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Draco Malfoy x Fem!Ravenclaw!Reader

Word count: 1452

Warnings: Being slipped Veritaserum

Y/N: Your Name

Y/L/N: Your Last Name

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*Draco’s POV*

She was sitting at the Ravenclaw table laughing at something Michael Corner said. He was smiling at her and I rolled my eyes. He doesn’t deserve to even talk to her, she should be right at my side. He shouldn’t even be able to look at her. I glared at him and she playfully smacked his arm. I grumbled as I took a sip of my pumpkin juice.

“What’s with the scowl?” Blaise asked as he took a seat across from me.

“He’s mad that Y/L/N is giving Corner attention.” Pansy said with a smirk.

“No I’m not!” I hissed.

“Have you ever even talked to her?” Blaise asked.

“Nope.” Goyle answered while stuffing a muffin in his mouth.

“Not a word.” Crabbe shook his head.

“Shut it!” I growled, slamming my goblet on the table. A few people looked our way and I noticed Y/N was one of them. I quickly looked away from her and started eating.

“You’ve got it bad, mate.” Blaise said with a smirk.

“Oh he’s head over heals for that girl.” Pansy said with a smirk. I rolled my eyes at them.

“I am not.” I said with a glare.

“When are you gonna stop lying? It’s so obvious that you’re in love with her.” Pansy said and I shook my head.

“I’m not in love with her.” I mumbled.

“You should talk to her.” Blaise said.

“And say what?” I asked.

“She’s a Ravenclaw, ask her what her favorite book is.” Pansy shrugged.

“That’s actually not a bad idea.” Blaise said and Pansy rolled her eyes.

“I always have good ideas.” She said, flipping her hair.

“Sure you do…” Blaise said and Pansy kicked him under the table. Blaise just rolled his eyes at her.

“We’ve got potions with her, maybe you could partner up with her.” He suggested. I looked over at Y/N and she was not talking to Cho. I smiled slightly and didn’t notice Pansy and Blaise smirk at each other.

When it was time for potions Pansy rushed over to Y/N, who was sitting in her seat next to Cho. I looked at her with wide eyes and Blaise smirked at me.

“What’s she doing?” I asked and Blaise shrugged, but still smirked at me.

“Y/L/N!” Pansy said and Y/N looked at her confused.

“Yes?” She asked.

“Do you think you can partner with Draco today? He needs a little help with potions and you’re amazing at potions.” She said with a smile and I looked at her with wide eyes. Y/N looked over at me and I looked away, but felt my ears turn pink.

“Do you mind, Cho?” She asked and Cho shook her head. I watched Pansy pull Y/N over to us and push her into the seat next to me.

“Hi, Draco.” Y/N said with a smile and I looked over at Pansy.

“I hope you all are ready for today’s lesson.” Snap said as he walked into the classroom. He looked around the room and raised a brow when he saw Y/N sitting at our table. He didn’t say anything and just moved on to tell us about the potion we’d be working on today.

“I’ll get the ingredients and you get the supplies?” Y/N asked me and I nodded.

*3rd Person POV*

Draco and Y/N worked together great. The two of them were equally learning and laughing, which was just what Draco’s friends wanted. Their plan was working perfectly and it only got easier when they aced the potion.

“You should eat lunch with us, Y/L/N.” Pansy said. Y/N smiled and nodded.

“Sure, I’d love to.” She said and Draco glanced at Pansy.

“Great! We’ll save you a seat.” Pansy smiled. Y/N waved goodbye to the group of Slytherins and Draco stared at her longingly.

“Did you get the potion?” Pansy whispered to Blaise while Draco was distracted. The boy nodded and held up a small vile of clear liquid. Pansy smirked and looked over at Draco.

“This is going to be perfect!” She whispered.

*Draco’s POV*

I was waiting for lunch to come around. I couldn’t believe Y/N had agreed to sit with us. I knew Pansy would have her sit next to me, but I didn’t mind. After sitting with her in Potions and talking to her, I didn’t want to stop. So when lunch finally came I watched the door closely for Y/N.

“Draco, maybe you should drink some pumpkin juice until Y/N comes.” Pansy suggested. I looked at her confused but shrugged. I took a few sips and saw Y/N walking towards us. I smiled at her and she returned it with her perfect and bright smile. I swear it made the room brighter.

“Hello everyone.” She said as she sat down. We all greeted her and started eating. Y/N fit in with our group easily and I was so happy to finally spend some time with her.

“Draco, doesn’t Y/N look so cute today?” Pansy asked with a slight smirk.

“She looks cute everyday.” I answered and my eyes widened. Her cheeks turned pink and I looked over at my friends, who were smirking.

“T-Thank you, Draco.” Y/N stuttered with a shy smile.

“What did you do?” I asked Pansy and she shrugged with a smile.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” She clearly lied.

“How do you feel about Y/N, mate?” Blaise asked and Y/N looked at the two with wide eyes. I tried to keep my feelings to myself, but I couldn’t seem to keep my mouth shut.

“I bloody love her, obviously.” I answered and turned bright red. Y/N also turned bright red and looked over at Pansy and Blaise, who looked quite pleased with themselves.

“Did you two give him something?” Y/N asked, still blushing.

“We may have slipped him some Veritaserum, but only because we were sick of him denying his feelings for you and staring at you like a lovesick puppy.” Pansy answered and I blushed deeper.

“That’s not very nice, come on, Draco.” Y/N said with a slight glare at the pair and pulled me out of my seat.

“Where are we going?” I asked as she pulled me out of the Great Hall.

“To see if Professor Snape has any of the antidote.” She answered. She dragged me all the way to the Potions classroom and knocked on the door.

“Come in.” Snape’s monotone voice came muffled through the door. We walked through and Snape glanced at us.

“What is it?” He asked, annoyed.

“Sorry to bother you Professor, but it seems Draco’s friends slipped him some Veritaserum and we were wondering if you had the antidote.” Y/N explained.

“Who slipped you the potion, Mister Malfoy?” He asked.

“Pansy and Blaise, sir.” I answered and he sneered. He got up and ruffled through his closet before returning with blue bottle. He poured some in a cup and handed it to me.

“Drink this.” He said and I gladly gulped down the liquid.

“Now get out.” He said and we nodded.

“Thank you Professor.” Y/N said.

“You can inform your friends that they’ve just lost their house thirty point and earned themselves a months detention.” Snape said before we left the classroom. Once we were in the hallway Y/N pulled me down an empty hall and looked at me while biting her lip.

“I know you didn’t want to admit that to me like that and it wasn’t right what they did, but I’d like to tell you that I’ve always had a bit of a crush on you as well.” She said looking down at her feel shyly. I started at her for a moment, but quickly recovered from the shock. I gently lifted her face to look at me and her cheeks with dusted with pink.

“You’re not just saying that, right?” I asked and she quickly shook her head.

“Well then, on the next trip to Hogsmeade would you like to join me on a date?” I asked and she smiled her amazing smile.

“I’d love to.” She said and gave me a hug, which shocked me a little. I wrapped my arms around her waist and held her closely. She pulled back and left her arms around my neck and mine were still on her waist. I glanced at her lips and she blushed.

“Save it until after out first date.” She said and I chuckled.

“Whatever you want, love.” I said and she blushed at the nickname. Thank you Pansy and Blaise…

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lilacthebooklover · 6 months

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Dehumanization

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Fandom: Hatchetfield Universe (Starkid) Character(s): Paul Matthews Rating: Teen Word Count: 3795 Summary: After the events of 'Hey, Melissa!', Paul is left reeling. He leaves hospital and returns home, plagued by memories of all that transpired during the worst week of his life, and makes a call to the person he cares about more than anyone else. TWs: Dehumanization, referenced kidnapping/captivity, graphic description of murder, panic attack AO3 LINK

Paul returns home after the worst week of his life with a fractured skull and wide open eyes, alert and straining for any sight of danger. He’s hypervigilant, his fingers trembling uncontrollably as he unlocks his door, a shiver running down his spine.

