dawns on him that for the first time in a long time, he’s actually really excited for school the next day.

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Have Your Name (And Your Back) Chapter 3

Patton realizes that he is no longer owned by Lord Hart, and that he now has someone to help him.

Chapter 2 | Masterlist | Chapter 4

Warning: Abuse, injuries, concussions

Patton whimpered as his father’s fingers dug into his shoulders, likely forming new bruises. Lord Hart was whispering furiously, most likely to not alert the guests. “You little shit! I give you warm clothes and a roof over your head, and you have the gall to interrupt our dinner with your pathetic presence!? You should be lucky that there are guests in the other room, or I would beat you to death right here and now!” He pushed Patton away roughly, straightening his collar. “Just you wait, boy. As soon as Lord Ignis and his party have left, you will get the punishment you deserve.” Lord Hart turned on his heel, presumably to go back to dinner. “You better have a desert ready for our guests, boy. Your mother and I did not go through the trouble of making you just so you could be a waste of space!”

You didn’t tell me that you wanted a dessert. Patton let a rebellious thought enter his head as he thought about what Lord Hart said. So NOW you claim me as your child.

A hand collided with Patton’s face and he collapsed, the back of his head hitting the table behind him. Spots began to dance across the room as Patton belatedly realized that he had said that last thought out loud. Lord Hart loomed over Patton and began to kick him while he was in the ground. Patton found his arms unable to cooperate, vulnerable as his father kicked his sides and legs. “Listen here, you little bastard! I own you! No one else! And I get to use you as I see fit. Whether that means making you my little slave, or beating you to my heart’s content. You will never be my heir, and you will never be my son! Do you hear me, boy!? You will always be my property, and no one will ever stop me!”

Patton whimpered, the words from Lord Hart’s mouth making each kick hurt even worse. He felt his arms start to cooperate and went to cover the areas his father was kicking, when he felt the ring on his finger.

‘I own you!’

But he didn’t own Patton anymore, did he? Lord Ingnis claimed Patton as his godson. He even had a ring to prove it!

‘A Fairy Godfather, on the other hand, is slightly different. They can protect young humans who have been hurt by the people they should be loved by.’

Lord Ignus promised to protect Patton. To let him be safe and happy.

‘No child deserves the pain that you’ve been through.’

Lord and Lady Hart have done nothing but hurt Patton. They don’t even see him as their child, just as their slave. It’s not fair!

‘Will you allow me to protect you, to allow yourself true happiness? To end the pain and suffering, once and for all?’

Yes! Patton bit back a sob as his father Lord Hart continued to kick him, spewing obscenities with every kick. I don’t want to hurt anymore! Patton’s blurry gaze traveled to the door, where he knew Lord Ignis sat on the other side. Would he help Patton? Or would he see this as too much, and leave Patton to his fate?

A harsh kick to Patton’s already bruised ribs answered the question for him, and Patton opened his mouth to scream as loud as he could. “FAIRY GODFATHER! HELP!”

Lord Hart was suddenly slammed against the wall. He was suspended by at least a foot, Lord Ignis’ hand around his neck. Lord Ignis’ eyes were glowing bright green, and the air around him was an inferno of stifling heat. Lord Ignis looked furious, but his voice remained level as he tutted. “What an awful host, leaving the dinner halfway through to hurt my godson.” The hand tightened, and Lord Hart’s face turned an interesting shade of purple. “You will never touch him again.”

Lord Ignis said something else, but Patton wasn’t able to hear it. His vision was slowly turning dark, and his limbs were unpleasantly numb. Maybe he could shut his eyes for a moment-

“Open your eyes, Patton.” Patton forced his eyes back open, staring at Umbra. When did he get here? Patton tried to move so he could look at Lord Ignis and Lord Hart, and he gasped at the sight. Lord Ignis looked like he was on fire, red smoke surrounding him and Lord Hart. Patton saw his form start to flicker and he saw long hair and claws-

Umbra snapped to get his attention. “Focus on me, Patton. I need you to stay awake for me, okay?” Patton tried to nod, but his head started to throb and he winced. “Okay, good. I need you to answer a few questions. Do you know where you are?”

Patton opened his mouth to respond. He was- …. Where was he? Everything seemed foggy. Why was he on the floor? His side flared up in pain. Patton whimpered. His sides always hurt after his father’s punishments. It usually felt better after Patton went to sleep. Patton felt his eyelids grow heavy. A little nap couldn’t hurt anything, right?

Patton heard a muffled voice through the fog. “Shit. We need to leave, Princey! Patton, you need to-”

Whatever the voice was about to say, Patton didn’t hear it as he let the blissful darkness consume him.

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Patton woke up slowly, finding himself unable to open his eyes or move. He felt a little floaty; his body was tingly and he struggled to remember what happened. Voices could be heard speaking in harsh whispers, and Patton forced himself to focus on what they were saying.

“I should’ve been there sooner!”

“You know you couldn’t do anything until Patton asked for help.”

“Yes but if I knew he was hurt-”

“You couldn’t have known. The bond hasn’t been complete.” There was a pause, and even though Patton couldn’t see anything, he felt like he was intruding on something personal. “Stop beating yourself up about this, Ro. He’s here and healing, and I’m sure he’ll wake up soon.”

