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luminnara · 2 years

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I’m autistic and lost my comfort blanket that I have a v hard time sleeping without. I was wondering if I could get some Billy/Eddie blurbs or headcannons about them comforting the reader(maybe they have a meltdown but they don’t have to be autistic!!)?

Your works give me so much comfort and joy!! It always makes me smile :))

I 100% feel this, I have meltdowns when I can’t find my one specific stuffed animal that I can’t sleep without 😭 I hope you can find your blanket!!

Billy:

He understands more than you’d expect him to. After his mother left, his father never, EVER let Billy even THINK about having so much as a teddy bear around.

“You don’t need this anymore,” he’d growled when Billy was still just a kid. “It’s time for you to man up. This shit is for girls and babies.”

And Billy had cried about it, more than once…though after the first time, he didn’t dare let his father hear him sniffling. Now, so many years later, Billy really is a man. He’s all grown up. He’s rough and tough and mean, and everyone either loves him or hates him because of his thorny exterior that the world forced him to grow for himself.

But he still cries, and he still wishes he had that teddy bear from his childhood…only now, he’s even more ashamed of himself for longing for his old stuffed animal, because now, he’s all grown up. He shouldn’t need it. He doesn’t need it. And if anybody ever tried suggesting that he did, he would knock their teeth out.

He keeps up that facade, keeps pretending. Even after you catch his eye and then win his heart, you’ve always known him as Billy Hargrove, the King of Hawkins, the guy who’s way too cool to be caught dead with a blankey or a teddy. But every time he sleeps over, he sees you cuddling a baby blanket, one that’s clearly been repaired more times than anybody could count thanks to all the love it’s received over the years. It’s a blanket that’s done its duty night after night, soaking up tears and protecting you from the rest of the world, and even when you’ve expected him to make a snide comment, he never has. He just takes his place behind you, the ever-diligent big spoon, and after you’re fast asleep, he takes a handful of your blanket and clings to it for dear life.

When he appears in your window one night to find you panicking, his eyes are wide and he isn’t sure what to do.

“It’s gone!” You wail, about three seconds from melting down for real. “I—I can’t find it, I can’t find my blanket, I need—“

Billy crosses the room so quickly he seems to fly, rushing to meet you and already in that protective mode he developed way back when his mom was still around. He doesn’t say anything, just pulls you against his chest and urges you to stay there, to breathe, to listen to his heartbeat and ground yourself. You’re surrounded by the scent of him, of Billy, wrapped up in his strong, safe arms, and as you focus on remembering how to breathe, his eyes are scanning your room. He’s just as desperate to find the blanket as you are, even though he’d never let you know that he’s also on the verge of panicking. And just when all hope seems to be lost and he’s about to get on his hands and knees and tear the entire house apart looking for it, he spots the frayed corner of a familiar blanket poking out from between the bed frame and the wall, and he breathes a sigh of relief.

“It’s fine, baby,” he murmurs, gently turning you in his arms as he nods towards it.

You instantly feel that same relief washing over you and you wiggle out of his arms to retrieve it. There are tears in your eyes and the panic has left you feeling nauseous, but it’s okay—everything is okay now, because everything is where it should be, blanket and Billy included.

“Thank you,” you mumble as you hold it tightly, avoiding Billy’s eyes. “Sorry.”

“Sorry? For what?” He scoffs.

You suddenly feel incredibly stupid, and you wince. Billy sees the movement and wants to punch himself.

“Baby, I didn’t mean—“

“I’m sorry you had to see that. I just…I don’t like…I can’t sleep without it.” You say.

“I know.” Billy takes your hand and leads you to your bed, sitting down and then pulling you into his lap. “I had a teddy bear. I felt the same way. Don’t ever apologize, y’hear me?”

You nod, and Billy pulls you down to lay with him. He came already prepared for bed—his boots are left by the window, he’s wearing sweatpants instead of jeans, and his jacket is sitting in his car parked halfway down the block. With no need to change or wait any longer, you wiggle under the covers with him and shove your blanket into his arms.

“Here.” You say, laying your head on his chest before he can roll onto his side like usual. “Hold it tonight? I want it to smell like you.”

Billy feels an indescribable warmth in his chest, and as he gathers up the baby blanket in one arm and you in the other, he settles in for the best night of sleep he’s ever had.

Eddie:

You never expected Eddie “The Freak” Munson to be so warm and fuzzy. Everyone in town is terrified of him, but after getting to know him, well…he’s a lot less scary than you imagined.

So, after graduation, moving into his trailer doesn’t seem like a bad idea at all. It’s small, but with you there, its cozier than ever before, and Eddie hates it a lot less than he used to. With you comes all of your stuff, and Eddie loves the plushes that sit next to his guitar just as much as he loves you.

Which is a whole hell of a lot.

His bed is warmer with you in it, and with your blanket—the frayed, worn out baby blanket that you never, ever let go through a washing machine, that you always cleaned by hand in the sink and patched up with a needle and thread when it started looking like the end was near. Eddie thinks it’s adorable, just like you. He doesn’t share your need to sleep with it, but he gets it, and he’d never dream of getting in the way.

So, one night, when he’s awoken by your distraught hands shaking him, he immediately knows that something is up with the blanket.

“I can’t find it,” you hiss, dragging him out of his own bed as you furiously dig through the sheets and throw the pillows over your shoulder. “Did you do something with it? Did you—“

“No,” he’s still groggy as he stands up, blinking sleep away from his eyes. “No, I didn’t—hey, babe, its okay, just calm d—“

“No!” You snap. “I can’t be calm, I—I can’t find it, I can’t—I don’t—“

He hears the panic in your voice rising and he’s suddenly more awake and sober than he’s ever been before. “Hey. Hey, breathe, okay?”

His hands are on your arms but you’re barely paying attention. You’re still furiously looking around the room, eyes wide, fingers itching. You know if you don’t keep searching, you’ll break down instead, and the need to do something, anything, is getting to be too much.

“It’s okay. Here.” Eddie nudges you, grabbing a teddy bear from the nightstand and shoving it into your arms as a placeholder before whirling around. “I’ll find it, okay? I promise, just—just hold onto that, okay?”

You press your face into the bear, rocking back and forth in an effort to dispel some of the anxious energy buzzing through your veins. You aren’t watching as Eddie searches high and low, dropping down to check every corner of the room. You’re busy trying not to hyperventilate.

“Aha!” You hear him shout, and suddenly, the bear is replaced by a familiar feeling.

You open your eyes, and there it is—the blanket you’ve had forever, that you can’t even think about sleeping without. Eddie is grinning triumphantly, and as things calm down again, you scoot to your side of the bed and he climbs in next to you, one arm around your waist, face buried in the crook of your neck.

“Thank you, Eddie,” you murmur, voice muffled by the blanket as you curl around it.

“‘Course, baby. ‘S what I’m here for.” He says, already half asleep. “You let me know if it gets away again, ‘n I’ll hunt it back down. Yeah?”

“Yeah,” you laugh quietly. “I love you.”

“Love you too, sweets.”

#billy hargrove imagine #billy hargrove x reader #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson imagine

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tqmies · 2 years

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Night In

Description. Staying in for a peaceful Halloween night, your friend decides to crash it. Everything’s fine at first, until he pulls out a book. And suddenly, nothing is okay anymore.

Pairings. Choi Beomgyu x Female Reader

Genre. Horror, Angst, Drama, Romance (Slightly)

Warnings. Blood, Mentions of vomit, Cursing, Medication (For headache),They argue a lot! Mentions of a toxic relationship. Things just go downhill really fast! (Let me know if I missed anything!!)

Word count. 5K

Note: A little out of my usual work, but I thought it’d be cool to do something like this :) Feedback appreciated! Let me know if I should do more fics like this and if it’s something you all enjoy!

Halloween was never your scene, neither were Halloween parties. You could even say you somewhat detested the holiday. For both your lack of creativity and lack of friends.

The one you did have however, insisted you spent the night together.

You were hesitant at first, kind of just wanting a normal night in. Especially after your recent breakup, you wanted nothing to do with gigantic parties and seeing others couple costumes.

But he was ever so persistent. And you did find it hard to say no to him as well.

Though you still attempt to shoo Beomgyu away like a fly, to no avail. He was not going to give this up, that much was apparent.

Especially considering he was currently at your front door.

Letting out a groan, you roll your eyes. “Come on in Choi.”

“Well don’t sound so excited!” He sarcastically remarks, placing down several bags on your counter. A few of the bags questionably heavy.

“What is all this?” You question, moving to shuffle through the plastic. Noticing a few snacks and your favorite drink bottle.

“Uh chips and some candy.” He said, trailing off. “And a Ouija Board.”

He flinches when you punch him in his arm. “No way! I’m not playing that! Especially tonight.”

“Don’t be so superstitious! It’s a game, its not like it can really help us talk to dead people.” He defends. He was somewhat right, it could just be a little toy, but still.

You sigh, you were a bit scared to be honest. You were usually one for scary stuff. But an Ouija Board? Hell no.

“I don’t know Beomgyu..” You say nervously.

He notices the uneasiness in your voice, “Okay if you really don’t want to, then we don’t have to.” He says, grabbing your hands in his.

“Thank you.” You say meekly.

“Let’s watch a scary movie, yeah?” He asks, and that familiar glint returns in your eyes. You did love a good scary movie.

“Did you bring popcorn?”

“Duh.” He responds, and gets up to head back into your kitchen. You following right behind him in the case that he might blow up your microwave.

You’re kind of thankful now that he had refused to let you spend the night solo. Because if this movies teaching you anything, it’s that nothing good happens when you’re all alone on Halloween night.

The boy beside you rolls his eyes for the umpteenth time, commenting on how stupid the protagonist is. Beomgyu was always one for movie commentary in real time.

“Leave her alone, we don’t know how we’d react.”

“Yeah sure, horror movie rule number one, don’t run up the stairs! Run out of the house! She’s letting the killer corner her!”

You just shake your head at his antics, sticking your hand into the now-empty bowl. “I’m gonna go make more.” You announce, receiving nothing more than a nod from the boy.

Standing in the kitchen, you’re watching the timer count down as you hear the sound of your phone ringing. Grabbing it on the counter, you’re less than surprised to see the name “Jay” displayed.

“Hello?” You answer, wishing he had lost your number already.

“Hey, um, I just called to ask if you..” He loses his train of thought.

“If I what?” You say, patience running thinner.

“If you were coming tonight.”

“No Jay, why would I come to your party?”

“Well I miss you and-”

“Are you drunk!?” You exclaim, not putting it past him to be wasted this early in the night. “You broke up with me, you don’t get to call and say you miss me. And I’m not going to your party.”

“Look I know what I said but-”

“Who is that?” Beomgyu interrupts, poking his head into the kitchen.

You confusedly look at him as he shrugs, “You were taking forever, and I can smell the popcorn burning.”

“Shit!” You say, the smell barely registering in your brain. You had been so distracted that you didn’t even hear the timer go off. You remove the bag from the microwave, dumping it straight in the trash before the smell can spread.

“Beomgyu?” You hear from your phone, Jay still being on the line.

“Jay..” Beomgyu says in realization.

“You’re ditching me for Choi Beomgyu?!”

You scoff, “That’s none of your business.”

“Are you sleeping with him? Going around acting like a little-”

You hang up before he can get another word in, knowing he was going to just keep berating you. Sighing, you look awkwardly at Beomgyu, “Yeah sorry, he called and I.. I thought maybe it was important?”

He shakes his head, “It’s fine. The movie ended, by the way.”

“Oh, pick another?” You suggest, going to fish another package of popcorn from the box.

“Well actually, I was thinking we could do something else.”

You turn to face him, seeing him donning a mischievous grin. “I’m not having sex with you.”

“What?!” He yells, “I wasn’t even gonna say that.”

“You look at me like you always do when you’re about to tell some dirty joke.”

“Okay, maybe I was gonna make a dirty joke but,”

“There it is! See I’m always right!”

“No,” He says, going to grab at his sleeping bag. “I wanted to show you this.”

And you’re met with a book sliding across your counter to you. A plain blue book, void of any cover or title. About as thick as a classic novel. Where did he even get this? It looked super old and worn out as well.

“You wanna read?” You say, quirking an eyebrow. “Since when do you read?”

“Open the book.” Is all he says.

And you follow his instructions, skeptically, but nonetheless.

The book is empty.

By empty, you mean absolutely no words written on the pages. Just blank white pieces of paper, page after page.

“Beomgyu, what is this?” You question, what was the significance?

He grabs the book from you, flipping about halfway in until he reaches a page with simply written wording on it.

You’re still mildly confused, looking to him for an explanation.

“I bought it at a thrift store, owner said it was haunted. Apparently these words are a spell.” He pauses to gauge your reaction.

“The creator wanted to hide it, ‘cause it was too powerful, so they hid it in the middle of this book.” He finishes, enthusiastically smiling down at the pages.

“And you believed it?”

“Well yeah.”

“Beomgyu,” You laugh. “It was some story to sell this piece of junk. It doesn’t actually work, and it’s probably not even a real spell.”

“It better be! I paid 20 bucks for it!”

You giggle at his stupidity, the owner must’ve been thrilled to get that cheap item off her hands, at such a inflated price too.

“Why are you laughing?” He complains, annoyed you aren’t taking him serious.

“You got scammed over a book.” You state, putting your hand on his shoulder. “C’mon, lets go pick another movie.”

But he doesn’t budge, “Let’s say the spell.”

“What?” You ask, taken aback. Was he being serious?

“Why not? You scared? I thought it wasn’t real.” He sasses, mocking you.

“It’s not. It’s just a waste of time.”

“Well then, it won’t hurt.”

You nod in defeat, “Whatever. Let’s do it then so we can hurry back to the movie. I wanna make another batch of popcorn.”

In truthfulness, you didn’t expect it to do anything. You two weren’t even sure what it was supposed to do. You just wanted to get this stupid chant over with and go settle back into your plush couch. But you did feel bad for refusing to play the Ouija board with him earlier, so the least you could do was amuse him.

The two of you stand over the page, taking in the whole phrase.

“Okay, on three, we say this in unison. Got it?” He turns to look at you.

“Yes of course, I’ve recanted ancient spells thousands of times.”

He ignores you as he starts counting down.

And as soon as it starts, is as soon as its over.

Silence falls over your apartment.

You open your mouth to speak, “See, that-”

You black out.

You wake up in a haze, disoriented and confused. Everything is blurry, your eyes shift around as you try to make sense of your surroundings. You’re laying down on the floor, back pressed up against the cold ground.

Attempting to lift yourself up, you feel a odd sensation in your head. Like your head is heavier than your body, refusing to let you up. Your head falls back onto the floor.

You groan in pain, closing you eyes tightly. Where were you? Where was Beomgyu? Why couldn’t you move? Nothing made any sense.

Opening your eyes again, you’re still met with black. But your ears pick up the faint sound of your name being called. It’s Beomgyu, you recognize his voice.

You want to scream out, want to let him know you’re here.

But when you open your mouth, you can’t find your voice. Nothing comes out, you wave your head around again. Dizzy and unable to really process anything.

“Hey, hey, I’m here.” A voice appears. You open your eyes, and you’re met with your best friends brown ones. You sign in relief.

“Beomgyu,” You whisper, furrowing your eyebrows. “Where are we?”

“I don’t know, I think it worked.”

You stay silent, not remembering what he was talking about.

“The spell, in the book. I think it worked.” He emphasizes.

“Worked? Worked how?” You say, straining as Beomgyu tries to help you up. He helps you find your balance, as you struggle to stand.

“I don’t know.”

You stare at him. “Well, how do we get out?”

“I don’t know.” He repeats.

You’re starting to feel irritated, angry, and overwhelmed. It’s like every emotion is hitting you all at once. But it’s all overcome by one feeling, pain.

“I think I hit my head.” You squeak, unable to shake the throbbing.

Beomgyu goes to check, and you’re barely able to see the streaks of red that take over his hand. “Shit.” He hisses.

“Is that..” You pause. “Coming from me?”

“Yeah,” He says quietly, confirming that you’re bleeding. “Don’t worry, I got you. I’m gonna get us to a doctor.”

“To a doctor?!” You snap. “For fucks sake, we don’t even know where we are! How are you going to get me to a doctor?!”

“Look, maybe the power went out.” He rationalizes, looking around. “And you fell and hit your head?”

“Didn’t you black out too?”

“Well yes,”

“So you bring in this crazy ass ancient book,” You start, wincing ever so often, “And it gets us thrown into this black void?!”

“Well, that’s what I think.”

You two are enveloped in silence as you hadn't expected him to agree.

“How are we going to get home..?” You ask, warily closing your eyes.

“Lets keep walking? This things gotta end somewhere. Right?”

That sounds like a stupid idea to you, but frankly its not like you two have much of an option now. You could barely even do your own thinking.

You nod silently, Beomgyu steadily holding your hand.

“I wish I had an aspirin right now.” You speak, closing your eyes to attempt at calming yourself.