He fumbles with each of the locks, sliding them open one by one as his heart pounds and his blood rushes in his ears, this is his only chance and Ted’s barking at him, they’re going to come back and she still has that taser and he needs to get out, he has to, he can’t stay here to be treated like a–

His house is silent. It puts him on edge. Hers was too, forbidden as he and Ted were from making a sound most of the time. He considers putting on music, then remembers he lost his phone when she abducted him. He’s going to have to buy a new one, he realises morosely, and maybe that’s not what he should be focusing on amidst all this but at least it’s a distraction from the chaos inside of his head.

There’s a fog over his mind, clouding his thoughts, making everything dim and blurry and he doesn’t remember what happened, where he is, and he can’t move his arms, it hurts when he tries, and his brain is swirling with a million far-away thoughts when she walks in and–

He swallows thickly, mouth dry as a desert. It should be nice, to be back, but all he can feel is a creeping sense of trepidation. He’s safe here, he has to be. Paul’s being irrational. He clutches his coat– he has a coat, of course he does, it’s cold and he’s a person so he wears clothes. He wants to eat something, but feels queasy at the very thought.

She watches him while he eats, her presence a looming force that demands he comply, and Paul’s never been one to blindly obey but he doesn’t have a choice, the outline of that taser follows him in her shadow and he has to eat, his stomach is simultaneously twisting in hunger and squeezing at the thought of eating this mulch–

He goes to the fridge. It would be silly not to. After all, he’s hungry, so it makes sense that he should get himself food. He recoils at how out-of-date some of his food is, reminding himself to clear it all out later. Right now, he needs to eat. He focuses on that, on the task at hand, rather than the anxiety suffocating his lungs. There’s a yoghurt pot in there that hasn’t expired yet, so Paul takes it out, the tub feeling like ice against his fingers. He gets a spoon, sits at the table like a person , opens the yoghurt and tries to eat it. His hand won’t move, frozen above the pot as he weakly wills it to move , but he can’t, he’s shaking and tears are forming in his eyes and he’s pathetic , but he can’t get the spoon to budge an inch.

He’s kneeling, the kitchen tiles below him hard and cold, and he’s reaching apprehensively out towards the disgusting food offered to him when sizzling, white-hot agony pierces through him, it’s not as high a voltage as it could be but it hurts , and she’s reprimanding him and reminding him of his place, and his arms feel like jelly beneath him as he lowers his burning face to the bowl, he’s never been as humiliated as he is right now as the sickening, slimy substance brushes against his lips–

Paul gives up eventually, gives in as he always does, and makes his way upstairs. Paul’s not particularly brave, or particularly confident, or particularly stubborn, or particularly anything , really. Not like Emma is, with her unkillable fire and mischievous smile. He’s just… Some guy, who works at an office and happens to have been the unfortunate object of affection of his deranged colleague. He’s nothing special.

He can still feel her hands in his hair, gently stroking his head as she hums absentmindedly to herself, it’s a song from some musical or the other and he hates it but there’s nothing he can do about it, nothing he can do but sit there docilely, glancing over at Ted’s jealous glare and thick metal bars, and he’s lucky, really, that his plan worked, that he still has his fingers, that she– she likes him, but some days he can’t help but wish he was in Ted’s place instead because there’s something inside of him, something disgusting and wrong and inhuman , that almost likes the attention, and he’s so, so scared that he’s going to actually end up as a–

Lamenting his lack of a phone once again, Paul makes a mental note to buy a watch at some point, but knows he’ll probably forget. Even so, it’s nice knowing that he could buy a watch if he wanted to, he has the option to go to the store and buy anything he likes. He can leave the house whenever he pleases, dressed in whatever he pleases, and spend however long at Beanie’s as he pleases. He’s a person, he has control over what he does. He is Paul Matthews, and he is a person.

She calls him a silly kitty when he tries to leave, giggling lightheartedly like she isn’t pressing tens of thousands of volts of electricity into him, it must only last a few seconds but to him it feels like an eternity, he writhes behind the barrier to the world he’s been taken away from, and it’s torture knowing that he’s so, so close to people who could help him but he has no way to contact them, he’s powerless to do anything but quiver and lie down and submit like a–

Bones aching and body cold, Paul decides he wants to lie down. He opens the bedroom door and shivers, a sort of detached numbness washing over him as he lays eyes on his bed. The sheets are pristine as always, he likes to keep a tidy home. Everything’s familiar, exactly how he left it. It should have been comforting. Instead, it makes Paul think about just how easy it was for her to make him disappear. Nobody would’ve even guessed he was gone, but Paul’s hazy gaze stays focused on the bed, mouth still dry as a desert as his heart flutters in his chest.

Her bed is pink, and he finds himself surprised that there isn’t some sort of cat print across it as he crawls on, bowing his head and tensely curling up at the edge of the bed, arms encircling himself in a pitiful attempt at comforting himself, and she’s climbing in the bed and smiling that awful, wicked, happy smile of hers and she tells him to lie at the foot of the bed like a– like– and Paul’s left waiting, petrified, because she’s still got the taser and he’s got no escape, he’s still reeling from the aftershocks earlier on, and she truly believes he’s a–

Paul shakes his head and slams his door shut a little too loudly, backing away as the numbness spreads out from his chest until he’s sliding to the floor. His body shakes, there’s something hot running down his cheeks that he can’t stop. He’s supposed to be safe , everything’s supposed to be okay now that he’s escaped. But his lungs burn and his head spins, and he can’t breathe as he thinks about that bed, that house, about her , and his pupils dart around frantically, fruitlessly, in search of something to concentrate on.

He has to get away, he has to leave but Ted didn’t let him and now they’re both stuck and Ted doesn’t regret a thing, Paul’s locked in a cage as she shakes her head disappointedly, trapped behind silver bars and forced to watch as they approach Ted, who eagerly awaits his ‘treat’, then suddenly there’s the glint of three razor-sharp knives and they’re slicing forward, plunging into Ted’s stomach, mutilating the flesh as Ted screams , and Paul can’t do anything, he’s locked away in a cage meant for an–

His name is Paul Matthews, and he’s in his house. He’s not there. His name is Paul Matthews, and he’s in his house. He is a person. His name is Paul Matthews, and he’s in his house. He works in the CRRP Office Building. His name is Paul Matthews, and he’s in his house. He has control over what he does.

Blood splatters everywhere and Paul suddenly realises why she has a wooden floor, the scarlet stains gleaming against its shiny surface, his head’s spinning and his eyes wide and horrified as he watches, he can’t look away as the knives keep stabbing into Ted’s already lifeless corpse, the girls grinning sadistically, madly as Paul shrinks away, terrified, because that’s Ted lying there, a bloodied heap, Ted who he’s known for years and just got killed , oh God, if he hadn’t tried to leave then Ted would still be alive, what has he done –?

He’ll have to go back there, to the office, Paul knows. Nothing will ever be the same, not when Ted’s dead and Freddie’s gone back to the FBI and she’s gone. He doesn’t know how he’ll be able to look any of them in the eye with the knowledge of what he’s done. He’s a monster. He submitted. He tried to escape. He got Ted killed. He nearly got Bill killed. He might have killed one of those girls, he doesn’t know. He feels sick.

He retches into the toilet after the first time he eats the cat food, his stomach churning in protest as bile stings the back of his throat and Ted laughs behind him, a barking, humourless, bitter thing that makes the hairs on the back of his neck stand on end, and she’s gone out and Ted hates him, hates him for not opening the cage again because he’s a coward, he can still feel the shock running through every one of his nerves, he’s helpless like this–

How’s he going to face Emma again? She’ll be disgusted with him, Paul knows. He blew off their date and ignored her calls, went home with her without telling Emma a thing and hasn’t spoken to her since. He needs to fix things. Paul trudges over to his landline, slowly tapping in Emma’s number. It rings for a long while, then goes through to voicemail. That’s– that’s fair. He ignored her, after all, and hates himself at the reminder. He hesitates, then dials again, waiting.

He’s at her feet again, kneeling silently as she threads her fingers through his hair for what feels like the millionth time, it’s an almost domestic image if he ignores the collar around his neck or the taser in her pocket or the whole situation, really, and he stares ahead vacantly as he tries to delude himself into thinking this isn’t so bad, she likes to have him by her side when she’s working or playing on her phone, though he’s below her, of course, and she’s nattering away to someone but he knows what will happen if he speaks, knows he’ll be cut off by that blackening pain if he so much as opens his mouth because she knows, she always knows, she’s always watching–

“Hello?”

