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127-mile · 3 years

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Livestream.

Pairing: Jaehyun x gender neutral reader.

Genre: Horror | Angst.

Warnings: Strong language, fear inducing.

Plot: You allowed Johnny to host one of his infamous movie nights at your place, and if the way the movie was filmed is interesting, it starts to look a little too real when Johnny recognizes the car he parked in front of your house.

Word count: +1.5k.

A/N: This is part of the Cliffhanger collab hosted by @nakamotocore | prompt found on @/creativepromptsforwriting. | this is not really scary.

Jaehyun wraps his arms around you, and he puts hin chin on your shoulder, heaving a long desperate sigh. "Why did we think this was a good idea?" he asks and you shrug. "I told you it would be a bad idea to let Johnny have one of his movie nights in our house." you nibble on your lower lip when you see Yuta pushing the coffee table against the wall. "Guys, do you happen to have more blankets?" Haechan asks.

"There are some in the cupboard upstairs." you answer and the young man squeals with delight before sprinting up the stairs. "We have the goods!" Taeyong says as he closes the door behind him, arms filled with snacks and drinks. "Bro, if you drop any of these bottles on the floor, I am going to end you." Jaehyun says and Taeyong shrugs as he puts everything on the ground in the living room.

"Johnny has a bigger television, and a bigger house, why did he even ask in the first place." he mutters and you wish you had an answer to that, but it's Johnny and you stopped trying to understand him a long time ago. "Do not answer any of his calls next month."

"Come on guys, come sit down! I found this incredible movie the other day and I'm sure you'll love it!" Johnny exclaims, and you have no choice but to head for the living room, Jaehyun on your heels. He flops down on the only available armchair and he pulls you on his lap by your wrist. "What are we watching?" Taeil asks from his spot on the ground, eyes half-lidded.

"An horror movie!" Johnny sounds way too excited for what he is about to put everyone through, and you chuckle when Mark whines. "Why do we always have to watch horror movies? I always spend the night trying to protect myself from a creepy serial killer, or from some demon we might have summonded while watching!" even in the dimmed lighted living room, you can see the way his cheeks flush at the laughs that instantly surround him. "Shut up."

"This one is not that scary, I promise." Johnny says as he sits down next to him, either to comfort him during a jump scare, or to scare him even more when he least expects it.

Johnny starts the movie, and at first, it is incredibly hard to focus on whatever is happening on the screen with Jaehyun's hands playing with the hem of your hoodie, his cold fingertips brushing against the skin of your stomach. "Stop it!" you whisper, slapping his hands away, only for him to grin. "Stop talking, I'm trying to watch the movie." he adds in a low voice. Little shit, you think.

"This is boring." Haechan mumbles, and you unfortunately have to agree with him. Usually, 20 minutes in a movie is enough for you to have your dose of hemoglobin for the year, but this time, nothing really happens. The way the camera is used makes it looks like some sort of livestream, and yes, the point of view is interesting, but there is nothing to see but the street the character is walking in.

"Were you trying to bore us to death with this movie?" you ask, and Johnny shakes his head. "I don't understand, this is not even the movie I watched the other day. I probably got them mixed up or something." when he makes no move to grab the remote and change the movie on the website he is currently on, you turn on Jaehyun's lap to nuzzle your face in his neck. Maybe you'll be able to get the hours of sleep you are missing because of work.

"Eh, doesn't this house look familiar to you?" you do not bother trying to find who just spoke, but a long hum can be heard right away. "Yes, it does, that's weird. Maybe the movie was made somewhere we went before." this is clearly not reassuring, but curiosity takes over, and you turn your head to look at the screen. The house does look familiar, and it brings an unpleasant shiver down your spine.

"What the fuck, that's my car!" Johnny suddenly stands up from the couch, nudging Mark who drops the bowl of popcorn on his lap and on the carpet. "Oh dude, watch out!" you are more interested about the mess Mark made than by Johnny's words. "Guys, that's my fucking car, what the fuck?" you roll your eyes when Jaehyun shifts under you. "When did you film that John?" he asks.

"What? But I didn't film anything, what are you talking about?" Johnny almost sounds offended that his own best friend thinks he would be fucked up enough to film something in a deserted street in the middle of the night. "Coming from you, I was expecting a better quality." you add after your boyfriend and Johnny narrows his eyes. "Fuck you!"

"Okay, I get that we caught on your little prank early on, but you don't have to be mean to Y/n." Taeil adds, and to be honest, you are surprised to hear his voice when he has the habit of falling asleep before the movie even starts. "But this is not me! I didn't film this movie! And if I did, how would I have it published on a website?"

You do not have an answer to that question, but when you hear Haechan gasp, you straighten up. "What's wrong?" he opens his mouth a few times, but no sounds come out which is a little worrying as he is known for being pretty loud during movie nights. "Guys."

"There is someone in the street. With a camera." you stand up and Jaehyun follows suit. "What are they doing?" Haechan's head moves from the window, to the television he must be comparing what he is seeing. "They just turned to the house." his voice is barely above a whisper, which makes it hard to hear what he is saying.

"Johnny, if this is one of your jokes, please, make it stop, this is not funny." you say and Johnny shakes his head with vigor. "This is not me, oh my god, how many times to I have to tell you!" he is either an incredible actor, or he is saying the truth, but it is difficult to find out which one is the right answer.

"They are moving."

The living room becomes silent, and all of the eyes turn to the television and indeed, the person is moving. "Johnny, if this is really not you, what happened in the movie you watched?" you ask quickly, and Johnny thinks about it for a moment before opening his mouth. "It started like this one, in a street, filmed like some sort of livestream. The guy found a house, showed the silhouettes moving behind the curtains."

"And? Johnny, what happened next?" you are starting to sound frantic, but you don't even care. You know you should remain calm, to avoid scaring the youngest but it is impossible. Your heart is pounding in your chest, and you wouldn't be surprised to see it jump out of your chest. "He rang the bell." you are going to punch Johnny if he keeps adding suspense to a situation that does not need some fucking suspense. "Someone opened the door and he asked if he could use the phone to call a tow truck."

Jaehyun takes your hand in his when you clench your fist. "Calm down baby." oh, he is so getting punched later. "And he killed everyone." you swallow hard, mouth suddenly dry and if Jaehyun was not behind you, you would have fallen with how bad your legs started to shake. "Johnny, I'm begging you, if this is you, stop everything." this time, this is not you who asked, but Mark, half hidden behind the couch.

You know you should not do it, and yet, you turn your head to the television and your breath hitches in your throat when you see the red-colored door of... of your fucking house. And when you are about to open your mouth, the bell echoes against the walls of the entrance. "Guys..." you whisper and you meet Johnny's gaze. "He knows we are here." he articulates, and you nod, of course he knows.

You let go of Jaehyun's hand, and you walk to the front door, ignoring the pleas of your friends.

"Excuse me, are you here?" the voice comes from outside of the house, and it also comes out of the television although with a second or two of delay. "My car broke down a couple of streets away, could I use your phone? I'll be quick, I promise." you feel bile going up your throat when Taeyong opens his mouth, and even though he whispers the next words, you can hear him as if he had just shouted them right in your ear.

"I didn't lock the door when I came back."

Fuck.

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fruitcoops · 3 years

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Omg can you write about coops going live on instagram and answering TONS of fans questions? And just being domestic and cute together in general

I can, yes! This is partially the 450 celebration--to the lovely person who suggested writing a sequel to one of my favorites, please know that I love and appreciate you! Coop credit goes to @lumosinlove

Check out Part 1 here

“Is it working? I think it’s working.” An explosion of hearts covered the screen and Remus’ eyebrows rose. “Yep, definitely working. Hello, Instagram! I’m Remus Lupin, winger for the Lions.”

“And I’m Sirius Black, center and team captain.” Sirius waved at the phone. “We had a great time answering your questions last month and we figured we’d come back to do it again, since there were so many people we couldn’t get around to in those few minutes.”

“I can already see a bunch coming in. Should we start?” Remus asked, turning to him with a small smile.

“You go first.”

“Alright, first question….” He squinted at the screen. “How long have we been together? We’ve been dating for just over a year now, but we’ve known each other for three-ish.”

Sirius snorted when he read the next question. “What do we do in our free time? It’s cute that you think we have free time. Um, we read a lot. Sometimes I’ll play video games with the guys.”

“If we have a free weekend, we’ll go hiking or take a short road trip. Practice takes up four or five hours a day, so we’re very low-key, which I think surprises people.” Remus scrolled down a bit. “What are our favorite foods?”

“Don’t say it.” Sirius said immediately. “Don’t you dare.”

“Fine, fine.” Just as Sirius began to answer, he coughed, “pineapple pizza.”

“No!” Sirius smacked Remus on the arm with a pillow as he laughed. “Menace. My favorite food is pasta, because it’s versatile and I’m not a heathen. All of you who are agreeing with him, stop it right now. I’m very disappointed in your tastebuds. Next question…do either of us cook? We do, yeah.”

Remus gave him a look. “Do you, though?”

“That’s a funny thing to hear coming from the man who said he’d die for one of my grilled cheeses yesterday,” Sirius countered.

“Fair point. Yes, we both cook, but I generally do it more often because I enjoy it.”

Sirius looked back at the camera with sad eyes. “He kicked me out of the kitchen last week.”

“You kept stealing bites of soup!” Remus laughed. “It wasn’t even done, you could have gotten salmonella!”

“You can’t get salmonella from soup,” Sirius scoffed. The comment section went wild. “…apparently you can. Huh.”

“Next question, before we get too off-track. Who is the more dramatic one?” Remus folded his hands and rested his chin on top. “I’m giving you three guesses and the first two don’t count.”

Sirius rolled his eyes. “You’re plenty dramatic.”

“Uh-huh, sure.”

“Moving on! Oooo, this one is for me specifically.” He shifted closer, wrapping an arm around Remus’ waist as he read. “Sirius: does Regulus—you spelled that wrong by the way, there’s only one ‘g’—does Regulus still live with you? If yes, how does that work?”

“I’m telling him someone spelled his name wrong,” Remus said as he pulled his phone out of his pocket. “He’ll get a kick out of it.”

“He’ll be so pissed,” Sirius agreed. “Nope, Reg moved out a few months ago and now lives with Pascal Dumais, but it was really neat to have him around. He’s still got a room here and it was nice spending so much time with him after we didn’t talk for a while. He’s awful about vacuuming, though.”

“Aw, people think that’s cute.” Remus smiled as he read the responses. “Ohoho, people are getting nosy. What do we argue about the most?”

“I’m not sure, actually. Maybe chores?”

“I was going to say practice time. We’ve gotten into a couple tiffs about watching tape or running drills after we get home.”

“That’s true.” Sirius frowned at the screen. “For those of you who apparently think that’s all one-sided: it’s really not.”

“He came downstairs to get me at ten or eleven at night the other day. We’re both hockey nerds, so it happens from time to time.”

“Are we going to keep doing tiktoks? Oh, for sure, they’re a ton of fun.”

“Absolutely. Where else am I going to get the inspiration to glue things shut just to irritate him?”

Sirius shook his head with a smile. “Diablotin.”

“Nothing like being called a gremlin by your fiancé,” Remus laughed, tapping the screen. “Okay…who’s the best in bed?”

“I’d say we both sleep really well,” Sirius said. “You talk sometimes, which is really funny.”

Remus glanced over. “Do I really?”

“Yep. I think you were grocery shopping the other night. You kept saying orange juice very adamantly.”

“Interesting. I agree, though, we both value sleep.”

“There are too many questions!” Sirius scooted forward and sifted through them. “To jay-mac 2001, we both love kids and might have some in a few years. No, mermaid queen, we don’t really have friends outside of hockey because we don’t have lives outside of hockey—” Remus leaned his forehead on Sirius’ shoulder as he laughed. “—but I’m sure that will change someday. Oh, here’s a fun one: what are our love languages?”

“Our what?”

“Love languages. Like the Buzzfeed quiz Pots made us take last week.” The screen lit up and Sirius looked offended. “Of course we know what Buzzfeed is! We’re 25, you fuckers!”

“I think mine was quality time.”

Sirius pulled Remus’ arm further around his shoulders and leaned into his side with a smile. “It’s physical affection,” he singsonged, making him laugh. “Your turn.”

“Have you finally found your song?” Remus read aloud. “I think so! We did an interview a while back and there was a question about our ‘couple song’, which we didn’t have at the time.”

“That didn’t answer the question, sweetheart.”

“Oh! Shit, sorry. It’s La Vie En Rose by Edith Piaf.”

Sirius read the next question and snorted. “This is convenient. Who swears more?”

Remus looked away. “It’s, uh, a tie.”

“That’s such a lie.”

He sighed. “It’s probably me.”

“You taught a literal baby to swear.” Sirius turned back to the camera with a wicked grin. “Harry’s first word was ‘Loops’, but his second was ‘shit’ and there’s an eighty percent chance he learned it from Re.”

“Changing the subject!” Remus cleared his throat, then smiled. “Aw, I like this one. What’s the compliment you get most often from your partner?”

“Does it have to be verbal?”

“Sirius.”

Sirius’ eyes went wide. “Not like that! Oh, fuck, I did not mean that! You always touch my hair, so I figured that was a compliment. Merde.”

Remus shook his head. “We need a supervisor again. Anyways, you talk about my freckles all the time and it’s adorable.”

“You’re adorable.”

“Sap.”

“Yeah.” Sirius kissed his cheek. “What’s the best date I’ve ever been on? We went ice skating at the local rink a few weeks ago and it was so much fun. I had never done that before.”

Remus’ eyebrows rose. “I thought for sure you would say the aquarium.”

“The aqu—oh, right! With the jellyfish arch!”

“Yeah!”

“Now it’s a tie, I can’t decide.”

“That’s fair. From spaceman93: who tops? We actually don’t have a bunk bed, though that would be cool as hell! Do you think Ikea sells them?”

“We should check.”

The screen exploded into activity again and Remus did a double-take. “Yes, we do buy our furniture from Ikea, there’s no need to sound so shocked. This person—I can’t read your username, sorry—wants to know which of us is more cuddly.”

“Definitely me,” Sirius said.

“For sure. I like cuddling people, but only a select few. I mean, I’m assuming you guys saw the Cap cuddles slideshow at our last game.” He laughed when Sirius turned pink. “Why are you embarrassed? It was cute!”

“There’s a hashtag now!” Sirius complained. “I have a reputation.” Remus rolled his eyes fondly as Sirius looked for the next question. “Ha! Do we ever get jealous?”

“Yes, but not for the reasons people might think.”

Sirius laughed quietly. “We went out to a bar for Kasey’s birthday a month or so ago—”

“Oh, please no.”

“—and a young lady was hitting on me, not taking the hint—”

“Jesus.”

“—so Re comes out of nowhere and kisses me full on the mouth in front of everyone.” He snickered and Remus hid his face in his hands. “It was kinda hot, not gonna lie. Really funny looking back, though. Your turn, sweetheart.”

“Who is clumsier? Ooh, we’re both disasters off the ice. I tripped over the carpet about twenty minutes ago.”

“I’ve run into every doorframe in this house at least twice.” Sirius grimaced. “If I could just tape my skates to my feet and always be on ice, that would be much safer.”

Remus cocked his head to the side. “I dunno, it would be hard to sleep in them.”

“I do that all that time.”

“That’s true, you take a nap in the hall at least once a week in full gear.”

“Reverse Edward Scissorhands.” They had to take a moment to stop laughing before Sirius turned back to the phone. “Mon dieu. Alright, what do we have next…when did you know I was ‘the one’? When did you know, mon amour?”

“Breaking out the nicknames, very snazzy,” Remus teased as he rested his chin on his hand. “I think it was just an accumulation of things, and then one day I went ‘oh shit’ and just knew. Sometime around New Year’s, maybe?”

“You only made it two months?” Sirius teased, nudging him lightly.

“Shush, you.” Remus nudged him back. “I knew I wanted to propose when I came home from hanging out with Leo and you were napping with the dog. You had done the dishes and left Avatar on so we could watch it together, and I opened the door and knew that I wanted that moment forever.”

Sirius smile was unbearably soft, and he kissed Remus on the cheek as hearts filled the comments section. “I’ve never seen so many keysmashes in my life,” he laughed when he looked back to it. “Hey, someone addressed one to you specifically.”

“Really?” He leaned forward eagerly. “To Remus, do you feel like part of the team yet? I do, a hundred percent! It helped that I was close with a lot of the guys from being the PT, so those friendships carried over really well. Being a player on the roster has only made that better and it’s the best job in the world.”

“Who has the better smile? We’re going to say each other, so I think we’ll leave that one to the comments—fuck, that was a bad idea, it’s moving too fast for me to read!” Sirius tapped the screen desperately, then gave up and waited for the scrolling to slow down. “Ask each other one question you’ve always wanted to know the answer to.”

“Do you actually want to get your ears pierced?” Remus asked. “You talked about it a while ago but I wasn’t sure if you were kidding.”

Sirius thought for a minute, biting his lip. “Y’know, I might. It was one of those things where it started as a joke and then I kept thinking about it. I’m not sure, hockey’s not the best sport to have things that can catch and tear.” They both winced at the idea. “My turn. What is it about pineapple pizza that you actually enjoy?”

“It annoys you.” Remus laughed as Sirius rolled his eyes. “I’m kidding, I’m kidding! I honestly don’t know why I like it so much. There’s something about the sweetness that goes so well with the regular pizza taste. Okay, last question for me: how many freckles do I have? Not many right now.”

“So many in the summer,” Sirius said dreamily. “That’s the best part of summertime and the only reason I like Florida. They might have bouncy ice, but it’s worth it to see the freckles pop.”

“Whew, Florida’s getting mad in the comments!” Remus grinned. “Get some real ice, then come talk to us.”

“Final question, then we really have to go. What does your partner look best in?” Sirius drummed his fingers on his knees. “His jersey. Or my jersey. He does own a pair of skinny jeans, though, and that was the closest thing to a religious experience I’ve ever had.”

“They’re comfortable.” Remus shrugged, but he looked rather self-satisfied. “That’s all we have time for, folks, but thanks for joining us!”

“Go Lions!”

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brookewritesyk · 3 years

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───── 𝐑𝐞𝐮𝐧𝐢𝗼𝐧 ─────

𝐈𝐓 𝐇𝐀𝐒 𝐁𝐄𝐄𝐍 𝐘𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐒 since the Goodmans family last saw Charlie-Rose. Charlie was always a very pretty girl or female as Martin would say. Since a young age, she's had the aspiration to become an actress. Not because of the fame and wealth that came with it if she made it big, unlike most people.

You may be wondering who are the Goodmans? The Goodmans were a family of 4 and Jonny Goodman was her best friend up until near the end of high school when she had to move. Deep down Charlie knew she always felt something for Jonny that was more than just friendship. That explains why she is sitting in a taxi with nerves coursing through her.

She was going to see the Goodmans again.

───── 𝐀𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐆𝗼𝗼𝐝𝗺𝐚𝐧'𝐬 𝐡𝗼𝐮𝐬𝐞 ─────

"For someone who doesn't stop going on about formula 1 your surprisingly shit at driving," Adam commented getting out of Jonny's car. "Like seriously no control of the vehicle."

"No control of the vehicle?" Jonny repeated offended. Then the car alarm went off and Adam gave Jonny the I-told-you-so look.

Whilst continuing bickering they walked towards their parents' front door and they noticed it was left open.

"Why is the door open?" Adam asked puzzled.

Not answering, Jonny went and fully opened the door to find Wilson, their neighbour's dog sitting on the carpet.

"Hello", Jim, the neighbour said slightly surprised whilst coming out of the bathroom and to see Adam and Jonny were there.

"Uhh hi Jim," Adam said but it sounded like a question as he was getting more confused.

"Jonny?" He asked unsurely and slightly tilting his head.

"I'm Adam," Adam replied getting annoyed.

"I'm Jonny.." The younger brother said dumbfoundedly.

"Why are you..." Adam trailed off.