That’s when you feel an object in your hand.

You throw it on the floor.

As you open your eyes, they revert to the object at your feet.

It’s a bottle of aspirin.

“Where did you get that?” Beomgyu asks, turning towards the bottle.

“I..” You stop, not believing what just happened. “B-Beomgyu.”

“Yes? What is it? Where did you get it?” He asks, talking fast.

“Wish for something.”

“What?”

“Damn it! Don’t question me, just wish for something.” You yell. “Out loud, say it!”

“Oh, umm..” He begins. “I wish I knew where we were right now.”

And like a projection, words begin to form in you and Beomgyu’s line of sight.

It’s the chant.

“How does this help?” He asks, frustrated. He didn’t know what any of this meant.

“Wishes in here come true.” You mutter to yourself, realization donning on you.

“I wish I was home.” Slips from your mouth, without a second thought.

You gasp for air as you shoot up in your bed. Though its only a couple seconds before you come to, realizing it was all just a bad dream.

You must’ve knocked out during the movie, and Beomgyu had moved you to your bed. The movies before bed are what led your brain to that bad dream. Yes, that made perfect sense.

Until your eyes land on the bottle of aspirin on your nightstand.

It’s the same one that you saw in your dream.

Moving slowly, you bring your hand up to the back of your head. Your hand meets contact with some kind of liquid. It’s blood, you notice the red stain on your pillow.

“Beomgyu..” You call out, getting up as fast as you can.

He awakens at your voice, sitting up on the couch, eyes widening as you show him your hand.

“Please tell me you were there too. Please-”

“Yes yes,” He assures you. “It wasn’t a dream. It happened.”

You look down, “The painkillers I wished for, they’re here.”

“Really?”

“Yes, I don’t own those. I’ve never seen that brand in my life.”

He nods at your words, “So they came.. back with you? In this world?”

“World? What do you mean ‘World’ ?”

“Call me crazy, but I think we were in the book.”

“In the book?”

“Yes,” He looks around. “It’s not on the counter.”

He gets up and enters the kitchen, unable to locate the item.

You turn to head back to your room, only to see it at your feet.

“It’s over here!” You yell, and he rushes to pick it up.

Opening the first page, his breath quickens. “It say’s our wishes on it”

He shows you the book, and sure enough, your wishes are neatly printed in there. The script old, as if they had been there the entire time.

“Beomgyu, what if we really were in the book? And the things that happen in there..” You gather your thoughts. “Happen in here.”

“Wait, so that would mean your-”

“Yeah, and it’s still bleeding. Might be time for the doctor huh?” You smile and he just glares at you. Wishing you were taking this more serious.

“In the car now, and leave that demon book here.” He instructs, going to take the book from you.

You tighten your hold on it, “Beomgyu. This thing makes wishes come true.”

He just stares at you like you were speaking a foreign language. “Huh?”

“Lets hold onto it. Its like a genie, its grants wishes.”

“A genie?! That thing’s a curse, and I’m gonna throw it out.”

“No.” You say sternly. “I want to keep it.”

“You’re going to get yourself hurt.” He warns.

“You didn’t care about that earlier.”

“That was before I knew it was real! This is all too confusing.” He stops, running his hands through his hair. “Lets just go to the hospital. Please.”

“Fine.” You say, placing the book in your bag. “But it’s not leaving my sight.”

Beomgyu just nods and grabs your wrist, worried that you were seriously injured. While all you can a really think about is the book. And how you couldn’t wait another second to get back inside it.

A couple hours later and Beomgyu is helping you out of the emergency room, a bandage wrapped around the back of your head.

You didn’t feel much, truth be told, only the occasional throbbing. But it felt like a normal headache.

Sitting in Beomgyu’s car, you look down at your admission bracelet, noticing the date and time.

It was still Halloween night, in fact, only a few hours had passed. Which means, time froze when you were in the book? You were sure so much time had passed between the black outs and the time away.

There was no way you were admitted into the hospital that early into the night.

You voice the realization to Beomgyu, who just shakes his head.

“Just stop,” He speaks, breathing heavily.

“Stop what?” You say, confusedly. Why was he acting so weird about it?

“Can we not talk about the book? It’s all creepy and I just..”

“You just?”

“I just want to get rid of it.”

“Are you kidding? You’re the one who brought it!”

“Yeah,” He pauses to look at you. “And I’m taking it back.”

You scoff, “Whatever, you don’t have to use it, but I’m keeping it.”

He just ignores the comment as your phone starts ringing.

It’s Jay, again. Probably drunk off his ass, looking to slur an apology to you. Though, you’re not having any of that today.

“He’s so annoying.”

“I agree.” Beomgyu pipes up, even going to decline the call on your phone.

Beomgyu hadn’t been very fond of your ex since the beginning.

You, wide eyed and innocent to Jay’s games, had introduced them excitedly. Yet your best friend brushed him off, saying he knew guys like him. And that this would only end up badly.

Oh how you wished you would have listened to him. Instead, you got yourself stuck in a seemingly one sided relationship. It always seemed to be you who cared more for him. And then he broke up with you.

You cringe at the thought, noticing that Jay was calling you again. He just never let up, did he?

Snatching your phone from the console, you press the green button. He wasn’t going to stop until you answered. “What do you want?”

“I want to see you.” You hear tiredly from the other side. “Miss you.”

“Dude you’re fucking trashed!” A voice in the back says. Followed by another, “Jake, come look at this! Jay’s on the phone with his ex!”

“Dude just hang up.” Beomgyu speaks, annoyed that he can’t hear what Jay’s saying. He looks at you with furrowed brows, “You keep entertaining him.”

Fed up with Beomgyu’s change in attitude, you ignore him. You speak, putting your ear back up to the phone, “Please stop calling me.”

“I’m sorry for what I said earlier,” He starts up again. “I know you’d never be with someone like Beomgyu.”

Jay pauses, “I know you’re mine.”

You hang up, immediately going to block his number. You couldn’t do this anymore, couldn’t pretend like his words didn’t make you rethink everything. He was getting to you, just how he wanted to. But you couldn’t do it again.

If it wasn’t for half the resolve you had left, you’d definitely be back together with him by now. And that’s what made you so angry.

“What was he on about now?”

“Doesn’t matter, he’s blocked.” You reply to the boy beside you, rubbing your eyes.

“Woah, must’ve been serious.” He laughs nervously.

“Not really. He’s just an asshole.”

“What if..” Beomgyu trails off, eyes focused on the road. “We got rid of Jay?”

“Huh?!” You respond, not even sure what hes getting at.

“He’s a pest, and not to mention, a horrible person.”

“Being an annoying ex-boyfriend doesn’t exactly constitute death.”

Beomgyu shrugs, “Let’s just wish him away in the book.”

“What the hell is wrong with you?” You say, borderline disgust drawn across your face. He was just talking now, complete nonsense.

“What if it doesn’t even work? Whats the harm in trying?”

“The harm is that he disappears!”

“There you go again, defending him! When will you just let it be?”

“Let it be?” You mock. “You’re the one always hung up on hating him all the time! Even when he was my boyfriend, you couldn’t bring yourself to let me be happy!”

“That’s bullshit! I was the one always there to fix you! I wanted nothing more than for you to be happy! Picking up the pieces of his damn mess. And yet, he was the one you ran back to all to all the time!” He huffs. You’re silent, knowing its all true.

“What does it matter?” You whisper, wondering why he was so angry about it all. He had never used that against you before. Hell, you knew he was always there for you, that’s why he was your best friend. Now he was acting like he was unappreciated, when you’ve thanked him more than a thousand times.

“Just drop it.” He responds, sternly enough that you feel afraid to challenge it.

Its quiet for the next few minutes, you two arriving back to your house.

You look over at Beomgyu, who doesn’t seemed like he’s cooled off yet. But you would hate to end this night on a bad note. He’s still your best friend, and you know how excited he was to spend time with you.

“If you’re done being a jerk,” You muse. “You’re welcome back inside.”

He chuckles at that, moving to unbuckle his seat belt. “I can’t leave you alone anyways, doctor says someone needs to watch your wound.”

You chuckle, “Yeah yeah, whatever.”

The night goes by quite fast, you two not even mentioning the book for the rest of the night, just glad to be home. You’re watching a random movie, Beomgyu quietly commenting on the characters idiotic actions as you laid on his shoulder.

After fighting it for the past hour, you finally close your eyes and let sleep overtake you.

Waking up to an empty couch, you’re met with sunshine peaking through your blinds. You feel like shit, to put it kindly. Though, you’re excited to hear the sound of mixing in a bowl, figuring your friend is making breakfast.

Trudging your way to the kitchen, you smile at your friend. He greets you and gets to pouring pancake batter into the pan. Your smile starts to fade however, as you notice the book out.

“Did you take this out of my bag?” You inquire, picking it up off the counter.

“Yeah,” He shrugs, as if it’s a normal occurance. “Went in there for a while.”

“To do what?”

He ignores your as he flips a pancake, “Can you get the milk out?”

You notice his deflecting but oblige anyways. Placing it on the counter, “Thanks for cooking.”

“Of course, I should head home after this though.” He states, playing the food onto the plate.

“How come? It’s Saturday.” Whining as you pour yourself some milk. You always had fun hanging out with Beomgyu, so why would you send him home?

“So you wanna do something? Go to the mall maybe?”

You agree, “I’ll be ready after breakfast.”

Grabbing your phone off the couch, you check to see many notifications across your screen. All from names you haven’t talked to in months since you and Jay split. What did they want with you now?

“What is it?” Beomgyu asks, noticing your facial expression.

“Sunghoon spam called me last night, and Jake texted me to call him as soon as I can. This is really weird.” You scroll down your notifications.

“It’s likely just a plan to get you back with Jay. Probably wanted you to pick him up or something. Why aren’t they blocked too?”

“Why would I block them? They didn’t do anything to me.” You say, confused. And it was true. It wasn’t their fault that their friend was total jerk, they couldn’t help it. You had no hate in your heart for them, so it wasn’t a big deal.

“So you’re gonna call back? Let them talk into your ear about how you need to get back with their best friend?” He ridicules, rolling his eyes. “Don’t act stupid.”

“Why do you have to judge everything I do? Let me make my own decisions.”

He turns away, and against your better judgement, you decide you’ll call them back later. They can wait, you needed to figure out what had your friend so antsy lately.

“Thanks for the food.” You place you plate in the sink. “Let me wash up and we can go.”

And just as promised, you two head out the door soon after. Beomgyu driving you two once again. (He always said you should be the passenger princess. Whatever that meant.)

Deciding to get to the root, you speak up. “What has you so irritated?”

“What do you mean?”

“You..” You search for the right word. “You just keep arguing with me. Is everything okay?”

“You want me to be honest?”

“Of course.”

“That book fucked me up.” He admits, eyes steady on the road. “Ever since we left it, I have this strong urge to just go back together. Like everything in there is better.”

“Where it’s just you, me, and whatever we wish for.” He continues.

“And a black void.” You comment, not believing what he’s saying.

“Its just, you’ve been so distant with me since you got broken up with. Not wanting to come out with me, you’ve just been hobbled up in that apartment.”

You think over what he said, and you’re filled with shame as you realize its all too true. “I needed time, I was hurting.”

“I know, it just felt like I had my best friend taken from me. And now that I finally get to agree to spend some time with me, its like he’s still there. Calling you and putting you in a bad mood. Then when you block him, he sends his friends after you.” He rants, hands gripping the wheel tightly. “It’s all ridiculous.”

“I’m sorry, I know I’ve been distant.” You look down. “But I’m here now..”

He smiles, “I know.”

And you two delve into a conversation about something else, talking about mindless things until you reach the mall. Like the jacket Beomgyu’s been eyeing and the new boba place in the food court. Today was shaping up to get better.

Walking towards the entrance, you’re caught off guard by the call of your name. Not expecting much, you look back to see some of Jay’s friends rushing towards you.

Though you don’t spot the other boy anywhere.

“Hey, we’ve been calling you. We need to talk to you.” Heeseung, one of Jay’s best friends, says to you. He has urgency in his voice, eye bags looking like he’d been up all night. What had him so stressed?

But Beomgyu protectively grabs your arm, “I don’t think so.”

“It’s important.” Heeseung retaliates, looking dejected as well.

“What is it?” You ask, Beomgyu tightening his hold on you.

Heeseung nervously flickers his eyes over to Beomgyu, obviously wanting to talk to you alone. But this will have to do. “So Jay left in the middle of the night, and we haven’t seen him since.”

“And this is our problem, how?” Beomgyu says, sarcasm apparent in his voice.

“He was talking about you the whole night, how he missed you and all this junk.” Heeseung says, trying to piece his memories together. “We figured he might’ve went to see you.”

“And you assumed they took him back? You think they’re that pathetic?”

You look at Beomgyu, a glare that tells him to stop. “I’m sorry Heeseung, I was with Beomgyu all night. Jay didn’t come over, I didn’t see him.”

“And you haven’t heard from him?”

“Only last night when he called me.” You say, upset you can’t be of more help.

“Damn.” Heeseung says, going to hand you a flyer. “We filed a report that he’s missing, but the police said to wait. He might turn up. Hopefully he’s just hungover on someones couch and his phones dead.”

You nod, taking the paper from his hands. You really hoped he was right. Sure, you didn’t like Jay, but you hoped he didn’t get into any trouble last night. People act crazy on Halloween, and you can’t imagine what could’ve happened to him.

“I’ll let you know if he reaches out.” You say and he nods, returning to his group of friends.

It isn’t until Beomgyu snatches the flyer from you, tossing it in the trash, that realization dawns on you. He was in the book last night, likely not too long after he suggested you two make Jay disappear.

He had sent Jay away.

“What did you do?”

He just looks at you like you’re crazy. “What?”

“Take me home.”

“Why?”

“I want to go home, take me home.” You say sternly.

And so the mood sours as he does. He mutters on, something about that boy ruining your time together, you don’t care though. You know what he did.

You’re reeling with anticipation to arrive back home. You had to see, you had to know. Maybe you were wrong? Maybe you were overreacting. It’s possible.

Running into your apartment, you face drains of all color as you notice the book not on the counter anymore. You know you had left it right there.

Turning towards Beomgyu, you seethe, “Where is the book?”

“I don’t know.” He lies, looking at you blankly.

You shake your head, “Give it to me.”

“No.”

“I know what you did.”

He stares back, “What are you talking about?”

You go towards the front door, shuffling through his backpack. Bingo.

Pulling the book out, you pry open the front page.

And there it was.

His wish, right there under the others.

Getting up to face him, you feel nothing but anger. “You really did it.”

“He was just in the way!”

“In the way of what?!” You throw your hands up, about to pull your hair out.

“Of us! You were never going to move on!”

“Us?” You ask, your mind quickly piecing the puzzle together.

Why he was so jealous of your ex. Why he had always played hero. Why he just wanted you to be happy. Why he wished Jay out of your life. It was all making sense. They reason why he acted as he did.

He liked you.

Shutting it down, you scoff, “Us? There is no ‘Us’. You made that all up in your head!”

“No no,” He mutters, looking down.

“I don’t feel that way about you.” You speak harshly. “So stop that.”

“You led me on.”

You can’t believe what you’re hearing. “I’ve done nothing outside of a normal friendship! I didn’t do anything to make you believe that!”

He stays quiet, eyes welling up like he’s about to cry.

“Now get back in that book, and wish him back.” You instruct.

“I can’t do that.”

“Fine,” You say, opening the book. “I’ll do it myself.”

He attempts to grab the book from you. “Please don’t, please.”

“There’s something wrong with you!” You yell, trying your hardest to take hold of the book.

“You didn’t see what I saw!” He shouts. “The star, she promised me everything. I trust her, why can’t you just let us be happy? ”

The star? What was he talking about? You were convinced that he was really losing it now.

“I’ll take you to her! I’ll take you to see the star! She’ll make you understand!” He rambles, talking like a crazy person. Speaking of it as it’s this otherworldly being.

“Don’t..” You struggle against his hold. “Want to!”

You were going to have to go into the book, you needed to save Jay. But at the risk of Beomgyu following you in and taking you to this ‘Star’.

But it was a risk you were going to have to take. No one should have to pay for you and your friends transgressions, this was your battle.

For a split second, you overpower him and manage to grab the book.

You say the chant, eyes closed tightly, and everything goes quiet.

You wake up, breathing heavily. Your head feeling tender, as the wound is still fresh, it throbs a bit.

Looking around, you don’t spot Beomgyu anywhere.

Getting up, you speak out, to no one in particular. “I wish Jay was back home.”

And as you expected, there’s no confirmation that your wish came true. But it had to, right? Everything would be okay now, Jay was safe.

That’s when you feel a hand grab yours, but instead of the aforementioned, its Beomgyu.

You gasp and try to pull your hand away, but his grip is too strong.

“Please, she’s here, just come see her.”