…Emma answers.

Paul freezes, cold sweat prickling the back of his neck as he opens his mouth and gapes, soundlessly, like a fish. This is stupid. He’s stupid. He needs to respond , but it’s like he’s been turned to stone, stricken and speechless.

It echoes through his brain, sinister and horrifying, and she knows this is his fault, and he's to make not a sound, Puss because he doesn’t want to get another dog killed, does he?, of course he doesn’t, he remembers the squelch of metal in flesh and the screech of a car slamming to a halt, he remembers the screams and the whimpers and the cries and the smiles and the pain, and he’s not allowed to talk, no, he’s not a person , is he?

“I swear to God, if this is some sort of prank call–” Emma’s voice breaks through his frantic thoughts. She sounds more ticked off than ever, and Paul isn’t quite sure how to discern his emotions at having heard her again.

“Hi, Emma,” he says, voice cracked and quiet. And she hangs up faster than he can blink.

He’s in the hospital, alone for the first time in what feels like months but can’t have been that long, surely, but he doesn’t wear a watch and his phone is gone for good and the only thing around him is white walls, new walls, and there’s a throbbing in his skull but it’s far more preferable to the turmoil of her taser, he’s lying in a bed and that initially makes him panic, he remembers what she did to him, what she made him do and he panics, and he’s alone again and he doesn’t quite remember what happened and he might actually be free but he doesn’t dare to hope, waiting with shallow breaths and the potential to be human again–

He calls her again. And again. And again.

“You just don’t know when to give up, do you, Puss?” She asks teasingly but she doesn’t want an answer, it’s hardly like Paul could offer one where he is now and he refuses to accept that he’s lost, refuses to accept Ted’s claims of having tried every escape, refuses to give up his humanity in this place because he’s only pretending, he’s not really a cat, he’s a person and he’s going to prove it, he needs to prove it–

Emma finally picks up again, a torrent of insults and cusses pouring out of her lips, and Paul can tell that she’s hurt. His heart aches.

“Emma, I’m sorry ,” he finally manages to get in when she pauses for breath, and there’s silence for a moment. He hardly dares continue, clenching and unclenching his white-knuckled left fist rapidly. “For– for not calling you. Please, I promise , I can explain.”

He’s back there, trying to justify himself to a woman who thinks he’s a monster, there’s wire wrapped taut around his fingers and it hurts like hell, pins and needles run through his hand and metal digs painfully into his skin, he only has one option left before five of his limbs are permanently severed off, so he opens his mouth and hates himself and lets out a pitiful, choked–

“I know exactly where you were,” Emma tells him sourly, throwing in another cuss for good measure afterwards. “With your new girlfriend, huh? You could’ve at least answered one of my texts to tell me you were busy.”

“What?” Paul breathes, shocked. He feels the blood drain from his face, his hands are shaking again as he tries to wrap his head around what she’s said. “Emma, she kidnapped me.”

Rope, chains, cage, collar, door, there’s always something confining him there, keeping him trapped and helpless to her whims, he’s just a pet within these walls, there’s no way out because he let her bring him here, he offered to drive her here and he told her about the worst thing he’s ever done, but not even his experience with Spot as a kid haunted him as much as this does, as much at the constant degradation and dehumanisation does because now he’s nothing, he’s just a pet –

“She– we were– Freddie–...” Paul trails off miserably. “It’s a long story.”

“Try me,” Emma says harshly on the other side, and maybe she isn’t so angry at him anymore but he finds himself flinching anyway.

“Freddie’s an FBI agent,” he begins slowly, voice shaking. “Freddie from my work. And M– she’s part of some sort of… Serial killer group? So Freddie was tracking her. But then he attacked me and she showed up and fought him off, and he attacked her back but he’s always been a sleazeball and what he was saying really didn’t paint him in a good light and oh God, I’m rambling, I’m sorry, but I sort of… Choked him. Until he passed out. And we may have… Um… Tied him up.”

Freddie’s there at the hospital telling him everything, showing off a shiny blue badge and shiny white teeth, no longer looking like Ted 2.0– oh God, Ted – in the slightest as he talks, and Paul is finally safe but he sure doesn’t feel like it, he’s a hero but his mind says he’s a monster, Freddie wants to shake his paw but Paul doesn’t– he’s not– he isn’t a pet , he can’t still be a pet even now he’s free, he just can’t and he can’t leave again, his body doesn’t cooperate when he tries to move and he sinks down in defeat, shoulders hunched as he feels a sharp jolt of pain ricochet through his skull and he’s hit with a million memories at once, of darkness and burning and screams and the slam of a bus against his body as he races out, he doesn’t care if he dies at this point, he can’t stay there anymore–

“I wanted to see if M– M… She was okay, so I took her home,” Paul recounts, grimacing at the memory. He can’t even say her name. “I– I told her some stuff, she was furious with me and I found Ted in her closet, and he didn’t have any fingers , Emma. He’d been in there for days. And she knocked me out and tied me to a coffee table and when I woke up, she tried to cut off mine as well.”

He feels the wire be pulled taut, this is really happening, and he tries to plead with her but he scolds and shouts at him, calling him a bad dog and he’s so, so confused and scared and he never expected this to happen, he was just worried about her after Freddie attacked her, he doesn’t want to be here and she’s shouting, raising her voice in a way that she’s never done before and how is it that he’s known her for years but has never once heard her shout, she’s glaring at him with the sort of despisal that runs bone-deep, she wants to hurt him and it’s working, oh God is it working–

“She… She had a whole thing about dogs. She hated them. So I, um…” Paul feels his face flush red in embarrassment because it’s stupid , Emma’s going to laugh at him and he’s going to remember it all over again, he already knows it’s all his fault. “Pretended to be a cat. So I've- I've still got all my fingers, and I'm still... Alive.”

“Wait, wait, slow down,” Emma tells him, sounding thoroughly overwhelmed with the new onslaught of information. Paul can’t help the apology that slips through his lips. He hasn’t been allowed to talk in so long, now he can hardly stop himself. “She told me you two were dating. She said you were moving to Clivesdale! And yeah, I probably should've guessed something was up because it’s Clivesdale, but I figured you’d just sort of… Gotten sick of us, I guess.” Emma sighs through the phone line, sounding a mixture of remorseful and bitter. “Of me. So I believed her. She said you were in her… Bed…” Emma’s voice comes to a stop. The silence is heavy. Paul can’t breathe. They wait, neither one of them wanting to shatter the fragile quiet that’s washed over them. Finally, Emma says, tone frantic, almost pleading , and isn’t that an unfamiliar sound? “Paul. Please tell me she didn’t…”

And he’s there all over again, there are hands in his hair, on his skin, and he isn’t allowed to wear clothes because clothes are for people and he’s not a person, he’s a pet , she makes sure to remind him of that every single day, and he tries to behave, really, he does, but he can’t do anything but obey when she commands him, it’s his job to make her happy and this is better than the taser, it has to be, it’s not every night, after all, and he can’t handle the shouts and the disappointment right now, he’s far too hot and something inside of him’s about to snap but he doesn’t do anything about it, he can’t, and she’s pleased as she smiles lovingly at him but he doesn’t smile back, he can’t, there are tears in his eyes but she doesn’t care as she just keeps–

Paul’s silence is enough of an answer. On the other side of the line, Emma curses lowly. Emma knows about the crush she had on him, and Paul feels compelled to apologise again because he really, really does want something with Emma but now he’s ruined it. He could’ve been hate-watching Workin’ Guys or whatever it was called with her that night, maybe he would’ve finally asked her out then. Instead, he came across Ted in a wardrobe, faced a taser to the back and a week of torment. But he’s a person. Emma cares about him. Emma cares.

“Look, Paul, you– you don’t have to explain everything now, okay?” Emma says, breaking the pause once again. “I… I get the gist of it, and I get that it's not your fault. Is it okay if I come over to your place?”