"Hmm?" Jim mumbled trying to avoid answering the question.

"Nothing." Adam sighed knowing he wouldn't get an answer.

Cautiously, Jim went to pick up Wilson's lead and flinching while the brothers looked at each other confused and bewildered. Then Jim went through the boys to leave.

"Right.." Adam said whilst closing the door. "That wasn't strange."

Still confused, they went through the house to find their parents in the garage.

"Hi, mum." Jonny greeted blankly.

"Hi." The older brother sang.

"Hi boys," Jackie responded distractedly.

"What are you doing in the garage?" Jonny asked.

"We're having a clear-out," Jackie explained now looking at the boys.

"Don't you mean what's Jim doing in our loo?" Adam joked whilst smiling.

"Martin you do know the boys are here, say 'hello'," Jackie told Martin and not answering the question.

"What?" Martin asked pointing to his hearing aid then turned around and said: "Oh hello bambinos."

"No top tonight?" Jonny jokingly asked.

"He's boiling," Jackie said.

"I'm boiling," Martin said louder thinking that Jonny didn't hear Jackie,

"Well, you're going to have to put a top on soon as we have a guest coming." Jackie reminded Martin whilst pointing to his naked chest. Then they all went to the kitchen.

Both of the boys groaned they didn't like guests coming over on a Friday night. "Why didn't you tell us there was going to be a bloody guest!" Adam complained.

"Because it's a surprise!" Jackie explained excitedly.

"So who is it?" Jonny asked whilst opening the fridge getting the whipped cream and squirting it directly into his mouth.

"Stop eating cream, its an old family friend." Jackie hinted vaguely whilst smiling wickedly and started to stir the soup.

"Well, that wasn't vague," Adam smirked sarcastically and eating bread.

"So when is Lily coming?" Martin asked from coming downstairs finally having a shirt on.

"Lily?" Asked Adam and Jonny at the same time.

"Lily? No, its Charlie. Charlie-Rose Evans." Jackie reminded her husband annoyed.

"Wait, Charlie-Rose is coming here?" Jonny asked shocked and slightly blushing.

"Yes I got in touch with her on Tuesday and I invited her over for dinner," Jackie explained.

"The Charlie-Rose Evans is coming over, the one Pissface had a massive crush on?" Adam said excitedly knowing he could take the piss out of him for the night.

"Used too, in year 10 before she had to move to Paris," Jonny defended "Plus I've got a girlfriend, Allison."

"That's never been proved," Adam stated.

"You're just jealous that I have a girlfriend," Jonny argued.

"Yes, I'm jealous that you have a girlfriend which you share with another man." Adam sarcastically agreed.

"Simon is not her boyfriend!" Jonny huffed.

Then the door went.

"Oh my God, that will be her!" Jackie exclaimed whilst excitingly clapping her hands and rushing to the front door.

"Hello, Char- Oh hi Jim," Jackie said disappointed. "IT'S NOT CHARLIE EVERYONE, IT NOT CHARLIE!" Jackie loudly informed everyone and turning her head down the hall then turned her attention back to Jim who was trying to spray breath mints but played it off as glasses cleaner.

"Nice and shiny," Jim commented whilst fastly whipping his glasses with a cloth.

"Right, sorry Jim what do you need?" Jackie asked fake smiling.

"Yes I was wondering if you had any soy sauce, I ran out and need some for my ice-cream," Jim explained while trying to stroke Wilson but flinching away.

"Ok, Jonny!" Jackie called.

"What mum?" Jonny asked annoyed walking up behind his mum.

"Could you get the soy sauce from the cupboard?" Jackie asked disturbed.

"Sure." Jonny agreed yet confused so he went to the kitchen and grabbed the sauce and lazily gave it to Jim then went back in the living room.

Then the door went again.

"I swear to God if that's Jim-" Jackie muttered whilst opening the door again to realise it wasn't Jim it was Charlie-Rose. "Oh, hello love! Aww, it's been ages how are you and how was Paris?" She asked excitedly.

"Hi, Jackie I'm doing great! Paris was magnifique. In my apartment, I had a perfect view of the Effiel Tower but it's good to be back home." Charlie explained cheerfully.

"That sounds amazing." Jackie tutted happily and guided Charlie through to the living room. "Boys guess who's here!"

"The lady strangler?" Adam joked thinking it was Jim as he was focused on his phone.

"Horrible Adam! No look." Jackie insisted.

"Oh my-" Jonny breathed shocked.

Charlie had long flowing brunette hair and hazel eyes which complemented her perfect pale skin. She was wearing minimalistic makeup and an off-white leather jacket and a white dress with blue vines on it.

"Hi, Pusface." Charlie joked smiling.

"Great that's still stuck." Adam mumbled, "Hey Paris hows it been?"

"It's been going good and original nickname. Quick question do you write jingles now?" Charlie asked unsurely.

"Uhhh yeah how did you know?" Adam asked caught off guard.

"Right I thought it was one of yours as I heard one in a cafe in Paris." She explained.

"Wow, the shit composer made it all the way to Paris." Jonny joked "H-hi Charlie.." Greeted shyly by Jonny who forgot Charlie was actually there.

"Still haven't matured have we Pissface?" You teased going in for a hug.

"You know I haven't." Jonny laughed returning the hug.

Suddenly, Charlie-Rose started to kiss both of Jonny's cheeks which caused Jonny to blush furiously and Charlie pulled away and quickly said: "Oh my God I'm so sorry I forgot in Paris you-"

"Don't worry about it." Jonny comforted rubbing her arm.

Then Martin walked in, not wearing a top again.

"Martin," Jackie moaned.

"But Jackie, oh hello, Bambina!" Martin happily greeted and surprisingly hugged her.

"Who knew dad was capable of emotions," Adam said amused.

"Yeah who knew?" Jonny laughed.

"So how was Italy?" Martin asked pulling away and fiddling with his hearing aid.

"Italy?" Jackie asked.

"Italy?" Adam asked as well at the same time as his mum but louder.

"Yeah, she went to Italy didn't she?" Martin asked in clarification.

"Umm no I went to Paris, you know France," Charlie explained perplexed.

"Oh right," Martin said nodding.

"Sorry about that love, so how is the acting thing going?" Jackie asked intrigued whilst sitting down on the sofa along with everyone else.

"It's going well I've been in a few adverts here and there but still just looking for auditions," Charlie explained, happy and surprised that she remembered.

"Aww, little Charlie-Rose is a celebrity," Jackie said with pure excitement.

"Well not yet." Charlie joked while smirking.

"Charlie-Rose?" Martin said

"Yes?" She replied sweetly turning around to face him.

"Any males?" Martin asked.

"Males?" Charlie looked at Adam and Jonny confused.

"Have you been seeing a guy," Jackie explained rolling her eyes at Martin.

"Oh umm, not at the moment no." She said slightly sad.

"Are you a homosexual?" Martin asked.

"Dad!" Adam moaned.

"What? She's a pretty female if she hasn't got a male she must have a female." Martin logically explained

"No I-I'm not gay just haven't found the right guy yet," Charlie answered.

"If that's the case I could set you up with-" Jackie started to offer until Jonny protectively declared, "Mum set me and Adam up all you like with someone but not Charlie."

"Rather protective for someone who's got a girlfriend," Adam commented snidely. "Oh sorry, you don't as she doesn't exist." He corrected himself.

"Shut up Pusface, she does exist and she's amazing!" Jonny exclaimed a bit too defensively.

"Boys enough we have a bloody guest!" Jackie shouted at them "Sorry about them sweetie come through to dinner."

In the midst of it all, Charlie-Rose's heart sank at the idea of her best friend being with someone who wasn't her.

───── 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐃𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐫 ─────

"So where should I sit?" Charlie asked as Martin sat next to Jackie.

"Oh, you can sit next to Martin or Adam." Jackie offered using her knife to point to the empty seats.

"Ok great." She replied happily and sat next to Martin who was eating his roast.

"Jackie?" Martin said.

"Hmmm.." Jackie responded

"This is a lovely bit of squirrel." Martin calmly stated then bursts out in hysterics along with Jackie.

After calming down Jackie asked looking over at Jonny, "So are you going to tell me why she couldn't come tonight?"

"Hmmm?" Jonny asked back in response and carried on eating.

"Allison?" Jackie rolled her eyes getting frustrated.

"You know your pretend girlfriend." Adam mock informed Jonny.

"I'm not having the conversation with you right now," Jonny said looking at Jackie dead in the eye.

"Why not, has something happened?" Jackie whined disappointed.

"As I haven't seen Charlie in at least 5 years and I don't really want to talk about my girlfriend while she's here and make her uncomfortable," Jonny explained thoughtfully.

"Awww, Jonny-boo fine but only tonight." Jackie cooed

"Thank you!" Jonny sighed. "So what else did you get up into Paris?" Jonny asked trying to change the subject as quickly as possible.

"Well I went up the Eiffel Tower which was fun, did a Coco Channel advert and I went to the Louvre." Charlie listed.

"Is that the museum that takes like 3 days to see it all of it?" Marin asked.

"Yeah, it was long but definitely worth it." You told Martin.

───── 𝐂𝐫𝐢𝗺𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐂𝐫𝐮𝗺𝐛𝐥𝐞 ─────

"Crimble crumble!" Jackie said excitedly.

"That crumble looks dry, good thing we've got water." Jonny suspiciously commented.

"What?" Charlie asked confused but in response, Jonny just did the hush symbol at her and he repeated: "Nothing I'm just saying luckily we have water."

"Oh, I know what you have done!" Adam said pointing at him and took Jonny's glass and drank from it and quickly realised "You put salt in your cup!"

"Oh my god, you still do that!" Charlie said after recovering from her fit of laughter.

"Yep." They both said in unison but in different tones.

───── 𝐋𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫 ─────

Whilst walking out of the Goodman residence Jonny stopped and looked at Charlie and said: "I really missed you."

"I missed you too," Charlie-Rose replied.

Then Jonny went in to hug her and murmured in her ear "Please come over again next week."

Smiling she said "Of course"

#jonny goodman #friday night dinner #adam goodman #x reader #e4 #channel 4

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seaswalllow · 3 years

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okay so letters from l'manberg did Not get posted, but let's run west did so! i'm giving that to y'all instead. pounded out ~2.5k words and this is the result for a songfic competition :P

inspired by west by radical face

link to the ao3 fic in the notes

“You know,” Tommy grouses, “I can't see a thing with my hair all in my eyes.” Tubbo just laughs at him, while Niki hides a gentle smile behind her hands.

Jack rolls upright, and the crown of foxgloves tilts dangerously. There's a very dangerous way to how he’s puffing out a chest, a suggestion of I’m about to enter this argument and win and you’re not going to like it.

Eret has a sixth sense for when this trouble starts brewing, it seems. They scoot backwards, minding the cape slung haphazardly over their shoulder, and bump Niki to do the same, out of the line of fire.

“See, this is why short hair is superior. Your hair’s a sanitary hazard- actually, just a hazard all around.”

“You’re a hazard all around,” Tommy snaps back. He pushes the hair out of his eyes- and grumbles as it flops back in. This time, the titters around the group echo louder. Eret has the grace, at least, to hide their laugh behind their hand.

Tommy rounds on the nearest offender; Niki, as it happens, and backpedals as quickly as he starts when he sees the set to her hip. That’s a straight ticket to one of Niki’s I’m not mad, I’m disappointed, really, you can do better lectures and Tubbo still hasn’t let him live down nearly crying after that lecture. She's terrifying, okay? She’s terrifying, and he’s not ashamed to say that. (He’s told her that exactly once; she had laughed gently as she’d drawn a warm loaf of bread out of the furnace. She hadn’t contradicted him, though. So: no thank you.)

Jack is next in his line of fire.

“What’re you laughing at? ‘least I’ve got hair to impress the ladies with- oh, have you seen Tommy Innit’s hairs? luscious, luscious locks, look, healthier than me!”

“The ladies like my hair,” Jack protests. “Makes him right spiffy, they do say, right spiffy and proper; that Tommy Innit looks like a hooligan who’s just crawled out of the woods. Jack Manifold- now that’s a man of esteem and grace.

“Esteem, grace, oh what lovely qualities,” Tommy parrots back in a voice pitched four tones too high. “They look at you and say oh my, where has his honour gone? He’s got none, just a patchy head of fuzz and glasses that look like they’ve just been dug out of the bin-”

“You take that back- these glasses are top of the line-” Jack’s hauling himself up, and Tommy’s squaring his shoulders, and Tubbo’s laughing hard enough to be doubled over in the grass, despite the gentle shove from Niki and the cautious look from Eret. He’ll get to Tubbo next- it’s not like his hair is much better, kept out of his eyes only by sheer force of will.

They get to about three steps within each other when Wilbur's voice cuts through the argument.

“What's all this, then?” Tubbo's still choking down his laughter, and Jack's sputtering something about high tech, and they’re all really being incredibly useless, so Tommy asserts himself as the loudest. (And most correct. Obviously.)

“Jack Manifold is insulting the honour of my hair,” he proclaims, drawing himself up. Chest out, shoulders back, head high- just like they were taught.

Wilbur must notice this, because he musses Tommy’s hair gently, not a minute later. Or maybe it’s to prove a point, because it falls back over his eyes, to Wilbur's laugh. Traitor.

“There's enough here to make a shag carpet, Tommy. I don't know if he’s wrong.”

Tommy folds his arms, and- okay, he doesn’t pout. He just… lets his face settle into something more disgruntled.

“I've had bigger things on my mind. things like incredibly important-” incredibly important wars, he realizes he was going to say, moments before the words spill out of his mouth. There’s a line of tension in Eret’s shoulders where there wasn’t before.

He clamps his mouth shut.

“I’ve just been busy, and so have you, and you’re the only one who knows how to get our trim decently,” he finishes.

Around Wilbur's eyes, the exhaustion softens.

“C’mon, Tommy.” Wilbur gestures to a nearby chair, dragged out to the shade. “Sit down, we’ll trim it up to something more respectable.”

Tommy squints at him. He's not sure if the effect comes across the same way, obscured as it is. Which- may be proving Wilbur’s point. Damn it.

Begrudgingly, he slinks over to the chair of shame, letting his steps fall a bit heavier. Niki pats his knee gently, while Eret calls over to Wilbur. “You might need to do Tubbo’s next. goat boy’s going to start bumping into things.”

“I’ll just go around the circle,'' Wilbur laughs. “We all need a little trim and care.”

Reaching up to poke at the curls hanging around Wilbur's face, Tommy arches an eyebrow. “Are you planning to cut your own hair?”

Wilbur waves a hand, before he takes up his position behind Tommy. His fingers are gentle as he sorts through the long mess, a soft snick echoing as he starts cutting away at it.

It's a familiar sound, and Tommy lets himself relax as Wilbur continues combing through the tangles.

“It’s not the first time I would've done that. I can take care of myself too.”

“Doubtful,” Tommy huffs at the same time as Eret murmurs. “That's what they all say, don’t they?”

Wilbur pauses in his actions. Tommy darts a peek at Eret underneath his hair. Niki and Tubbo, engrossed in their debate with Jack, aren’t paying too much attention, but niki sends a fleeting, if concerned look, their way.

They’re technically not wrong. Wilbur can roll his shoulders back and step with military, practiced precision, and it won’t hide the bruises under his eyes that grow by day.

It won’t hide the ever-lengthening shadows on his face, the ink-stains on his fingers that never seem to wash out.

But if Wilbur says not to worry about it- well. There's already a lot on their plate. He knows what he’s doing.

(Right?)

(Right.)

So Tommy squares his shoulders and grins at Eret. “He's a disaster, isn’t he?”

Eret hardly smiles at that. Niki, Jack, Tubbo- they’re all listening now. Tubbo meets his eyes, and sits up fully, rolling his eyes. Silently, Tommy thanks prime.

“There’s a saying about glass houses,” he begins, and Tommy splutters, retracting any and all thanks.

“Oh, don’t you go pulling out the wise shit on me now- I’ll have you know I’m the best around here at-”

“At raising the disaster rates? Yes, yes you are.”

“You’re lucky I'm stuck on this chair,” Tommy points threateningly at Tubbo. “when I’m off of it-”

Tubbo simply pulls out a sword with the same shit-eating grin. “You’ll give me the beating stick?”

“You’ll wish you had the beating stick.” With that lovely parting line, he sticks out his tongue, only to immediately hiss and spit into the grass to the side. Jack cackles.

“Shouldn’t have opened your mouth while your bird’s nest was getting cut!”

“Oh, you-” Wilbur clamps a hand on Tommy's shoulder. He stills immediately.

“Stop wriggling. Your hair doesn’t need to get any worse.”

Tommy narrows his eyes in Wilbur's general direction, but he does settle down. The tension’s dissipated- somewhat, at least. They should be okay.

(Later, he’ll look back. He’ll wonder what Eret saw before them; he’ll wonder if it was the sleepless nights, or the way that Wilbur shies away from a blade outside of dinners and nights reserved for haircuts. He'll wonder if it’s the ashes of letters that pile, and pile.

He’ll wonder if that’s what scared Eret away, and goaded him into lacing the very ground that they had rolled in a play fight on just days earlier.

When he hears it was never meant to be, he’ll wonder if it was a threat. Later, he’ll understand it was the writing littered on crumbling walls. But for now, they sit, and they laugh, on the home that they built.)

ii.

There is, quite simply put, too much happening.

Tubbo sits to his side, kicking his feet over the ledge; Tommy’s insisted they both sit by a railing to hold onto, one of the few that they’ve diverted Wilbur's attention from.

Below them, the ravine buzzes.

Techno is not in the farm- hasn’t been for a bit, in fact. This is the first they’ve seen him around Pogtopia in days.

He's facing Wilbur, in the far corner. Tommy doesn’t take his eyes off of him, while Tubbo nudges him, attention elsewhere.

“Fundy’s arguing with Quackity in the corner,” he mutters. “Think they know something about the Schlatt situation?”

Tommy spares the two a quick look. Fundy's ears are pinned flat against his head; quackity’s eyes are obscured by his sunglasses, but even his printed smile seems strained.

“Could be worth checking out,” Tubbo presses.

“I’m more worried about whatever those two have going on in the corner,” Tommy says tersely. “Wilbur’s not in his right fucking mind as is- and Techno’s not good fucking company.”

“nobody here is,” Tubbo replies, and doesn’t elaborate.

Which is. just fucking great, honestly. Everybody here is either stressed out of their mind, scared out of their mind, or both. This is fine. This is fine.

He forces out a noisy breath that does nothing to calm his racing heart.

“It won’t matter in a few hours,” Tubbo finally adds. “The waiting’s the worst part.”

Tommy forces the image of Tubbo staring down the crossbow, waiting, out of his head, and folds his arms.

“It’s the aftermath that sucks the most, innit?”

“Not really. By then, it’s happened. You can’t change it. There’s no what-ifs. You just move forward. You can’t move while you’re waiting.”

Can they stop with the fucking metaphors?

He works his jaw free from where he’s clenched it tight enough to crack a tooth.

“Think Schlatt’s going to pussy out of it?”

“No.”

Of course it can’t be that easy.

Tubbo leans back, mindful of the bandages winding up his arms. He keeps an ear tilted towards Tommy.

“It depends on how much we corner him,” he amends.

“If he can run to preserve himself? He will. If it’s a last stand? He’ll take us down with him.”

Plant his feet and lower his head for the charge. Great. Just what they fucking need, with Wilbur ready to plant the button, and a trigger-happy anarchist.

Is this how Wilbur felt? ready to scream ‘til his voice cracked, as it kept piling? Tubbo, as schlatt got louder and angrier?

He hates it, honestly.

“Great. So we don’t give him a chance to do either.”

“Easier said than done.” There’s a thoughtfulness to Tubbo’s voice. “Doable, though. The night of- you didn’t see him. If Wilbur’s a mess… Schlatt’s not better.”

Tommy cuts a sideways look. Tubbo's still staring down, not a single emotion escaping the neutrality he’s plastered across his expression.

They’ve all gotten rather good at their masks. Some more than others.