“See who?! You’re insane, there’s no one in here but you and me!”

“She promised me everything, she promised me that you loved me. She said you’d stay. Why won’t you stay?” He says, eyes welling up with tears.

You feel nausea, your head spinning. “No, now let go of me.”

“No please-”

“I don’t love you! I could never love someone like you! We’re nothing more than friends! We’ll never be anything more!”

He lets your hand go. “Why are you lying? What do you gain?”

You’re not lying, and you feel nothing for him but fear right now.

“Why won’t you just admit it? This could be so easy..” He asks, as he runs his hands frantically through his hair.

You’re holding back tears.

“I’m sorry.” Beomgyu says, looking up.

“What?”

“She told me it would help, told me it’s how I could make you stay, but you’re so unhappy. I don’t know if this was even worth it anymore.”

Your blood runs cold, you want to know so badly what he means.

“I’m going home.” You start, but you know he’s done something.

“You can’t.” He says, and for some reason, you don’t think he’s lying.

“Why not?!”

“There’s no place to leave. The book doesn’t exist anymore.” He says flatly.

You shake him by his shoulders. “Beomgyu, what did you do?!”

“When you went in, I threw the book in the fire after saying the chant.”

You await the rest of his response, hoping this doesn’t mean what you think it does.

“The book is ashes by now. We can’t leave it, it’s destroyed.”

The tears start escaping. “No!” You fall to your knees. “Why?!”

Beomgyu can’t stand to see you screaming, “Why did you do this to me!?” You shout, crying hysterically.

“I helped you! You were so miserable all the time!” He stops. “In here, it’s just you and I, forever.”

You want to vomit, and you do. So disgusted by the entire thing. He pats your back as you do, but you want nothing less than to be touched by him.

You were really stuck in here, forever.

Leaning over, you start sobbing even harder. You let him hold you, reminiscent of all the times he held you in the real world, crying over stupid things. This though, this was really different. But you accept defeat, he wasn’t leaving your side anytime soon.

You close your eyes, wanting nothing more than to be home.

Beomgyu smiles as he strokes your hair, kissing the top of your head as you continue to shed tears. It worked, the star had led him right.

He thanks her for her idea, knowing he wouldn’t have gotten you to stay otherwise. He didn’t want to trick you, he didn’t even want to lie to you, but he couldn’t be without you. It wasn’t his fault you believed him. If you knew, you’d leave him without second thought.

Because back at home, laid the book on your counter.

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sonnysonder · 1 year

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Brainrotting over Stranger Things quickly devolves into a lunatic’s manifesto more at eight

Sorry I've been so inactive with the clan gen blog and such. My mom finally got me to watch stranger things and i’m so hooked now it’s not even funny. I’ve been watching one episode every day and since all the Stranger Things confession blogs have been dead in the water for years i’m just going to obsess here if that’s okay okay thank you

At the time of writing this i’m like,,,, halfway through season two I think? I’m at the ep where they rescue Hopper from the DEATH PUMPKIN FARM (Trademark) So no spoilers for anything after that please

(Also these are my own opinions and also i’m only halfway through the show so they are subject to change. Also I might exaggerate my feelings to get my point across okay okay thank you)

ANYWAY>

I actually watched the first two episodes a good few years back and even back then I instantly fell in love with Barbara, and now I’ve fallen in love all over again and i’m NOT embarrassed to say that she is my FAVORITE and the BEST Stranger Things character ever and NOBODY compares. I was really sad when she died she’s so pretty and responsible and she had so much potential :((((

Idk if this is a hot take or not but am I the only one who thinks Jonathan and Steve are both terrible lmao. Like I get that the show WANTS you to root for Jonathan cause he’s the nice guy who’s buwwied and who’s so much bedder than Steve the fucking meanie but when I was watching that I was like NO??? JONATHAN TOOK PICTURES OF HIS CRUSH HAVING SEX WITHOUT HER PERMISSION AND WHEN HE WAS CONFRONTED ABOUT IT HE WENT “B-b-b-but you were being the real you and I thought that was nice 🥺” AND THEN SHE JUST FORGAVE HIM????? I literally couldn’t give less of a shit that he was in a rough place with his brother missing either THAT IS CREEP BEHAVIOR. Like I get that he’s become a better person since then but it’s just so,,,, ICKY.... that I can’t get over it.

On to Steve, him breaking Jonathan’s camera is literally his only W so far he’s just,,,, SO,,,,, FUCKING,,,,, MORONIC,,, I literally wanted to punch the screen during the Halloween party bathroom scene. Like WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU STEVE LOOK AROUND YOU. Nancy was DRUNK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! AND MOURNING HER DEAD FRIEND!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! AND FORCED TO KEEP IT A SECRET FROM THAT FRIEND’S PARENTS WHO ARE SELLING THEIR HOUSE TO HIRE PEOPLE TO SPEND THE REST OF THEIR LIVES LOOKING FOR A DAUGHTER WHO THEY DON”T EVEN KNOW IS DEAD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! And you’re only response to all of that is “Y-y-y-y-y-y-y-y-y-y-y-you don’t love me??? 🥺” My mom said that he gets the piss kicked out of him every season and to that I say GOOD!!!!! Knock some sense into that entitled arrogant blowhard lmao

The worst part is that this all could have been avoided if Nancy just smartened up and dated Barb, the only reasonable option, from the start /hj

Like...Nancy...sweetie...I love you...but for FUCKS sake stop letting these guys string you along and walk all over you oh my god

Sorry I just have VEEERY strong opinions on love triangles most of the time I can be normal go ahead stick your fingers between the bars of my cage I won’t bite i’ll be good

Anyways I also love Eleven she’s so sweet and I love her hair :)

Hopper is cool but he also pisses me off sometimes

Why does Will look like 3 years younger than Mike Dustin and Lucas

Maybe i’m too empathetic but Joyce falling apart when Will was missing was so sad and just the vibes alone from the first season took my breath away. Winona Ryder is so FUCKING GOOD YUM YUM YUM

Dustin’s cat Mew Mew looked a little too much like my cat so when it showed Dart eating it I was like AAAAAAAAAAA WHYYYY DDDDDD:

Max is so annoying she switches up so fast and then switches back even faster it’s like MAKE UP YOUR MIND like I thought i’d like her but no

Why am I feeling so strongly about this funny little mystery show what is this feeling what has mother done to me

#stranger things #netfix #insanity #barbara holland #nancy wheeler #steve harrington #jonathan byers #Help me I literally looked back after typing this out and thought what the fuck lmao #i've never felt so strongly about something in my life #crying pissing shitting

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fruggo · 3 years

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Hello ! I saw the enemies fo lovers things and I wanna request if possible

“ rich coming from the guy who tried to kill me three days ago. “

With frank if you would and thank you

yessirrr i love frank sm it’s not ok. also umm i may have accidentally written friends to enemies to lovers or something idk. and though i wouldnt necessarily call you friends at the start, you werent really enemies yet???? idk🐸just ummm yeh i love frank

also help how do i not go overboard???? i feel like i made this way too long, please help and i am sorry

warnings: canon-typical violence, swearing, frank being a bastard but then you’re like awwww he’s a cute bastard aaaaw

Things were weird with Frank, and they always had been from the moment you stepped foot in the Entity’s realm. He always tunneled you relentlessly, and that made you think of him as a big asshole, but there were some strange details tacked onto the sentiment that greatly confused you, should you think about it for more than three seconds.

Sometimes, it seemed like he went easy on you in chases, like he put in no effort. He would chase you for a while, let you waste his time, and then leave without even getting a hit on you when he definitely had the ability to.

And you hated saying this, but when he handled you, it almost felt…gentle. Granted, he was a killer, and his job was to murder you, but your experiences with him did not quite line up with those of the other survivors.

They always described trials against Frank as “stepping on legos in the middle of the night” or something akin to that. You never felt like that, though—when he chased you, it felt fair. Almost as if he played nice with you. And more often than not, the killer would let you go when he caught you. The reason remained a mystery to you until quite a bit later.

This trial, Frank was in 100% bastard mode. You had begun to think of his trials as quite easy due to his seemingly calm nature around you, so you were rather caught off guard when he downed you in the first 30 seconds of the match and tossed you onto a hook, no gentleness whatsoever.

You wanted to yell at him and ask what the fuck was wrong with him until you realized this was his fucking job, and this is how he should have been treating you all along. Maybe you had just been imagining it all, but you could have sworn he used to leave you alone more than this. Something just felt different.

After you were unhooked, he went for you again. And again. And then you were dead, completely wiped out of the trial. Frank had demolished you with no remorse.

You knew it was silly to feel betrayed, but you really couldn’t help it. In such an insane and hellish place, anything that could be even remotely perceived as kindness seemed like so much more of a big deal than it truly was. So Frank’s supposed “gentleness” with you had felt somewhat like a friend doing you a selfless favor. Of course, it was not a selfless favor, and it was certainly nowhere near kindness, because he was still a killer chasing you with a knife, but your standards had really lowered in this place.

After that trial, you were back to hating Frank for tunneling and bullying you (like you probably should). You began to understand the survivors’ saying about the legos—and you hoped that Frank would step on some legos too, because he fucking sucked sometimes.

And for a while, that’s just how it was. You nearly forgot how he used to go easier on you, and how you used to do okay in his matches. Now every time you were pit against each other it just felt like you were being stuck with a bunch of pins; you never had any time to breathe or rest or do literally anything. He just went after you until you were gone, and there was next to nothing you could do about it.

Everything changed very suddenly during a trial at Ormond.

You were expecting the same old routine with this asshole—chase, blah blah blah, die. You hardly had energy to fight back anymore.

So when he arrived out of breath at the killer shack, somehow knowing you would be here, Frank was surprised to find you relaxing under the window with your arms loosely crossed, a disapproving scowl upon your countenance. It was enough to make him hesitate in his tracks.

You let out a deep breath, refusing to break eye contact with his mask; you kept up that menacing frown for as long as you could, trying to make him feel guilty (who knows if it was even possible for him to feel guilty? But it was worth a try).

“Just kill me,” you said, voice steady and seemingly unbothered. Underneath the surface, you were trembling, but you stood your ground. “That’s what you’re gonna do, isn’t it? You’re going to chase me until I’m miserable and kill me off as soon as you can?”

Frank went still, not even fidgeting with his knife like he usually did; he was intrigued by your sudden confidence.

You went on. “I’m really sick and tired of you, you know that? I’m sick of you and your bullshit. Why can’t you treat me like everybody else? At first, you went easy on me. Now you just torture me with your stupid mind games, and frankly, I’m sick of playing! I’m done with you—I don’t care anymore! Just kill me, and I’ll get out of your way, okay asshole? Mori me if you want. I don’t give a shit.”

You put your hands up exasperatedly, fully expecting him to take the offer and just send you back to the campfire right then and there. But the man sighed, pocketed his knife, and sat down right next to you as if this were a normal thing for him to do.

You scooted a few inches away out of instinct. Frank noticed, but he chose not to say a word about it.

It was a long time before he said anything, and when he finally did, you wanted to punch him so bad.

“It’s complicated,” he mumbled. And that was all.

Oh, yeah? It was complicated? You scoffed, hanging your head with a bitter smile. “Oh, okay. Sure.”

Silence again.

Awkward, suffocating silence.

And then Frank got up and left. You were unbothered for the remainder of the trial, not even a scratch or bruise on your body.

Sometimes you simply did things, and you didn’t know why. This thing that you just did was irrational, stupid, unplanned, unwise, and everything in-between, and you knew it was, but frequently you just had no impulse control. Perhaps it was the Entity’s influence, or maybe you had always been this way—you couldn’t really remember.

How did you get here again? Why were you laying on the ground? And why did your leg hurt so fucking much?

Oh, yes. Yes, yes, you remember now.

Funnily enough, it seems as though the Entity, along with certain killers, did not like it when survivors tried to enter their side of the forest! But you did it anyways, and it appeared that you had suffered the consequences. It’s not like you had put much thought into it; where was the point in that when nothing mattered anymore and you were stuck in an endless cycle of death?

You remembered entering the killer’s woods, looking around, and doing…something. What was that something? You couldn’t be sure, but then you remembered somebody coming up to you and probably definitely hurting you. Yep, your leg definitely was in a lot of pain. You couldn’t even look at it. Did you pass out for a while? Maybe. How long were you out for?

You lay still there for a while, thinking. Man, it really hurt, and boy, were you miserable. Maybe more miserable than you’d ever felt here. The Entity normally healed wounds immediately, but perhaps you had just angered it so much you deserved to suffer.

Oh, dear! You seemed to be passing out at this time. Yes, that was almost certainly what was happening. Black spots danced across your eyes as your body began to feel distant and numb, but you didn’t feel very worried about it. In fact, you felt like making jokes right now, but you had nobody to make jokes to and you probably couldn’t even speak.

Just as you began to accept it, there was a strange thumping sensation vibrating through the ground growing closer…and closer…

Footsteps! That’s good!

Oh. Not if it’s a killer. That’s not good, probably.

But you had no way of protesting when you felt yourself being picked up, because those black spots in your eyes were dancing a lot faster now, perhaps something akin to an Irish jig, and you also couldn’t feel your limbs.

Then you were fast asleep again, dreaming of Irish dancers who were actually big fluffy cloud people wearing leprechaun clothes. Nobody but you would ever know this, and it was going to stay that way.

On the bright side, it made it a lot easier for your rescuer to carry you to safety like this.

When you awoke once more, you were horrified to find yourself in the Ormond lodge of all places. You knew immediately what had happened and were determined to escape as soon as possible.

Your injured leg proved to be a huge problem, however, and you collapsed the second you attempted to find freedom. Trying again, you collapsed once more, and probably maimed yourself further in the process.

Hearing the commotion from the second floor, your least favorite member of The Legion descended down from the main stairs, refusing to look directly at you even as he scooped you up and plunked you (gently) back onto the couch, which was rather comfortable (not that you would ever tell him that).

So he was playing it cool, huh?

Okay. You could play it cool, too. You were cool. Smooth as butter.

No. You really couldn’t be cool in a situation like this, and plus, your mind was still a little woohoo since whatever accident had occurred. Suddenly you blurted out, “Frank, I hate your guts.”

And he had the audacity to laugh. He laughed at you! He did the man chuckle thing, as if what you were saying was funny. No! You were completely serious! You did hate his guts!

Perhaps your face showed how upset you were, because he started to apologize (still laughing).

“Maybe you should go back to sleep,” Frank said after calming down a bit.

No. You couldn’t go back to sleep. You did not want to experience dancing cloud people dressed as leprechauns ever again in your life, for the rest of eternity. Never again.

So you shook your head violently, refusing to give an explanation, which just provoked Frank to anger all of a sudden. If you went back to sleep, he could have some alone time while the rest of The Legion was gone. He kept pushing, and you kept resisting, and he pushed and you resisted, until finally he gave up and let you off with a warning. If you made him mad again, he was throwing you out in the snow.

Fine with me, you said. Okay, I’ll do it right now, he said. No balls, you said.

So then Frank casually went to scoop you up in his arms again, and you started to freak out and beat your hands against his chest until he put you back down. He was was awfully mindful of your hurt leg for someone who was about to throw you into the snow.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry—please don’t throw me out,” you fussed. You thought he wouldn’t actually do it. You didn’t know it, but you were right—he was just messing with you because it was funny seeing you scared.

After a bit more griping back and forth, Frank began to grow concerned about your leg. He didn’t know how to bring up the topic because things were so odd between the two of you; this was your first interaction since the brief encounter in the shack. But he swallowed his pride, because the wound seemed to be getting worse by the minute.

“Hey, do you want me to, uhh…get some supplies?” Frank asked awkwardly. When you didn’t understand, he continued, “Your leg? It looks like it hurts…I could fix it if you want.”

You barked out a laugh at his words, unbelieving of this shift in attitude. “Rich coming from the guy who tried to kill me three days ago,” you snickered, genuinely finding it amusing.

Frank took offense. He was trying to be nice for once, and you thought it was funny. And his situation really was complex, whether you chose to believe it or not. Maybe he should just tell you to get it off of his chest.

“Listen,” he said, voice laced with seriousness. “When I told you things were complicated, I meant it.”

Sensing the mood change from his tone and body language, you stopped smiling and decided to pay attention to him. Just this once. Never again. After this you could go back to hating him.

Frank continued. “The Entity was going to start…well, hurting me, if I didn’t start doing better in trials. I really didn’t want to sacrifice you, which is embarrassing to admit, but I’ll say it. And I don’t think it liked that.”

You were surprised. And also relieved that you had been right all along—he had been going easy on you at first.

“Why me, though?” you asked, confused. “Why wouldn’t you want to sacrifice me? What about the other survivors?”

If the slight tilt of his head at your question didn’t answer it for you, the way he started tapping his feet and cracking his knuckles so nervously did.

Boy, if looks could kill, you would have died instantly at the scowl Frank sent your way; you grinned pridefully at the realization that this man was down bad. You couldn’t see the expression behind his mask, though, which Frank was thankful for.