Paul jolts out of his spiralling thoughts, something blooming in his chest again. Emma’s not mad at him. Emma’s asking for his opinion. Emma’s treating him like a person. “Okay,” Paul agrees softly, because he does want that, and even if the thought of answering the door makes his stomach swirl, he hates the idea of being alone when he could be with Emma just then even more. “...I missed you.”

“I’m on my way,” Emma informs him, and there’s a jangle of keys in a lock that instinctively sends blood pumping rapidly through Paul’s veins once again. “...I missed you too.”

She finishes the call, and Paul sits down for a while by the landline, staring ahead. His name is Paul Matthews. He is a person. He works at CRRP Office Building. He has control over his decisions. And right now, he’s decided that he wants to see Emma again. In the silence of his house, a sob finally managed to escape his throat, simultaneously freeing and terrifying all at once. Once he’s started, he can’t stop, feeling like a weight’s been lifted from his shoulders.

His name is Paul Matthews. He is a person. He’s home.

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loserdiaz · 1 year

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it's what my rotting bones will sing when the rest of me is dead

buck/eddie | teen and up | 12.4k words | complete

"Eddie? Eds, can you hear me?” Buck rubs his knuckles against Eddie's sternum, a little too harsh, a little too desperate. "Eddie!"

Eddie croaks out a weak, barely there, whine as Buck's knuckles do the trick and his eyes open in slits. "Evan?" He chokes out, his voice so hoarse and raspy that it must have been hurting his throat. "You're real?" He whispers in awe, his hand twitching as his side like he wants to reach up to Buck— touch his face— but he's too weak to do that. Eddie's brow furrowed but a small smile graces his lips, barely there. "I didn't give up. I made it home to you."

or;

the one where a call goes wrong and leaves everyone thinking eddie was dead, buck finds about the will through a letter and comes to some other revelations in the process.

and in which eddie finds his way back home and finally gets to be happy with the love of his life.

BTHB Prompt: Missing and Presumed Dead

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lavndvrr · 27 days

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GUYS I GOT MY BTHB CARD!!!!!

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You can request things for Pjo/HoO and Heartstopper. I'm willing to write for almost anything except for Nico <3

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wolviecat · 7 months

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Years ago, when they escaped the prison on Narkina 5, Andor promised to himself that he's not going to let them put him in another box. This one wasn’t nearly as high-tech as his previous prison, but even without the electrified floors, they made sure he can’t run. Because his second promise was that he's not going to to leave Melshi behind.

for @badthingshappenbingo PARRILLA

Almost there...

#bad things happen bingo #bad things bingo #badthingshappenbingo #bad things happen bingo 2023 #my art #fanart #star wars #andor #melshi

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ddringo · 4 months

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We repeat what we don’t repair

Victor grasps Yuuri's cheeks and forces their eyes to lock. “It’s okay, Yuuri. It’s always scary the first time, but I won’t let anything happen to you. I promise.” He places a soft kiss across Yuuri’s lips. Feels him relax, just a little, under the touch.

“What if I fall?” Yuuri’s voice is small and hollow.

“I’ll catch you” Victor promises.

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Yuuri is the most important, amazing, passionated, incredible, lovable person in Victor's life. There’s just one problem... Yuuri refuses to skate.

Prompt: Childhood Trauma @badthingshappenbingo

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orionares · 9 months

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BTHB: Depression

NCIS: Los Angeles

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A/N: Trigger Warning for descriptions of depression.

A/N2: Takes place during 12x08 "Love Kills" and 12x09 "A Fait Accompli"

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Glynco, Georgia

It's pouring out.

It's storming actually, dumping up to two inches of rain on Glynco and the rest of the Georgia coast. With the outside night classes canceled, Marty Deeks lies on his dorm bed and watches his ceiling fan spin.

He could go to the dining hall and attempt to socialize with the other cadets or walk over to use the dorm building's gym.

But instead, he lies on his back with bruised ribs and shoulder pain, and just….lays there.

Hey, Cadet! How was your day?

He could answer Kensi's text, received two hours ago. He really could. Hell, Deeks could picture himself rolling onto his stomach, taking his phone in hand and texting- I'm fine. The usual. Miss you and the team.

It'd be easy. Simple. It'd also be a lie.

He isn't fine.

—--

"I'm so sorry, Deeks."

His eyes fly open at the memory of the four words he's heard dozens of times since being cut from NCIS and LAPD. He can picture Sam and Callen's solemn expressions, the pat on the backs from other agents and even the glances from officers on the day he had turned in his badge.

God, the looks he'd gotten walking into LAPD-

Deeks lets out a slow long breath before glancing over to the clock on the dresser.

8:15

I've only been here for twenty- five minutes. Great, he thinks before gingerly pushing himself into sitting up. Deeks rubs his bruised ribs- earned from an overeager ex- Marine during sparring- and winces.

In the silence of his room, he can feel his chest tighten at the sudden surge of intrusive thoughts.

I hurt and I'm exhausted. I can’t sleep and I’m running on empty.

Unexpectedly, he lets out a sob.

I can’t fail-

I can't-

His cellphone rings from behind him, causing him to flinch. Deeks grabs the phone and looks at the screen to see a video request from Kensi. He takes in another slow breath and musters the closest he can to a smile.

"Hey, Kensalina," he greets and sees Kensi laying back on her pillow on their bed. The sight of her makes his heart skip a beat and he takes a long moment to take in the sight of her.

"Hi," Kensi answers softly. "It's what- 8 or so over there? I just wanted to check on you. How was your day?"

"I'm hanging in there, Kens. There's a storm that canceled a few classes," Deeks replies. He swallows and glances off to his left. "How's…how's it going over there?"

Kensi frowns and sits up on the bed. "It's fine….Baby, are you okay?"

He stiffens at her question and looks away from his phone. The tears forming in his eyes sting as he looks away and feels his wife's eyes on him even from a thousand miles away. "I'm getting it done, Kens-"

"You didn't answer my question."

"I didn't.." He chuckles sadly before looking back at the phone. "Kens, I…I'm drowning and I don't know how to get out of this. I know I have two weeks left but I just….I don't know."

Kensi tucks a loose hair behind her ear. "I'm so sorry. I can come up for a weekend if that'd help?"

"No, no, no- don't waste a couple of days on me," He mutters. "I just need to finish and maybe us driving back and taking some time for ourselves will help."

Kensi nods in understanding before a small warm smile appears on her face. "I have an idea that may help. Tell me three things that you are looking forward to when you come home."

"What?"

"Tell me three things that you are looking forward to when you come back home," Kensi repeats. She holds up the familiar desk pad and holds it up in front of the camera. "We can both list three things that we'll do when you come home, whether it's sleep in all day, surfing or whatever. Just three things."

Deeks drops his head and sighs. "Kensi…I…. fine, I guess I could go see my surf students over in Malibu. They know I went to a work thing and might get a promotion."

Kensi nods and scribbles 'surfing lessons' on her pad. "That's one. By the way, that taco truck that you've been fangirling over finally opened yesterday."

It's not fangirling, it's- He smirks at the thought and mumbles,"That's two. Look, Kens-"

Kensi sits up suddenly, cocks her head slightly and smiles with chin resting on her hand. "And I think…I'm pretty sure that there's another activity that we can catch up on when you come home."

"Kens-"

"The attic had been in need of cleaning for forever!" Kensi jokes.

Corny as it is, Deeks lets out a chuckle, the first one in weeks. He settles in the warmth it brings. "I miss you."

"Deeks,"Kensi smiles. " I'm going to ask you the same question every day until I drive up to you. You've been through so much and you are so loved and so amazing. You are almost done. Hold on to the things we talked about. Promise me."

God, he loves her. "I promise."

"Ok." Kensi sits up. "New topic- I've got a new story about Tiffany, Mindy and a six year old Facebook post. Up for it?"

Deeks lays back on the bed and replies, "Of course."

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2,500 miles away, Kensi Blye listens to the soft snoring on Deeks via video chat. He'd only made it four minutes into the story before he'd gone quiet on his end.

I knew telling him a story would work, Kensi thinks proudly. She places the pad back on her dresser , recalling the idea from a phone call from Nate.

"I'm really worried about him, Nate, and I don't know how to help him across the country."

He'd told her to start with something simple- "Just be there for him. Give him something to hold onto."