“Hardly coherent. Passed out on the speech he was writing.”

Making a face, Tommy scoots back to fold his legs upon the ledge as well.

“That place sounded like it reeked. It lingered on you for ages.”

“You get used to it,” Tubbo replies. “You get used to a lot of things.”

Down below, someone’s raised their voice. Judging by the stuttering speech- they both swing to look as Wilbur’s voice bounces off of the walls.

A summons, then.

“Time already?”

“Techno said he had something to show us, before… before.”

Tubbo’s expression doesn’t change. Tommy doesn’t need it to, as he watches Tubbo’s ears carefully press against his head before forcibly relaxing again.

He makes sure he steps first into the vault.

Takes the first step towards Schlatt.

(it still doesn’t matter in the end.

it was never meant to be, a sovereign once said.

Tommy’s beginning to think it was an apology.)

iii.

“You know,” Tubbo says. “This would be L'manberg's last life.” He laughs a little as he says this; Tommy can't bring himself to laugh with him, the words sour on his tongue.

They've always held themselves differently.

Tubbo laughs even as he aches, shrugs it off while he bleeds.

Tommy rages, and he rages loudly. He grieves- though he grieves quieter, holds on to his hurt tight enough to bleed.

They have that in common, he guesses.

“You sound like you're already burying it,” he settles on. Tubbo slants a sideways look at him. The fringe of hair curling around his face isn't obscuring his eyes yet; Tommy catches every sharp thought flicking through Tubbo's eyes, and a few that he doesn't know how to read yet.

(This concept of unfamiliarity sits awkwardly in his hands; he's not sure how to hold its weight, so he sets it aside. He can't help but pick at the splinters that it leaves behind.)

“I'm preparing to,” he says simply. He doesn't have to say why. The angel's shadow hangs heavy on their doorstep. So efficient. So practiced. The memory of building their country's coffin lies engraved in their muscles. They sing its funeral hymn in their sleep.

“You're killing it before it's had a chance.”

Tubbo doesn't answer.

A whetstone passes over the sword glittering in his lap once, then twice more. Tommy turns back towards the grid hanging over them.

“Like Schlatt? Or like Wilbur?” Tommy flinches, unexpectedness slamming bodily into shame, a full-body reaction that unbalances him from where he's kicking his feet over the dock's edge; he pulls himself back.

Out of neglect, or out of fear? Do you think it’s because I never understood what L'manberg stood for to us, not like you did? Or because I was too afraid to hope, and look what that did to us, Tubbo doesn't say- or maybe Tommy's just filling in the blanks with fear and a memory of two exiles.

Maybe Tubbo really does just sound tired. Maybe they're all just tired. He swallows hard, and this time reaches out first, to bump Tubbo on the shoulder.

He forces out a breath, and forces them out of his head.

“You were better than either of those two bastards ever were.” Tubbo only raises an eyebrow at him.

He doesn't argue, though, and so they sit. Axe at Tommy's side, sword in Tubbo's hands.

At midnight, the angel's- the blood god's- the smiling god's- hounds bay, a resounding death knell. At midnight, the angel's wings darken their skies.

“It’s not- it’s not dawn,” Tommy shouts to empty air. Around them, the streets murmur, crescendoing to a wail as a wither, then another, then another barrels through their streets. “It’s too early! This isn’t fair!”

It’s too early.

They hadn’t said good-bye.

“This is war, Tommy,” the skies tell him. (At least they graced him with a reply, the tone suggests.) “War isn’t fair.”

None of this is fair. None of it was meant to be, none of it will be.

At dawn, the sun finds them at the bottom of L'manberg's grave.

(What do you do with a country taking its last breath?

You bury it where it can’t hurt.)

#dream smp #kit writes #tommyinnit #tubbo #wilbur soot #eret #nihachu #jack manifold #this fic was like. painful. im used to short oneshots not extended fics but i hope yall enjoy LOLOLOL #let's run west

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Gateway Drug | Part Seventy-Six

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I glance over as Emi starts on God, seeing her absentmindedly fumble with her cross as Mick listens intently, a small smile coming to my face.

She's as enthusiastic about her beliefs as I am. It's a little more comforting having someone around that's on the same page as I am.

That is until Nikki gets tired of hearing her go on and on about Christ.

It's probably giving him flashbacks of conversations with Vanity.

"Can you shut the fuck up?!" He yells back here to her, and she abruptly stops, looking at him.

"Sixx, you're not even back here, just mind your own business." Mick boldly replies, too tired to fight about it.

"What did you just say to me?" He cuts his eyes sharply.

"He said mind your own business! It's not our fault your blood starts boiling and combusts into flames anytime someone mentions God! Shut up and deal with it and stop being a little bitch!" I state and he glares at me.

A Jack Daniel's bottle is hurtling my way in no time, and I duck, causing it to hit Mick and Emi, soaking them in Jack.

"Fuck you!" Nikki yells at me. "And you know what?! If God is so real why doesn't he just strike us out of the sky right fucking now?!"

This sends Emi into a frenzy, grabbing her crucifix, praying, while Tommy and Vince join in on further terrorizing her, dropping their pants, along with Nikki, while they all shout on about how God needs to suck their dicks.

I'd be offended if I knew God was. He's more than likely just looking down at them, shaking his head, wondering why he decided to create them in the first place when all they're doing is wasting their lives on booze, used pussy, and any drugs they can get their hands on.

All the sudden, Tommy disappears into the pilots cabin, and within seconds we're doing a barrel roll, making Emi start screaming and crying.

Once we get level, I'm taking a few deep breaths before coming to my feet.

"Vivian." Fred scolds me, knowing what's coming, but I ignore him, marching to Nikki, Vince and Tommy, punching them both in the back of the head as hard as I can before slapping Vince with the same energy, Fred and Doc getting in the way before they can come back at me.

"Fucking bitch!" Nikki barks at me.

"Heard that one too many times, it's starting to bore me!" I bite back as Doc pulls me to the back of the plane.

"See how boring my fingers around your neck are gonna be when I get ahold of you again!" He yells after me, Fred shoving him into a seat.

"Maybe you'll kill me this time and do us both a favor!" I reply.

"We have a gun at home just put it in your mouth and fire a-fucking-way!"

"I would if I didn't know it'd make you so freaking happy, you sick junkie!"

"God forbid you do anything to make me happy!"

"I sacrificed my dancing and my schooling to make you happy!" I throw at him.

"You threw out your chance to go to school and do what you were passionate about for me when I never even wanted you to do that! I wanted you to go to school, I wanted you to keep dancing but you didn't because you were too much of a pussy to leave 'cause you thought I'd break up with you!"

"And we see where that fucking got me, don't me?! Married to a sick man who has no qualms about screwing his wife's best friend for over a year in the house he bought for her, in the bed they share!"

"If that sick man didn't marry such a selfish, evil, farm fresh cunt from hell he wouldn't have felt the need to step out on her!"

"You stepped out on me for drug love!"

"I stepped out because I was bored with you and she fucked good!" He's venomously snapping at me.

I want to say, "trust me, I know the feeling!" but decide not to.

"Just be sure to mention that to our lawyers when you get back from Japan because I'm sick and tired of being married to you!" I shout.

"Fuck you!" He screams.

"Fuck both of you!" Doc snaps at us, heaving heavy breaths. "Now, I've had it, dammit!" He screams.

We're all silent for a moment, before I'm glaring at Nikki.

"See what you did, asshole?!" I accuse him.

"What I did?!" He yells back, brows furrowing.

"Yes, what you did, since the only thing you're good at is stressing people out!" I shout at him.

"I stress people out?! I stress people out?!" He starts laughing humorlessly. "I turned to fucking smack to escape your stress inducing bullshit, you delusional, rabid cunt!" He barks at me as Fred tugs me to the bathroom before I can get the last word in, locking me in until it's time to land.

By the time we get to Fort Lauderdale, we've both calmed down enough to tolerate each once again, which is good considering paparazzi is on us like flees to a dog.

"Vivian, Nikki!" Press shouts as cameras flash, Nikki reluctantly grasping at my hand as Fred clears a path in the people to car.

When they see Vince, Tommy, Mick and Tansy behind us, they go after them next, giving me and Nikki time to duck into the car.

"Geez." I sigh out, fixing my hair as Nikki moves across from me the second the door shuts.

He leans his head back, cursing under his breath, raking a hand down his face.

"You okay?" I ask him, genuinely, and he sneers, his eyes still closed as he catches his breath.

"No, Vivian, no, I'm not okay." He huffs out with a sharp scoff, and I rub my lips together.

"It's hard on me, too, you know. You aren't by yourse--"

"--Bab--Vivian, just shh." He catches himself before he says, "baby," and my heart tenses up in my chest.

"Would you rather me scream at you and start an argument?" I ask him and he sits up, looking at me with smeared, running eyeliner, circles under his eyes, and ghostly skin.

"I'd rather you just keep your mouth shut." He states, fumbling with his boot, pulling some tar, a spoon and a syringe out.

"Oh, you aren't serious..." I say to him, raising a brow.

"Me,Tansy, Izzy, Andy, Michael...don't act like you haven't seen someone shoot up before, Viv. If it makes you pussy out just close your eyes. I'll be done in a few seconds." He mumbles, about to start heating it in the spoon.

I do just that, until I decide I'm not sitting around and let him kill himself anymore.

I go to snatch the syringe and lump of smack away from him before he can stop me, opening the sunroof and throwing it out, going for his syringe next.

"Stop!" He barks at me, guarding it, the both of us ending up on the floor of the limousine.

"Nikki!" I scream, fighting with him to get it, but a sharp pain is soon shooting through my pointer finger as the needle stabs through the underside of my finger and out the top.

It was by accident, being that he wasn't even holding the needle.

"Motherfucker!" I scream to myself, Nikki's face paling further at the sight, as he lays underneath me while my tears are rolling down my cheeks as stinging pain spread through the nerves of my fingers, followed by the buzzing of the micro-amount of heroin on the tip of the needle that pierced my skin.

I hiss as I pull it out and aim the needle at the car's carpet, getting rid of the shot, holding my bleeding finger as I sit up, Nikki still looking sick as I get off of him.

"That shit wasn't cheap." He tells me, pulling himself up.

I don't pay him any attention, my finger starting to throb.

He stares at me while I have my little pity party, before he takes a long sigh and grabs at my hurt finger, making me sniffle.

"It's not like it went through the bone, Viv." He says dismissively, although he still holds to my finger as if trying to make it better.

"Just shut up." I snatch away from him, frustrated.

"You shut up." He replies in the same harsh tone.

"You fuck off." I kick my heel into his knee and he grabs my ankle and tugs at me, causing me to slide into the limo floor again. "Nikki!" I kick again with my other foot, this time, missing his crotch by mere centimeters.

He slides to the other side of the seating to get away from me.

When we stop at the next light, I'm reaching for the door handle and opening it up, causing him to pounce on me, and slam the door as I open it, yelling, "goddamnit, Sixx!" pinning me under him to keep me from opening it again.

We both take heavy breaths, looking at each other...he smells repulsive, but I've missed the presence of his close proximity.

The door opens suddenly, Doc and Fred looking down at us.

Apparently we didn't stop at a red light, but our destination.

We both look up at them like guilty puppies, piled on each other, Fred, in particular, eyeing me like a hawk.

"We're here." Doc informs us as we pull ourselves out of the car, and I brush off as Doc and Nikki walk ahead of me and Fred.

"Don't say a word." I tell Fred.

"Wasn't going to." He assures me.

"It wasn't what it looked like." I say next.

"Never said it was." He replies.

"Yeah, but, I know what it looked like, and--"

"--Viv, I'm not saying a word about it." He reassures me as we walk into the venue to see Steven, Slash, and Izzy sitting on the stage.

Stevie sees me and makes a beeline for me, making a point to hug me.

Steven was like Vince, but a hell of a lot more genuine and wholesome. He just loved love, affection, flirting, and women--especially women.

"Duff's really upset over what happened, Viv." He tells me in my ear.

"I'll talk to him." I reply with a slight nod.

"I don't know if just talking it out is gonna help much of anything, babe." He says lowly and I let out a breath.

"I'll talk to him." I repeat, brushing off his warning.

When I get on the bus, Duff's got his shirt off, shuffling through his bag, glancing at me.

"Hey." I say to him.

"Hey." He mumbles back, grabbing another tshirt to put on.

"Steven said you were still pretty upset about last night." I tell him, stepping a little closer.

"Not with you...just...the situation." He explains in a low, frustrated tone.

"Well, do you wanna talk about it?" I offer.

He looks at me, letting out a breath, licking his lips.

"You've already said you guys are getting divorced, so, it's not like it really matters." He shrugs. "Just having a little trouble pretending like he didn't damn near kill you, but..." he trails off, seeing the look on me face before saying, "I'll get over it, Viv, alright? Don't worry about me jumping on him again or anything like that."

"I'm not worried about that." I assure him, grasping at his hand, tugging him closer to me in the aisle, a small smile on his lips as his hand runs through my hair, our eyes locked.

"I love you." He tells me, my arms wrapping around his waist.

"I love you, too." I grin, and he presses his lips to mine, sweetly, before I'm pulling away.

"Alright, your show starts in an hour and a half." I inform him.

"Okay." He says dismissively, kissing me again.

"Duff, we gotta go." I giggle, his lips kissing at my cheek, then my neck.

"We will." He says against my skin, chuckling.

"If you're late, Axl's gonna kill us both." I remind him, kissing him again.

As always, one thing led to another, and then…

"Duff," I whimper out, my bare back wet with sweat from the humidity in the Florida air, my thighs spread as he pushes his fingers in and out of me on the table of the empty tour bus--my dress discarded to the floor, leaving me in only my heels since I wasn't wear a bra or panties, specifically prepared for this moment.

The wet sounds of his fingers toying with my soaked pussy reverberate off the walls of the bus, only making the ache in me more hungry.

His tongue swirls around my nipple, and he bites it teasingly, making arch into him, his fingers plunging deeply into me, purposely brushing that spot.

I runny fingers through his hair as he goes to my other nipple, doing the same to it, making me sigh out in pleasure.

He kisses my lips before grinning, taking a step back to look between my legs as if admiring me, his bare torso tensing with each breath in, his hand raking over his blonde hair.

I pull my lip into my mouth, placing my heel on his chest, gently pushing him to sit down across the aisle, and I look at him smugly as he watches me, his hand palming at his crotch.

I turn over to my hands and knees on the table, arching my ass up and my face down before reaching my hand underneath me to rub at my clit, watching over my shoulder as he takes heavy breaths.

Two of my fingers tease at my entrance, and I moan out as they slide into me, my walls tightening around my digits as pleasure prickles up my spine.

He keeps his eyes glued to me as I move my other hand to my clit, my toes curling as I eventually bring myself to orgasm, but I don't have time to recover before Duff's hands are grabbing my hips and his tongue is lapping at my center, sucking at my clit from behind.

I gasp, my hand reaching back to hold his face to me, my body moving in rhythm with his tongue.

Moans and whimpers come from me, and he pulls away for a moment, only to pull me into the aisle and push at my back until I've got my hands on the floor, completely bent over as he gets a better angle at eating me out.

I nearly scream at the sudden accessibility he's got, on his knees, lips and tongue going to work.

"I'm gonna come." I gasp out and he presses one more kiss to my clit before two of his fingers thrust into my cunt, making my eyes roll back at their demanding pace, curling to hit against my g-spot.

He stands up, never pulling his hand away as the other hand holds at my hip, leaving to run over my ass cheek for a moment as I begin to spasm around his fingers, my legs shaking as cum runs down them.

He pulls his fingers from me and I'm standing and turning to face him, sucking them into my mouth and he curses under his breath as I keep them in my mouth, my hand unbuckling his belt and pulling his hard cock out of his jeans, wanting him down my throat at the sight of precum beading at his tip.

I keep my control, letting his fingers from my mouth as I'm licking my lips and rubbing my thighs together.

I sit on the edge of the table, my legs spread, my hand between my legs as he steps to me, grabbing his prick and rubbing it against my sensitive folds.

"Fuck, Vivian." He says softly, smile on his lips as if he still can't believe he's sleeping with me.

I just grin at him and pull him down to kiss me.

I cry out when he takes the time to push into me, hitting as deep as he can with a few more inches to spare.

"Make me take all of it." I tell him after he thrusts a few times.

He watches my face as he slowly inches it further and further into me, his tip hitting my cervix and pressing against it, making it give way little by little until he's buried in me to the hilt and I feel like he's in my stomach, tears in my eyes from the painful pleasure.

"This is how deep I want you to go when you come." I tell him, sweat beading between my breasts and he watches it, leaning forward to lick it off my skin.

"You want me to come in you?" He asks me, knowing the answer but wanting to hear me say it.

"Yes." I nod, gasping.

"Why?" He asks and I look down, his shaft disappearing into me and coming out glistening with my juices.

"Because it feels so good." I reply and he grabs my jaw, his tongue meeting mine in a sloppy, passionate kiss as he picks up his pace.

I grab his hand and guide it to my bruised throat.

He almost pulls his hand away but stops when I look at him.

"You're not gonna--fuck--hurt me." I assure him, my hungry pussy being fed the way its needed, making my eyes roll back and my lids close as my head tilts back.

He slowly grasps my throat, harder and harder, and the sensation sends sharp pleasure straight to my clit.

My fingers go to play with it, but his fingers move mine from his way, staying in fast rhythm with his thrusts.

"I'm--" I can't finish what I'm saying before he moans out with me tightening around him, further wetting him with my juices as I finish

Within a couple more minutes he's breathing out, his dick twitching before he fits all of his length into my cunt and my body's being christened with his hot cum.

Once I cool down and clean myself up, I'm going back to him.

I pull my shirt back over my head as his hand runs up and down my back, his lips catching on the space between my shoulder blades before the fabric of my shirt can cover me, making me laugh.

"Duff, we--"

"Dude, we eat on that table!" We hear Stevie pipe, and turn to see him and Izzy looking at us in horror, by the door, where we're sitting on the table.

"So did Duff, apparently." Izzy says with a crooked smile, cigarette smoke cascading past his lips as he finds it amusing.

"Sorry." I say to them, quickly getting dressed as Duff gets up to pull his pants on.

"We didn't see anything, don't worry. We just waited for the screaming to subside." Izzy lets out. "Axl's wondering where you guys are."

"Of course he is." I roll my eyes.

"Not for that reason. I think he wants to talk to you about Tansy." He adds.

"Tansy? What about her?"

"What do you think?"

"She's not going to rehab until she wants to." I immediately know what he's referring to. "And being that she's not enthusiastic about living, I doubt she cares whether she dies or not."

"Well, Axl's all worried and googly eyed and gross." Izzy huffs out.

"Plus, she's our friend, too, and we've all been trying to talk to her about getting some help." Steven tells me, next.

I get my shoes on and step past them to the door.

"See ya in a few." Duff tells me.

"See ya in a few." I reply, smiling at him, before going to find Axl.

The irony of anybody from Guns being worried for Tansy due to her drug addiction was exactly that: ironic.

But I don't blame Axl for not wanting to see the girl he was miserably in love with (well, obsessed and unhealthily infatuated with) on the brink of her own final destruction. I guess because I'd been there with Nikki, myself, and knew how scary it was--even if big, bad, mean machine Axl refused to admit he was scared, I knew he was.

"Have you seen Axl?" I ask Doc as I pass him by, and he furrows his brows.

"Might check their dressing room, I think." He replies and I nod.

"Oh, and I'm sorry for mine and Nikki's fight earlier." I say before he can walk off.

"Don't worry about it, Vivian." He nods a little as I offer a small smile and head to the guys' dressing room.

The ginger isn't in there and I groan, heading to Mötley's dressing room to check in there, coming face to face with Sparkie.

"What the hell are you doing in here?" I ask him, cutting my eyes.

"Waiting for Nikki to get back from the bathroom...what about you?" He replies smugly.

"Wondering why you're back when Nikki and Axl have both made it clear they don't want to see you again." I state.