He hated every second of this, but you loved it. You reveled in his embarrassment.

Leaning forward on your hands, you begged, “Tell me more! I want to hear all about your feelings for me.”

“I could stab you right now, you know that?”

“But you won’t. You liiiiike me!”

“What are you, eight years old?”

“No, but I am severely injured and have lost a lot of blood so I am not necessarily in the right headspace at the moment.”

“You make a fair point.”

“So tell me! What’s your favorite thing about me?”

“Your ass.”

“No, really.”

“Okay, your ass and your hair.”

“You know what, Frank, I still hate your guts.”

“No, you don’t.”

You paused for a moment. It was probably the blood loss talking, you decided later, but you said, “No. Maybe I don’t.”

#:) i kinda rly like this ahaha it was fun #i hope it’s okay <3 #fruggo writes #requests #enemies to lovers prompt #frank morrison x reader #frank morrison #the legion x reader #the legion #dbd x reader #dbd oneshot #dbd writing #dead by daylight x reader #dead by daylight #dbd #dbd frank

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lucifer-is-a-bag-of-dicks · 3 years

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what happened the first time Wes tried to crack open the Danny is Phantom conspiracy did he like, confront Danny first or was it all behind his back like, maybe hoping ground zero would be lost among the gossip and that Danny wouldn't find out who spilled the beans once everyone knew

I mean it obviously wouldn't work because nobody believed him and the gossip didn't take off very far beyond a few people talking about Wes being kinda weird

I should absolutely write a fic about this.

I am absolutely going to write a fic about this.

I AM RIGHT NOW GOING TO WRITE A FIC ABOUT THIS.

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"Hey Fenton! Fenton!!" Dash came bounding over and threw a meaty arm around his shoulder.

"Jesus Dash! What?!" Danny buckled under the weight (pretended to anyway) as Dash gave him a surprisingly lighthearted punch on the arm.

"You haven't heard?! Wes has this total batshit insane theory, it's hilarious!"

Dash was in a genuine giggle-fit, Danny didn't think he'd ever seen him this merry, he was also starting to suspect he was going to leave this conversation being the butt of the joke somehow. Wait-

"Wes? Who the heck is Wes?" Danny asked, it wasn't like he knew everyone in school, like Dash seemed to.

"He's on the basketball team, you know, tall guy, red hair, threw a sick move at least month's game! You know, WES!"

"I didn't watch that game."

"Oh," said Dash, flatly, "Oh yeah, almost forgot you're a total nerd. Anyway, like I was saying!"

Dash grabbed Danny by the shoulders and nearly lifted him off the floor.

"Wes thinks," he could barely speak through his giggling, he even snorted a few times, "Wes thinks your secretly PHANTOM."

Dash dropped Danny back down as he doubled over laughing.

"Could you imagine?! You! You're not even DEAD!" Dash honest to god slapped his knee in mirth.

Danny went through an incredibly swift array of emotions in the span of about five seconds.

The first was fear, clear and bracing, then came confusion, how did he know? Had he seen something? Then there was hope, Dash didn't believe it, and if DASH didn't believe it, maybe nobody else believed it either. Then relief, he could roll with this, he could TOTALLY roll with this! Dash was right! It was absurd, it was ridiculous, it was hilarious, him being Phantom? What utter nonsense!

Sam and Tucker had been standing by his side at a Dash-safe distance, looking absolutely horrified. Sam looked ready to jump in and lay down a swift defence, but Danny gave a quick little low wave for her to stand down. He got this.

"Oh my god SERIOUSLY?" Danny busted out a slightly hysterical laugh, okay so he wasn't completely over the initial terrified anxiety.

"How could I- I mean what- WHY does he think I'M Phantom?! I mean how does that even work I don't-"

Dash clapped him on the shoulder, this was probably the most contact he'd ever had with him without being physically assaulted.

"I know right?! Like apparently he thinks you look alike? And he's all like 'But I've seen his eyes glow green' and 'they're never in the same roo-hoo-hoom." Dash wheezed and started hacking and coughing.

Danny carefully constructed a look of offence.

"Hey I mean, it's not THAT funny. Why couldn't I be Phantom! I know how to use a Fenton Thermos! Look I even HAVE one right-" he torn open his backpack and pulled one out, making sure to fumble it in a terrific display of fuck-uppery and drop it noisily on the cafeteria floor, he dropped to his knees trying to grab it but knocked it under a table.

A few girls standing nearby who'd been listening in started tittering, one of the guys sitting at the table snorted milk through his nose and Dash was just about on the floor in hysterics.

Even Sam and Tucker covered their mouths in an attempt to look like they were holding in laughter. Tucker muttered to Sam, just loud enough for people around to hear.

"I mean, he's our friend and we love him, but god that was painful to watch. He knows he's terrible at ghost hunting! He's got like, nothing but thumbs."

Danny climbed under the table, grabbed at the thermos and lifted it up as he crawled back out.

"See! See! I have a thermos! I could TOTALLY be Phantom!"

Sam walked over and placed a gentle hand on his shoulder. "It's okay bud, I think you'd be a great Phantom." her voice was thick with her usual sarcasm, soaked in pity though it were.

Danny's ears burned in embarrassment, he might have been humiliating himself on purpose, but it was still humiliating, watching everyone laugh at him for being so weak and incompetent. He was grateful to his friends for pushing through their discomfort and keeping up the act, it was still painful, but it came with a wash of pure unadulterated relief.

Nobody believed this Wes guy, nobody thought it could be even remotely possible. People would talk about it for a little while, have a laugh, maybe there would be a few memes and in-jokes, but eventually it would drop off. People would forget all about it and it would be just another notch on the gossip mill belt.

Even if someone DID believe it, they could never admit it for fear of vicious ridicule, for once in his life peer pressure was his friend.

And then Wes walked in.

Once Danny saw him he realised that he did recognise Wes, he'd seen him hanging around Kwan a few times, and chatting with Star, he was also in Danny's english class. That was about as familiar as he got with the guy, they'd never spoken a word to each other.

Wes had a terrifying expression of seething fury ripping across his face. He was glaring at Dash.

"It's NOT. FUNNY."

Dash was completely unable to stand, it was honestly overkill, Danny almost thought he was hamming it up on purpose, but maybe not, his face was turning an alarming shade of red after all.

"Wes don-" Dash gasped. "Don't do this to me man, I can't brea-" Dash was gasping for air, trying desperately to hold down the giggles.

Danny could almost see steam rising as Wes seethed. Then suddenly that furious stare was shooting daggers straight at him. Danny shrank into himself, looking as small and helpless as he possibly could.

"Uh hey Wes, um, I've heard the news." he joked tacking on a nervous laugh for emphasis. "Uh, soooo," he tossed the thermos from hand to hand, nearly dropping it again. "Is this like, just a joke or do you really-?"

Dash continued to wheeze, Kwan was holding him up by the arm, muttering about getting some water to cool off.

Wes strode over until he and Danny were face to face, he was taller by a good couple inches, even more so with Danny making a conscious effort to appear small.

Wes jabbed a sharp finger into his collarbone.

"Don't think I'm fooled by this pathetic act you've got going on, I am ONTO you, Phantom." he spat.

Danny glanced sidelong at the table beside him, silently begging for assistance, they only watched in silence, strained faces trying not to laugh. A glance the other way to his friends, they simply shrugged.

"Um, okaaay," Danny started backing away slowly. "Uh look Wes I am honestly really flattered but, do we really look that alike?" Danny ran a hand through his hair and then pointed up at Wes. "I mean we BOTH kinda have Phantom's haircut."

Sam deadpanned from the sidelines, "Maybe they're BOTH Phantom."

"We should start marketing that haircut." Tucker muttered to himself, tapping something on his tablet. "We could make a fortune, are you any good at hairdressing?"

Sam shot him a look of disgust and did not dignify the question with a response.

"Don't play dumb you two," said Wes, flipping his focus, "You're definitely in on this!"

The entire cafeteria was awash with giggles by this point. Just about everyone had heard about Wes' theory, but were mostly convinced it was some kinda joke. Now? Now they knew Wes was straight up fucking delusional.

He glanced around as people laughed, at him. At HIM.

"It's not funny!" he yelled over the crowed, the tittering increased in volume. Someone across the room yelled-

"Hey if I get the haircut, can I be Phantom too?"

One of the goths stood up on her seat.

"I've GOT the haircut! Mom says it's MY TURN to be the Phantom!"

There was a fresh round of mirthful laughter, some kids wheezing as hard as Dash had been. Another few kids piped up above the cacophony, throwing jokes of their own.

"I've got a soup thermos so I'm Phantom now, sorry sweaty I don't make the rules."

"If I wear a Phantom shirt does that make me Phantom ALL the time or am I only Phantom when I'm wearing it?"

"I have an ass, Phantom has an ass. Conclusion: I am Phantom's ass."

"Tag yourself I'm the thermos."

"DO THE BUTTS MATCH?"

Wes had been trying to scream over the din, infuriated, desperate to find SOMEONE who would listen.

Danny gave him a pat on the back.

"Hey, if it makes you feel any better, The Guys in White once hunted some guy down because he had white hair, if a government agency can fuck that up then-"

Wes slugged him.

It wasn't a particularly solid punch like Dash's hits, it was quick and precise, Was wasn't a brawny guy, but he was lean and fast and had good aim.

Danny whuffed out a heavy breath as Wes' fist collided with his sternum and he collapsed to the floor.

Everyone in the cafeteria lost their shit, a few people screamed and one table of football jocks all stood up chanting, "FIGHT. FIGHT. FIGHT. FIGHT."

Tucker ran over to him as Sam stepped up and without hesitation slammed a fist straight into Wes' nose.

The footballers lost their minds, one of the goths stood up on their table screaming "REPRESEEENT!!"

Wes backed up immediately, crying out from the sharp pain blossoming across his face, he'd never been hit before and couldn't pull his thoughts together quick enough to throw a punch back at her, so he was taken by surprise once again as Sam placed a solid roundhouse kick to his stomach.

He had certainly not been expecting that kind of brute strength from her, she had incapacitated him swiftly and effectively, barely having broken a sweat.

One of his teammates hollered over the crowd and came barrelling down on the goth, she dodged without batting an eye and darted nimbly out of the way, giving the guy a quick kick in the pants to throw him off balance as she rocketed for the cafeteria door.

As Wes took a deep breath through his mouth, his nose dripping blood, he realised that Danny and Tucker were gone. The fight had lasted only seconds but Sam had run distraction well enough for the boys to take off without anyone noticing, a glance around showed Tucker supporting Danny about to exit through the cafeteria doors.

The doors opened to an out of breath Mr Lancer on the other side.

"'The Light Fantastic!' WHAT is going on here?!"

Oh they were all so fucked.

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true lies - s. r. (10/15)

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Reader

Series Summary: Spencer is furious, when you rejoin the team after a year and after you left him, when he got arrested. Little does he know, that you leaving him was the only option to ever get him out of prison.

Chapter Summary: A case brings you back to Cat Adams - and there’s a lot she has to say.

Warnings: angst, be prepared

Word Count: 1.9k

A/N: I’m sorry it took so long and it’s so short, but.i tried really hard. hope you enjoy. gif not mine.

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Annoyed, you slap the steering wheel with the flat of your hand as if it will magically make the traffic jam in front of you disappear.

Ever since you ended the friendship between Spencer and you, the universe seems to want to punish you. First, a pipe broke in your apartment, flooding your bathroom. Apparently, it was fixed so well that two days later, suddenly no water arrived in your apartment, right when you were in the shower. Yesterday morning, none of your three alarm clocks rang, which is why you were way late for work.

And now you've been stuck in traffic for about an hour, and even though all the lights are green, you're not moving forward at all. You are lucky that you left an hour earlier than usual today and apparently you had a good nose. In the next few days you would leave nothing to chance.

The only positive thing about your bad luck is that all the stress doesn't leave you any time to think about Spencer, and since he's currently still teaching and not on BAU, you don't have to see him either. You wouldn't be able to stand wanting to be close to him without being able to. Even though it was your choice to turn away from him. But that doesn't mean it's any less painful.

When you finally get to the office, you head straight to the round table where everyone is already waiting for you. Even Spencer is sitting at his seat, and as your eyes meet, your blood freezes in your veins. What is he doing here? Did you miscount the days he wasn't supposed to be here? Or are you just unlucky again?

Emily stands next to Penelope next to the screen. In her hand she holds a file that looks very familiar. "Top secret" is written on it, and the fact that you're all here now - even Spencer - is definitely not a good sign. "Married men have been found dead in several states," she begins to speak, and Penelope shows the crime scene images on the screen. "They were always shot at close range."

"Seems personal", JJ says.

"What about the wives?", asks Tara. "Were they unhappy marriages?"

As the team speculates, you look more closely at the photos on your tablet. One of the men is wearing an expensive watch; another has a black American Express in his wallet.All of the men are dressed fancier, as if they had been on a date, but apparently not with their own wives, because they all had water-tight alibis. Something about this case feels eerily familiar.

You take a look at the family pictures that had been sent to you. Some of the men had children, others didn't, but they all lived very luxuriously. Big houses, several cars. Bigwigs. Their lives seemed perfect. Maybe a little too perfect.

"So the killer is targeting rich, married men?", speaks up Luke. "But why these particular men? There are no connections between them, and I doubt they were chosen at random."

It wasn't random, you add in thought. Somewhere in your brain synapses link and it lays on the tip of your tongue, but you can't name it. The thought is like an itch you can't get rid of and you'd love to rip the hair off your head, it bothers you so much.

"Who throws themselves at married men only to kill them?", asks Matt. "An avenging angel who kills cheaters?"

You glance at the bank statements, and the scales fall from your eyes. Running a hand through your hair, you look first at Emily, who gives you a knowing look before casting a furtive glance in Spencer's direction. But he's already looking at you. Is he thinking the same thing you are? Has he figured it out, too? Does Emily know? Is that why she called him in?

"That's impossible", Spencer says without taking his eyes off you. The team looks at him before their questioning gazes move to you. Apparently, they haven't figured it out yet. "She's in jail."

You interlace your fingers in your lap so they don't see how much you're shaking. Just the thought of it makes you shudder. "It has to be a copycat", you return, to which Spencer's eyes narrow.

"Who are you talking about?", JJ asks, putting her hand on his arm, but he's so focused on you that he doesn't even notice.

Emily clears her throat and everyone looks to her except for Spencer and you. "Cat Adams."

"I talked to the warden", Emily says when you're in her office. She stands leaning against her desk while Spencer and JJ face her. You've taken the seat on the couch against the wall, elbows propped on your knees, foot bobbing up and down.

Really bad. Really, really bad.

"Adams is ready to talk. But only with you, Spencer."Though her words are directed at him, her gaze is calmly on you. Apparently, she wants to make sure you don't throw up on the floor. You can't promise her. "In twenty minutes, you'll be flying out. As soon as the three of you find out anything, I want to be informed immediately."

Spencer's whole body tenses, but he doesn't respond. The two of them leave the office while you stay behind. Emily sits down next to you on the couch and grabs your hands.

"I'd rather you didn't go with them, Y/N," she begins. "But I'm afraid you have to go with them. You know why."

You look at her, her expression concerned, and you'd like to hug her as an assurance that everything would be okay. "It just doesn't make things any easier, unfortunately."

During the flight, no one speaks a word. You each turn your attention to other things to calm yourselves. JJ watches videos on her phone, Spencer reads a book about astronomy, and you close your eyes, trying not to think too much, but each time you do, you see her face.

The streak of bad luck continues to haunt you.

The warden takes you straight to the interrogation room. He says something, but you don't listen to him. You're far too preoccupied with the fact that everything could go to hell in a minute. To say you're scared would be an understatement.

The three of you stand in front of the glass, allowing you to peer into the room. Cat Adams looks worse than you imagined. Her hair hangs stringy and disheveled from her head, there are jet-black shadows under her eyes, and her overall appearance could be straight out of a horror movie.

"Are you okay, Spence?" asks JJ, but Spencer doesn't answer. "Take all the time you need. No one is forcing you to talk to her right now."

"The longer I don't talk to her, the more potential victims there are," he replies coolly and firmly, looking to his blonde friend. There's a hardness in his gaze that's only been directed at you lately. So that's how much he despises you. He puts you on the same level as a man-killing psychopath.

He squeezes JJ's hand before giving you a quick look that says more than a thousand words could. Then he opens the door and enters the interrogation room. Spencer sits down across from Cat at the table and folds his hands on the table.

"Spencie. It's been a long time."At the sound of her voice and nickname, Spencer barely flinches, and you want to flee. But even if you could-you wouldn't let Spencer go through this alone. No matter what might come.

"It could have been a lot longer."

Cat leans back in her chair, relaxed, and looks at him. "Your hair has gotten longer. It suits you very well."