"I love you," Kensi repeats again as she relaxes into the pillow. "Good Night, Deeks."

#ncis la #marty deeks #densi #bad things happen bingo #bad things bingo #kensi blye

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sardonic-sprite · 2 years

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Should Have Said...

Whumptober Days 21, 25, 28

Tim squirmed in the chair he was tied to, cursing under his breath, because what kind of paranoid asshole had decided to use zip ties and duct tape?

“If the bonds were escapable, Drake,” Damian droned, sounding bored, “I would have escaped.”

He was seated and bound on Tim’s right, somehow looking haughty and regal instead of small and afraid. He'd given up trying to slip free two hours ago, and Tim really wished the little brat could go back to giving him the silent treatment because his sass was not helping.

“They haven’t even made the ransom call yet,” Tim hissed, still straining to kick his legs free. “I am not just sitting here for another three hours--"

“Four.”

Tim looked up sharply, searching Damian’s face for a prank. “Not funny.”

“Why would I be jesting? You were unconscious for an additional hour after I woke up.”

“And you’re telling me this now?”

“What does it matter?” Damian complained.

Tim bit back a retort. It matters because I have that much less time than I thought.

He hadn’t even bothered to worry about this happening. Well, that was a lie. He’d worried about it, but he’d dismissed it as irrational. Tim was always moving, or always could move. Besides, it had been an aside mention on one website, and ‘missing spleen' didn’t even make honorable mentions in the ‘causes' list for the problem itself.

But your spleen was supposed to filter your bloodstream. Take out things like old red blood cells and platelets. Platelets that helped blood to clot. Platelets that helped blood to clot a hell of a lot faster when you weren’t moving.

“Drake.” Damian sounded almost pitying. “Batman or Nightwing will come to save us soon. Red Hood, even, if we are supremely unfortunate. I do not think we will come to serious harm before we are rescued.”

“You won’t,” Tim muttered.

Damian was silent. Tim kept twisting and pulling at his binds. The tape was starting to get gummy and loose, but the zip ties refused to snap.

“Whatever foolhardy plan you have to attract our captor's violence to yourself,” Damian said, voice higher, tighter, snootier than Tim had ever heard it, “Rest assured it is unnecessary. I can handle--"

“Damian… no,” Tim said softly. He looked over at his little brother’s pinched face and raised chin and abruptly felt guilty. “That’s not what I meant. I mean not how I meant it!” he added quickly, when Damian raised his head higher.

“I am going to protect you if I can, but I didn’t mean— I’m not mad about it. When I said… it didn’t have anything to do with you at all.”

He made sure Damian met his eyes – that the kid believed him – before turning back to dislodging the tape.

His thigh was starting to burn.

“What did you mean then, Timothy?” Damian asked, slow and shrewd.

“I mean I’m gonna suffer brain damage due to boredom,” Tim said.

Come on, come on, come on. Maybe it wouldn’t be that bad. Maybe they'd be rescued, or it wouldn’t become an embolism, or maybe he was imagining the whole thing.

“You don’t have enough of a brain left to be damaged.”

“Gee, thanks. I love you too, you little shit,” Tim muttered without thinking.

He didn’t even realize what he’d said until Damian croaked, “What?”

“I… I said ‘right back at you, you little shit,’” Tim stammered.

“Timothy, what is going--"

But Tim shushed him. He could hear footsteps coming down the hall, conveniently saving him from having to explain anything and giving him a way to alert Batman, who had to find them soon, because the pain was traveling up his leg and he had to be imagining that it was starting to swell—

“Say hello to your daddy, boys,” said the man holding the phone. Two others flanked him, holding guns, but all were masked, which meant they would in theory let Tim and Damian leave alive…

“Father, something’s wrong with Drake!” Damian hollered.

“What the fu--"

“You little--"

“Tim? Damian, what do you--"

“I’m fine!” Tim yelped, because one of the men had stepped towards Damian, raising his hand. “I pranked him and freaked him out, I’m fine, he’s fine, we’re not hurt, I mean, I could use a bathroom--" (Bat-code for ‘hurry the fuck up, old man,’ as established by Jason) “but we--"

“He said ‘I love you,’ Father,” Damian tattled, shouting over Tim, “to me.”

Tim heard Bruce’s breath catch. The last time he'd told Damian I love you, he’d been shot by Penguin and was in imminent danger of bleeding out.

One of the men muttered, “What the fuck?”

The apparent leader snatched the phone away before Tim could hear Bruce’s words. “If you want ‘em back, Wayne,” he drawled, “You know what we want.”

He hung up, stalked to Damian, who was glaring – “Wait--" Tim tried – and struck him across the face.

“The fuck was that, you little brat?” the man roared.

“It was my fault,” Tim cried. He couldn’t breathe. “Please, I scared him, he--" He started coughing.

“See?” Damian shrilled. “What did you drug him with, you heathens?”

“Not--" Tim kept coughing, his chest was burning, head spinning, and, God, it was hard to breathe. “Not drugged…”

Fuck, fuck, fuck. The kidnappers were yelling and Damian was shrieking, and Tim needed to do something, but he was completely immobile, and that was the whole reason he was fucked in the first place—

“--faking--"

“—shits, I’ll--"

Something warm and wet was trickling out the corner of Tim’s mouth.

“—think someone could fake that, you imbeciles?”

He should tell Damian he loved him. Really, not sarcastically. He should have told Bruce.

“—charged with murder, call the damn--"

Doot.

The world was fuzzy and floaty, but there was a warm weight anchoring him on one side. Voices were speaking, low and choked, and one was definitely angry. A girl made a shush sound and said, “Awake.”

“Timmy?”

A hand brushed his forehead.

“You with us, baby bird?”

Tim hummed. The warmth pressed even closer, and he thought there were fingers fisted in his shirt.

“Oh, Tim…” Someone kissed his forehead.

“Don’t you ever,” came the angry voice, “fucking scare us like that again, you little secret-keeping, spleenless bas--"

“Jason,” Bruce rumbled.

Tim blinked open his eyes to see them all gathered around him. Dick was sitting close, hand still tangled in Tim’s hair. Jason hovered, glowering, over Dick’s shoulder, but his eyes eased when he saw Tim awake. Cass was perched over Tim’s head, and Bruce sat on the bed beside him. The warmth against his side was, miracle of miracles, Damian, clinging to him like he was a life raft in a stormy sea.

“Wha' ‘app'ned?” he rasped.

“What happened,” Damian said, tight and high and imperial, “was you developed a pulmonary embolism due to a deep vein thrombosis because apparently you are missing an entire organ.”

Tim winced.

“Why didn’t you tell us, Timmy?” Dick whispered.

“Tell me you knew yourself,” Jason said. “Or I swear to God, I--"

“I knew.”

“Tim…” Bruce took his hand. “When did this happen, sweetheart? Why…”

Tim closed his eyes again, wishing he could sink through the mattress and never have to see their faces.

“While you were… gone. Got stabbed… they had to take it out.”

“Stabbed.”

“Who's ‘they,’ Tim?”

He'd like to be unconscious again, please and thank you. Better yet, he'd like to wake up and find that everything from taking Damian to the art museum to waking up in the hospital was just a wacky, horrible dream.

“League.”

“I’m gonna kill ‘em.”

“Oh, Tim…”

“Tim!” Dick was suddenly sobbing, bowed over Tim to press their foreheads together. Teardrops landed on his face and in his hair. “Tim, baby bird, God, I’m so sorry! I should—I should have--"

“You were,” Tim murmured. “You were there when I needed you the most.”

Dick pulled away, shaking his head. “Why wouldn’t you tell me,” he whispered brokenly, “unless you… unless you did-didn't trust me?”

“I do trust you, Dick.” Dammit, now Tim wanted to cry. “Listen, I… I knew you’d take it this way, so--"

“So you decided to keep secret a life threatening condition?” Damian seethed, clawing even closer to Tim. “You are an idiot, Drake, it’s a miracle you’re still…”

Tim cautiously extricated the arm Damian was lying on to wrap it around the kid’s shoulders.