"The bitchy redhead isn't getting in the way of my business." He says, referring to dealing to Nikki.

"You're so sick." I hiss out in disgust, turning to leave.

"I'm kinda wanting to add a few drops of fuel to the fire, ya know...tell him about you and Duff." He starts, and I tense up, slowly looking at him. "End the last show of this leg of the tour with a bang."

"He won't believe you." I try to say it confidently, but my voice cracks just slightly.

"I don't think you're giving him enough credit, Viv. Sure he's high a lot of the time, but it's not hard to believe when almost all of your time is spent with Duff in some form or fashion--not to mention you lied about your friendship with him from the start, so…" he points out.

"What gets you off about seeing people in pain? If you're not helping them destroy themselves, you're making things a lot worse for their life." I grit out.

"I'm not making things worse for his life by telling him about your inability to keep your legs closed. You did--well, still are doing--the crime, I'm just giving him a heads up about it because he's my friend, and my friend needs to know what kind of snake his wife really is." He remarks and I grind my teeth, turning to go again, but he grabs my wrist.

"Unless she wants to persuade me to keep her secret?" He suggests, his cruddy eyes traveling up my body like they always do. "Last chance, Viv." He adds. "If he finds out, it'll completely shatter him. You don't want that on your hands, do you?" He keeps on, stepping closer to me, his arm sliding around my waist slowly as I stand still, frozen, as my heart pounds in my chest. "It'll just take a few minutes, and then you can go on your merry way, and I won't say a word." He grins, the tip of his nose touching mine, his chapped lips grazing mine as the door opens, revealing Nikki.

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Blackout - Part 6

A/N Part 666666 sorry that these aren’t super long, but consistency over long right??? idk anyway this one is a bit nicer, promise ;) love ya’ll xx enjoy!

Y/N took a deep breath as Lily pushed open the door to her cottage. She had remembered the area as they walked through, having taken the train instead of apparating. Y/N knew Lily was anxious to get back to James as he’d apparently been in a bad fight but appreciated being able to go outside and get a feel for the countryside again. It had begun to snow, and Godric’s hollow was covered in a light dusting of white, not yet destroyed by footprints and muggle snow clearer driving through the streets.

She could remember most of it, bits and piece of the area felt new, but she felt comfortable here, at home. There was a part of the area that made her feel a bit sad too, but she couldn’t figure out why.

“Come on, you’ll freeze outside. And Turpin will kill me if you get an infection one day out of hospital.” Lily smiled at her, holding the door open for her.

Y/N smiled back and lugged her small bag through the doorway. She’d just packed what Sirius had brought for her, unsure if she needed anything else, not quite sure what clothes she wanted or needed. She was welcomed to the Potter’s house by a blast of warm air, forcing her to drop the bag and shuck off her coat to place on the coatrack by the doorway.

“Come on, I’ve got James cooking a roast – don’t worry I did all the marinating earlier,” Lily winked at Y/N and walked passed her, picking up the bag before Y/N could and heading into the living room. Y/N followed close behind her, opening and closing her fists slowly.

She was greeted by a loud yell that made her jump.

“Welcome home!” a group of people were grinning up at her, a large banner over the fireplace that kept changing from ‘Welcome home’ to ‘We missed you’, and glasses of what looked like firewhiskey sitting on the coffee table.

“After the welcome home party, that is,” Lily staying by her side, grinning widely but gripping tightly on her hand all the same. “Is this ok?” She whispered softly as people began moving towards her.

“Yes, thank you.” Y/N gripped Lily’s hand in return, turning to face Marlene and Mary who ran in to give her a tight hug.

Music was blaring loudly, something that Sirius and Remus seemed to know off by heart as they sang loudly on top of the couch as Lily yelled at them to clean up after themselves or they’ll be dead by tomorrow morning.

Y/N had found herself sidling to the corner momentarily, after saying hello to Frank and Alice who showed off their wedding rings in earnest happiness. Y/N didn’t want to tell them that it made her feel awful, so she smiled and hugged and slipped into the corner by the window when they went to get another drink.

“You feeling alright?” James nudged her shoulder, making her jump.

“Yeah, sorry, just a bit overwhelmed you know.” Y/N plastered on a smile but James rolled his eyes.

“It must feel really shit.”

“I mean-“

“Nah, don’t worry I won’t be offended,” James winked at her, leaning against the window as well, “But in all seriousness, you don’t need to fake it. I mean to anyone, but definitely not to me. I mean at a bare minimum I’m going to be much more offended if I have to deal with that pathetic simle all night.”

Y/N snorted, shaking her head at him.

“I’m so sorry it’s inconvenienced you.”

“It’s ok, I’m sure you’ll make it up to me eventually.” James nodded solemnly, “Perhaps by talking to Sirius?”

“I don’t know what to say to him,” Y/N dropped her head to her glass, wincing as she sipped down some firewhiskey. “I just… I just feel like I’m letting him down.”

“Well maybe –“

“Please don’t say it’s a remnant of what I felt for him.” Y/N shot him a look and he raised his hands in defeat.

“Ok ok, I just… look feelings or not, you guys got along so well. I honestly think he would be helpful at the moment, even if it’s just as a friend.” James’s gaze went to Sirius who was fake air guitaring as Remus played the drums beside him. Peter was cheering them along from the carpet, grinning stupidly. Y/N bit her lip.

“I just can’t stop thinking of him as Sirius Black, you know? High school prankster and playboy.”

“Bit over the top,” James snorted, “I think he dated three women.”

“Oh you know what I mean,” Y/N breathed out a laugh. “It just feels like he’s met me, but I haven’t, you know? Well that doesn’t really make sense, but like I don’t know. People keep forgetting that I can’t just pick up where we might have left off, even if I want to.”

James nodded his head slowly, not looking at her.

“I get that. And will keep it mind, even spread the word if you want.”

“Might not be a bad idea.”

James gave her shoulder a squeeze and slid off the wall, walking over to where Lily was swaying to the music, grabbing her hand to spin her in a quick circle. She laughed loudly, face illuminated. Y/N wondered if she had looked like that with Sirius, remembering the photo of the two of them dancing that Sirius had kept.

The next morning Y/N was curled into a ball in the guest room, her whole body aching. She couldn’t remember exactly what had happened the rest of the night, except for blurred moments of dancing and roast chicken and potatoes. She willed herself to open her eyes and kick off the covers, pulling herself out of bed. There was a strong smell of bacon wafting up the stairs towards her room and she smiled, letting it lead her down towards the kitchen and into a chair in the dining room.

“Good morning,” Sirius beamed at her, flipping a pancake in one pan whilst bacon cooked in the other. “Now I know you’re a little fuzzy on the details, but I’m about to prepare for you the greatest meal of your life.”

“You seem very sure of yourself.” Y/N smiled back at him, rubbing her eyes. The nice thing about being hungover was her body had seemed to ignore the partial panic that went through her, her heart rate keeping steady as she leant over the table.

“Look memory charms, smemory farms – your taste buds will never be the same.” Sirius pulled out some pancakes and placed them on the plate in front of her, then stacked bacon, maple syrup, and blueberries in a giant swirl across the plate. “There you go, I would say enjoy but I know you will.”

Y/N laughed, picking up the cutlery beside her and digging in.

“Holy Merlin.” She moaned, “It’s everything I could dream of. Salty, sweet, stupidly decadent for breakfast.”

“What can I say, I’m a genius with food.”

“I didn’t know you could cook!” Y/N continued to cut up the pancakes and eat, savouring each bite. Sirius sat down in front of her, serving himself and shrugging.

“My parents didn’t always… feed me, so I learnt how to cook when they were all asleep.”

Y/N paused at that, pancake and bacon bits still in her mouth as she looked up at him, shocked.

“Wha-,” She swallowed and tried again, “What?”

“Oh, right. Sorry, that was probably a bit too much information.” Sirius grimaced, scratching the back of his head, “I promise that’s not what I led with on our first date.”

“No, I just, they didn’t fucking feed you? Why the hell not?”

“They didn’t always agree with my values, or well actually, I never agreed with theirs.”

“That’s fucking despicable.”

Sirius barked a laugh, throwing his head back. It made Y/N want to smile.

“That’s what you said the first time I told you.”

“At least I’m consistent,” Y/N put her cutlery down. “is it… is it weird? Having to retell me things?”

“I mean yes, and no.” Sirius mumbled, his mouth full of food. “Well it’s weird yes, but at least I can not make the same mistakes I did the first time around.”

He grinned at her and she couldn’t help but to smile back at him.

“So you made mistakes huh?”

“Ahh a few, I won’t bother reminding you of them I think.”

“Well now that’s unfair! You know everything about me, it’s like you have a secret playbook.”

“No no no, it was unfair before, I had many more faults. This way you just see the sparkly version.”

James pushed open the door to the kitchen, finding the two of them grinning to each other over the dining table.

“Who’s sparkly?”

“Sirius apparently,” Y/N leant back in her chair, eyeing Sirius carefully. “I’ll find them you know.”

“Find what?”

“Alllll your faults,” Y/N grinned cheekily at him.

“I’m sure you will.”

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Tiger's plans a girls night in for her friends and they cancel on her last minute, but Bill steps up and lets her do whatever she wants to him, like face masks are a must, but she also gets to paint his nails and stuff. Even better, she gets head every hour and she's seriously loving a night of self care with Bill.

oh GOD this is sweet. Look, I fully, fully think Bill is pretty into skin care. A lot of dudes in Hollywood are, and they’re used to wearing makeup on the red carpet and getting ~glammed~ up before big events too so I think Bill lacks a lot of that gross toxic masculinity when it comes to things like gettin’ really pretty and having a pampering day.

and maybe-MAYBE OH GOD--maybe tiger sometimes steals his skin care stuff, because Bill is fucking rich and buys all the shit that she just won’t. $400 for a moisturizer? What the fuck. But Bill has an array of very expensive products and tiger has mastered the art of stealing just a little at a time, so that he doesn’t notice.

Let the record show that tiger has NOT mastered that art, and Bill very much notices. But he also knows that she won’t buy it for herself, and if HE bought it FOR her she’d be even more mad. So he just buys the big jar, leaves it in her bathroom, knowing full well she’s using it. And being smart enough to shut his damn mouth about it.

In any case, right, there’s this whole sleepover girl’s party planned, right? And Bill is mildly offended when the morning of, tiger tells him to get the fuck out and that she’ll see him tomorrow. Bill wants to be part of the party, offers to just stay in the kitchen and keep making the girls cocktails and food, but tiger tells him no. And he’s actually a little hurt, a little sad, and she can’t help but feel a little guilty when he pouts.

“Why do you even want to stay?” she asks curiously, “It’s going to be a totally girly night.”

He shrugs bashfully, digs his toe into the ground as he shoves his hands in his pockets.

“I don’t know, growing up there wasn’t a lot of...feminine energy in the house,” he mumbles, “I only have the one sister. It’s nice sometimes to just...be surrounded by...I don’t know. Gentle energy.”

“Weren’t you afraid of your sister when you were growing up?”

His head snaps up, and now he looks defensive, angry.

“I was not afraid--” he stops, taking a deep breath in when he realizes how shrill and loud his tone is, “Tiger I was not afraid of my sister.”

“Yes you were,” she accuses, “Alex said you were terr--”

“Alex is a dick,” he snaps, “Maybe he was the scared one.”

“Didn’t she used to chase you with--”

“Are we done here?” he snaps, makes a show of checking his watch, “I better get going. Your friends will be here in....12 hours.”

But she latches on to him, because now her big dude’s pride is all offended. She makes him hang around a bit more, help her get a few things ready, but over the course of the day some of the text messages start coming in. Two of her friends are sick with the flu going around, so they can’t make it. A third one has a migraine and is out. A fourth one was flaky to begin with, and ended up cancelling because her boyfriend was being a shithead about it. And tiger is bummed--she’s so bummed, because she was looking forward to a night of gossip and wine and fun girly things.

“This sucks,” she grumbles, and Bill pulls her in for a hug.

“Come on, we’re still going to do it.”

“How?” she pouts, “Everybody was supposed to bring something for the group. I only have a few eye masks.”

Bill smirks, grabs her hand, pulls her into the bathroom. He reaches up on a top shelf and pulls down a basket of luxury treats--truth be told, he was going to put a bow on it and leave it on tiger’s bed with a note to enjoy the night with her friends. She’d be less inclined to be angry with him if it was something he got to share amongst her group of friends, and she’d forget her anger as soon as they started gushing over it. Because man--it’s fully stocked. A beautiful little basket full of high end items, from scrubs and exfoliants to micellar waters to eye creams and moisturizers and jade rollers--it has everything.

“Bill, what the fuck,” she asks, pilfering through some it, “What is all this?”

“A basket of pampering,” he smiles, “Now come on, go uncork the champagne. We’ll start with a steam bowl to open up our pores.”

And it’s so ridiculous, right, but these two idiots just spend hours doing this. Cucumbers on the eyelids. Bill tells tiger all of the skincare secrets that a few of his make up artists have shared with him--like the jade roller. Tiger isn’t convinced, until he sits up on the couch and drags her to sit in front of him, between his knees. He tilts her face up gently, tells her to close her eyes--and then just starts running the little roller all over her face. And god--what a delicious image--tiger with her face craned up, her chin still in his hand, as he just slowly and soothingly rubs the wand all over.

Bill paints her toes as he waits for his exfoliating mask to dry, one of tiger’s headbands in his hair to keep his floppy locks from falling onto his forehead. She picks through the basket some more, and furrows her brow at some of the smaller items.

“Bill these are like, luxury samples from Sephora. How did you even get these?” she holds up a decent size bottle of an expensive shampoo, “These are only for Rouge members.”

For the first time that night, Bill’s cheeks turn a little pink. And it’s imperceptible thanks to the face mask, but his big ole shifty eyes are not.

“Oh god,” tiger rolls her eyes.

“Tiger it is a great points system,” he defends, “It would be irresponsible not to take advantage of it.”

She just sighs, takes a cucumber from the pile and flings it at him.

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Dear U.S. people, don’t feel alone: a personal analysis of Italian social issues.

As a non-US citizen, I’ve grown up with the “America is the greatest country of the world” narrative. The United States always tried to be perceived by the rest of the world as the land of freedom and democracy, the land that has so much of those things they even wanted to export and teach the rest of the world how it’s done. But when the Trump administration arrived, well…it kind of showed us what was really going on: a very capitalistic society with no regulation that uses freedom to justify the fact that the government doesn’t guarantee basic rights, such as public healthcare, housing, minimum-wage salary and all is completed with a very racist society and a “let’s give everyone guns” policy.

After those four years of craziness, the whole world stopped believing in the “American dream” fairytale and started to point out everything wrong with the United States and its people. But as I didn’t like the “America’s the best country of the planet” narrative, I also cannot stand the “The U.S. sucks, we are very much better” attitude. We all have the same issues, sometimes they hide or have a different appearance, but they exist everywhere. That’s the reason why I’ll analyse my country’s issues so that my U.S. readers will feel a little bit better and less alone. Italy is a country with a very rich culture and an amazing history. Our constitution is one of the most advanced in the world with a high level of rights protection. It’s really something to be proud of. We are also a very catholic country, we have the Pope in our peninsula, which is something that would make you believe that we all have good Christian values and big hearts.

We don’t. We are the people that are used to see immigrants die in our sea, we watch them drown on our news with zero empathy and still thinking they are all criminals. We don’t care that the ones that arrive here are mostly women and children, we don’t notice that those people represent the future and the hopes of their countries, and maybe they are sent here because they have no chance of a better life in their homeland. They would rather drown in the Mediterranean Sea than stay with their loved ones, and we Italians don’t even ask ourselves why or what they are escaping from.

And even if they make it safe during the journey, they come and find an extremely racist country, even if we never say it out loud. I think this is one of the big differences between Italy and the States. In the U.S. the legislative and jurisdictional system was designed during slavery time and was based on a very different society: a lot of laws were meant to be racist, they were “adapted” and changed only after, and in some things, you can still see their original purposes like for police or guns.

As said before, in Italy our Constitution was written after WWII, so we came from that traumatic experience and decided that nothing like it should never happen again. For this reason, our system is designed to think that people - in every form or aspect of life - must be protected before every other thing and shall never be discriminated against. This system of rights and values collides with something else: a very conservative, ignorant and hypocritical way of thinking in everyday life. We as Italians don’t see ourselves as racist, misogynist or homophobic people. We still like to live in the false myth of “good Italian people”: racism doesn’t exist, if you get offended by the n-word or black face it’s your problem; we are not homophobic but our law about gay marriage doesn’t really allow gay marriage… it’s something similar but not the same called “civil union”; we still think that a law against transphobia and homophobia is not necessary; we believe that the high rate of husbands killing their wives is just a coincidence and not the expression of a patriarchal culture. Also, nobody dares to discuss the fact that radical right-wing ideas and neofascist ideologies are spreading like a virus or that half of our politics have openly xenophobic, ultraconservative and anti-constitutional policies.

We see all but we don’t say. We hide shit under the carpet. And then, we want to look at George Floyd’s death and want to give America a lesson? I don’t think so.

In my opinion, half of our problems could be cured with an educational system reform: if we started to teach our constitutional values in schools, the real ones and not the dangerous and fake patriotism that is spreading, our honest history and if we started to teach students how to develop their own critical opinion and don’t believe what the politician of the moment is trying to brainwash them with, maybe we could move on into a better society. So, my U.S. friends don’t feel alone: all countries have their problems, all countries kind of suck!

#usa #donald trump #joe biden #italy #blm #politics #racisim

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shannygoatgruff · 4 years

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My Brother’s Keeper - Chapter XIX

Genre: Psychological Thriller

Modern Ivar X Modern Hvitserk

Rating: MA+18

Overall Warning: Dark story told from an emotionally distributed person’s POV with graphic and sadistic material including rape, terror, torture, kidnapping, drug use, slash, implied incest, necrophilia, and insecurity. Heavy trigger warnings.

Chapter Warning: Thoughts of murder.

A/N: So, I know I haven’t been posting much. Real life has been throwing some things my way and I haven’t felt much like writing. But, I finally finished this one. Just one more chapter after this one and it’s done! Whoot!!

Chapter XIX - Ivar’s POV

There’s something about the confident way she holds her head, with her chin stuck out and her shoulders back that draws a smirk to my lips. She’s proud – I wonder how long that will last. “Dr. Svensdottir, I presume?” Her small hand instantly disappears inside mine as her delicate fingers scrape against my palm. I would have thought a woman with such a presence would have a much firmer handshake. But, maybe playing coy is the way she tricks men into telling her what it is that she wants to know, “It’s nice to finally meet you.”

With just the slightest bit of a nervous nod, her hand slides out from mine before she smooths her palm over the front of her skirt. What exactly is that little move about? Is she trying to wipe me off her hands or stop herself from sweating? “Please call me, Gert, Mr. Ragnarsson.”

“Ivar,” I correct, dispensing with the formalities. The crease in her brow softens and her shoulders drop just a hint before she gestures for one of the two high back chairs on the opposite side of her desk. With a slow blink, I look from her outstretched hand to her choice of chairs before heading toward the other seating area. This area, presumably set up for therapy sessions, is more intimate. I like this space better, although it’s hideous. The oversized, ugly green chairs are placed close together, guaranteeing that we will be sitting next to each other, with no desk separating us. Don’t be afraid, Blondie.

Unbuttoning my suit jacket, I take a seat on one of the green seats and casually cross my leg over my lap. Smiling, I turn to face her, “So, how’s our boy?”

The skirt she’s wearing is entirely too short to be professional. I wonder if this is how she tricks Hvitserk into talking about shit that he’s not supposed to, with the allure of sex. As her toned outer thigh exposes when she crosses her leg, my eyes can’t help but to drop to her left foot that shakes ever so slightly by her right calf. “It’s nice to finally meet you, Ivar. Hvitserk talks about you often.”