‘Ro’ sighed. “I know, love. I just wish I could’ve prevented this pain. He’s so small. And he hadn’t even heard about Fairies before! What if we try to help him and we accidentally hurt him?!”

“Then we’ll be extra careful. Why don’t we have our resident nerd talk to him? Teach him about Fae culture and magic. Just the basics for now, but enough to keep him safe. Alright?”

‘Ro’ said something, but Patton couldn’t understand it as he was pulled back to sleep.

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The second time Patton woke up, he was met with a pounding headache and pain all over. He whimpered, scrunching his eyes in an attempt to block out the pain. Something warm touched his forehead and Patton melted into the touch. His skin grew pleasantly warm, and the pain began to recede slightly. It felt similar to a massage, and Patton sighed at the truly blissful feeling. He heard someone chuckle next to him. “I’ve never had someone react to my magic like that.”

Patton’s eyes snapped open, only to immediately close them. The bright light only made his headache worse, and Patton moaned in pain. He felt the warmth go away and he whimpered, nuzzling the hand on his forehead in an attempt to pull the remaining heat closer to him.

“Shh. There is no need to fret, child.” The hand began to massage Patton’s temples. “Open your eyes when you are ready, and not a moment sooner.”

They sat like that for several minutes before Patton gained the strength to open his eyes again. The lights were much softer this time, and Patton took a moment to take in his surroundings. The bed itself was bigger than the room Patton usually slept in, with large blue curtains wrapped around the bedposts. The room was massive, with wooden floors and pale blue walls. Large windows covered most of the left wall, showing an expansive garden that stretched for miles. Two doors were in front of Patton, and a third door sat on his right. Beautiful golden lights hung from his ceiling, reminding Patton of the little fireflies he’d see out at night.

Patton felt the hand brush through his hair and he turned to look at the person next to him. He smiled when he recognized the person. “Fairy Godfather!”

Lord Ignis smiled softly. “Good morning, child. I hope you had a restful slumber.”

Patton yawned, wincing as his side flared in pain. Why was his side hurting so much-

Patton whimpered as the memories returned. The dinner, his parents claiming to have no children, the beating, Patton calling out for help, losing consciousness, everything. Patton wanted to curl up into a ball, but his aching limbs protested. Patton felt tears begin to fall down his cheeks as he spoke. “M-my parents…”

Lord Ingis reached down to grab Patton’s hand, twisting the ring back and forth. “They do not deserve that title. They are monsters that hurt you, young one. And I promise, I will do my best to ensure that those vermin are never able to harm you again.”

Patton felt himself relax at those words before their meaning caught up with him. “Are they…”

“Dead?” Patton nodded, unable to say it. “No. They are currently locked in the dungeon, unable to harm you. We will decide on their fate another day. For now, you need time to heal.” He placed his hand on Patoon’s shoulder. “Can you try and sit up for me?”

Patton nodded, happy to be of use. It took several tries to fully sit up, but Patton felt a surge of satisfaction when he did. He swung his legs out to the side in an attempt to get up when a hand stopped him.

“There’s no need to get up just yet. I just want you to sit up so you can eat some food. Is there anything you would prefer to eat?”

Patton tilted his head to the side, confused. “Prefer?”

Lord Ingis frowned before clarifying. “You get to choose what you will eat today.”

Patton thought for a moment. He never got to choose his food, always eating ends of bread or scraps from leftover meals. Is there anything he’s ever wanted to eat?

“... may I have jam?”

Lord Ignis looked confused. “Jam?”

Patton whimpered. “I-I don’t have to have any! Mother just always had jam with her biscuits in the morning. I wasn’t allowed to have anything other than bread or leftovers, and Mother didn’t want me to waste the jam, but I’ve always wanted to try some with my bread.” Patton turned away, ready to be smacked. “But I’ll be fine with bread and water, I promise!”

Patton felt something touch his shoulder and he flinched, expecting pain. The touch immediately receded, and Patton looked up to see Lord Ignis staring. He looked… sad? Angry? Patton couldn’t tell.

Lord Ignis suddenly smiled, moving to stand up. “I’ll go get you some food. Please do not leave the room. You need time to rest and heal. I will be back soon.”

Patton forced himself to smile back, masking his shock as Lord Ignis left the room. Why didn’t he punish me? Patton felt a familiar urge rise up and he forced himself to stand up. He said not to leave the room… maybe one of the other doors lead to a bathroom?

Patton carefully made his way to the two doors in front of him. The first door led to an empty room, but once Patton gave it a good look he realized what it was. A walk-in closet. Mother had one too, but not nearly as big. Patton shut the door before turning to the next one. Patton could barely contain his gasp in surprise. The bathroom was beautiful, and larger than any bathroom Patton had ever seen. The tub itself looked large enough to hold several people comfortably. Everything looked so expensive, and- are those faucets really gold?

Patton was in awe for several moments before he felt the increasing urge to relieve himself. Patton quickly used the facilities, attempting to touch as few things as possible. He didn’t want to sully such fine craftsmanship with his touch, after all. Patton was still in awe as he left the bathroom, wondering how such a place could ever be afforded-

“What are you doing out of bed?”

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