"Thanks." You can't see his face, but you're pretty sure he's raising an eyebrow. "We're not here to exchange pleasantries or compliments, though."

She nods curtly. "That's right. From what I hear, there's someone running around outside who gets as much pleasure out of killing married men as I do." She bites her lower lip, which makes her look even crazier than she already does. "I never thought there'd be a copycat of me. It's kind of cool, though. I have to admit."

"Do you know anything about that?" Spencer's voice is cold. Apparently he wants to get out of there as fast as he can, and you can't blame him.

Cat's gaze moves from Spencer's face to his hands. Slowly, she reaches across the table and untangles his fingers so she can look at his left hand. "From what I can see, you're not wearing a wedding ring at all, Spencie. What happened to your fiancée?"

You inhale sharply, and JJ's hand rubs your arm reassuringly for a moment. It was only a matter of time before she asked, but secretly you hoped she wouldn't.

Spencer's back muscles tighten under his dark blue shirt. "She left me when I got arrested."

Cat can't help but grin, and you'd love to punch her right in the face. "I'd say I'm sorry about that, but it's not like we're lying to each other." She plays with his fingers like it's the most normal thing in the world. "Must have been pretty hard for you."

"It wasn't easy."

"And you haven't heard from her since." It's more of a question than a statement. When Spencer doesn't answer, she drops his fingers. Her expression darkens abruptly. Your heart slips into your pants. "Right?"

Please don't say anything. Don't go into it.

"I'm not here to talk about her or me", he finally replies, and you can't help but breathe a sigh of relief. JJ looks at you in confusion, and a faint smile creeps onto your lips. But your moment of relief is short-lived, because Cat doesn't seem to want to give in.

"I want answers as much as you do, Spencie. If you give me some, I'll give you some. A fair trade," she grins, leaning back in her chair again, arms crossed in front of her chest. "So?"

"She came back a few weeks ago", he replies coolly, and Cat's eyes widen as if she really wasn't expecting it.

"Oh, no. Really?" Again she leans forward, so curious is she. "And what did she say? Did she apologize? Or told you the reason she left?" Her grin is so wide it almost reaches her ears. It makes you want to throw up.

"She said she didn't love me anymore."

"And you just believed her?" She shakes her head, but waits for no response. "I thought you were a better profiler, Spencie. After all, you cracked me. You should have realized something was up."

"What do you mean, something's up?" he asks.

Your whole body tenses with panic, but inside you're screaming, pleading, and a small part of you is sinking into a black hole right now.

"At least one thing she stuck to." Cat's grin is false, and sly and insidious as she speaks. "She didn't tell you about our deal?"

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SPIDER | BUCKY BARNES x READER | PART FOUR

CONTAINS SPOILERS FOR THE FALCON AND THE WINTER SOLDIER.

PART ONE | PART TWO | PART THREE Summary: Bucky doesn’t know what to make of you when he meets you. You’re friends with Sharon, and you seem pretty easy to read on the surface. But the more time he spends with you, the more he seems to uncover, and the more he becomes tangled in the web you unwittingly weave. Pairing: female!Reader x Bucky Barnes Fandom: Marvel / The Falcon and the Winter Soldier Word Count: 2,769 Warnings: SPOILERS FOR THE FALCON AND THE WINTER SOLDIER. A/N: Thank you all for the lovely response yet again! I really appreciate it. We're getting into Episode 4 now, so if you've not seen it yet make sure you don't read this chapter or you'll spoil yourself! Please let me know your thoughts, though. I really liked how this chapter turned out and I tried to make it so it didn't read like I was just writing the episode out word for word so I hope it's okay!

Zemo’s apartment was, at least, comfortable. As soon as you’d arrived Sam had settled in and gotten himself a drink and Zemo had excused himself to shower. You’d gone for a wander around the place, trying to get your bearings. It’d been a while since you’d been out of Madripoor and it felt a little like the ground had just been ripped up from underneath your feet. It was undoubtedly going to take some getting used to. Then, with what Bucky had said in the street. You were overthinking and you knew it, but he’d been right. You hated that he’d been right.

A change of clothes and freshening up in one of the bathrooms the place had done at least some of the job in helping you feel settled in, and by the time you re-enter the living room Bucky’s back, the Dora Milaje is after Zemo and the news that Karli bombed a GRC supply depot has broken.

You settle on one of the seats beside Sam with a glass of water and a heavy heart. Zemo is talking about how he personally believes Karli is a supremacist, but you can’t get your mind off of how three people had died and eleven more had been injured at the GRC supply depot bombing. You have a feeling that more people are going to end up dead if you don’t act soon, and fast.

“She will not stop,” Zemo says. “She will escalate until you kill her.”

You zone back into the conversation, taking a long sip of your drink.

“Or she kills you.”

“How unbelievably morbid of you,” you mutter.

Bucky glances at you and Sam even huffs out what you think could be a laugh.

“Maybe you’re wrong, Zemo. The serum never corrupted Steve,” Bucky says.

“Touché. But there has never been another Steve Rogers, has there?”

You can’t disagree with him. These people – Karli, her super soldiers. You know that they’re not trying to be Steve Rogers. They’re anything but. But you also know that John Walker, where-ever he is, whoever he is, isn’t qualified for the job either.

Bucky sighs and makes to walk away from the three of you and head toward the couch, looking for a well deserved seat. “Well, maybe we should give him to the Wakandans right now.”

“And you’ll give up your tour guide?” Zemo replies, staring into a cabinet and not even bothering to give Bucky a glance.

“Yes.” Bucky doesn’t hesitate.

Sam rolls his eyes, clearly irritated by the both of them. He says something, you vaguely hear something about his ‘TT’, though you don’t listen to the words. Instead, you stare into your drink, swirling the water around in the cup.

It’s not the first time you wonder if you’ve made a mistake my coming along with Sam, Bucky and Zemo. It’s not like Sharon gave you a choice, but you know that you could have insisted that you not come along. But now you’re wondering even more as you sit in Zemo’s living room, listening to the three men concoct a plan without even needing to consult you. Three men – a criminal, one that doesn’t trust you and one that you just don’t understand at all. You feel out of place among them.

You push yourself up and out of your chair, leaving your water behind on the table, and head towards the hallway that’ll lead you to the room Zemo told you that you could use. Bucky watches as you go, wondering if he should call out and ask you where you’re going, though he hesitates for too long and by that time, you’re out of sight. Sam watches him with furrowed eyebrows.

“What was that?”

“What was what?” Bucky looks at him.

“You, staring at her like that. Are you in cahoots or something? I saw you talking on the street. Hell, you stopped to talk to her. What’s that about?”

Bucky scoffs. “In cahoots? Are you being serious right now?”

“Deadly.”

“Yeah, you know what else is deadly?”

“What?”

“Karli if we don’t hurry up and get some information on Donya Madani.” Bucky stands up and heads towards the bathroom. “As soon as I’m done, we’re heading out.”

Sam shakes his head and mutters “Who made you boss?” under his breath.

Bucky hears him. “I did!”

***

You’re not quite sure what you expect to find, but it’s certainly more than you’re leaving with. Bucky is standing and staring at Zemo and a group of children when you and Sam rejoin him. You’d gone upstairs with him, having decided on the journey there to at least try with him, and if he still refused to trust you, you’d give up. Or perhaps you wouldn’t. You hadn’t quite decided yet.

Bucky looks at you as you stand beside him, hands tucked firmly into the pockets of your jacket to shield them from the cool breeze. You hadn’t said much to him since he’d joined you at Zemo’s apartment after your talk on the street, and honestly he didn’t expect you to. He didn’t even really know what to say to you, so he’d figured he’d not even bother breaching the topic. If you wanted to talk about it, you would.

You stare ahead at Zemo, eyes narrowed. He’d been a little anxious about you going upstairs with Sam alone, even though he knew deep down that Sam wasn’t going to do anything, especially to Sharon’s friend.

“Someone needs to teach those children not to talk to strangers,” you mutter.

Sam snorts.

“No, seriously. If I was their age and someone that looked and acted like Zemo came up and started talking to me like that, I’d probably want to punch him and run.” You pause and then spot the Turkish delight. “On second thoughts…” You make to walk towards him, suddenly feeling rather protective over the children unknowingly speaking to a criminal like Zemo.

Before you can even make it two steps, a hand closes around your wrist and pulls you to a stop. You look back, irritated, to find Bucky shaking his head at you.

“Don’t. He’s not going to hurt them. They’re giving him information.”

“They’re children and he’s a criminal.”

“Yeah,” Bucky says, tugging you back to his side and letting go of your wrist once you’re there. “And I’ll punch him in the face if I have to.”

Sam chuckles. “Don’t tempt him, or me, for that matter.”

“Now you’ve just made me want to watch him get punched in the face.”

Bucky and Sam share a look.

“I will if you will,” Sam shrugs.

Zemo finishes speaking to the children and walks back towards the three of you. “Cute kids,” he says, smiling a smile that makes your skin crawl. He walks straight past you.

“Yeah, I hate that man,” you mutter.

***

The journey back to Zemo’s apartment is quiet and uncomfortable. You feel worried for the children and are contemplating various different ways you could physically injure and maim Zemo. Whatever Sam and Bucky are thinking, you don’t know or particularly care.

What you do know is that you didn’t find what you came for

You close the door of the apartment behind you.

“Well, I got nothing,” Bucky says, heading straight to the couch. “No one’s talking about Donya.”

“Yeah, it’s because Karli is the only one fighting for them,” Sam replies, settling down on the couch opposite Bucky. “And she’s not wrong.”

“What do you mean?”

You find a spot on the couch by Bucky and kick off your shoes so you can put your feet up. All of the travelling around was certainly taking its toll and honestly, you were beyond exhausted. If you had the time to sleep for more than a few broken hours, you’d take it. You rest your head on your arm, laying your head down on the top of the couch, and look between Sam and Bucky.

Sam sighs and elaborates. “For five years, people have been welcomed into countries that have kept them out using barbwire. There were houses and jobs. Folks were happy to have people around to help them rebuild. It wasn’t just one community coming together, it was the entire world coming together. And then, boom. Just like that, it goes right back to the way it used to be. To them, at least Karli’s doing something.”

“You really think her ends justify her means?” Bucky says. “Then, she’s no different than him,” he motions to Zemo, “or anybody else we’ve fought.”

“She’s different. She’s not motivated by the same things.”

You find the courage to speak. “Just because she’s not motivated by the same things as Zemo or the people you’ve fought, it doesn’t mean she’s not unlike them,” you sit up a little straighter as they look at you. “I haven’t fought people like you have, but I’ve fought. I’ve seen what regular people can do with a following. Karli is different, but she’s the same, too. She’s making change, but at what cost?”

Bucky looks at you, eyes narrowed. “I like you,” he says. “You get me.”

Sam rolls his eyes and looks like he’s about to reply when Zemo comes over holding a tray with tea and several tea cups. It almost makes you laugh, the sight of him with the smallest, daintiest pieces of China, but you hold it back, knowing that all eyes in the room would fall on you if you did laugh.

“That little girl. What’d she tell you?” Bucky’s amusement over you is long gone.

Zemo looks at the three of you for several moments before finally giving up the information he’d been holding hostage. “The funeral is this afternoon.”

Beside you, Bucky huffs in annoyance. “You know the Dora’s coming for you at any minute? In fact, they’re probably lurking outside right now. Keep talking.”

“Leaving you to turn on me once we get to Karli. Hmm. I prefer to keep my leverage.”

You watch as Bucky stands up from the couch and walks towards him. Something tells you that he’s not just standing up to talk, but before you can so much as think of anything else, Bucky grabs a tea cup and throws it against the wall behind Zemo. It shatters with a surprisingly loud crack.

“You wanna see what someone can do with leverage?”

Both you and Sam are on your feet in seconds, stepping in-between them. You press a hand against Bucky’s shoulder and try to move him away from Zemo, but it does nothing. He doesn’t move and instead keeps shooting daggers at Zemo over your shoulder.

“Take it easy. Don’t engage him. He’s just gonna extort you and do that stupid head tilt thing,” Sam says, warning Bucky off. “Let me make a call.” He leaves the room, but not before tapping on Bucky’s other shoulder in an attempt to snap him out of it.

Zemo gets on your nerves by asking “You want some cherry blossom tea?”

“No, you go ahead.” Bucky is seething.

You push on his shoulder again and finally he steps back.

“What, you think we can afford to start fighting amongst each other now?” You ask, directing Bucky out of the living room and down the hall, figuring it’s probably for the best if he and Zemo aren’t in the same room right now. Zemo can enjoy his cherry blossom tea all on his own.

Bucky lets out a long, shaky breath. “Told you I wanted to punch him.”

“When I said I wanted to see it, I didn’t mean today.”

You tug him out of the hall and into your room, closing the door behind you. It’s the first time the two of you have been alone since the street where he’d called you out for contradicting yourself all the time. Strangely, he’s the person out of the three of them that you’re the most comfortable around, yet you also know he’s definitely the one that’s the most rash in his decision making. Hence the broken cup.

Bucky sits down on the edge of the bed and runs his hands over his hair.

“I know that helping him get out was for the best considering everything with Karli and the Flag Smashers, but I’m really regretting my decision right about now,” he admits, eyes focused firmly on the floor.

You walk over and settle down beside him on the bed.

“He has his uses, but just because he’s useful doesn’t mean he’s any less of an ass.”

He laughs briefly and the sound makes you smile.

“We all have regrets, okay?” You continue. “I have plenty of them, you have them, Sam has them, I bet even Zemo has some. Buried deep down. I try not to focus on mine. Maybe you should try the same with the Zemo thing.”

Bucky lifts his head and looks at you. “Yeah, it’s that easy, is it?”

For some reason, you want him to trust you even more now. Having felt disconnected from them all day, but also having felt the thrill when one of them laughs at your joke, or even Bucky just telling you that he likes you… the part of you that wants trust wins out, so you decide to tell Bucky one of your regrets.

“I regret leaving Madripoor and Sharon,” you admit. “She’s the only home I’ve known for the longest time. Madripoor – however messed up it is there – felt like some kind of home because of her. It’s the first time we’ve been apart since the blip, I suppose. Part of me wishes I was still there with her. But the other part of me focuses on the fact that she thinks I’m of more use here, with you guys. So I’m trying to be of use to you guys. I’m trying not to shut myself off. I’m pushing down my regret in favour of trying to be helpful.”

“And how’s that going?”

“Well, I haven’t contradicted myself yet, have I?”

Bucky smiles properly for the first time since you’ve met him.

“And listen, if it makes you feel any better, you entirely have my permission to punch Zemo before we finish all of this. I don’t know Sam well, but I have a feeling he’d be on board, too.”

He chuckles and leans back until he’s laying on the bed, staring up at the ceiling.

“I meant what I said in there before,” he points in the direction of the living room. “That I like you. That you get me. I don’t know how, but you do.” He looks up at you, sitting up and watching him. “You’re making it annoyingly easy for me to trust you right now, you know that? I feel like I shouldn’t trust you because of the contradictions you make about yourself. But now you’re sitting here, being open and honest with me. Making sure I don’t punch people. And now I feel like I could trust you.”

You’re smiling. “Maybe that was all part of my grand plan.”

Bucky furrows his eyebrows. “Don’t do that.”

“I’m joking. It was a joke,” you huff out a laugh. “Learn to take a joke, James.”

He pushes himself up, sitting straight again. “James?”

“That’s your name, is it not? Or do you not like being called James?”

“No, it’s… it’s fine.” He blinks. Lets your words settle with him for a moment. “Bucky, James. I don’t care what you call me. Unless it’s offensive.”

“Well, you’re safe there,” you laugh. “I’m not mad at you, by the way. About what you said earlier. You were right. I do contradict myself, and I do it to protect myself.”

Bucky frowns. “You don’t have to protect yourself from me.”

“Then I’ll try not to,” you say honestly. “Now, have you cooled off enough to go back and see who Sam was calling, or do you wanna stay here for a few more minutes?”

Bucky thinks over your question for a few moments, thinking ever so briefly about staying here with you for a little bit longer simply because he thinks he likes being around you, before nodding. “I think I’m good.”

You nod and stand up, intending to head to the door, but Bucky reaches out a hand to stop you. He means to grab your wrist, but unintentionally ends up grabbing your hand. You whirl, eyes a little wider than you realise, and look at him.

He doesn’t let go.

“Thank you,” he says. “For getting me out of there. For calming me down.”

You smile. “Anytime, Bucky.”

***

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redrobin-detective · 3 years

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the difference between outside and in is a single step

Dannymay Day 5: Doorway ________________________________

Danny knew what it is like to exist in between two things. He existed in the fuzzy grey area between life and death, struggled between his desires and his responsibilities. Now he stood outside the door of his home, soaked to the skin from the rain and realized he was stuck here too, between a rock and a hard place. Only he could phase or punch out of rocks and hard places but not this.

The only home he’d ever known and he was stuck on the other side of the door, not knowing if he was welcome anymore.