Oh, really? I wonder what my dear brother has told this whore about me. “All good things, I hope.” My cheeks ache from forcing a smile this wide. Anything to hide what I’m really feeling, which is more akin to reaching my hand between us and feeling her hyoid bone shatter beneath the weight of my thumb. “If they weren’t, I’ll have to blame it on his condition.” Careful, as not to make my laugh seem too forced, I chuckle easily and wipe my smile with the pad of my finger, before turning a more serious gaze on her.

“Well,” she starts, choosing her words carefully, “you know that Hvitserk has been on a long and arduous road during his treatment. But,” she stammers quickly, looking up to make sure that she hasn’t completely turned me off before she’s gotten to the core of her argument, “he’s making tremendous progress.” Her lashes blink slowly over her large greenish-blue eyes.

Does this shit really work on the guys she meets?

Feigning interest in this doctor is proving to be more difficult than I remember. Maybe it’s because it’s been so long since I hunted, and I don’t have time for all the bullshit and games. Right now, I just want to do what I want to do and get it over with. Yeah, I’d like to enjoy the chase, but I can always enjoy the next one. I deserve this one. A quick kill, after all this damn time. Shit, especially this bitch? She owes this to me. But bitches like this…gotta make her fear me before I make her feel me. Fuck… “Has he, now? Does that mean that he’ll be able to come home soon?”

“Well,” Is she fucking smirking? “I’m afraid that Hvitserk won’t be able to leave here – not for a very, very long time.”

“Wait, you just said,” I sit up straighter and lean closer to her.

“I said he’s made progress, not that he’s ready to leave,” she interrupts. Her eyes suddenly drop back to her lap and she studies her nails, “Those are two very different things, I’m afraid. We’ve actually reached a breakthrough in his treatment. In fact, that is what I would like to speak with you about, today. Hvitserk’s treatment.”

I’m going to kill her.

“Funny. I’ve been trying to talk to you about my brother for…months.” I feel the smile starting to spread across my lips. I know that I’m supposed to be here for Serk, but this bitch thinks she can outwit me. We need to establish the ground rules now, before she gets hurt.

Titling my head allows me to take in the slightest nuances of her expression. Like how her eyes enlarged just a smidge at my comment, and how hard she’s swallowing. God, her discomfort are dead giveaways - she doesn’t like being challenged.

“I’ve called and you’ve refused to talk to me. I’ve sent emails, which have gone ignored. I’ve come here and been turned away.” My voice remains even and calm, just to show that I pose no threat. Can’t have her scurrying off like a scared little rabbit, now can I? “It’s interesting to me that my brother has been here for almost 18 months and though I’m his Power of Attorney, this is the first conversation that you and I have had about him.”

“I need you to understand that as Hvitserk’s therapist, I thought it best that he not have any outside distractions.” She blinks so much when she’s nervous. It’s comical to watch her try to choose her words so they don’t offend me.

What did you tell her about me, Serk? Did you tell her that I have a penchant for flaying skin layer by layer? Or that I like to put pretty women’s faces in jars? I have a spot on my new bookcase that her face would look lovely on.

“Distractions?” I hope that didn’t sound how I meant it; like I want to take that stapler off the desk and bash her fucking face in. “I’m his only brother – I’m not a distraction.”

She shakes her head as if to clear her thoughts. She’s not used to not having the upper hand. This conversation isn’t going the way she’d hoped. “I didn’t mean that you would be a distraction. I only meant,” she looks up as if the words she needs are magically written on the drop ceiling, “he needs to fully concentrate on his treatment.”

“And what treatment is that, exactly?” I cross my legs and lean back in my seat. Show her that you’re relaxed. Don’t give her a reason to run. “That’s all I’ve been trying to find out – what is going on with my brother.” How does Hvitserk do it when he’s uncomfortable? Oh yeah, he drops his eyes and lowers his voice. He sounds desperate. “When they took us from the house, the police wouldn’t tell me anything about him. Everything was so sudden. It’s my job to protect him and I wasn’t there for him.”

Her legs uncross and she leans a little closer. This is what this bitch wants – she wants me to be vulnerable. Well hell, I can play along. Does she think this is a fucking therapy session? That’s she’s going to get some big insight on me? Oh blondie, you don’t want to see what’s behind this mask. “But, you were released?”

A slight nod to the left and a shoulder raise adds to my innocence, “Of course I was released. I’m innocent - I didn’t do anything. The police found no evidence to connect me to any of Hvitserk’s crimes.” The stain on the carpet, is a good place focus my gaze. If she can’t see my eyes, she can’t tell what I’m thinking, and as long as they’re lowered I can tell her anything. “I found my brother with his fiancé in my bedroom. I didn’t even know about that reporter lady in the basement…” The head shake seals the deal, “I mean, I knew he was stressed and dealing with a lot of things, blacking out and the like. But, I never suspected he was capable of anything like this. He was always so sensitive and gentle. I don’t know what happened. I didn’t do enough. I should have seen the signs – gotten him help sooner.”

Her eyes are locked on me and mine briefly catch hers before I lower them back to the floor. “You mustn’t be too hard on yourself. You did the best you could for him. You protected him the best way that you knew how.” This is too fucking easy. “Were you at the trial?”

Picking at the threads on the chair, I feel my face drop in disappointment, before I offer a slight nod, “By the time he went to arraignment they were already talking about insanity.” I clear my throat and lift my voice to just above a whisper. I don’t want to show too much emotion. This bitch does this for a living and I can’t risk her seeing through my act, “He was so out of it at his trial I doubt that he even knows that I was there. I don’t know what kind of drugs you had him on, but he didn’t recognize me.”

“I didn’t start treating him until after he was brought to our facility,” she smooths a strand of lent off the end of her skirt, keeping her eyes trained on her lap again. I’m almost impressed with how easily she lies. She knows damn well she was treating him beforehand. I saw that bitch in the courtroom. I heard her testimony. And for shits and giggles, if I hadn’t every fucking thing she dosed him with is right there in that thick ass file on her desk. Does she know who she’s talking to? I invented this fucking game. “I do know that he was heavily medicated when he first came here. It took some time before I was able to get his medication regulated and for him to become stable. He no longer has to be sedated.”

“Sedated?”

“Um, yes,” she looks at me briefly before looking around the room again, “part of his treatment is immersion therapy. Sometimes the sessions can get rather intense. The only way to pull him out of it, is to sedate him. It’s really for his own good.” She licks her lips nervously, “He struggles so much with his past.” Though I offer a knowing nod, I wonder if she can tell that I’m about two seconds off of her. “You’ll be happy to know that he’s much more active and alert now that his medication is properly managed.”

Really? Because twice when I came here to get him, he was still a fucking zombie. In fact, the last time, he fucking refused. No explanation, no crying, and bullshit; no nothing. He just fucking refused to leave with me. So tell me, bitch, how much more active and fucking alert is he?

“That’s so good to hear,” I remember seeing him bleeding on the very spot I’ve been looking at for the past ten fucking minutes, while he looked up at me from this floor, when I was standing outside of that sliding glass door. Is that her idea of active and alert? “When I try to check on him, he refuses my calls. It’s like he doesn’t seem to know who I am anymore, or that he doesn’t want to be bothered. Almost like he doesn’t need me anymore.”

“Mr. Ragnarsson,” she pauses, “Ivar, I assure you, Hvitserk is doing much better now. He’s become quite well adjusted and acclimated with our program.” She walks over to her desk to grab his file. I don’t give a shit what’s in there. It’s all a bunch of lies, anyway. “He’s actively participating in individual and group therapy sessions, now. He’s even joined a few activities. He’s especially good at drawing, did you know that?” That fake modest smile is enchanting. I wonder if I could carve it on her face permanently.

Drawing? Really? I’m supposed to be impressed because Serk can fucking draw? What the fuck is this whore talking about?

It’s laughable that she thinks all this progress Hvitserk has made is because of her. It’s a fucking joke. He hasn’t made any damn progress, it’s a fucking game. It’s all a part of my plan to get him the fuck out of here. He’s making progress because he’s not taking those fucking drugs anymore. He can finally fucking think in this fucking place and it’s only a matter of time before he walks out the front door with a trail of bodies behind him.

“Well, that’s wonderful. Then there should be no problem with me seeing him,” I try to keep my composure, but Gert gets on my fucking nerves. I just want to see my brother. “Is he going to join us?” I turn around and look at the door as if he’s going to come bounding through it at any moment.

As soon as I turn back to face her, I notice her crestfallen expression, “I don’t think that would be such a good idea, Mr. Ragnarsson.” She places a pair of black-rimmed glasses on her nose and opens the file as if she’s concentrating on the contents therein, “As I stated, Hvitserk has been making tremendous progress. He’s becoming an active participant in his recovery. He’s solely focused on the steps he needs to take to get well, and in a healthy place.”

I bite the inside of my bottom lip until I taste the coppery of blood in my mouth. The pain is the only thing keeping me glued to this seat at the moment, but I have no problem keeping my expression pleasant.

“What I mean by that is, currently, Hvitserk is concentrating on himself. He rarely talks about you anymore, or his past or the things that haunt him. He’s at a place where he’s looking forward to his future. I’m afraid,” she keeps her eyes trained on the file, “having a conversation with you would be a huge setback for him.” She fishes out a sheet of paper and leans over to hand it to me.

I would concentrate on how much her hand is shaking and how the way the paper gently rocks as it extends toward me, but I’m far more interested in the just how tightly she’s clutching the top of it in her hand. Her knuckles are almost white, she’s gripping it so tightly. Just to fuck with her, I grab the paper close to where her hand is, and let my fingers brush her knuckle.

I look at her, unmoved, then let my eyes roam over the contents of the paper now in my hands.

It’s a letter in Hvitserk’s handwriting.

“Is this mine?” I ask, folding the letter in half, ready to stuff it in the inside pocket of my jacket. I watch her nod. “If this is truly what Hvitserk wants, then I won’t stand in the way of his treatment. I just ask that you keep me updated with any changes to his condition.” I go to stand and watch as the doctor stands as well. I extend my hand to her and watch the way she considers taking it, “I apologize if I have seemed overbearing or bothersome, Doctor. I am just concerned about my brother.”

She smiles and nods her head in agreement, “I completely understand, and it’s not a bother. In fact,” she shakes my hand with both of hers, “it was nice to finally meet you. Hvitserk had talked about you so much I felt like I knew you. I’m sorry this was the outcome, but I really do think it’s for the best for his treatment. Maybe later, after he’s made more progress, we can try to start introducing you into some sessions, but for now…”

I wave her off with the slight of my hand, “Whatever he needs. I would never deny him anything.”

It takes everything I have not to burst out in a fit of laughter. This fucking doctor doesn’t know who she’s dealing with. Hvitserk isn’t fucking cured, he’s biding his fucking time.

Let’s meet somewhere quiet, a place just for us? Maybe we could get some friends together and have a party? Yeah okay, Serk…I know exactly what you’re saying.

It’s been too fucking long, and these motherfuckers are playing with fire. Just so happens that I’m gasoline and you’re the lit match.

I can’t wait to watch this motherfucker burn!

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synthsizedproductions · 3 years

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Short #1: Life Debt

CW: Strong language, abuse of power, cat attack

Have I told you the one about how I got my first pet? No? Oh, you’re in for a treat.

I lived a pretty normal life back then. Just a high school kid with a dead-end job, absent parents, and more mental instabilities than the whole of the Glennbrook Institution. You can bet I’m glad that madhouse didn’t exist when I was that age. The stories that come outta there…Tales for another time, eh?

Anyway, I walked everywhere because damned if I could afford gas. Or a car. Or a bike. Like I said, dead-end job. On top of that, my parents decided since I had a job, I should pay rent and shit. They said it was to teach me “responsibility” and “frugalness”. You know what it actually taught me? Landlords are dicks. Remember that lesson, kid. It’ll come in handy. Trust.

So, I’m walking to work. It’s this little shithole office with gray walls, gray carpets, and gray people. It didn’t help that the place was poorly lit. When I first started working there, I came in with a smile and a goofy bowtie covered in purple rubber dupkies. I thought it would make a good icebreaker with my new co-workers, and maybe I could make some friends for once. All I made was a scene when the boss man flipped his shit about it being loud and distracting. Good thing I need the job more than I wanted to sock that ass right in the nose. Now I learned that bosses were dicks, too. Another solid lesson.

Hm? What’s this got to do with my first pet? Gimme a minute, kid. Geeze. You first years are so impatient.

Anyway, so, I’m walking to work when I hear a cat screaming. Sounded like a fight. Normally, I wouldn’t bother investigating that kinda thing, but something didn’t sound right. Like, this fight wasn’t gunna be a fair one. I glanced at my watch. I was ahead of schedule. There was no way this would take longer than a few minutes. Just had to scare off a couple of cats, maybe a street dog or something.

So, I round the corner and that’s when I realize there weren’t just two cats facing off back there. It was a whole mess of cats, dozen or so, ganging up on this scrawny tabby cat who they had cornered between two buildings. These cats were mad. I had no idea what that one cat had done to piss off a whole colony, but I was certain it wasn’t going to survive this encounter.

I was considering booking it when the cat’s eyes locked on mine. One was blue, the other green. I could see how scared it was. Pits, I could almost feel how scared it was. My survival instincts, what few I had, disappeared and all I could think of was rescuing the tabby cat. I barreled my way through the crowd of felines, scooped their target up, and ran like it was my life on the line. When I heard the colony hissing and spitting behind me, I was no longer sure it wasn’t my blood they wanted. The tabby hissed over my shoulder, its tail whipping about and smacking me in the face as I fled.

I yelled in agony as one of the cats leapt upon me, digging its claws and teeth into my skin and ripping my work shirt. I threw the offender off and picked up my pace, my heart pounding harder than I’d ever felt before. I winced when the cat in my arms dug its nails into my shoulder, but my pain was forgotten when a shot of adrenaline hit me. I sprinted down the road faster than I’d ever gone before. I wasn’t sure how I was pushing myself that hard, but I didn’t care. I needed to get away from that crazy colony and maybe I could still make it to work on time.

I practically tumbled through the building’s entrance, scrambling away from the door when razor-sharp claws swiped at me from beneath it. I backed up until my back hit the reception desk.

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“Might wanna change up your cologne, hun. Looks like you’re attracting the wrong kind of pussy.” Maribelle grinned at me, but her expression fell when she saw my back. “They were out for blood, weren’t they? Better grab a shirt from lost and found before the boss sees you. Why were those cats coming after you?”

I moved to lift the cat I’d rescued to show her, but it was gone. I didn’t remember it leaving, but I figured the chase still had me on edge and I could have missed it. “Um, I guess I just pissed them off.” Before Maribelle could ask any further questions, I darted into the storage closet, found a shirt that would fit me, and made my way to my desk like it was any normal day. I sat down and began my data entry, losing myself in the monotony.

My concentration was broken when I felt something brush against my leg. I looked under my desk to find the eerie feline staring at me. “There you are. How did you get up here?” I looked around before scooping the cat up and placing it in my lap. It purred louder than my brother’s motorcycle. I’d never had a pet. My parents were both allergic to pretty much every animal. I tried to talk them into getting me one of those newfangled Fazyn since they’re designed in the lab to be hypoallergenic, but they also cost more than my family made in a year.

I smiled down at the content creature. “If you behave and stay hidden, you can stay.” It settled in my lap, purring in great contentment as I pet the cat. I didn’t let myself get too distracted. I still had a job to do and the end of my shift was hours away. Despite the mountain of tasks on my plate, I calmly meandered through them, taking a moment to pet the tabby after every few files.

“Gravtik!”

I fell out of my chair when my boss screamed my last name, looking up at the red-faced Dwarf in utter confusion. I whipped my head around to find the cat, but it had disappeared.

He glared down at me with his hands on his hips. “You’re behind on your daily quota. I told you the next time I caught you slacking off that your ass was on the line. I do not have time for lazy losers like you. Get up, get back to work. You’re working through lunch.” He stomped away before I could respond.

I righted my chair and moved to sit in it, but stopped short before I sat on the tabby cat. “You certainly have a knack for disappearing at the right time.” I shooed the cat from my chair and sat down. I held a hand in front of its nose when it tried to jump into my lap again. “No, no, no. I need to focus. You’re bad for my focus.”

It blinked at me and tilted its head one way and then the other, its ears twitching. I stifled a yelp when the cat bit my ankle. I leaned down to scold the animal but was suddenly hit with a wave of energy like I’d downed every coffee in the city all at once. I gazed at my computer in a daze and placed my hands on my keyboard. My fingers went into overdrive as I ran through the documents I was working with. I completed more in ten minutes than I had in the last week. I panted when all of the assignments were complete, my hands all but useless. The tabby rubbed against my leg before leaping into my lap again and I laid my shaking hands on the feline’s back, its warmth and purring soothing the aches in my joints.

“Gravtik!”

I closed my eyes and sighed when the burly man in a suit stormed over to me. “What’s up, boss? I finished all of my work.”

He crossed his arms. “I saw that. You even did it with higher accuracy than is actually possible for a person. What did you do? What program did you download on our computers?”

I shook my head and stared at him in bewilderment. “What? I didn’t do anything that I don’t normally. I guess I just really wanted my lunch today.”

My boss grinned at me with a wicked look in his eyes. “I actually came down here to tell you that since you did such a fast, efficient job, the execs want you to work through lunch anyway. I told them you wouldn’t mind.”

My computer beeped and my task list filled in an instant. I felt a mix of anger and despair which burned in my chest. I watched my boss leave, my hands clamped around the arms of my chair. The cat mewed at me and the heat of my rage cooled. “How did he not see you?”

I watched my coworkers shuffle away to eat their gray food in the gray breakroom and my stomach growled. “I really could have used that lunch break. Gilbert’s is still open and I could go for some nice hot chili.” I closed my eyes and imagined the mild, smoky smell Gill managed to balance just right. I could practically smell it.

That’s when I realized, I did smell it. When I opened my eyes, I was greeted by an enormous takeout container filled to the brim with chili, steam wafting into the air. I looked around and tried to find whoever left this feast for me. There was no one. No one but me and the tabby. I narrowed my eyes at the cat who had an oddly satisfied look. “How did…did you…? No, that’s not possible. Maribelle must have snuck up here.”

I knew I should have just gotten back to work. If the boss caught me eating at my desk, that would be it for me. My belly growled to remind me I hadn’t eaten at school. Or before leaving my house. The delicious scent was too enticing to resist. I shoveled my food into my mouth as I worked, trying to push myself to work at the impossible pace I had minutes before to no avail.

“Gravtik!”

I froze with my last spoonful of chili on my spoon, my heart sinking when he stormed his way to my cubicle again. “What do you think you’re doing? How did you even get that in here? You know what? I don’t care. This is the final straw, Gravtik. Pack up your desk and get out before I have security escort you out. Good luck getting another job in this field. I’ll get you blacklisted so fast your head will spin.”

The tabby jumped onto my desk and stoically stared at my now dumbfounded boss with contempt written on its face. I didn’t even think cats could make expressions like that. “I would reconsider whose head is up for spinning, underling.” My boss and I stared at the creature on my desk. Its mouth hadn’t moved, the words projected into our minds.

My boss took a step back as his face paled. “What the fuck is going on? Gravtik! C-control that animal!”

The cat and I looked at each other and I shook my head. “I think you might be confused about the relationship between me and…um, what’s your name?”

Its tail flicked so fast it appeared the tabby had multiple tails. “You would not be able to speak my name. Even if your vocal cords could make the correct sounds, it would likely drive you mad to speak. But you may call me Tom.”

“Tom? Like, a Tomcat?”

Tom tilted his head. “I had not considered that when choosing my name. I’ll have to keep that one.” The cat’s attention snapped back to my trembling boss. “You have been quite cruel to my new friend. As he has saved my life, I owe him a life debt. However, I cannot stand cruelty for cruelty’s sake., so this one is free.” Tom flung himself at my boss and a black hole appeared underneath him, swallowing him whole and closing just at the cat’s feet touched the ground.

My eyes went wide. “Where did he go? What’s going to happen to him?”