“I’m sorry I scared you,” he said softly. “But I was handling it on my own, and I was fine--"

“’Fine,’” Jason echoed, sounding furious. “’Fine,’ ‘on your own,’ because apparently, you would rather literally fucking die than inconvenience your family with a little well-fucking-deserved guilt.”

“Jason--"

“No, Bruce. No. For once in all of our goddamn lives we’re going to fucking talk about it. Because every single one of us knew the kid has a fucked-up sense of worth--"

Tim tried to protest but was barreled over.

“And not one of us did a damn thing about it. And if the idiot bastards who took him hadn’t panicked and called EMS, we could be standing around a coffin right now, all because we never explained to the kid that we love him for more than being a perfect little soldier who never needs help or has feelings!”

No one seemed to know what to say. Tim was blinking back tears. Then Dick took a shaky breath and whispered, “You’re right. You’re right, Jay.”

He brushed his hand across his eyes and looked back at Tim, who couldn’t even process all the emotions on his brother’s face.

“You… you don’t have to do everything alone, Tim. And I’m sorry, that I… that I let you think that you did.” He was crying again, silently, and Tim felt tears on his own face. “I should have been there for you, the whole time, not just when… not just when you would have…”

Dick shook his head, unable to speak.

“And I’ve been an asshole to you since forever,” Jason said ruefully.

“I’m sorry,” Damian whispered, tucking his head against Tim’s shoulder. He didn’t elaborate.

“I forgive you guys,” Tim said quietly. “I understand why--"

“Tim, sweetheart,” Bruce said, cupping Tim’s hand in both of his, “the fact that you understand why we acted as we did doesn’t excuse the actions we took. We should have shown you that you can come to us for help, even if we are the problem, and ask us to do better. We should have made sure you understood that you are more important than… than our own emotional comfort.”

Bruce could barely get the words out, like it was fucked up that Tim had ever thought otherwise. Maybe it was.

“I still forgive you,” he whispered, because he didn’t know what else to say.

“It’s more than we probably deserve,” Jason huffed under his breath.

“But we’re gonna do better,” Dick promised. “Starting right now. I promise.”

Tim could only nod.

But he believed them.

#whumptober 2022 #no 21 #no 25 #no 28 #coughing up blood #duct tape #anger born of worry #batman #fic #medical innacuracies #tim drake #damian wayne #tim's missing spleen #hurt/comfort #bad things bingo

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newwwwusername · 11 months

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The Owl House - Hunter & Darius - Bad Things Happen Bingo Prompt : Loss of Hearing

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Warnings : Unknowing ableism from a parental figure (as in- getting snippy with someone over something that stemmed from their disability because you don't know they have a disability), references to past child abuse

Chronology : During the finale time skip

Headcanons : Hard of Hearing!Hunter, AuDHD!Hunter

Author's note : While I do have some very minor hearing loss, it's not nearly to the point where I would be considered Hard of Hearing or Deaf so if any of you are and I get anything wrong, feel free to comment any criticisms so I can do better in the future 🙏

Hunter never had the best of hearing from jump, much to Belos' annoyance, and it only got worse after a particularly bad incident in which Belos had sliced one of his ears. On top of the missing chunk of flesh, his hearing in that ear had also taken a bit of a beating since some of Belos' goop had gotten within his ear and punctured his ear drum.

As he got older, his hearing only grew worse and worse, which wasn't exactly ideal by any means, especially considering his constant need to be alert and attentive due to his duties as the Golden Guard.

But he wasn't the Golden Guard anymore, and Belos could no longer punish him for his hearing problems. However, that didn't make the fear go away.

So, when Darius got a bit annoyed at him over not doing the dishes while he was out- He'd asked Hunter to do them on his way out the door, but the blonde simply hadn't heard him- The boy was understandably a bit distressed.

"Hunter" Darius said a bit grumpily as he walked back into the living room where the boy was innocently playing a game on a human device known as a Game Boy Advance.

"Yes, Darius?" Hunter asked, immediately pausing his game and setting the device to the side. Darius' demeanor was one of someone who was disappointed, possibly even a bit mad, and Hunter had to swallow down his fear as he realized this.

"Why is the sink still full of dirty dishes?" Darius asked, annoyance clear. On a better day, he would've been more gentle, but he'd had a long day at work and really hadn't wanted to do the dishes when he got home, which is why he'd asked Hunter to do them before he left, but now he would have to do them anyway since it was too late for Hunter to do them at this point.

Hunter's heart sank. He didn't know Darius had wanted him to do the dishes. Was it just expected and this was another unspoken expectation he didn't know of or had his hearing failed him again? Either way, it didn't matter because Darius seemed pretty ticked off...

"I'm sorry" Hunter said, hoping it wasn't too obvious how his body had gone rigid. "I didn't know I was supposed to"

"I told you when I was leaving" Darius told him, still clearly annoyed. "Were you not paying attention?"

"I..." Hunter trailed off and swallowed thickly. The rational part of his brain knew Darius probably wouldn't beat him for saying this, but that fear never truly goes away. "I didn't hear you..."

"Sure, Hunter" Darius sighed. "Well, it's too late in the night for you to do it now anyway" he continued. "Just go to bed- And leave that damn video game machine out here"

"Yes, sir"

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By the next morning, Darius had mostly forgotten the whole ordeal but Hunter was still incredibly on edge.

"Hey, kid" Darius said from the kitchen as he made breakfast. Hunter had been intently watching him to make sure he didn't miss anything that was said, but Darius happened to be turned the other way in this particular moment. "Did you move the butter?" he asked.

When he got no response, he turned to the blonde with a slightly annoyed expression. Hunter swallowed. Oh no, he thought. I missed something and now he hates me and he's gonna disown me, and-

"Are you okay?" Darius asked, noticing how scared the kid looked.

"I'm sorry" Hunter said, and Darius swore tears were forming in the boy's eyes. He quickly dropped what he was doing and rushed over to the table to see what was going on with his kid. "I'm sorry. I'm not trying to ignore you"

"I didn't think you were" Darius soothed. "I know you have trouble paying attention sometimes, so-"

"No, that's not it" Hunter cut him off, internally cursing himself for speaking out of turn. Darius frowned.

"I'm all ears, kid" he told the boy. "What's going on?"

"My hearing is really bad" Hunter told him, his eyes shut tight as though he was expecting to be hit. Darius' frown deepened.

"Oh" he said. "Wait, why are you only telling me this now?"

"I didn't want you to get rid of me..."

"Why in Titan would I get rid of you for something like that!?"

"Belos would always get so mad at me for not hearing him" Hunter said and Darius felt anger boil under his skin, though not towards the kid. "I thought if I just paid close enough attention, it wouldn't ever have to come up and you wouldn't hate me for it" he explained. "But then I missed the dishes, and now whatever you just asked, and I..." he trailed off, tears beginning to spill from his eyes. "I've failed"

"Oh, Hunter..." Darius sighed. "Can I hug you?" he asked, getting a small nod in response. He wrapped his arms around the now-crying teenager and slowly rubbed his back in a soothing motion. "You haven't failed" he told the boy earnestly. "I'm sorry I was so harsh last night about the dishes. I didn't know"

"Sorry..."

"No, don't apologize" Darius told him. "I know now, so I'll make sure we're on the same page about everything from now on, okay?" A nod. "Hey, maybe we can even try to learn sign language together"

"You don't hate me?"

"Of course not" Darius replied, hugging the grimwalker just a bit tighter. "I could never hate you, Hunter"

"Oh..." the blonde muttered. "Oh" he said again, only his tone was far different this time. Darius began to smell smoke. "I think breakfast is burning"

"Oh, shit"

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#fanfiction #fanfic #fanfic challenge #fanfic prompts #prompts #the owl house #toh #hunter deamonne #dadrius #hard of hearing #hard of hearing hunter deamonne #ptsd #hunter has ptsd #darius is a good dad #bad things bingo #bad things happen bingo #hurt/comfort #past child abuse

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blackbonnet-ruined-my-life · 10 months

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The Body

Fandom: Our Flag Means Death

Ship: Edward Teach/Stede Bonnet

Prompt: Starvation

Words: 15,111

Summary: When an abduction at gunpoint goes awry, Stede finds himself trapped with only the body of his former bully for company. Will Ed find him in time? Or will Stede succumb to the fate he believes he deserves?