Sam told him to run when he called her in a panic that his parents had found out about his powers. She had a stash of money, IDs, even motorcycles for her and Tuck should they have to move. She told him to leave hours ago but he couldn’t. Tucker told him to let things cool down for a few days, opened his home to Danny to let the tension cool a bit before confronting them. He doesn’t know what Jazz would want. His mother had tried to call him after he’d finished talking to Tucker and, in a panic, he’d thrown his phone into the pond at the park. Not his greatest move but he was panicking.

Sam and Tucker were both waiting for him at their respective houses, Sam to escape from and Tucker to shelter him. And yet Danny was standing outside the door to his own house. A part of him wanted to run, wanted to run so far and so fast that maybe he could leave this heavy hurt behind him and start over. Another part wanted to hide, to sink from view and wait for the world to get a little better before poking his head out. Mostly, he just wanted to go home. He wanted to change out of his wet clothes, take a shower and crawl into his bed. He wanted his parents to love him, weird ghost powers and all.

Danny had raised his hands to knock on the door a few times only to think it was ridiculous he was knocking on his own door. Of course that didn’t mean he was making any move to open it himself. He could probably phase through, sneak upstairs without anyone noticing. But that felt wrong too. He pushed his wet hair out of his face and brushed aside the wet streaks on cheeks. He’d take it to his second grave if there was tears mixed in with the rain water.

“This is dumb,” Danny said out loud after 15 minutes of staring at the door. He wasn’t going to go in and they weren’t going to let him in so he might as well leave. Turning away was the most painful thing he’d ever done but he’d gotten down two steps when the door opened.

“Danny,” the voice was so soft, he almost didn’t recognize it as belonging to his father.

“D-dad,” Danny mumbled back through his chattering teeth. His dad looks rough, eyes sunken, shoulders slumped. He doesn’t ever remember seeing him look like this before. And it’s all because of him. “Sorry, I was just going.”

“No,” Dad said, reaching out his hand across the threshold of the doorway but pausing before he touched Danny. “No, you’re cold, you’re wet.” The words were said cautiously, the edges of a questioning tone. He feels his dad’s eyes studying him carefully. “Come inside, Danno. We’ll talk once you’re dry.”

“I,” Danny choked down. He backed down an additional step. His eyes darted over to the window where he could see his mom watching him with a calculating gaze. She was frowning. “No, I should go.”

“I don’t,” Dad said quietly, looking down at the rain soaked stoop. “I don’t know what’s going on with you. I don’t know who or what you are right now and that, that scares me. The only thing I know for sure right now is that you are my son. You are my son and you are standing in the freezing rain, shivering on the steps of your home.”

Danny looked up at his dad, always larger and more imposing than him but now especially he seemed ten feet tall. “I don’t know how things will end tonight, if I’m going to find out you’re a ghost or a dream or something else altogether. Frankly, I’d rather not know anything. This is a lot to take in but I won’t leave you out there in the cold while we work things out. Come in Danny, let’s try this again.”

He held out his hand again, this time with the explicit permission for Danny to take it. Mom said something Danny couldn’t hear and he saw his dad nod apparently in agreement. She disappeared from the window and appeared next to dad a few moments later with a dry towel. It was held out in supplication.

“Come inside, swe- Danny. We promise, we promise to listen before we take any action.” Her lower lip warbled and her hands shook as she held out the towels, “and if you are a ghost, if you are... gone, then we’ll work that out too.”

“I’m not dead, not really,” he stated, the cold retreating for a most as hope warmed him from the inside out. “I have powers but I’m still, alive, still me.”

“Save the explanations for when you don’t look like a drowned rat,” Dad smiled. It was shaky and still unsure but it was real. Danny thought of all the times Vlad had called his dad neglectful and idiotic and pitied him for not seeing how great a man Jack Fenton was.

“Y-yeah, okay.” The first step was hard but climbing each step felt a little easier, like he really was was coming home. He took his father’s hand, warm and encompassing as he passed through the doorway. Some doors led to ruin, some to fortune. But this door, he hoped would lead him home.

#dannymay2021 #cheated a lil bit and wrote this last night #almost immediately after starlit vigil #havent written anything in almost a week so I was feeling antsy #too much angst last prompt so here's a happier one #also back to drinking Respect Jack Fenton Juice #(thats a lie I never stopped)

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tanakavox · 3 years

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The screen runs again as shows the red coated Jaune standing around looking annoyed as a voice calls out to him.

"Hey look it's half demon Jaune again!" Nora cheered.

"...Half what? Coco deadpan.

"Jaune in this universe is the son of Ozpin,who's a demon who saved all of humanity. Cinder is like his twins or something." Yang quickly brought the others to speed.

"Teach is a demon?" Coco asked with a raised eyebrow.

"Wait who's the mom then?" Velvet asked, confused.

"That's….. A very good question. We didn't get an answer to that. Yang mused.

"I just wanna know who this person with the annoying voice was." Whitley muttered

"Another good question that we don't get answers to. Sorry."

"Thanks for destroying the lock for me, devil boy! And welcome to hell! Please accept my gift. Don't be humble, just take it. After all, we are buddies aren't we?" The voice the viewers recozinge as Jester as she cackles loudly.

A fountain of blood flows onto the statues which bring out blood bat-based demons called Blood-goyles flies toward Jaune and he cuts it in half with a casual swipe from his sword.

Jaune shakes his head in disappointment. "Well, isn't that special. To be honest, I'm expecting something a little better than this," Jaune then goes to dispatch them and leaves on his way to find Cinder.

The scene cuts to Jaune walking in front of a door with two statues and stopping when they began to start talking. Jaune doesn't look a bit shocked.

"Look brother, it's been ages, but we finally have company," one called Rudra said gleefully.

"I see that," The other is called Agni simply.

"We must entertain our guest."

"You're right. We have to be gracious hosts."

"Brother, what should we do?" Rudra asked.

"How do I know? We need to come up with something," Agni stated.

Jaune began to get impantice pacing back and forward and sighed.

"I don't blame him for getting impantice. These guys are annoying." Mercury stated. He was already starting not like these guys.

"Oh come on they weren't even talking!" Ruby pointed out glaring at Mercury.

"Still annoying."

Rudra took notice with this. "Brother, our guest is... sighing."

"SIGH? What is... SIGH?" Agni asked, a bit confused.

"Well a sigh is when -" Rudra was about to answer until he was cut off by their guest.

"Enough already!" Jaune said, finally snapping, "How long are you two gonna keep carrying on like this? In case you didn't get the hint, I'll spell it out. Your guest wants to go through. Got it."

"Our job here is to guard this door," Rudra said the statue was moving a bit.

"That's right! We can't let you pass," Agni added his piece.

(After Agni & Rudra battle)

"Wow, he took them out without much effort." Fiona said wide eyed.

"That kinda sums up this Jaune huh? He didn't have much trouble with the last guy either. Nora responded with a huge grin.

"He's gonna die when he gets to Cinder though. Emerald said with a smirk. "Remember what happened at the start. Nora turns to glare at her.

"Shut up!" She barked.

After their bodies were defeated in battle, both demon swords spun around in the air until they fell and got stuck on the ground in a crossed-blades position. They see Jaune walking towards the exit of the room, about to leave them behind.

"Wait!" Rudra cried out to Jaune.

Against his better thinking, Jaune turns around to acknowledge the two demon guards

"Yes, wait. We have been waiting for a long time," Agni said after his brother.

"Yes, a very long time," Rudra echoed.

"For someone stronger than us."

"Someone who can control us."

"My name is Agni," the red demon sword said.

"And my name is Rudra. You shall take us with you," The blue demon sword stated.

"We could be a great help to you!" Both brothers said as one.

Jaune took a moment to think about their offer. They were pretty strong together and seeing as how he's already let Cereberus tag along, he could use these two as Devil Arms as well. "Okay, but on one condition," He pressed.

"What is it?" Agni asked ecstatically.

"Name it!" Rudra sharing his brother's joy stated.

Jaune points to both brothers, "No talking!" While they were a strong force together, he would not deal with their constant chit-chat along the way.

"Thank god he said it." Mercury stated.

"Much as I hate to agree with you but yeah." Jaune piped up.

"Jaune!" Ruby cried, lightning punching him in the arm. Jaune raised his arms defensively

"I'm sorry Rubes, But they're really annoying.

"Fair enough!" Agni agreed to the blonde's terms.

"As you wish," Rudra echoed his agreement.

Jaune picks up the two swords and does a kata. The force of every swing of the two swords generated sharp winds and scorching flames. By the end, Jaune couldn't help but smile in satisfaction at how amazing these Devil Arms were and how strong they felt in his hands.

"... That was so cool." Ruby whispered with stars in her eyes.

"Impressive," The blue brother praised his new master.

Jaune flips the swords and bangs the two brother's heads together. "No talking," He repeated their agreement.

Neither Agni or Rudra said anything more, almost like they really were inanimate objects.

"Good," Jaune said in satisfaction, having peace and quiet again.

—

The scene changes to show the young crimsonette walk stealthily down a corridor with a gun in hand, the sounds of heavy steps closing in around her.

"Hey look! It's me! Ruby cheered. She didn't get to show up alot in this movie so far. But she started to get worried. It looked like she was about to get ambushed.

It's all of a sudden when a group of Pride Hell's attempt to ambush her. She's able to evade the swings of their scythe weapons thanks to her fast reflexes, allowing her to retrieve a second pistol from a holster. She shoots at two of the Hells and continues to fire in quick succession. One of the Hells thrusted the blunt pommel of their scythe in her direction, Ruby's able to dodge the strike by hopping on top of it and evade multiple swings directed at her in an expert show of her athletic ability. She continues to return fire to them as they continue to advance.

"WHOOO GO RUBY!" Yang cheered as she went to town on the demons.

Even when she gets cornered she has a plan. Ruby kicked two Hells back with her legs, a gift for each of them in the form of grenades. The explosion results in the Hells along with herself being propelled into the air. She doesn't give them a chance to recover as she continues to send bullets their way via cyclone of death. She finds footing on an embedded scythe in the wall, she fires at a nearby Hell and then uses the scythe as a high bar as a means to continue her attack on the rest of the Hells while performing many acts of peak acrobatic ability and gunfire. Eventually she finds herself upside down, her only support was her feet hooked around two embedded poles. The Hells take this opportunity to strike against Ruby together, they never seem to learn.

"Which version of Ruby seems very skilled,'' Weiss mused.

"You say that like you believe I'm not skilled now Ruby said smiling at Weiss. Weiss doesn't say anything as Ruby stares at her. She pouted at the former heiress. "I'm skilled Weiss!"

"Yes. Of Course Ruby." Weiss replies with a smirk.

Ruby turns to Jaune to get him on her side but stops when she noticed that Jaune crossed his legs tightly and was staring at the screen intently.

"Uh Jaune? Why did you cross your legs so tightly?"

Jaune turns to Ruby wide eyed and stutters out an answer. "Uh I-i just feel more comfortable like this!" No way he was gonna tell Ruby watching her go to town on demons was hot to him. Ruby stares at him for a few seconds and goes back to the movie.

Deciding it was time to bring out the big guns, Ruby draws out her trusty Crescent Rose and fires a missile at the ground beneath her. The explosion knocks back the Hells while propelling her into the air once more. Ruby lands onto the ground in a crouch position with no signs of harm throughout the ordeal. As she looks around, she releases a sigh of relief as the Hells were no longer a threat. She tugs her darling back on her shoulder and continues on, as she leaves the screen pans to an overhead shot to see that the charred remains of the ground resembling a '6.'

Ruby is now seen on a balcony of Temen-ni-gru, reloading her arsenal, sitting on a rock until she hears a voice come from behind her. Upon recognizing the voice she immediately pulls out one of her guns.

"Well, well... You've grown stronger," Raven said as she approached the young woman.

"Mom." Yang had a dark look on her face.

"What does she want with Ruby? Blake asks.

"If you shut your yap you may find out." Mercury said nonchalantly causing Blake to glare at him.

"Go to Hell," She raises her pistol directly towards Raven's face.

"You point a gun at me? Your own kin? Your dear Auntie?" Raven said as though she were truly shocked.

Ruby's face twists in rage, "The only family I ever had was my sister, and she's dead!"

"SHE KILLED ME?!" Yang yelled out in shock? The rest of her team and friends were in shock as well. Qrow couldn't believe it. Yang and Raven never really had a good relationship but he didn't think Raven would kill her own daughter.

Ruby shoots with her pistol four times, but finds that Raven has vanished. She draws out a SMG and aims both guns to her left and right in case Raven could get the jump on her. She scans around her surroundings for any signs of Raven only to find nothing. That only left one direction left uncheck... was above!

"You break my heart. After all, it was I who gave you your name. My darling niece!" Raven yells as she stares at Ruby while hanging upside down on the balcony roof.

Ruby was about to shoot when Raven's book dropped on her face blocking her vision. Raven takes this opportunity to get the jump on Ruby and throws her niece off the platform. Before she was out of Raven's sight, she felt her cheek get grazed by one of Ruby's bullets that she fired her way.

"That should have gone into her head!" Yang screamed, her eyes glowing red. Qrow couldn't help but agree with his niece.

Ruby continues falling Temen-ni-gru, that is until Jaune catches sight of her falling and proceeds to catch her by one of her boots. She looks at what stopped her fall and upon recognizing the boy in red, points both her guns at him.

Jaune looks down at the girl with a grin, pleased to see this interesting girl again. "Well, this is my kind of rain. No wonder the sky looks so funny today," He said while looking up at the cloudy sky.

"Getting bold ain't ya Bondie?" Qrow said, turning to Jaune who gave him an annoyed look.

"Yeah? And you want me to what Old man?" He snapped.

Qrow growled knowing he couldn't do anything.

"Let me go!" Ruby yelled.

"Don't say that stupid" Ruby yelled at the other version of herself.

Jaune looked at her with surprise, "Let you go? But it would be a waste if you ended up as just a pretty stain."

"Smooth Arc. Smooth." Coco teased as Jaune faces red at his alternate self boldness with his best friend.

Ruby having enough this guy's talk shoots him in his head. When the bullet makes contact with Jaune's face, it causes him to let go of the girl which results in her fall down again. This time however she's able to use the blade of Crescent Rose as a means to stop her fall. As she hangs off her weapon, she hears the sound of footst coming from the platform above.

"NO ME NO!" Ruby yelled out in horror at the fact she possibly killed her best friend.

"Huh look at that. He died earlier than I thought." Emerald laughed.

Jaune peers over the edge of the platform at the girl, sporting a bleeding bullet wound on his forehead and a miffed expression, "What the hell was that for? Here I am trying to help you and you show your thanks by shooting me?"

"Oh thanks goodness." Ruby sighed in relief.

"We shouldn't be too surprised. Getting stabbed several times with scythe only made him mad." Oscar pointed out.

Ruby, very confused with how he's even standing, responds by shooting him again.

The bullet once again makes contact, however, Jaune is able to react quickly enough to catch it between his teeth. After spitting the offending bullet out of his mouth he decides it would be in his best interest to ditch the girl, "Whatever, do as you please."

"God me! You just lost your chance at getting a friend!" Ruby said in a disapproving tone.

Ruby lowers her gun as she's finally able to pick up why she's been having a bad feeling about this guy, "So he's a demon too."

As he leaves, Jaune cleans off a bit of leftover blood from his face and wipes it on the wall. "I'm beginning to think I've got rotten luck with women," The line of fresh blood drips down the wall, creating the image of a '7.'

—

The scene changes to the very top of Temen-ni-gru, there stands a black haired woman in the rain, a ethereal full moon shining its light in the night sky, and the only sound that was present was the roaring winds in the air.

The silence would soon be broken as the sound of approaching footsteps began to come up the stairs. Jaune approaches the platform, finally making it to the top of the large tower that was Temen-ni-gru. After fighting multiple demons just to get here he was finally met with his gracious hostess, Cinder.

Cinder turned her head to address her guest, already knowing who it was, "...You showed up," She smiled.

Cinder sat forward in her seat. Ready to see herself destroy this weakening again.

Jaune walks up to her, while twirling Ivory in his hands. There was a smile on his face as he paced around the platform, "You sure know how to throw a party. No food, no drinks, and the only babe just left." Jaune lightheartedly pokes at his sister's very poor party preparation.

"My sincerest apology, brother. I was so eager to see you I couldn't concentrate on the preparations for the bash," Cinder replies with a warmth that was difficult to tell if it was genuine or not.

D-do they hate each other?" Oscar asks. "They seem pretty happy to see each other."

Jaune brushes it off continuing his pacing, "Whatever. At any rate, it's been a whole year since we last met. How about a kiss from your little brother? Or better yet, how about a kiss from this?"

Jaune immediately points Ivory directly at Cinder. The sound of lightning and thunder echoed throughout the dark sky, signaling the change in the atmosphere around the two siblings.