Tom dug his claws into the carpet and stretched as far as he could. “He is in the cruelty box. What happens next is up to him. You are unlikely to see him again. He seems like the stubborn type.”

I rubbed the back of my neck. “So, how do I explain his disappearance?”

Tom gave me a puzzled look. “Why would you need to explain this at all? He is gone. He will be replaced. The universe will right itself.”

I flopped down in my chair. “What is that supposed to mean? What are you?”

Tom climbed into my lap again and settled. “What I am is complicated. To put it in a way you will understand, I am an Elder Deity and I am trapped on your plane of existence. I seek a way home but have been unsuccessful thus far. I was trying to blend in with those cats, however, they were less than pleased by my presence.”

I scratched him behind his ear. “Wait, why couldn’t you just do to those cats like you did to him?”

Tom purred with a satisfied grin when I found a good spot. “I was running low on Magic. It takes quite a bit to maintain this form so I may walk among you Mortals.”

I frowned, uncertain I wanted the answer to my next question. “Then how did you do it now?”

Tom yawned and I caught sight of an impossible number of teeth in his mouth. “You chose to save me. I chose to empower you so we could both escape. As I said, I owe you a life debt. A life debt that now connects us until the universe has deemed our transaction complete.”

I tried to process his words…thoughts…This was all so confusing. “So, are you saying you’re feeding off of me so you can fuel your Magic?”

Tom laid his head on his paws. “If that is how you wish to see it, though you are describing a parasite, which I am not. This isn’t a one-way exchange. Did you not appreciate the help I gave you with running or getting your work done? Did I not make your life a little easier?”

I couldn’t refute his words. It had been nice to feel more than just a scrawny teenager with no future prospects. “So, what am I supposed to do now?”

The cat shrugged and stretched out on my lap. “That food I retrieved for you smelled very good. We should get more.”

Before I knew what was happening, I was walking out of the building with Tom draped over my shoulders and straight for Gilbert’s Bar. “Hey! This is my body. You don’t get to just control it.” My body stopped moving and my feet felt rooted.

Tom hopped down and stared up at me with glowing eyes. “We should come to an understanding.” His shadow morphed into a far larger creature with six tentacle-like tails. One of the shadow tails shot at me, burying itself in my chest and wrapping around my heart. “This is OUR body right now. I owe you a life debt, but do not forget which one of us holds the power in this exchange. I cannot kill you, but I can make your life miserable and filled with pain. Do you understand your predicament?”

I nodded, gasping when the pressure on my heart dissipated. I took shaky breaths and touched my chest, my heart beating in an irregular way until Tom jumped onto my shoulder again. “So, how about we get that chili.”

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And from that day forward, Tom was my constant companion. Hm? Where is he now? Sorry, kid. That’ll have to wait for another day. Go on. Get to class before I get you in trouble.

This story was inspired by this tweet from @hoplitnet.

#Enlightened #Content Warnings #Shorts

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starkeristheendgame · 5 years

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Honestly, I don’t even know. I watched Teen Wolf again and got inspired. Enjoy.

WinterIronSpider.

TW: Kidnapping (non-explicit) | Accidental tape bondage | Tape burn?? |

There is a teenager in his bathtub.

A more accurate descriptor would be that said teenager is trussed up like a Thanksgiving turkey, his legs bound around the ankles, knees and thighs by thick rolls of duct-tape and his arms trapped to his body. A thick strip of black gleams at his mouth, reducing his panicked shrieks to high-pitched muffles.

The kid looked as surprised to see him as Tony was to see a taped up teen in his $2,000 Italian claw-foot, which, frankly, was ridiculous. Wide, tear-glassy doe eyes stared up at him and the kid squirmed, gazing at him with distrust.

Tony flicked the curtain back.

That was an issue for another day.

He was discarding his clothing when the bedroom door opened near silently. He’d have missed it, if it were not for the giant mirror that lined the left wall. Bucky looked suitably caught, freezing with a look remarkably not unlike the teen’s.

Speaking of.

“Did you know there’s a teenager in our bathtub?” He asked conversationally, turning to sit on the edge of his bed as he tugged at his tie, loosening it enough to draw it over his head. Bucky, predictably, wears an expression that clearly states he did.

He’s dressed in combative gear, the tactical kevlar lending him a formidable structure. The sheen of his metal arm was mollified by dark, rust-coloured blood and soot. His hair was a static mess, resting at his cheekbones like a horse mane. Tony sighed softly, and gestured towards the bathroom door pointedly.

“He saw me” Bucky rasped, looking non-plussed, as though he’d just stepped in a particularly fresh heap of shit. Tony lifted a brow steadily, meeting the iron gaze across the room.

“And that called for you to Mr. Grey him? Into our bathtub?” He asked sceptically. leaning back on his palms to eye his lover. Granted, Bucky was new to this whole...Functioning thing. But he’d thought they were past this. Whatever this actually was.

Barring a massive lawsuit and PR nightmare, of course.

“I didn’t...He’s not hurt” Bucky scowled back, the metal plates of his arm shifting and re-aligning as he flexed his hand. To anyone else, it was an impressive, rather terrifying display of strength. As it was, Tony rolled his eyes and stood, making his way back to the bathroom. He could sense more than actually hear Bucky following.

The kid jerked again when he swept the curtain aside. He wore what appeared to be a permanent mask of horror-confusion-surprise. It was rather endearing. Tony cocked his head, and then glanced over his shoulder at his lover, who lurked in the doorway with his trademark glower. The kid followed his gaze and - astoundingly - scowled straight back.

“And what, exactly, were you going to do with him after this?” Tony asked, gesturing to the immobilised form. The kid’s gaze jerked back up to him, horrified. As though he had just suggested they gut him there and then. Tony lifted a brow at the kid and gestured rather helplessly. “You can’t exactly stay here” he pointed out.

“You always told me to leave the ‘sorting out’ to you. I’m not allowed to sort out. My method of sorting out is ‘bad” Bucky quoted petulantly. Tony cast the child a can you believe this look and the kid shot back what sort of conveyed as I have no part in this.

“Usually, I’d agree. But what, my dearest, are we to actually do now, hm? We can’t kill him, because that goes against Moral Rule Number One. But you’ve also kidnapped him. Rather well, I might say. And that’s quite disagreeable, too. Because now we face a dilemma. Namely, because you kidnapped him”.

Bucky’s scowl got darker with each word, and the kid looked more and more like he was about to pass out. “I’m not allowed to kill them, I’m not allowed to torture them, now I’m not allowed to kidnap them” he muttered darkly. The kid made what could only be described as a desperate squeak.

“How about...Not getting caught in the first place, hm?” He suggested sardonically, folding his arms as he faced Bucky. The Solder narrowed his eyes at the form behind the billionaire.

“He’s not normal” he hissed, like an offended cat. Tony gave the man a pointed, deliberate once over. He had a vague impression of the look the kid would be giving them both, at this point.

“Arguably, I’d say he’s the most normal of everyone in this room, right now” Tony defended, glancing over his shoulder. The kid appeared to be stuck somewhere between confused and concerned. Nothing much new, then.

Bucky muttered something low and bitter in Russian and stalked forwards, the soft snick of a flip-blade audible in the room. The teenager immediately begun to struggle, a litany of angry, panicked sounds joining the force of his wide but blazing stare.

“If he breaks anything, you deserved it” Bucky announced, before he drove his arm down, sliding through the tape around the boy’s leg. When the boy recovered from what appeared to be heart-stopped fear, the effect was immediate. Bucky saw the kick coming a fraction before Tony did, only just managing to knock the kid by the ankle.

Unfortunately, it meant his $2,000 tub caught the kick. The lined porcelain gave a loud, ear-splitting crack and Tony watched in dismay as a chunk of it slid from the main body and crashed to the floor.

“That was a custom import” Tony informed the teen, who cast him a withering look in response from where he had twisted onto his side. Bucky had a firm hold of his leg, holding it aloft like the boy was some hunted fox. He looked as equally non-plussed as he did earlier, and Tony had the inkling that Bucky had been on the receiving end of such a kick earlier.

Perhaps that explained the excessive amount of tape.

“You know, that rather just adds to our issue” Tony pointed out. Unsettlingly, they gave him a simultaneous, withering stare.

As it turns out, the kid was remarkably, un-human-ly strong. Bucky had to sit on him to tape his legs back together, and the boy writhed and twisted like an angry snake at every second of it. By the time Bucky hauled himself back over the edge, he was suitably annoyed.

“So...What is he? Who is he?” Tony asked when Bucky had righted himself, both of them staring down at the teenager as though he were that invasive house spider that neither wanted to kick out.

“I don’t know. He was there when I was...Cleaning up. He almost put me through the window” Bucky huffed back, looking down at the flex of his arm. The kid was still scowling up at them, something defiant in the glimmer of his eyes. Tony wanted to laugh, really.

The infamous Winter Soldier, caught out by a child. But then...That left him with having to deal with this nonsense, and, really, that was less amusing. Tony let his arms fold as he sat on the edge of the tub and looked down at the kid.

“Obviously, we’re not going to kill you. But as you can imagine, this kind of awkward for us. Him especially, I would imagine” Tony begun, and he could feel more than see the absolutely obliterating glower that Bucky sent him. He had a feeling he would be making up for that later.

“Now, I’m a businessman. And I think we are at a stable place in terms of negotiations, y’know? I’m getting that vibe. So how about this; I’ll take the tape off your mouth, and we can see about making this...Go away, hm?” He asked, gesturing vaguely around the room.

The kid didn’t seem convinced, glancing between them almost pointedly. Tony supposed he could sympathise; it wasn’t every day you had a tall, dark and dangerous serial killer-cum-Avenger kidnap you and dump you in the local billionaire’s bathtub.

Then again.

“And, whilst we’re at it...Let’s throw a little non-violence rule in there. On both sides. You’ve got a mean swing. He’s got a meaner swing. And honestly? I’m too old for this sort of thing, these days. I’d rather not have to get all suited up to prove a point” he divulged. The kid was staring at him now, vaguely like he was the owner of three heads. But after a heavy, awkward pause, the kid nodded slowly.

“There we go, see? That’s how adults do this kind of thing. Presumably. I’m not an expert on underage kidnappings” Tony announced airily, twisting away from the kid to reach for Bucky’s hip, where he knew at least three knives were concealed. Bucky slapped his hand away and produced one from another magical compartment somewhere on hi opposite side.

The kid shrank away distrustfully, brows pulling and eyes widening as Tony came closer, but he held up his free hand placatingly. He supposed there wasn’t a whole lot he could do to make the kid feel safer. “Trust me, sweetheart. Of the two of us, I’m the one you want holding the knife” he soothed, and cut through the first wind of tape to the kid’s horrified expression.

Tony made quick work of it, deft flicks of the knife that had the kid’s legs falling apart and his arms shaking against his chest once they were free. Tony supposed they might be a little numb. He had, after all, no idea just how long the kid had been a bathroom ornament.

Tony leaned back, and the kid blinked at them for all of five seconds, mouth still taped, before one arm shot up, palm pressing flat against the tiles and then the kid just...Lifted. Kicking out of the tub with startling speed and agility. Tony yelled, knocked by a long, slender leg so that he twisted, tipping over and into the tub in an inelegant flail of limbs. He could just about catch a glimpse of Bucky streaking after the kid.

They stood side by side, arms folded and in a matching state of annoyed disbelief as they stared. Below them, the kid scowled up at them with ferocity. He’d made it all the way to the bedroom before Bucky had slammed him into the carpet, and he sported a dark, rosy rug burn across the left side of his face, the corner of his lip ever so slightly indented where he’d bitten it.

“Its not like I knew” Bucky begun, but Tony let his head loll to fix him with such a withering stare that the Winter Soldier stopped talking, turning to sullenly stare at their captive. His own right cheek was already blossoming with a nice, knee-shaped bruise, where the kid had got one back for the rug-face.

“I hope you realise that this Earth does not contain enough caffeine - nor prozac - for this” Tony informed them both tersely, reaching up to rub at his temples. As it appeared, Bucky had not only kidnapped a child, but an enhanced child. The little shit was worryingly strong, and quicker than either of them could’ve anticipated.

“How did you not notice this when you kidnapped him” he continued, pressing harder at the building headache. Bucky remained silent, in a clear sulk as he and the kid stared at each other with building venom.

They had collectively managed to wrestle the kid to the side of the bed, where Tony had shamelessly linked him up to the reinforced cuffs in the wall that they normally reserved for...Less...Well. This.

As it was, the kid huddles against the bed frame, mulishly eyeing them like an old, pissed off cat waiting to strike. His arms were up, draped across the top of the bed and pulled taught. Tony had taped his legs again. Heavily.

Christ. Pepper would have a fucking buffet with this.

“Alright, alright. I’m going to remove the tape on your mouth. And we can try this again, okay? Like people. Adults. I can’t let you go until I know you’re not gonna go spilling this at Boy Scouts, and I’d kind of like you to know neither of us are going to hurt you”.

He eyed the dark, angry pink.

“...More”.

“And if you bite me, so help me God. I’ll....Think of something” he finalised, approaching. He didn’t give the kid enough time to react as he reached out, fingertips pinching the corner of the tape and pulling hard to the side. It came away with a loud tearing sound, rivalled only by the high-pitched yelp of pain that the kid gave.

And...Well, fuck.

He was even cuter with a full face.

A wet, pink tongue parted his raw lips and laved over the lower one slowly as the kid tipped his head back, scowling at him from under a layer of thick lashes. His mouth was a dark pink, raw from the tape.

The kid’s jaw worked as he chewed at his tongue and leaned back, staring them both down defiantly. It took Tony almost a full minute to collect himself. Christ, the kid was, what, fourteen? Fifteen? And here he was, thinking of...

“So!” He announced suddenly, clapping his hands together. “Now that all of us are somewhat willing participants in this, lets get it settled. I, for one, want my bed. And a generous slug of whiskey, after this. Name the price of your silence, kiddo”.

The kid stared at him for several long, drawn out seconds. The expression on his face was one of distrust, of uncertainty. His tongue worked at his lower lip and his jaw flexed once more. Tony kept his gaze fixed to his eyes, for he knew he’d track the movement otherwise.

Of course, the kid could ask for his entire bank account. And...Tony would probably give it to him. It was nothing he wouldn’t make back in a matter of months - a year, at the most - but still. Or perhaps the kid would take ‘price’ as a non-numerical sum. Perhaps he would call in a favour, or an act.

The kid did neither of those. His dark, amber gaze slid past Tony, fixing on where Bucky lurked with a steely resolve.

“He kills people”.

Tony blinked. A voice that silken, that sweet, had no business existing. Especially not with such a pretty face. It was a killer combination, really. His voice was slightly rasped, slightly rough from lack of water and perhaps from screaming.

“Ah”. He clicked his tongue and looked over his shoulder, to where Bucky was standing. Closer than initially thought, but generally, that was nothing surprising. Bucky had a tendency to be looming over one shoulder or the other. To his credit, Bucky didn’t seem disturbed, merely staring back just as challengingly.

“Well, y’know. That’s kind of a...John Wick sort of thing. Or...I can’t think of any moves where they kill for good, so. Let’s just say he’s a morally encompassed John Wick. Although it does beg the question of why you were around the sort of person he was going after” Tony pointed out, arms folding.

“He was part of the team that....Did this to me” the kid whispered back, fingers flexing through the cuffs. Tony didn’t have to be a genius to figure out what he was referring to. There was no way anything about this kid was entirely human.

Especially if the footprint on Bucky’s jaw was anything to do by. Or the horrible, tragic death of his bathtub.

“Mm. That’s...Fair” he settled on, shuffling on the spot. Christ. That just made all of this...Worse. There was clearly some tragic backstory there, some awful storyline the kid had probably been seeking answers or vengeance to. At a glance, Bucky was clearly thinking the same thing, brows pinched and jaw working as he chewed his tongue.

Clearly, Bucky hadn’t known that.

The kid was back to staring with those wide, earnest eyes. Tony let out a groan and rubbed at his temples, before taking a seat on the edge of the bed, near the bottom. The kid tensed up, tucking back against the wall, and Tony found something in his heart cracking a little.

“Jesus, kid. This is messier than my PR after a night out” he sighed, and made a flippant gesture to Bucky. “Get him some water. And something to eat”. His gaze drifted down to the kid’s clothing. Messy. Torn. But changing him would mean uncuffing him.

Tony shifted, lifting his hips enough to drag the thick, faux-fur blanket from the bottom of the bed. It was the softest material money could buy, luxurious and a bitch to wash. He crouched to one knee, an arm from the kid, and held out the blanket. “I’m gonna put this on you, yeah? I’d appreciate if you didn’t kick my teeth out”.

The kid stared at him balefully, but didn’t move as Tony shuffled closer, folding the blanket over his tiny shoulders. Up close the kid smelt like blood and leather, like aftershave and something almost akin to perfume. He was small, up close, but the clothing could well be hiding lithe muscle.

Even Clint looked a little on the slender side, without those biceps bared to the world.

Tony moved away, and for a while they simply sat there, awaiting Bucky’s return. For the life of him, Tony couldn’t think of a perfect, immediate solution. On one hand, this kid was...Clearly enhanced. Clearly had the ability to be dangerous. Being kidnapped by Bucky was possibly not the worst thing to have ever happened to him.

Christ, this could be even bigger than just this. What if the kid wasn’t the only one? What if -

“I can hear you thinking” the kid stated with an unimpressed tone. When he looked up, the kid was staring at him, tucked down into the blanket for warmth. Tony snorted, but didn’t try to argue it. How could he not? He couldn’t walk away from this, now. Couldn’t in good conscious just toss the kid some bills and send him back out to whatever potential horrors awaited.

“He’s The Winter Soldier, isn’t he?” The kid asked after a moment, and Tony looked up in surprise. He was saved from answering by Bucky appearing in his peripheral, expression pinched and guarded. e held a large glass of water in one hand, and a small try on the other, filled with small portions of various foods.

“Yes” Bucky answered for him, approaching with silent steps and crouching at Tony’s feet, though he faced the kid. Tony automatically reached out, but remembered himself at the last moment and let the hand fall to his shoulder, not his hair. “You said they did this to you. Clarify” Bucky ordered, though gently, as he set the tray down.

He reached up then, past the kid to press his thumb to the scanner on the cuff of his right hand. It beeped and fell apart, releasing the kid’s wrist. He stared at it in disbelief and wariness, and Tony tensed, ready for him to try and fight his way out again. But then with a cautious glance at them both, he reached slowly for the water, and sniffed it, before sipping carefully.

“They used nuclear and molecular modification to weaponise and mutate the DNA of a spider species. I never found out which. They needed a test subject. I was walking home late, alone”. He sipped again, and Bucky glanced back at Tony, who sighed heavily.

Whelp. There officially goes the easy option of throwing a million at the kid and herding him out.

“Every time I plan a hot bath” he muttered, scowling as he double-tapped the arc reactor at his chest.

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lesbianlovelanguage · 4 years

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Har-Harrrr 🥺👉🏼👈🏼 Can I request a sleepy/grumpy hug from the hug prompts for our booooys pretty please 🥺💛

Aweee Ari, thanks for the sweet request 🥰💖🥺

I hope you like it. I know it’s a little (a lot) ooc for Billy, but I just needed soft Billy in my life right now and this is what happened...

It went without saying that it had been a rough time in the Harrington household. The fact that Steve’s parents returning without warning and absolutely digging into Steve about his low grades and his fall from King Steve paired with the fact that he had to cancel his movie night with The Party and Billy left him in the worst headspace he’s had in a while.

Unsurprisingly, he dreaded the time for him to go to sleep, when the house was silent and the pool’s light reflected on his ceiling. He got ready slowly, taking as much time as he could with his nightly routine and trying his damnedest to not fixate on the subtle blue reflection on his ceiling, but it was impossible to avoid forever. He reluctantly pulled back his comforter and climbed into bed, curling on his side facing away from the window.