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See below for warnings.

Warnings: Dehydration, Starvation, Trapped with a Body, Decomposition, Hallucinations, Trauma, Nightmares, References to and discussions about Cannibalism (no actual cannibalism takes place except in a nightmare), Vomit

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Is it okay to be happy, when the one you love is crying in pain.

Maybe it's their nature, maybe it's their hobby, but I wonder how they can smile in someone's sorrow.

#quotes #spilled ink #sad thoughts #bad thoughts #bad things bingo #bad therapy #bad things happen bingo #bad thinking diary #spilled words #writting #original

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Gunshot Wound

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Jennifer Jareau x Daughter!Reader

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Warnings: Being shot and I think that’s it

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It all started with a super rare day off with my Mom. It was just going to be me, her, and my little half-brother Henry. We were both so excited to be able to spend a Saturday with our Mom since her job takes her away a lot. We were all playing when Mom got a call.

“Y/N can you watch your brother for a second?” She asked and I nodded. She gave me a smile and walked to the side yard. I distracted Henry while Mom took her call, which she didn’t look exactly happy about. She came back into the room and sighed.

“I need to go, we’ve got a case…” She said and Henry frowned.

“I’m going to call the babysitter, can you watch your brother until she comes?” She asked and I shrugged.

“I can watch him, Mom.” I said and she bit her lip.

“I don’t know when it’s going to be done.” She said and I nodded.

“So when Dad get’s back-”

“Dad is part of the case.” She said while Henry was distracted. My eyes widened and she motioned me to follow her.

“Henry, come inside and grab some juice.” Mom said. We followed her inside and Herny ran to get his juice. Mom pulled me over to sit at the table while Henry was watching cartoons.

“Is Dad okay?” I asked, worried.

“Dad is fine, his partner was shot.” She answered and I let out a breath I didn’t know I was holding.

“I really don’t know how long this will be, Y/N.” She said and I nodded.

“I get it Mom, I can take care of Henry.” I said and she sighed.

“Call me if you need a babysitter to help you.” She said and I smiled.

“I promise, now go, Dad needs your help.” I said. I got up and went to go watch cartoons with Henry.

It’s been hours since Mom and Dad left for work. Henry was upset for a little while about Mom having to leave, but I distracted him enough to forget about it. Mom told me I wasn’t allowed to look at the news at all, which I understood. She hated when I knew about local cases. I was too distracted by Henry to even think about looking at the news. However the thought of my Mom and Dad were constantly in the back of my head. I had Henry watching cartoons while I was making dinner for us. I pulled out my phone bit my lip. I haven’t heard anything from Mom or Dad since Mom left.

“Don’t check the news under any circumstances.” Mom’s voice floated through my head.

“I know Mom… but you and Dad haven’t answered any one my texts…” I whispered to myself. I took a deep breath and pulled up the news on my phone. My eyes widened and I dropped my phone on the counter.

“Y/N/N? You alright?” Henry called.

“I’m fine Henry! Just had something slippery on my hands and dropped my phone!” I called back.

“Okay!” He called back and I hoped went back to watching cartoons. I quickly picked up my phone and called Mom.

“Please pick up, please pick up…” I mumbled to myself.

“Y/N? Are you alright? Do you need a babysitter?” Mom answered.

“I’m fine, Mom, we’re fine. Are you? Is Dad?” I asked quietly so Henry wouldn’t hear.

“You looked at the news!?” She hissed at me.

“I’m sorry! You and Dad weren’t answering my texts and I was worried…” I answered.

“We’re fine, Y/N, I need you to stop looking at the news please.” She begged, she sounded off.

“Okay, I promise, can you just please answer my texts? I’m really worried, Mom.” I whispered and she sighed.

“I’m sorry for worrying you sweetie, I’m fine everything’s gonna be okay. Just focus on Henry and I promise I’ll text you in an hour.” She said. She said everything is going to be fine… I grew up with just my Mom at first and I picked up some profiling along the way. My Mom was lying to me.

“Mom?” I asked.

“Y/N, I really need to go. Just let me know if you need a babysitter.” She said and hung up. I sighed and put my phone to the side.

“Something’s wrong…” I mumbled to myself.

“Hey Y/N! Look who’s home!” I heard Henry call and I turned to see Dad with a woman I’ve never seen before.

“Dad!” I said and rushed over to him. I went to hug him then noticed he looked a little worse for wear.

“Dad? Are you alright?” I asked.

“I’m fine Sweet heart, Mom thought you could use a little help and sent me over with my partner-”

“I’m Izzy.” The woman cut him off and offered me her hand. Alarm bells were ringing in my head. Mom said his partner was shot.

“Uh, hi.” I said, shaking her hand. I glanced at my Dad and he just smiled at me. I heard a sizzling behind me quickly turned around.

“Oh shoot!” I said and rushed to take the pot off the stove. I heard the two adult talking in a low voice that I just couldn’t hear. When I turned back around Dad was kneeling down to look at Henry.

“Daddy let’s play!” Henry said.

“Daddy can’t play right now, I gotta go to work. But this is um-”

“Izzy.” The woman said again.

“Izzy.” Dad whispered.

“Can you say hi to Izzy?” Dad asked.

“Hi Izzy.” Henry whispered, he was nervous about this woman too.

“She’s gonna stay with you and Y/N until Mama comes home, okay?” Dad said.

“Okay.” Henry said, sounding sad.

“Hey.” Dad said, gaining his attention.

“I love you.” Dad said to him.

“I love you.” Henry said back. Dad hugged him.

“You’re gonna be okay.” Dad said which made my anxiety skyrocket. Dad sent Henry into the living room to play and I walked up to him.

“Dad?” I asked with a nervous tone.

“Come here Y/N/N.” He said and motioned me to come hug him. I stepped into his arms and wrapped mine around him.

“Everything is gonna be okay.” He whispered and I looked up at him. He was lying just like Mom was… He moved next to my ear and whispered so only I could hear.

“Keep your brother away from her.” He whispered. I looked into his eyes and nodded. I’d protect my brother with my life and I think my Dad knows that too. He kissed my head and gently pushed me to follow Henry. I watched him walk out the house.

“Hey Henry, you wanna help me finish cooking?” I asked and he smiled at me.

“Yeah!” He said and I quickly picked him up. I walked him into the kitchen and watch the woman look around our house. I was so anxious about her presence here, but I just had to focus on protecting my brother.

As I was cooking Henry started getting antsy and wanted to go color. I sighed and put him down. I led him over to the table where he got in the chair all by himself, and grabbed some paper and crayons. He quietly started coloring and I went back to the kitchen to hurry up and finish cooking.

As I was just about to finish I heard Henry talking to the woman. I cursed myself and quickly finished the cooking. Once everything was done I left it on the stove to keep warm and walked out to find Henry on the woman’s lap. My eyes widened as I watched her touching his hair.

“Let me tell you a story.” She said and I gulped.

“Hey, Henry, foods ready. You hungry?” I asked as I walked over to him.

“I wanna hear the story, Y/N/N.” He said. Izzy smirked at me and held Henry a bit closer to her.

“Sit down, listen to the story, Y/N/N.” She smeared at me. I gave her a tight lipped smile and sat in the seat Henry was sitting in. I heard my phone ringing in the other room, but I knew if I moved she’d hurt my brother. She just smirked at me.

“I really think we should eat Henry.” I said and he started to reach for me.

“Y/N/N!” He said and I quickly pulled him out of her lap. I went into the kitchen and the woman followed. She grabbed my phone from the counter and smirked at me. We heard the gate opened and the woman went to go check the window.

“Henry, go hide.” I whispered and he rushed off. I moved to run for it but I heard a gun cock.

“Where do you think you’re going?” She asked and I slowly turned around.

“Come out Henry!” She called out.

“Don’t listen to her Henry!” I shouted.

“You little bitch!” She growled at me and I tried to run. She shot at me and I screamed in pain.

“Drop it!” I heard my Mom growl. I couldn’t focus on what they were doing, but I knew Mom was fighting with the girl.

“Mommy!” I heard Henry shout.