"So, this is what they call a heart warming family reunion eh…" Jaune questions as his face grinned, expressing that he was ready for a fight,

Cinder's eyes darkened, her facial expression becoming cold but determined, "You got that right."

Cinder opens up Yamato with her thumb, its blade gleaming in the moonlight.

"Take down, Fearless leader" Nora cheered.

"Heh. Come red. We both know how this is gonna end up."" Mercury said chuckling at her.

"I thought I told you to shut up?" Nora hissed.

—

Jaune and Cinder separated from each other, both breathing heavily from the battle, after fighting so intensely they took a moment to catch their breath. Their fight in the rain had lasted for some time, as evidenced by Cinder's hair being flat down, wet from all the rainwater.

Jaune is able to recover first so he takes Rebellion and starts charging at his sister, Rebellion's tip generating sparks as he drags it on the ground. Cinder recovers in time to evade his attempted strike, giving her the opportunity to parry with Yamato.

Jaune spins Rebellion with both hands then thrusted the sword towards Cinder, who then sidesteps the blade's path. She rotates Yamato to hold the katana backhanded, following up by knocking Jaune backwards with its kashira (pommel). Both of them quickly clashed their blades together, resulting in both of them being knocked back, Jaune having already off his feet is knocked the farthest back.

Jaune skits to one of the pillars standing on the platform, stopping his backwards momentum. He quickly draws out Ebony from her holster, and fires seven shots at his brunette sibling. The bullets are seen speeding towards Cinder who begins spinning Yamato in a quick rotating motion, deflecting three of the bullets while catching the remaining four that were originally aimed towards her.

Cinder places the caught bullets on the floor with Yamato in single file and then returns them to her blonde brother. Jaune sees the returning bullets coming towards him but he quickly lifts Rebellion over his head and is able to quickly slice through them, which then burst behind him.

"...That was fucking cool. Mercury stated and no one disagreed with him

Cinder points Yamato at him, her face expressing her frustration towards her brother, "Why do you refuse to gain power? The power of our father Ozma?"

"I thought you guys said that teacher was their dad?" Coco turned to everyone with a raised eyebrow.

"He is, that's just his real name." Blake said with a sigh. "It's a long story. Don't ask." Coco shrugs and goes back to the movie.

Jaune, after using Rebellion to help him stand, looks at Cinder as if she told him a bad joke, "Father? I don't have a father. I just don't like you, that's all."

Ozpin's heart ached hearing Jaune say that. He knew that they weren't his kids in his universe but the fact that any kids of his were fighting at all as well one of his sons rejecting him, hurted.

A moment of silence passes before the two siblings charge at each other once more, both of their swords clash against the other, while both Jaune and Cinder stare the other down. The spot where both Yamato and Rebellion met begins turning a bright orange, the generated sparks and heat being caused by the force behind both blades, as the two continue staring down the other. The whining of two metals being tested is heard, Jaune seemed to be exerting everything he had, while Cinder showed no apparent signs of exertion at all. The struggle is finally ended when Cinder strikes Rebellion away from her brother's grasp, the large sword spinning in the air until it strikes against the ground, timed perfectly as Cinder impales Jaune with Yamato.

Cinder smirks as she hears the cries of the blonde fools friends as her blade sinks into his stomach. Today was a good day. Two universes where she totally domanations. She turns to Jaune to see his reaction. To her disappointment the blonde didn't react much. Only had a stoic expression. Jaune knew he was gonna lose but didn't want to give the bitch the satisfaction of his disappointment.

His blood trickles down onto the floor and Yamato itself while Jaune grasps at the blade that was impaling his abdomen.

Cinder looks down at her impaled sibling, her face expressing neither joy or satisfaction in the act, only disappointment, "Foolishness, Jaune, foolishness. Might control everything. And without strength, you can't protect anything. Let alone yourself."

Cinder agreed with her counterpart but didn't really care on how she wasn't enjoying her other self with her impaling the fool.

"She... looks disappointed?" Mercury echoed Cinder's thoughts.

"Maybe they do love others? In some kinda weird way?" Ruby said, scratching her head in confusion.

Cinder forcibly removes Jaune from Yamato's blade then takes his amulet from him and leaves a slash on Jaune's sleeve. She looks at the amulet in her hand for a moment, fixes her hair back to its original shape, and starts to walk away but not before taking hold of Rebellion. When Jaune tries to get up, Cinder turns around and quickly impales him with his own sword.

A pan up shot shows Jaune as his blood begins pooling under him, Rebellion pinning his body to the floor.

"Do you finally have it?" Cinder turns around and there she sees Raven standing behind her, seeming to have just arrived.

"Yes. Now the spell Ozma cast will be broken," Cinder says to the scarred woman.

"Spell?" Velvet asked

"Ozpin in this universe sealed the demon world from the human alongside all of his power.

"And Cinder and Raven want to open the gate to the demon realm to get his power?" Yatshu finally speaks up.

Jaune lays on the platform unconscious, seeming like he is dead… until the skull on Rebellion changes form and the sword is launched into the air, the water rises behind Jaune as he charges ahead and tries to attack Cinder.

She quickly blocks Jaune's fist with Yamato, resulting in his hand being covered in blood as the blade sliced through it. Unlike before, Jaune's face shows no evidence of being in pain due to the injury, instead his face shows significant rage towards Cinder.

"I see, the devil inside you has awakened as well," Cinder said to him. This time showing a peaked interest.

"Holy shit Blondie doesn't that hurt?!" Fiona cried out wincing in pain just watching Jaune's hands sink into the blade.

Jaune forces his impaled arm through Yamato, his tissue healing at such an astonishing rate as once his hand is removed it shows no sign of damage or deformity. He grabs the blade once more, then uses his newfound strength to fling Cinder over his shoulder.

"Interesting. It seems like the boy's regen has increased incredibly."Salem mused on learning forward. "They seem more like my children than your Opsin." She smiles at him mocking but it dropped when Nora spoke.

"Probably because you are their mom."Nora replied nonchalantly while still looking at the movie.

Salem took pauses at this and took a closer look at Jaune in the movie and the one in the theater. She got a weird feeling from him, but she decided to push it to the back of her head and just decided the pink one was talking nonsense.

Cinder lands on her feet soon after, preparing to fight him once more before she is stopped by Raven's voice from behind her, "Wait. We should leave. For the moment we have all that we need."

A white aura surrounds Jaune as he walks towards them, his eyes dulled and his steps heavy as he slowly begins triggering the demon inside of him. It was at this time that Cinder and Raven walked away, jumping off the edge of Temen-ni-gru, letting him transform into his Devil Form for the very first time. After releasing an inhuman roar, Jaune falls to the ground unconscious, returning to his human form.

"Holy shit what was that?!" Ruby looked at Jaune in shock.

"Is that what Cinder meant when she said Jaune unlocked the devil inside of him? Because that is a badass looking devil man!" Mercury shouted, getting hyped up.

—

After some time has passed, Jaune awakens once more and gets up off of the ground. The rain having stopped results in many of the clouds to clear up, one of them showing a figure of an '8.' He rips the broken portion of the sleeve from his jacket, then picks up Rebellion. Jaune finds them gone, feeling defeated he slams his fist at the nearest pillar, which results in the top portion of the structure to explode. Jaune looks at what he's done and he discovers he has awakened newfound power, it surprisingly felt...good.

"Oh know that look." Yang had a knowing smile.

Next thing Jaune knows, he jumps off the top of Temen-ni-gru, beginning his pursuit to get his amulet back from his sister and that scarred woman. During his plummet he decides to test his new capabilities on incoming demons. The incoming Blood-goyles will do nicely.

He slays large quantities of the Blood-goes with extraordinary ease, all of his speed, strength, and agility had increased so much that he was like a blur to the normal eye. He throws Rebellion at a number of Blood-golyes, quickly impaling and to finish the job he fires Ebony at the swords pommel, increasing the speed of his sword so much that it reaches terminal velocity. Jaune chases after Rebellion until his outstretched arm is able to reach the same speed as his falling sword. Once he's able to grasp it, Jaune launches himself off of Temin-ni-grun at a horizontal angle.

"... I hate the fact that I've said that's badass to this guy more there once. Mercury muttered.

This new power felt amazing to him, he felt invincible. Powerful. Unstoppable��

That's when the giant Leviathan in the sky showed up and swallowed him whole.

Salem eyes widen at the sight of the giant whale. "Richard?!" she took a closer look and realized that it was not Richard and settled down/

—

The scene changes to a separate corridor of the tower, where both Cinder and Raven appear before an enormous locked door.

Raven is seen looking into her book, very focused on its contents, starts sharing her knowledge with Cinder, "People once cried out in fear of this tower. Temen-ni-gru, a foundation that brought out fear. Fear. Yes, fear. Can't you feel it? The rage and agonies of people. Those who are confined here... with their desires of evil being unfulfilled... It was all because Ozma slammed the door to the Demon World in their faces…"

Raven looks towards the gate as it begins to unlock its many safeguards. Once they undone, the doors opened, allowing the two to continue forward.

Raven before continuing on turns around to see if someone she knows followed them.

"What's wrong?" Cinder asked the distracted Raven.

"...Nothing," Raven replies, obviously lying to her about her true concerns.

"I hope Ruby comes and ends up shooting you in the head, you witch. Yang said seething with rage.

"Same here." Qrow growled in agreement.

Without another word being said, the two women begin making their way deeper into the tower of Temen-ni-gru.

—

As soon as Jaune finished destroying Leviathan's heart, the titanic beast let out a final bloodcurdling scream as it fell to the ground.

Ruby is seen somewhere outside of the tower continuing her search until she sees an enormous whale plummet to the ground. The force of the beast as it crashed down shook the very earth where she stood, its shock felt all across the tower and even by those in the lower levels. Even Cinder and Raven took note of the aftershock of the Leviathan, even if they dismissed it completely after a few seconds.

"Holy shit he just killed that Whale by himself." Coco looked on in wonder.

"Okay guys I'm blind. What the hell happened?" Fox asked, getting a bit annoyed.

"Oh sorry Fox! Uh Jaune killed a giant whale and is now covered in blood."

"Oh. That's really cool." Fox said simply.

The young crimsonette finds where the corpse of the demon landed and witnesses as its blood colored eye is being slashed as Jaune, having finally got out of the oversized whale that swallowed him. Although he did end up being covered head to toe in its blood, so it was a Pyrrhic victory.

"So, this is the next stage?" Jaune thought out loud, thinking he was by himself.

"Wait!" A voice called out behind him.

Jaune turns around to see that it was the same girl from before, and having recalled their last meeting, he had a sour feeling towards her, "If you're asking for a date, forget it. Because I made it a point not to go out with women who shoot me in the head." Emphasizing his point by pointing to a specific spot on his forehead, where he knows she shot him.

"That's a deal breaker most. You're a meanie for doing that Ruby." Nora teased the redhead. She sinks into her seat with a pout.

Ruby scoffed, "Date a demon? I'm not that desperate. Besides, I really don't care for guys who stink like blood."

Jaune quickly sniffs at his clothes, then double takes at how bad the Leviathan's blood reeked, "You're right."

That got a laugh out of most of the viewers. But Ruby shook her head a bit. She just didn't get it. A few years ago, She and Jaune were dating, but now they hate each other. It was weird and it made her feel odd. But she keeps watching.

The mood suddenly changed when both Jaune and Ruby pulled out their guns, however, they weren't aiming at each other. Soon enough, a swarm of Demons ambushed them, causing both of them to form an unofficial alliance to fight off all the various demons.

During the shootout between them and the Pride Hells the two moved back to back for a defensive advantage. Seeing as they had time to kill, Jaune thought he should get to know this mystery girl he had allied himself with, "So tell me, what's your name?"

"I don't have a name," the crimsonette quickly replied, not wanting to get buddy-buddy with a demon.

"Uh… But that Raven chick said she named you Ruby earlier." Coco pointed out.

Not dissuaded in the slightest, Jaune continues to ask questions, "Oh, then what should I call you?"

"I don't care. Whatever you want," Ruby plainly replies, she would rather be focused on killing these Hell Prides than getting distracted by chit-chat.

Jaune laughs as he jumps over a group of incoming demons, then turns back to call out to the crimsonette, "Whatever Lady. I'll leave this to you. Because I don't want to miss the party."

"Lady? That's the best you could come up with?" Yang looked unimpressive.

"More concerned that he just ditched Ruby." Blake said, crossing her arms.

"She did shoot him in the head. Might not want to deal with her," Weiss reminded her team to which Blake nods her head in agreement.

Ruby scoffed, "Who counted on you anyway?"

With the red coat demon gone, she continues fighting against the Hells. The screen shows one of her bullet shells that fell to the ground, the ammunition being a '9. millimeter'

—

Jaune enters a gothic structured room, with a stage and all. He was left wondering where the gatekeeper of this room was until a cauldron of bats emerged in the room. They all form into one shape, which happens to look like an extremely attractive redhead with deathly pale skin and crimson eyes, who'd hair acted as a covering for her bare upper body.

Jaune has to admit, as far as demons went for deceiving their prey, this was new. He liked new things.

Nevan looks upon this new guest with great interest and hunger, "Hmm, welcome sir. Is this your first time here?"

"Yeah it is. You'll be nice to me won't you?" Jaune asked her, playing along with her game.

Ruby's eyes dimmed as she turned to Jaune and muttered out "Filth." Which left the Blonde confused.

"What do I do?" He asked but Ruby didn't answer him. What should I do?!" He asked her again but still received no answer.

Nevan laughs sweetly at her guests request, one that was intended to lower his guard, "Of course I will. I'll treat you so nicely, you'll never want to leave."

"Now that's what I'm talking about," Jaune says before drawing Rebellion, making his point clear to his hostess that he wasn't here for that kind of fun.

Nevan, now knowing her guest was not a typical desire driven human, concedes to play with him for a little while. She walks towards her stage until she looks back at her blonde guest, "Then come on, Sugar."

—

Nevan falls back in defeat, or would have had Jaune not catch her in his left arm, "My, you're sweet."

Thinking she has him fooled, Nevan tries lunging at Jaune's throat before feeling her abdomen being penetrated by a bullet from Ivory.

Jaune laughs, "You'd think so, wouldn't you?"

"Good job Jaune." Ruby cheered with a wide smile which left him even more confused as she was just mad at him a few seconds ago.

Nevan also laughed, already knowing she was beaten, having already decided that it would be much easier on herself if she would surrender to him, "Alright. I'll help you. Your father was a handsome devil, but you're no slouch yourself."

"Salem blinked at the she-devil's comment on her ex's looks. And frankly she didn't appreciate it. She wanted to make sure Ozpin never knew happiness with another woman and thankfully her… possibable son killed her.

After giving up her physical form, Nevan transformed into the Devil Arm "Nevan"... an demonic electric guitar.

While performing an amazing death metal solo, Jaune showcases "Nevan's" unique ability as both a demonic guitar and an electrified scythe. The end of his act ending in a shower of fireworks and sparks.

Ruby let out a shriek at Jaune's new weapon. "It's not fair! I want an electric scythe guitar she whines."

"He plays better on the guitar than he did at beacon though." Weiss said with a teasing smirk at Jaune, who stuck his tongue out at her.

—

Meanwhile, Ruby continues to fight against the Hell Prides, utilizing her full arsenal on them while she simultaneously reloads all her weapons throughout the fight. From her pistol to her Crescent Rose.

When all the Hell Prides had been slain, a falling pistol from the sky is caught by the crimsonette, who smiled at its return.

"Welcome back!" Ruby said.

After packing all of her things, she makes her way towards the next entrance, continuing towards her end goal.

—

Raven and Cinder make their way to the final door to their destination, their end goal within their grasp.

Raven expresses excitement to Cinder, having finally been so close to their goal, "Soon we will reach the lair of judgement. Temen-ni-gru will finally regain its full function and lead us into the Demon World. The world where Ozma's power has been sealed. And the one who will lift the incantation is you, his own daughter. It must be fate."

Before they enter the chamber, Raven looks to check back the way they came, Cinder stops walking concerned of the woman's actions.

"Does that woman really bother you?" Cinder asked Raven.

Raven looked at the brunette quizzically, "What are you talking about?"

Looking back at the older woman, Cinder made her thoughts clear, "Why didn't you kill her? Perhaps, because she is your niece? Did some pesky auntie love get in your way?"

"... Why didn't she kill Ruby?" Yang realized Cinder brought up a good point. Raven was fine killing herself but didn't kill Ruby when she got the chance. It was odd.

Raven immediately became defensive in her body language and tone, "That is none of your-"

Raven is cut off when Cinder impales her in the abdomen, causing her to drop her book. Her blood trickles down onto the surface of the book, the drops that landed vaguely reminiscent of the number '10.'

While looking at the wounded Raven, Cinder decided it was time that she shared some of her own background knowledge, relating to Raven specifically, "To further your study of the black arts, you sacrificed your loving daughter, to become a devil as well. Knowing this I thought you'd be more useful to me, but I was wrong. No wonder your attainment of power is incomplete."