He was just about to finally drift off when a sudden knock on his window sent a massive jolt of adrenaline through his system. He snatched his bat up from it’s resting place on the floor under his bed, and slowly crept over to his window. In one sharp movement, he flung back the curtain, opened the window, and swung with all his might at the shadowy figure that tumbled through.

Luckily enough, his swing was shakey and wide, landing about three inches to the left of the figure splayed out on his beige carpet, because once he was actually able to focus on it, he realised it was Billy Hargrove. He dropped the bat as the adrenaline began to dissipate from his system, leaving him exhausted and grumpy.

“What the fuck Princess? You swing that shit at all your guests or am I just special?” Billy groused out, rolling away from the offending weapon and climbing cautiously to his feet. He backed away from Steve, hands out as if to sooth a wild animal, which Steve was confident was exactly what he looked like, with his slumped shoulders and deep scowl taking over his face.

“Don’t be ridiculous Hargrove. You’re not special, except for the fact that you fucking climbed through my window like a fucking boogeyman at...” He trailed off as he looked over his shoulder to the clock on his nightstand. “At two am? What the fuck do you want?” The question dripped in hostility and all of the pent up anger he felt. He stumbled away from Billy, and unceremoniously flopped onto the corner of his bed, holding his head in his hands. From his view of the floor, he saw Billy’s black combat boots shuffle quietly towards him.

“I-I came to check up on you.” He admitted in a hesitant whisper. Once again, Billy startled Steve enough to make him stiffen his shoulders and shoot his head up from his hands.

“Bullshit.” Steve hissed. “Why the fuck would you of all people want to check up on me?”

“Because you’re Bambi, and I know what it’s like to have shitty parents. Figured you needed someone to be there tonight and no one else was gonna do anything about it.” Billy stated all of this as if it were as obvious as the fact that the sky was blue or birds flew.

Steve let out a humourless laugh, and shook his head.

“Well, you got one thing right. No one’s stupid enough to check up on a bullshit boy with daddy issues.”

“I’m here, and you’re not bullshit Pretty Boy.” Once again the black boots shuffled quietly in place, as if Billy were nervous to ask something.

“Spit it out Hargrove. I haven’t got all night.”

“Right, right. A princess needs their beauty sleep after all.” He said, clearly waisting time to avoid the question.

“Oh fuck off. Say what you really want to say and get out.” That got the boots to stop and steady into a wide stance. Steve suddenly heard a whisper in his ear of plant your feet.

“CanIhugyou?” He blurted out in a quick stream. It took Steve’s exhausted and overwhelmed brain a second to process, but before it fully registered, he was nodding his head slowly. Billy shot forward and wrapped Steve in a hug, far gentler than he would have guess Billy to be capable of. He did have to admit that it was nice. Billy was warm and his trademark leather jacket was soft and smelled like ocean and sunshine. He settled into the hug before he knew what he was doing, and slowly wrapped his arms around the blond’s waist to return the embrace. He tugged backwards to pull Billy closer, but Billy took it as a signal to end the hug. He pulled back slower than he had initiated the hug, and that was when it finally settled into Steve’s brain that Billy fucking Hargrove had climbed through his window to hug him in the middle of the night.

What the actual fuck?

Steve was shocked into silence, but he also missed Billy’s warmth something fierce. Fuck pride, he was tired and grumpy and fucking exhausted of being held at an arm’s distance by everyone in his life. He looked into Billy’s eyes and softly patted the bed space next to him in a clear invitation.

“Thanks Billy. I-I didn’t realize I needed that. I know what I said, and I know this sounds pathetic, but would you-“ He gulped, feeling as if his mouth has suddenly replaced itself with the Sahara desert. “Would you like to stay? I mean it’s late and it’s probably dangerous to drive back home right now. You can take the couch.” He tacked the last bit on reluctantly, secretly wishing Billy would somehow insist on sharing Steve’s bed. It was big enough for both of them after all.

As if reading his mind, or more likely his face because Steve was known to wear his heart on his sleeve, Billy cleared his throat and said “I don’t think either of us want me to sleep on the couch.”

And that was how Steve ended up curled up, face tucked into Billy’s chest with Billy’s jacket abandoned on the floor next to his bed. He settled in, and realised suddenly that he couldn’t see the pool lights in this position. With this revelation, sleep seemed to come easier. Moments before he slipped into true unconsciousness, he felt Billy angle his head down, pressing a gentle kiss into Steve’s soft hair and whisper a quiet admission Steve would never admit to hearing.

“You’re not bullshit Pretty Boy. You’re practically my whole world anymore.”

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bangtan-sonyeonddaeng · 5 years

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Yoongi Hanahaki AU

angst but with a happy ending :)

You woke up to another coughing fit. They were coming more frequently now. What started as sporadic coughing fits had now became a nightly occurrence, sometimes even during the day. You had to start carrying a separate bag with you to hide the flower petals. Coughing up stargazer lilies had to be the least pleasant flower to cough up next to roses. You had heard from some that they could literally feel the thorns wrapping around their lungs, making it extremely painful to even breathe. In that respect you considered yourself lucky, although you couldn’t help but wish your unrequited love’s favorite flower was a chrysanthemum. At least the petals were smaller.

You ran into the bathroom and leaned over the sink, this time coughing up more petals than usual and noticing that they were now beginning to stain with blood. You knew the disease was progressing. It always did. Until your crush returned your feelings or you had surgery to remove the stems of the flowers from your lungs. But that would also cause you to forget your feelings and you didn’t want that. You didn’t want to forget how happy he makes you even if your feelings weren’t mutual. And you knew it would continue to get worse until death was inevitable.

You had debated having the surgery, wondering if it was worth the risk. Not only was it horribly expensive, there was no guarantee it would work. And it was extremely dangerous. Some people died on the operating table anyway and you weren’t sure if you were willing to take that risk.

Many people asked you, why didn’t you just confess to Yoongi? You wished it were that easy. If he wasn’t already seeing someone else you would have in a heart beat. You hid your crush on your best friend for years, not wanting to ruin things between the two of you. However it seemed the more you tried to bury your feelings the easier they came to the surface. When he smiled at you it sent your heart thudding in your chest, when he hugged you, your head swam and you felt dizzy. Over the time of knowing each other you quickly began to realize you were in love with him. There was no denying it at this point. Shortly after he began dating another girl, you coughed up your first flower petal. It terrified you, knowing that this was practically a death sentence. That was 6 months ago. You knew the average life span for someone once they contracted hanahaki was around a year. So you wanted to spend that year happily, surrounded by your friends, family, and with the man you loved. Even if he didn’t love you back.

Yoongi had stayed the night at your house, it was something he did often when he was stressed out or upset about something. Usually he slept on the couch or spare room, but tonight for some reason he had insisted on sleeping with you. When you woke up coughing you were horrified he was going to wake up and see you. But thankfully Yoongi slept like a rock and he didn’t wake up as you ran to the bathroom. Now you were gazing at yourself in the mirror, noticing the blood at the corner of your mouth. You wiped it away and took a few deep breaths even though it hurt to do so. You quickly gathered up the flower petals and flushed them down the toilet.

Entering back into the bedroom you now saw Yoongi sitting up in bed, looking rather tired. He looked so endearing though with his hair messed up and a soft smile on his face when you walked in.

“Are you ok y/n? I thought I heard you coughing a lot.”

“Oh.. no I am okay. I just choked on some water when I took a drink is all.”

“There’s no water next to the bed?”

“Uhm.. I dumped it out in the sink. Didn’t want that to happen again you know?” You lay back down, back facing away from him. You feel his hand reach out and hold your own, something he’s always loved to do and he made very clear to his girlfriend would never change between the two of you.

“You know I can tell when you’re lying to me right? Are you sick?” You debate with yourself. You can tell him the truth, tell him that he’s basically killing you. Or you could continue to hide it, make up an excuse. You opt for the latter of the two options.

“Uh, yeah. I have had a cough the past few days. But I didn’t want to cancel our weekly hang out so I tried to hide it. Guess I kinda failed though.” You feel a pillow smack into your back and you roll over, surprise evident on your face.

“You brat! You’re gonna get me sick!” You can’t help but laugh seeing the offended look on his face, but laughing brings about more coughing.

Oh please, no flower petals this time, please. Your silent plea is granted as you just cough, no petals coming with it this time.

“Y/n you sound horrible are you sure you’re okay?”

“Yeah I’ll be fine. If you don’t want to stay the rest of the night though I understand.”

“No way. I’m staying here to make sure you’re okay. I’ll leave in the morning though, okay?”

“Alright Yoongi. Get some rest.”

“You too, clearly you need it more than I do.”

The next day you wake up and Yoongi is already gone. You breathe out a sigh of relief, knowing that you don’t have to hide anything from him now. You get out of bed, feeling the plush carpet beneath your feet and gaze out the window. You look at the sun, listen to the birds, and appreciate the warm breeze on your face. You’ve learned to appreciate the little things like this. You’re enjoying the peace when your phone dings with a new message, you look and see it’s from Yoongi.

Hey, sorry I dipped out like that. Can we go get lunch together though if you are feeling better? We can go out for ramen maybe some warm broth will help you feel better.

And it’s because of the little things like this that are the reason you will continue to love Yoongi. Your feelings for him are never going to change and you know that. Not when he’s so thoughtful, so sweet and caring. You text him back that you’d love to meet him. He sends you a time and an address. You have an hour before you have to be there so you quickly get ready and head out the door. On the walk over to the restaurant you notice you’re getting winded more quickly. You have to stop to take breaks every few moments as you feel like you can’t breathe. You’re outside the restaurant now, gasping for air when you spot Yoongi walking towards you. He smiles and waves at you and you try to return the action but are immediately hit with another coughing fit. Yoongi rushes over to you and places his hand on your back, rubbing it softly.

“Y/n breathe. If you were that sick you should have just stayed home. Ah, what am I going to do with you?” You continue coughing and feel the petals clogging your throat. You fall onto the ground and now Yoongi is panicking. You can’t cover your mouth in time before a flower petal falls onto the ground.

“Y/n?! Are you... oh my god you have hanahaki? Why didn’t you tell me? How long have you been hiding this from me?!” He’s about to continue scolding you until he hears you gasping for air and sees three more flower petals fly out of your mouth and onto the cement. “Wait a minute.. those are.. stargazer lilies? Those are my favorite flowers.. Y/n..”

“I’m sorry.” You manage to get out before darkness pools around your vision. You hear Yoongi shouting your name before everything fades to black.

Yoongi sees your head about to hit the pavement and he immediately cradles it in his hands, setting you down gently in his lap as he pulls his phone out and calls for emergency services. While he’s waiting for the ambulance to arrive he mulls over everything that’s come to light within the past few minutes.

You had hanahaki disease, clearly for quite some time now, and you were coughing up his favorite flower. Meaning you were in love with him. And you honestly thought he didn't return your feelings.

“God, y/n I love you, you idiot. How could you even think for a moment that I didn’t.” He just hopes his words reach you and that he isn’t too late. When he hears the sirens approaching he places a soft kiss to your forehead. Looking at your unconscious form is causing panic to rise up in his chest but he needs to stay calm, for you. One of the EMT’s rush out of the vehicle and kneels right next to you two.

“What happened?”

“Hanahaki..” is all Yoongi has to say before the EMT gives him a sympathetic look.

“I’ll do everything I can okay?” Yoongi nods his head and he watches them carry you into the ambulance and place you on the stretcher.

“Do you want to come along?”

“Oh.. I’m not family or anything.”

“Well I won’t tell anyone if you don’t.” Yoongi nods graciously and hops into the back of the ambulance, refusing to let go of your hand the whole way to the hospital.

You hear the steady sound of beeping, your brain is conscious but you can’t move and it makes a slight panic begin to flutter in your chest. The beeping picks up pace and you can hear Yoongi’s voice.

“Y/n.. love are you awake? Can you hear me?” You want to say yes but you just can’t make your voice work yet and you can’t open your eyes. You feel a warmth envelop your hand and a light squeeze.

“Can you squeeze my hand just like that if you can hear me please?” You try your best, you know it’s weak but you assume Yoongi can feel it as you hear him sigh in relief.

“Oh thank god. I thought you were never going to wake up. You scared the shit out of me.” You can’t remember what happened, you wonder where you are right now but figure you must be in a hospital judging by the smell of harsh chemicals. You slowly begin wiggling your toes, then your fingers and eventually you are able to flutter your eyes open, only to be met with the harsh florescent lights.

“Ah, shit let me go turn those off.” The warmth leaves your hand and you immediately miss it. However in no time at all you feel his hand wrapped back around yours.

“Y...Yoo..” You try to speak but your throat is so dry and hoarse.

“Shh.. baby don’t talk let me go get you some water okay?” You nod and feel a cup pressed to your lips moments later. You take a few sips before it’s pulled away. “Better?”

“I.. think so. Thank you. What happened to me?”

“You’ve been out for a day now.. I was going to meet you for lunch but you..” Suddenly everything comes back and you are so fearful now that Yoongi knows that he is the cause of your hanahaki, that you’re in love with him. “Y/n don’t worry okay? I’m assuming you remember everything now?”

“Yes.. I’m sorry Yoongi please just forget this even happened. I’ll get the surgery done or something but I don’t want to ruin your relationship or you to try and force yourself to love me just because I’m dying.”

“That’s not necessary y/n.”

“What do you mean?” He’s about to answer you and tell you the truth but at that moment the doctor walks in.

“Ah! Y/n! I am so happy to see you are awake. You are very lucky dear. If this young man hadn’t been there to call you an ambulance you may have suffocated on the flower petals.”

“I was that close to dying?”

“I’m not going to sugar coat things but yes.. you were.” You let that sink in for a moment, scolding yourself for not doing anything to try and stop or at least slow the disease.

“So what happened then?” Suddenly you feel another coughing fit and you panic, thinking that you’re going to die anyways despite Yoongi’s and this kind doctor’s efforts to save you.

“Ah, y/n it’s okay. Your body is just coughing up the last of the petals that were left in there but no more should come after today.” A few petals fly out of your mouth onto the bed as you look at her in confusion. “Ah well see here’s the thing. We took an x-ray fully expecting to see the roots taking hold in your lungs, but they seem to not be clinging on anymore. You should cough those up soon as well and then you should be able to breathe a little easier.”

“So.. what I just magically got cured?” The doctor glances at Yoongi in confusion at your question.

“Wait a minute you didn’t tell y/n yet?”

“Tell me what?” “Oh my goodness okay. I’ll give you two a while to talk and then I’ll come back in later, okay?” She briskly walks out of the room, leaving you feeling more confused than ever.

“What did she mean Yoongi?”

“Well.. as you know there’s only a few ways for hanahaki to be cured.. You didn’t have the surgery.. and I’m assuming your feelings for me haven’t changed?” You shake your head and your increased heart rate is picked up by the monitor, causing Yoongi to let out a chuckle.

“Well, then the last option is that I return your feelings. I’m in love with you y/n. I have been for a while now. It’s not just because I found out you have, well had this disease because of me. You know it doesn’t work like that. I just thought there was no way you would ever like me back so I buried my feelings, forced myself not to let them take hold of me and let me tell you that was the hardest thing I ever had to do in my life. I think the past month though I haven’t really been succeeding though because I started coughing petals up too.. thinking you didn’t love me back. I didn’t have it as bad as you though. There wasn’t enough time for the roots to form before I realized you were in love with me.” He rubs the back of his head and you just stare at him dumbfounded. Yoongi liked you this whole time?

“Wait a minute but what about your girlfriend?”

“I was dating her to help me forget about my feelings for you.. I know how shitty that makes me sound but I had to try something because I was terrified of hanahaki. I thought if I dated someone else maybe my feelings for you would gradually go away but they didn’t. It just made it worse because all I could think about was how much I would rather have been with you.” You are shocked at his confession, but are also so incredibly happy.

“You know we could have saved ourselves a lot of trouble if we just would have been honest and confessed to each other.”

“I know.. but I hope maybe now I can start making up for it?” You smile and nod your head.

“Yoongi.. can I ask you for something?”

“Anything, love.”

“Can you kiss me?” A slight blush forms on his cheeks but he gets up from the chair next to your bed.

“I think I can do that.” He leans down and presses his lips to your own and it’s everything you’ve been wanting and more. The way his lips connect with yours, it’s like you both were made for each other. He deepens the kiss and you both don’t notice the heart monitor wildly beeping until a nurse barges into the room seeing the two of you. You quickly pull away, feeling embarrassed.

“Oh! Gosh I’m sorry I’ll uh, just leave you two alone then. Sorry, very sorry!” She rushes out of the room and you both can’t help but burst out laughing. He leans down and pecks your lips again.

“I love you so much y/n.”

“You have no idea how much it means to me to hear you say that.. I love you too, Yoongi.”

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nctzendreamz · 4 years

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Crazy, Rich, and They Hate Me :: Part Eight

Jaehyun finally takes you home, but he forgets to mention that his family is the richest in South Korea.

Part One Part Two Part Three Part Four Part Five

Part Six Part Seven

Jaehyun x Reader ft. NCT

Genre: Angst/ Fluff

“The royal wedding.” Heechul whispered as the three of you pulled up to the expensive scene. There were cameras everywhere. Multiple limos continues to line up behind the mustang you currently sat in, and even though they didn’t know you saw them, everyone wanted to know who was in this car.

“You don’t seem nervous.” Jasmine questioned with a raised eyebrow.

“I’m a good liar.” You whispered, unconsciously tapping your leg out of their view.

“You look beautiful, okay? And you’re at Park Rosé’ wedding. And she actually likes you.” Heechul said in shock.

“What’s the supposed to mean?” You asked in an offended tone.

“Look, all I’m saying, is that you have an opportunity here. Just like we told you at the house, show these snobs that you can look better, be better, and arrive all alone. You got this.”

“I got this.” You assured yourself, before taking a deep breath, and stepping outside of the vehicle. You felt like a celebrity who had to put on an act as a smile immediately found its way to your cheeks. The lights flashing at you made you sweat even more, but the closer you got to the wedding entrance, the more confidence you felt.”

“That dress.” You heard a reporter whisper, clearly in awe of you.

“Everyone this way!” Another yelled, and you realized that their attention was previously on Yuna and her posse. A genuine smile crept on your cheeks at how angry she looked. She stormed inside as well as the rest of her friends, while you continued to pose on the red carpet.

When you finally did get inside, you could spot your biggest fear. She walked with her cousins and sisters, and rolled Grandma through the semi crowded hallway. You looked up at where you were, and you couldn’t believe that most of the people in here were used to this. The white walls were pure, just as they should be. It reminded you of Johnny and Rosé, and how their relationship isn’t about how much wealth they could gain together in the future. It was about love.

When you walked into the room where the ceremony was being held, your eyes enlarged even more if that was even possible.

You had never seen anything like it. The lanterns, the plants scattered all around. It was so beautiful. People were all around, some mingling, and some trying to figure out the best place to sit. Your eyes were on Mrs. Jung, as you finally were able to handle the verdict.

She was never going to approve of you. She was never going to accept you.

“You look absolutely stunning, Mrs. Jung.” You bowed as you approached her on the front row. Everyone looked as if you had the biggest balls they’d ever come across.

She was silent for a moment, before she nodded her head gently. “Thank you. You look...nice as well.”

“And you too ladies.” You greeted. “So beautiful.” You whispered.

“Us? Look at you!” One of them spoke. “That dress? Divine.”

You watched as Jaehyun’s mother gave her the side eye, clearly not enjoying the compliments you were receiving, but you felt no pain. You also noticed the way she kept her purse in place so you couldn’t sit down with the rest of the family, but that didn’t surprise you either.

You turned around swiftly, and scanned around for a place to sit. All of a sudden you felt a tap on your shoulder.

“Are you Y/N?” An older woman questioned. She was wearing red just like you, and her eyes were unmistakably those of the bride.

“Yes ma’am.” You said with a bright smile, taking her hand.

“Would you mind escorting me to my seat? I’m getting a little up there in age.” She smiled back.

“Of course, but you don’t look a day over 25. Don’t you know?”