“Henry!” Mom shouted. There was more fighting and then I heard a thud. I kept pressure on my lower left back and stayed laying on the floor. I heard footsteps coming closer to me and someone knelt down.

“You alright, kid?” I recognized the voice of David.

“It hurts a lot.” I groaned.

“Let me see.” He said as he gently moved my hand. He looked at the bleeding wound and sighed.

“The bullet is still inside, but your Mom and I are gonna get you help.” He said and I nodded.

“I know…” I said.

“Y/N/N?” I heard Henry asked in a scared voice.

“I’ll be fine, Henry.” I said and smiled back at him in my Mom’s arms. David pushed his arms under me and lifted me up. I groaned as he lifted and flipped me over so I was facing him. I felt his hand put pressure on my wound and I groaned again.

“I know, Y/N, just hang in there.” He said. They rushed me to the car and Mom got in the back with me and she locked Henry in so he couldn’t really see me. Mom gripped my hand and she had tears in her eyes.

“I’ll be fine, Mom.” I said and she nodded.

“I know sweetie, you’re so strong.” She said and I smiled.

Once we got me to the hospital the staff rushed me inside. They got me into surgery quickly. I obviously didn’t remember any of it but when I woke up my Mom, Dad, and Henry were all standing around my bed. Dad was in a hospital gown too.

“Mom? Dad?” I groaned as I tried to sit up.

“Hey, lay back down, you need to relax.” Mom said as she pushed me back down.

“I’m alright, Mom.” I said as I hugged her tightly. She hugged me tighter and I felt myself struggling to breath a bit.

“Alright Hon, let our daughter breath.” Dad said with a laugh. Mom wiped her eyes as she pulled back from me.

“Are you alright, Dad?” I asked and he nodded with a smile.

“I’m fine sweet heart, we gotta worry about you.” He said and I shook my head.

“I’m fine.” I insisted.

“Y/N, you took a bullet to the back.” He said with a frown.

“You told me to protect Henry.” I said with a small shrug.

“I didn’t mean risk your life.” He said and I smiled.

“I’d do anything to protect my brother.” I said and my parents smiled.

“Well, we’re really glad you treat him as if he’s your full brother…” Mom started and I looked at them confused.

“Why wouldn’t I?” I asked. Dad wrapped his arm around Mom’s shoulder and pulled her closer.

“Y/N, your Mama and I are gonna get married.” Dad said and I quickly sat up, ignoring the pain.

“Really!?” I asked with a huge smile.

“Y/N! You need to lay down, you’ll rip your stitches!” Mom said, trying to push me back down. I grabbed her hands and looked into her eyes.

“You finally said yes? Will’s really gonna be my Dad now?” I asked with tears in my eyes.

“Yes sweetie, Will is going to be your Dad for real, now lay down.” She said and I happily obliged.

“When’s the wedding?” I asked, feeling giddy now.

“Your Mother wants to do it Monday.” Dad answered.

“Am I gonna be able to come?” I asked with a frown.

“We’ll talk to the doctor and I’ll let him know we’ll have a doctor on property.” Mom said with a wink. I giggled and shook my head.

“I’m so excited! Can I wear my light pink dress?” I asked and they just laughed.

“Yes you can wear your pink dress.” Mom said.

The next day Dad came to pick me up at the hospital, since Mom convinced them that I’d be fine at home. He came into my room holding a bad and my light pink dress. I looked at him confused and he just smiled at me.

“I thought you’re getting married on Monday?” I asked and he nodded as he set the things now.

“We were, but David overheard and we’re gonna get married in his yard. Mom thinks it’s just a party.” He said and I squealed in excitement.

“Help me get ready?” I asked and he nodded. Dad helped me get dressed and told me I needed to take it easy tonight. The doctor gave us some crutches as a just in case, but I didn’t really think I needed to use them. Dad insisted on bringing them anyway.

“Come on, we’re meeting your mom and Henry there.” Dad said and I nodded. He helped me in the car and we were off.

When we pulled up to David’s house I was so excited! I couldn’t believe my Mom was getting married to someone who actually liked and cared about me too. It’s all the two of us ever wanted. I got out and rushed over to my mom. I hugged her tightly and she laughed.

“Well you’re feeling better.” She said and I smiled up at her.

“I am! Look what Dad brought me to wear.” I said and did a spin.

“I thought you wanted to wear that tomorrow.” She frowned and I nodded.

“I still can, but this way the whole team can see how pretty I am.” I joked and she shook her head with a laugh.

“Y/N, the doctor said to take it easy.” Dad said coming up to us.

“I am.” I said and he shook his head.

“Running to your Mama is not taking it easy. Don’t make me make you use the crutches.” He said and I groaned.

“Okay, I’ll be good, promise!” I said and both my parents laughed.

“Come on, let’s go inside.” Mom said and we all held hands. We walked inside and into the backyard.

“Hey.” Mom said when she saw David.

“Someone knows how to throw a party. You don’t mess around.” Mom said as she gave him a hug.

“What can I tell ya? I’m the host with the most.�� He said as he hugged her back.

“No kidding.” Mom laughed as she pulled back.

“Hey, look who’s here.” David said and Grandma walked up next to him.

“Mom?” Mom asked and Grandma just smiled.

“Okay, what’s-what’s going on?” Mom asked Dad.

“Well we couldn’t get married without your Mama.” He answered.

“I might’ve overheard a proposal yesterday?” David said.

“And I couldn’t wait till Monday.” Dad said.

“Okay so this is why you guys are so dressed up, huh?” Mom asked as she looked at me and Henry.

“Yes and you will be too. I brought something borrowed.” Grandma said, holding up a wedding dress.

“Mom, is that your dress?” Mom asked.

“It is, let’s go see if it still fits.” Grandma said.

“Can I help?” I asked and Grandma smiled at me.

“Of course!” She said and gently pulled me along.

Grandma and I helped Mom get into the dress and I was so excited. She looked absolutely beautiful. I’ve always wanted this for my Mom and I literally couldn’t be happier for her.

“Mom you look so pretty.” I said and she smiled with happy tears in her eyes.

“Thank you Sweetie.” She said and kissed my head. Once everything was ready Mom, Grandma, and Myself were walking downstairs and out the back door. Dad stood there with Henry at the alter with a man there to marry them. Grandma let go of Mom when we reached the front and I went to as well, but Mom stopped me. She pulled me up with her and I stood right by her as she married my now official Dad. I cried when they kissed and hugged them both tightly. I finally had a full family.

We all sat down to eat and everyone was talking among themselves. I sat next to Henry and Jack, who I was so excited to see. The three of us were all talking and slightly playing pretend. I was about nine years older than Jack and eleven years older than my brother, but I loved spending time with them. Dad clinked his glass to gain everyone’s attention and stood up. Everyone looked over to him and he smiled.

“I’d like to thank everyone for being with us tonight and sharing in our special day.” He started and smiled down at Mom, who was holding his other hand.

“But I still have one more surprise for my two very special girls.” He said. Mom and I both looked at him confused and he motioned for me to come over to him. I stood up and walked next to him.

“Y/N, I know you care for your Mama a lot and I’m so glad you gave us your blessin’ before we even had to ask.” He said and everyone chuckled.

“But I’d like to make everything more official and ask you and your Mama if it’d be alright if I officially became your Daddy and adopted you.” He said and I gasped with tears in my eyes.

“R-Really?” I asked and looked between them.

“Yes really. You’re Mama and I have been talkin’ about it for some time now and I said if we ever got married I’d like to adopt you as my own.” He said and I hugged him tightly.

“Yes! Yes! A million times yes!” I cried, not able to hold in my tears. Dad wrapped his arms around me and gently squeezed me.

“We already started the paperwork incase this day ever came, so we just gotta get a court date and make it offical.” Mom said, standing up. I turned around and hugged her tightly, not realizing I was crying into her dress.

“Thank you, Mom!” I cried and she gently rubbed my back. Dad wrapped us both in a hug and kissed my head.

“Why is Y/N/N crying?” Henry asked and Dad went and picked him up.

“They’re happy tears, buddy.” He said and I pulled back to smile at him and wipe my eyes.

“Very happy tears.” I said and everyone chuckled. This was not only my Mom’s perfect day, it was mine too.

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