As you sat her down, you saw her pat the space beside her. “I see why my daughter speaks so highly of you. I’m sure you’ve figured out I’m her mother.”

“Those eyes are hard to ignore.”

She giggled softly, clearly reminiscing about her only child. “Ah, yes. She’s always looked like me.”

“Are you sad about today?” You questioned, rubbing her back softly.

“No.” And in her eyes, you could see that she meant it. “Rosé used to always say to me, ‘Mom, no one will ever love me.’ I used to think she sounded absolutely ridiculous until she got older and explained to me what she actually meant.”

“And what was that?”

“I think you know.” She smirked, placing her hand on yours.

All of a sudden, you remembered the conversation you and Rosé had on the beach. The one where she vented to you about how she feels people only see her for her status, and not for her.

“Oh, yes.” You recalled. “She told you about that?”

“She told all of us. She also talked to Johnny about it.”

You couldn’t believe what you were hearing. “She did?”

“As I told you, she very much so adores you. And so does Jaehyun.”

The mention of Jaehyun’s name made every memory from the previous night to aflame in your mind. God, you missed him. You had no idea if he wanted to see you, but you wanted to apologize.

“He was there too.” She said, snapping you out of your thoughts. “He was so frantic, saying he ruined everything.”

Your heart was breaking the more and more she spoke.

“But in the end, he was alright. He’s a good boy. Always has been.”

“Was Johnny upset? I hate for all of this to happen during his wedding.”

“Johnny will always be better than okay. My son and Jaehyun are like brothers, and family doesn’t turn away from eachother. We love eachother, and I believe we all needed last night. It was like a last goodbye, almost. Johnny is officially a man after today.” She chuckled once again.

You couldn’t even speak as your eyes rested on your hands.

“In life, I’ve learned to never focus on the people that don’t like you.” She said suddenly. “It’ll only put you in a bad mood, and can deter you away from the ones you love, and the people that love you.”

Just a few feet away, eyes were burning into your features.

“Is she here?” Johnny questioned.

“Yeah.” Jaehyun said in a shocked tone. Deep down, he knew you were coming. God, you looked so amazing. You always did. “She’s talking to your mom.”

“Really?” Johnny was the surprised one now, peeking his head from behind the curtain. “Holy shit that’s a lot of people.” He breathed out nervously.

“Everything is going to be fine. You look great, the venue looks great.” Jaehyun placed a hand on his broad shoulder. “It’s finally here.”

“It’s finally here.” His voice trembled as he spoke. “I get to marry the girl of my dreams.”

“The love of your life.”

“The love of my life.” He confirmed. “With my bestfriend by my side.”

“With your bestfriend by your side.” Jaehyun grinned, his dimple coming out with pride.

“Are you guys done making out yet?” Lucas yawned.

“Yeah pretty boy.” Jaehyun promptly snatched the glasses off of his face, throwing them on the ground.

“Those were expensive!”

“Yeah? Well I think the people would rather see your eyes. I promise you no sponsors are watching.”

“I hope they are.” Taeyong snarked as he rested on the corner. “Maybe it’ll digress his ego.”

“Did mommy yell at you again last night?” Yuta joined in, squeezing his cousins cheek.

Taeyong was silent for a minute, before removing his hand from his face in dramatic fashion. “Not anymore than usual. I’m just...”

“Realizing this is our last boyish moment?” Haechan said.

“Yeah.” He whispered.

“Oh, don’t even get me started.” Johnny sighed, eyes up to the ceiling. He didn’t want to cry before the wedding even started.

“Remember that time when Jaehyun broke the statue of Buddha in the foyer, but he really wanted to go to the fencing tournament so we all took the blame for him?” Lucas said in a somber tone, even though he was laughing.

“And he never payed us back for it.” Yuta eyed.

“That was my one crime!” Jaehyun explained. “Let’s talk about I was always covering for you two.” He pointed at Yuta and Lucas, “for always sneaking girls in. I was risking my life.”

“Yeah, whatever.” Yuta sighed. “Remember that time we all got mad at Haechan and Taeyong because they told on us.”

“And we made up because we saw those spoiled brats messing with the two of them at school, and beat them up.” Johnny couldn’t breathe at this point.”

“I’ll never forget that one.” Taeyong smiled. “It was the first time I felt like I had brothers.”

“Me too.” Haechan agreed.

Now there was silence. It was pure. It was loving.

“It’s true that we can’t be kids forever.” Lucas sighed. “But what we have is something that can never be broken.”

“A brotherhood that lasts forever.” Johnny whispered.

“Forever.” The rest of them said in unison.

“And we’ll always be here.” Jaehyun added. “No matter what.”

“And Taeyong.” Yuta spoke suddenly. “I’m sorry if you think we’re like your parents. We know how good you are at what you do, and we’ve always been proud of you.”

“Thanks, bro.”

“And Jae.” Lucas sighed dramatically. “What I said about Y/N wasn’t cool. But...if you guys are about to break up...”

“And there he is.” They all said.

Together, they all came to Johnny in a group hug, squeezing the life out of him. They stood there for what felt like forever.

Suddenly, the slow ballad began, and they knew it was their que.

One by one, they approached the alter. Johnny couldn’t breathe, and Jaehyun couldn’t help but to look at you for a quick second. He could tell you didn’t notice. The woman hired to sing set the mood perfectly, and the instruments matched the theme. The floral designs everywhere made it all so real for everyone.

The flower girls came out first. They gained awe’s from the crowd who ruffled their hair gently as they threw their flowers out.

The melody continued as they made their way to the alter, giving Johnny and they rest of the cousins big hugs. You couldn’t help but tear up at the sight of Jaehyun. You wanted kids with him. You wanted this moment with him.

Suddenly the lights lowered, and the singing stopped. You were told before the wedding started that this was where the lanterns were supposed to be brought out hanging for the bride to walk through. Together, everyone followed instructions and lit the aisle up. It was so beautiful. Her bridesmaids appeared for a short moment before they moved out of the way and revealed Rosé while water flowed through the aisle. It was guaranteed the most perfection thing you had ever seen.

“Wow.” You whispered. She looked essentric. “She cut her hair.” You smiled as a tear finally dropped down onto your hand.

Now you couldn’t help but to let your eyes go back to Jaehyun, who was finally looking at you too. Time really did stop as the two of you looked at eachother. It always did. It was almost telepathic as you both apologized with your begging, watery eyes. The beginning of your journey replayed like a flash, and you both knew. You knew this was far from over, and that not even the worst could make you two not be soulmates. You can’t mess with fate.

I love you. He mouthed as he bit his lip to contain his tears.

I love you. You mouthed back, wiping the river from your eyes.

Jaehyun then put his hand on Johnny’s shoulder, comforting his brother as he couldn’t contain his tears either.

Rosé had finally made her way to the steps of the alter, her father giving her away and Johnny assisting her.

“Before we join these two in marriage, they have vows.” The minister said, stepping back.

“Johnny.” Rosé spoke in a shaky voice, paper in hand. “These past few years with you have been the best years of my life. When I first met you, I was scared. I was so scared because you were so convincing. For the first time I felt myself falling in love with someone, but better yet, I could tell he was falling in love with me too and it was absolutely horrifying. I wanted to see this day so bad, but I knew something bad would happen, or you were going to break my heart...but you didn’t. And now, I get to call you my husband, and start a family with you, and I just...love you.” A smile radiated across her cheeks as she placed the ring on his finger.

“Rosé.” Johnny sniffled, causing everyone in the audience to awe at his transparent nature. “You are the reason I’m the man I am today. Before we met, I didn’t know myself at all. You showed me that I was human. You’re the one who’s always there for me, you’re the one who showed me just how beautiful life can be—the one who showed me happiness in its purest form. There are so many words that fit with you because you are that amazing, but the most important is that you are the love of my life. I can’t believe God blessed me with you, but I vow today that I will never take advantage of this opportunity. I won’t let you down.” He slipped the huge diamond onto her finger.

Jaehyun once again took a peak at you. As he listened to the vows being said, he noticed that this is exactly how he felt towards you. You were the only person he wanted to see when he hated the world. Even when he didn’t, all he wanted was you. You made him feel human. Not just some rich boy who could take care of you. You saw him for who he actually was. A man who could be insecure, awkward, and could make mistakes. You could take his mind off anything he didn’t want to think about. You are the love of his life.

“Do you, Johnny Suh, take Rosé to be your wife?”

“I do.”

“Do you, Rosé Park, take Johnny Suh to be your husband?”

“I do.”

“Well on that touching note, I now prounouce you, husband and wife.”

Cheers and confetti erupted from the venue. Johnny and Rosé connect in a passionate kiss before joining hands and stepping back into the watered aisle.

Now it was time to party.

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voidwaren · 4 years

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#StoncyWeek2020

so I am very, very, very late to Stoncy week (I completely forgot what week it was happening, lockdown brain is a doozy), but I outlined a road trip AU for the prompts back when I decided I wanted to take part, and I’ll be damned if I let an actual outline, something I usually don’t do, go to waste.

the prompts won’t be in order for the fic, though, so maybe being late was for the best! much like my Whumptober2019 fic, I took the prompts and made a plot out of them. only, this time, it was intentional.

we’ll be starting off with Day 2′s prompt: Having a bad day and the other(s) noticing

“Maybe we could have a joint thing for graduation,” Nancy said one morning from her bed, pulling the curlers from her hair as she got ready for the day, Jonathan on the other end of the phone she had pressed to her cheek with her shoulder. “Meet up halfway between the states and just do our own thing before college, like old times.”

“I guess,” Jonathan replied, sounding like he wanted to do anything but be on the phone with her right then. She frowned at the receiver.

“Am I keeping you from something more important than this conversation?” she said, annoyed. The curler she’d been in the process of unwinding hung limp by her cheek, forgotten.

“What?” said Jonathan, suddenly surprised. Nancy rolled her eyes. “No, no, shit. Sorry. I’m just—” He stopped. Nancy waited for him to continue, and, after a moment, he said, tiredly, “I hate being away from Hawkins. I miss it.”

Nancy felt her mouth go dry. They’d talked a bunch of times about how different Montauk, New York was from Hawkins, how everyone was handling the move, how strange his new school was in comparison to the tiny, intimate one Hawkins housed, how much easier it was to keep to himself when no one cared who he was, new or not. How glad he was they didn’t move all the way to Maine like his mom had wanted, but how Montauk was still way too far away. But he’d never said he missed where he’d come from.

He’d talked about missing Nancy, missing all the annoying kids and their antics, missing the nights where the sky was so clear that he could see stars that didn’t show up in Montauk because of the way the sea fogged up the night—but he never explicitly said he missed Hawkins. Not until now.

And that’s how Nancy suddenly knew Jonathan was not okay.

She went to the movie rental store. She didn’t know where else to go. Steve was the only other person left in Hawkins who knew Jonathan to a degree she needed, and she didn’t have anyone else to turn to that wasn’t her little brother and his friends. She’d wouldn’t have ever exactly called Steve and Jonathan close friends, not so readily, but Steve cared about Jonathan enough to check up on him occasionally via Nancy when they saw each other, and she knew he’d care enough to help her decide what to do.

Steve looked surprised when she pushed through the doors of the movie rental he worked at now with that girl he’d been with at the mall—Robin? —and immediately slid off his perch of the counter to greet her.

“Nancy?” he said, like he wasn’t sure if she was here for a movie or because something had gone terribly wrong in a town where nothing could stay right for very long.

“Hey,” she greeted quietly, trying to sound normal. It was the wrong thing to do, because Steve’s back straightened to a ramrod position.

His head swiveled on his neck as he looked back and forth around the store, and then, once he decided the coast was clear, he ducked his head and said, “What’s going on, Nance?”

And Nancy just about slumped over with the weight of it. Steve had never exactly been the most perceptive of guys, but he had loved her, possibly more than anyone in the world ever had, and she knew he would never abandon her when she needed him. Not really. She couldn’t exactly say she was the same.

Steve didn’t move towards her like he might have in another life, in a world where monsters weren’t real and Barb hadn’t been lost to a dark unknown, and she was thankful for that, because she didn’t know what she would have done with herself if he had.

“It’s Jonathan,” she started, then hesitated, her gaze flashing to Robin for a second before realizing her presence didn’t matter. She might not have been around as long as the rest of them, but she knew the baseline of what happened in the shadows of Hawkins, and Steve obviously trusted her. That had to count for something.

A deep wrinkle formed between Steve’s eyebrows. “Jonathan?” he repeated quickly. “What’s wrong with Jonathan? Is he okay?”

“He’s— No. He’s depressed, I guess.” She dropped her head and shook it once, the grungy store carpet beneath her feet taking up all her line of sight. “He misses Hawkins, and I don’t know what to do about it.”

“Never thought someone could miss something like Hawkins,” Robin muttered, and Nancy was surprised she had to agree with her.

“Is Montauk that terrible?” Steve asked.

Nancy sighed and lifted her hands up, her thumbs pressing hard into the corners of her eyes. She was tired underneath it all. Worn, weary, and so, so fucking tired. “I think he just wants to come home.”

She knew that was the moment Steve understood, because he made that soft, startled sound in the back of his throat, almost inaudible. It was a familiar sound, one she’d become so attuned to in the short time they’d been seeing one another. He made it whenever something clicked in his head, just before he made whatever reaction he wanted to portray.

Sure enough, when she removed her hands, she found him with his hands splayed flat on the counter as he leaned towards her, his expression solemn. Robin watched attentively from the other side, her eyes darting between Steve and Nancy.

“So, we’ll bring him home,” Steve declared, like it was that easy. He reached for the phone that sat to his right, half-buried under old flyers for the reopening of a store nearby, like the town wasn’t small enough for word to spread faster by mouth alone.

He lifted the receiver from the cradle and held it Nancy’s way expectantly. Nancy glanced down at it like she didn’t know what it was. Steve gave it a little shake.

Nancy looked up with a frown. “Now?” she asked skeptically. “Here?”

“I don’t get off for another few hours and I want to be there for this. Just dial him, Nance. I’ll handle the rest.”

“Keith’s not going to like that,” Robin warned without moving an inch to stop him. She was smiling from where she leaned her hip against the counter, and Nancy felt the resurging, petty urge to ask just who she was—again. She quickly squashed it. She’d let Steve go, willingly left him when he’d still wanted her, and that was not Robin’s fault.

“Keith’s a dick,” was apparently Steve’s reasoning for why it was okay. He watched Nancy without blinking until Nancy took the phone from his grip and held it in both of her hands. Once Steve’s hand was free, he used it to twist the cradle around until it faced Nancy, and then he returned to his stare-and-wait tactic.

Nancy sighed, and then she reached a hand out and dialed Jonathan’s number. The phone only rang twice.

“Hello?” a voice that could have been either Jonathan or Will if you were going by tone alone answered, but was very obviously Jonathan by the way the voice sounded like it wanted to be doing anything but answering the phone right then.

“Hey, Jonathan,” she replied, more timid than she’d intended.

“Nancy?”

“And Steve,” Steve added helpfully before Nancy could say anything, pulling the phone towards him with three fingers hooked around her wrist.

“Steve?” Jonathan parroted, his voice suddenly an octave higher in surprise.

“Plus Robin,” said Robin, slowly, in a voice like she’d expected Nancy or Steve to mention her and they’d done the situation a great injustice by not doing such, “because you’re being called from Hawkins’ one and only video rental.”

Jonathan’s confusion was palpable. “Okay?” he tried, sounding anything but okay with the call. “Would one of you mind explaining to me why any of this is happening?”

That was one of his Mrs. Byers-isms, which told Nancy he was not only confused, but immediately frustrated. He only spoke like his mom when Will was either defying him and doing something stupid (rarely), or he wanted some sort of command over what was happening to him (more common).

Steve glanced at Nancy. Nancy raised her eyebrows at him.

“You busy this weekend?” asked Steve after a beat.

“This feels less like an actual question and more like you’re about to demand I do something,” Jonathan replied warily. “You and Nancy only team up when you want something.”

Nancy frowned at the phone. Then, she turned the frown on Steve. Steve only shrugged, making a “I don’t know, either” kind of face. Robin was paying neither of them any attention; her focus was zeroed in on the phone like she could see Jonathan through it, her eyes narrowed and a wrinkle formed between her eyebrows.

“All right, yeah,” Steve relented. “We want you to come home, man.”

Silence met Steve’s admittance. Steve winced and added on, “Just for the weekend. We won’t kidnap you or anything.”

“Did you put him up to this, Nancy?” Jonathan asked suddenly, and he sounded almost angry.

“What?” Nancy cried, offended he’d jump to such a conclusion. “No! We miss you, Jonathan. I’m not making Steve do, or say, anything.”

A spluttering sound came across the line, broken and almost too quiet to hear properly. Identical smiles sprung to Nancy and Steve’s faces, just for a second, before then vanished as Jonathan said hesitantly, “That’s—almost a fourteen-hour drive.”

It wasn’t a no, and Nancy could tell Steve was riding on that fact by the way he started leaning farther over the counter in anticipation. Robin’s eyes flashed from Steve, to Nancy, and then down to the phone before making a second round.

“We’ll come to you, then,” Steve blurted out. Nancy turned to Steve in shock, and Robin’s mouth popped open, looking more delighted at the sudden turn of events than upset. “We can take turns driving.” He finally dared a look at Nancy. “Spring Break is coming up. We’ll go then.”

Nancy stared at Steve, all her words lost in astonishment. It wasn’t a bad idea, exactly, but she’d never thought he’d agree to something like that.

Silence filtered across the line, tinny and slightly static-y in the way only a call from across almost nine-hundred miles can be. Then, “Okay.”

That was all. Just, “Okay.”

He was never that easy with Nancy, and the surprised, slightly suspicious look Steve gave Nancy told her he’d been expecting more of a fight, too. Even Robin blinked in astonishment, first at the phone, and then at Steve, like he was some kind of alien lifeform posing as the guy she worked with (and was apparently closer friends with than Nancy realized, actually).

“Okay,” Steve repeated slowly, half-surprised and half-resolute. He nodded his head, even though Jonathan couldn’t see the action, and said, again, “Okay!”

“I’ll—see you on Spring Break, then?” Nancy said hesitantly, turning away from Steve, who now had his arms crossed and was looking too pleased with himself for how easily the conversation had gone.

“Yeah,” Jonathan agreed softly. “I’ll see you guys then.”

And then he hung up. All three of them stared at the phone as it started to croon obnoxiously with the tone that told them the line was dead.

“Well,” Robin finally said, only after Steve had taken the phone from Nancy and replaced it on the cradle, “that didn’t go as planned.”

“So we’re taking home to him instead,” said Steve, sounding less like he understood what had just happened than Nancy thought he should. “We can manage.”

Nancy frowned, looking up from the phone, where she’d been staring to Steve, who was frowning at some point in the distance, obviously still processing. He’d said “we”, and something about it told her that Robin was going, too.

When Nancy looked over at Robin, though, she found Robin already looking at her, a light in her eye that told Nancy she’d heard it, too. She shrugged. “I’ve never been out of Indiana before, but I can drive.”

And Nancy was surprised to realize the fact Robin was now saddled in didn’t bother her like it might have had this conspired under different circumstances. She hardly knew Robin, but something about the way Steve seemed so resolute to have Robin in without saying anything eased Nancy’s wariness of the other girl.

And, honestly, Nancy was okay with that, because she was damn tired of unexpected things turning out sour for her.

“Guess this means I’d better gas up the car,” Steve said, bringing the attention back to him. “We’ll have a long way to go.”

“You did this to yourself, Stevie Boy,” Robin told him sweetly, reaching out and smacking him on the shoulder.

Steve shook his head, glowering at her as he leaned away from her hands. “I’m doing it for Jonathan,” he corrected, and something warm and unnameable bloomed in Nancy’s chest at his words.

He was doing this for Jonathan. He hadn’t given up on them—hadn’t replaced them with Robin. Hadn’t replaced her with Robin.

He hadn’t given up on either of them.

And that, Nancy realized, was the thing she’d really been afraid of.

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