"... I'm not surprised my sister did this all in the search of power" Qrow muttered.

Cinder was incredibly giddy on getting her revenge on Raven, Even though it was technically her, it was close enough and she bathed in the scene with great glee.

Raven coughed up some of her blood, trickling from her mouth, before she exchanged an enraged glare towards Cinder, "What about you? You're an incomplete being as well. Both demon and human blood mingle in your veins. You dare judge me, even after you abandoned your own infant child-"

Cinder forcibly removes Yamato from Raven abdomen, her face showing genuine anger, "Shut up. Now that the final door is open, I have no use for you."

Without another word or glance, Cinder left Raven to lie at the entrance of the door as the old woman bleeds out. She has already come this far in her quest for power, she will not allow another minute pass while she is kept away from her birthright.

Everyone in the theater went dead silent at the bombshell Raven had just dropped. No one said a word and they all slowly turned toward Cinder with widen eyes with the expectation of Salem who had a mixture of anger and disappointment on her face. Cinder only look at the floor shaking as the words finally sinked in for herself.

"I… have a child?" She whispered to her in disbelief.

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mediocre-writerr · 3 years

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almost is never enough [toni shalifoe]

toni shalifoe x reader

requested: I had to reread Almost as soon as I finishes, perhaps an even angstier and fluffier part 2? (maybe something like the girls getting to watch the pain and stress y/n is being put through on her own through a live cam)

*not my gif*

Unbreakable. Not being able to cave under pressure, staying calm cool and collected. That’s what you like to think you are, especially on the outside. Sitting at this interrogation table yet again, but with no comfort that your friends are around. But at least there was the comfort knowing that they’re safe.

You may have been unbreakable on the outside. But the stress and the psychological torture they were playing on you was killing you slowly. But you have to stay strong for the girls. Who have got to be telling our story by now.

“So Shelby Goodkind, your best friend?” the middle aged lady, you learned as Gretchen says. You just nod, not wanting to say anything else, “How did you two meet?”

“School.”

“And how did you two get here?”

You shrugged, “Her parents came up with the idea. I wanted to go with. But I guess you already knew that.”

“And you decided to go with her why?” she asked.

Shrugging, yet again, “She had a rough year. You can’t really blame me for wanting to go with her, especially after what she went through.”

“And what did she go through?” she said, folding her hands.

You mocked her motions, “I’m not telling you anything.”

Little did you know, Agent Young set up a live stream so the girls knew you were okay. And their eyes haven’t left it since it started playing.

“That was the whole deal. I have agents watching their every move. You don’t tell me anything and there back to where they’re started.” she threatened and your face fell.

“You can’t do that! They deserved an out!” you screamed at her, the stress causing your whole demeanor to change.

She sat back with a smirk on her face, “And you didn’t?”

“No I didn’t! Those girls are my life! My family!” you yelled, “They deserved way more than what went on in that island! Nora, your little spy, dead! Jeanette, dead! Martha, dead! Rachel, lost her hand! All of us here have to go through months and possibly a whole life time of trauma for this sick experiment!!”

“We need to get her back.” Shelby mumbled to the other girls, “She’s cracking. She’s not gonna take much longer.”

“We’re almost there girls, don’t worry.” FBI agent, Aaron Hotchner said, from the front of the van.

The girls went straight to the authorities. They didn’t want to waste any time to relax when your life was at risk in that quarantine area. The livestream still playing as they watched your every move.

“It’s not a sick experiment. It grew all of you didn’t it?” she asked, “Shelby became who she really wanted to be. Toni wasn’t so angry at the world and let love in. Rachel no longer striving for perfection where it isn’t needed. Dot has learned that she doesn’t have to grow up so fast. Fatin and Leag realized their own true potential. And you grew to be such an amazing woman.”

“That doesn’t face the facts that all of us almost died! That we lost 3 girls out there! And not once did you think about stopping it! Not after Jeanette or Nora or Martha!” you screamed, “We did not go through what we went through in that island just for you to find shit on us to prevent us from suing you and throwing your ass in jail.”

“Y/N, we know.” Gretchen said.

“Know what?!”

“Everything that happened back home. We have leverage on most of you girls, that we can blackmail you about.” she explained, “One false move and all of it is history. So tell us what you know.”

You spring up from off your seat about to punch her right in the face when she made a tsk tsk tsk noise. Shaking her head and standing up, “You see one punch and boom the entire court case you will pull will be compromised.” two agents that you’ve never seen before grabbed both of your arms, “But it won’t compromise mine.”

She put on a brass knuckle that an agent handed her and hit you square in the face. You could feel the metal slash right through your flesh.

“No!” the girls yelled in the van, all of them beginning to freak out.

“Agent Hotchner, you need to drive faster.” Leah yelled at him.

“I’m going as fast as I can.” he turned on the signals and sirens, passing through everything he can.

The other blonde FBI agent Jareau looked back at all of our worried faces and that the screen, “Sir, the suspect is attacking.”

And that’s when he really pushed on the gas.

“Fuck you.” you spat, blood dripping from your face and mouth.

“You keep talking to me like that, let’s see what happens. There’s no one here to save you anymore. So tell me what you know...”

You looked up at her with a blood-stained teeth smile, “Never.”

And just when she was about to hit you the door flung open. You were dropped immediately as a team of FBI agents came walking in with their guns drawn.

“Gretchen Klein, you are under arrest. Put your hands in the air. Weapon off.” Agent Hotchner announced. She bedrungily took off the brass knuckle and got down on her knees with her hands up.

“Hey, hey. You can’t go in there!” one of the agents yelled, but the girls didn’t listen. Shelby and Toni rushed towards you faster than anyone else.

Toni held you in her arms, while Shelby examined your injuries. You smiled at them, “Hey...hey guys.”

They both let out a breath of relief, “Hey Y/N.”

“My face hurts.” you whispered. Toni placed a small kiss to your forehead.

“I know, but you’re still beautiful.” she whispered.

“We got you Y/N. Let’s go home.” Shelby whispered as you passed out in there arms.

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neonponders · 3 years

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Head canon time:

Okay okay okay okayokayokay so this post has super cute art, but the reblog comment on it aligned with something that’s been percolating in my brain for a ~while~ now:

Eleven as Steve’s sister.

Obviously neither Steve nor Eleven have any idea. From the time El escapes the lab, they don’t interact much. Even if they’re in the same room, they kind of bounce around each other, because...why else would they? Steve’s at least five years older and she’s still building her social skills/confidence, especially around men.

But then Steve gets his hair cut short, and the back likes to curl very similarly to how El’s did when hers was short. Their hair needs its own weight to pull it straight.

And it’s dark brown. Followed by clear brown eyes.

It’s not enough for anyone to connect the dots, of course, but then El’s “mother” dies. Her mind had been a flickering light for a long time, eventually her heart began to match. But when a heart stops, it stops.

Her sister calls Hopper, in case El wants to know, and they show up, at the very least, to attend the funeral and to help the sister go through dusty boxes. Maybe there’s a picture of El’s mother that she wants...

Instead they find surrogacy papers.

Old bank statements.

Apparently at the time of her involvement with government conspiracy, she had been very down on her luck. She made the mistake of doubling up on volunteering to be a surrogate mother, as well as whatever the hell the Hawkins Library did to her.

But the names on the papers are John and Eliza Harrington.

“Like...Steve?” El asks when he finally has gaped at the papers for too long.

Hopper inhales because he isn’t sure when he did that last and scratches his face. “Yeah...like Steve.”

He has mixed emotions: the empathetic devastation at losing a kid, but also the relief that this involves someone already in the know.

They go over to Steve’s house.

The guy answers the door with a slice of pizza in his hand, still chewing. “Hi, Hop. Ellie.”

She offers a small smile. “Steve.”

“Are your parents home, kid?”

He shook his head and swallowed. “Just left this morning. They have a time-share condo in Mexico.”

“You didn’t go with them?”

Steve scoffs while turning around back into the house. “My idea of a good time isn’t with my parents. What d’you need?”

“Well,” Hopper sighs, feeling too big in the foyer. Eleven stabs his hip with a finger and he begins the tedious process of unlacing his boots. “I need to go through your parents’ papers. You got an attic, a cellar, an office?”

Steve, bless him, looks genuinely clueless. “Uh. Yeah...are we in trouble for something?”

“Not in trouble, no. I just wanna cross reference something.”

Bless him twice, because he actually lets Hopper into his attic. His father’s office. Then his mother’s.

He finds it in his mother’s bedroom. It was just a shot in the dark to try the safe in the closet, but so many people actually keep their safes unlocked for easy access.

Hospital documents. Even ultrasound photos.

“Jane Elizabeth...Harrington?” Steve chirps over his shoulder.

He looks up at the chief, who’s rubbing his beard again. Their heads turn to Eleven sitting on Mrs. Harrington’s bed. “My name’s Jane.”

Those big brown eyes blink between her and Hopper. “How do you know that? I thought you came from a lab?”

Hopper intercepted, “She used her,” he gestured vaguely to his own head, “to find her mother. Or...the surrogate your parents paid for.”

“And where’s she?”

“Dead,” said Eleven.

Hopper reiterated, “She passed about two weeks ago. We found your parents’ names in her paperwork.”

“But - what happened? How does a baby just go missing? Better question: why don’t I have super powers?”

Hopper had already read the hospital’s apology and refund of the Harrington’s funds, insurance, the works. “I think that asshole...Brenner...claimed the baby for his work, early enough that it could be written off as a miscarriage. Whatever they did to El’s mother, whatever went on in that lab, landed her with her abilities. It’s nothing to covet, all right.”

Steve looked winded. He crossed his arms and let himself collapse against the wall. “So...what do we do?”

“Uh...” Hopper fanned his face with the ultrasound pictures. “There isn’t a lot we can do. Telling your parents would open up a lot of closed doors that we can’t really afford to open. Dr. Owens, being the swell guy he is, provided me paperwork that grants El as my kid.

“But.

“You already know each other. You already contributed to saving the world together. So...I think that’s up to the two of you.”

Both of them, for all they’d been through, just looked like kids. They were kids, even if Steve now stood in his twenties. And he stood off the wall, now, to approach his sister.

“Can I, uhm...can I hug you?”

El slid off the high bed, easily falling against his body for arms to wrap tightly around her. They stayed like that for a long moment, then Hopper joined them to rub between their shoulder blades.

“Oh god. You’re dating Mike Wheeler.” El hummed a curious sound and he elaborated, “Am I gonna have to pound on him if he pisses you off?”

“I wish you would,” Hopper confirmed.

Fast forward to Mike being extremely confused at his girlfriend suddenly spending a lot of time with Steve Harrington, of all people.

“Maybe she’s gotten a taste for older men?” Lucas teased, and got punched in the shoulder for it.

Max’s eyes rolled but she didn’t grace that with an answer.

Mike fumed, “She was supposed to be with me today! Then she called and said she had other plans - ”

Max chimed, “Are you sure you had plans? Or that you had a plan but she beat you to it?”

“It doesn’t matter! I see her walking around with Steve Harrington all the time and it’s weird!”

Will said for nobody in particular, “We’re not the ones to judge weird anymore.”

Lucas countered, “Or we’re the experts on weird. Speaking of, where the hell is Dustin?”

“With Steve,” Max grinned right at Mike, and stood up. “Speaking of, my ride’s probably here.”

“Where are you going?” Lucas asked.

“Over to Steve’s.”

The boys looked at each other and ran for their shoes. Sure enough, they left the Wheelers’ basement, circled around the house, and found the blue Camaro waiting in the cul-de-sac.

“Woah woah woah, what the hell is this?” Billy said hoarsely. He peered over his sunglasses at the teenagers filing into his backseat.

Max shoved a bottle of water towards him. “You’re not drinking enough, again.”

“Don’t bitch at me. Tell your friends to scram.”

“Are you really going over to Steve’s?” Will began.

“What do you know about Steve hanging out with my girlfriend?” Mike joined.

“Steve’s got a pool, right?” Lucas directed at Max.

Billy revved his engine with a sharp right turn, throwing all of them to one side of the car. Max held her head from where it had hit the window. “Cool it, you shouldn’t even be driving in the first place.”

“My blood did not turn black for this bullshit.”

The kids in the back stared out of the windows like Loch Nora was a safari tour. At the sound of the Camaro’s engine, Steve trotted down the slope of the lawn in swimming trunks with a towel around his shoulders, waving them through the gate.

Will and Lucas sprinted after him. Mike followed at a skeptical pace while Max lingered for Billy’s sake. No one noticed that Billy wore pink and turquoise swimming trunks that fit more to Steve’s taste.

Mike sure as hell noticed the red and purple, woven friendship bracelets that El and Steve wore, though. The pale, skinny nerd just stared, dumbfounded between Hopper floating contently over the pool, El laughing in a one-piece covered in hibiscus flowers, and Steve sitting at the foot of Billy’s lounge chair.

Then Robin strolled through the gate with a stack of pizza and chicken wing boxes. “All right, we ready? What are you doing, dweeb? It’s a 101 degrees out. Get wet.”

And shoved Mike Wheeler right into the pool.

#steve harrington #eleven #ficlet #neonponders #post s3 #harringrove #for the non-americans:#40º C is 100º F #hot as f!ck #also I just wanted something where steve wasn't scared shitless of his pool #robin buckley

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minor-solemnity · 3 years

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What's your favorite character from the golden trio era?

Oooh idk possibly this is an unpopular opinion - at least it was when I was like, properly in the fandom rather than where I am now which is firmly on the sidelines with my hands over my ears and ignoring everything that I don't like - but Cho Chang. This is probably in part because she got so much undeserved hatred (thank u fandom and author racism) and I am predisposed to like characters that people don't like.

I find her character so heartbreakingly real in a way that I think is entirely accidental on JKR's part. I don't think JK can write women. (Plz don't hate me for that, but like, it's true.) Everything interesting about the characters we are meant to like gets sanded down and ignored in the later books - Hermione's whole thing is like, book smart but not emotionally intelligent, she wants to be right and have people know she's right more than she cares about their feelings. She thinks rules are important until they apply to her. She is ruthless and vindictive and petty. These are interesting character traits that just get completely dropped in the later books. By the time book 6 ends and book 7 starts Hermione is 'wife' and 'mother' and it's kinda sad.

I digress.

Cho's boyfriend is murdered. Cho is understandably upset and heartbroken and sad af. She tries to find comfort in Harry because Harry was there, Harry must understand. Harry can help her process. Their ways of dealing with trauma are completely opposite to each other. Cho seeks emotional vulnerability and closeness from the boy who, of all people, will understand. Harry's way of processing trauma is to ignore it. It happened, it sucks, I will never speak of it again (until all my unprocessed emotions come spilling out and I end up lashing out and getting angry). Those two ways of dealing with trauma are not going to work well together. Harry is honestly a dick towards her - she's his fantasy. She's not a real person to him. When that fantasy comes crashing down he behaves pretty awfully towards her. And if you're reading critically, you come away thinking yeah, Cho's a whiny crybaby who doesn't get Harry at all. What a bitch. When in reality, it's more like - Cho is seriously fucked up and is trying to come to terms with her grief and seek comfort in someone who she thought would get it.

Imagine being like, 16 and being isolated and sad and so fundamentally misunderstood. Imagine being 18 and your friends are dead and the boy you liked is still dead and the other boy you thought you might like is a hero and the only thing you're really known for is the mess that is your grief. Imagine that the popular consensus is that your grief is something to be ridiculed.

I tend to pick and chose which parts of the extended canon I believe in, but I believe in Cho moving to America and getting hitched to an American muggle dude. (Moving to America is probably my own headcanon actually). What would motivate her to move across the world? Grief? Wonderlust? Anger? I imagine it's all three. Idk if this is a relatable feeling to a lot of people, but I get it. I have a constant itch under my skin that tells me to move on whenever a place starts to feel too much like home. To leave. To escape. Nowhere feels like home because home is a collection of broken things. It's a hall of funhouse mirrors - the wires in your brain get mixed up. Comfort and safety become synonymous with 'i will fuck this up' and 'i don't deserve this' and 'everyone will leave'.

I want so many things for Cho. I want her name to make sense. I want her to be seen as something other than 'pretty' and 'sad'. I want her in Boston slamming Sam Adams by Sam Adams grave because she finds it funny. I want her in Boston, learning to drive a car (stick-shift because the driving instructor had made a comment about how automatics are easier to learn and she is tired of people seeing her as something weak and unable). I want her road-raging and I want her to drive across the country because why the fuck not. I want her in New York and the city is so frantic and no one looks at her and she feels so small and the lights are so bright and she thinks maybe she could disappear here and no one would ever know. I want her to find a group of women rollerskating and maybe they invite her to their roller derby group. It isn't flying, but it's fast and aggressive and she's never allowed herself to be aggressive like this before. She's not allowed herself to be angry like this before. No one else has allowed her to be angry like this before.

I want her to go to California and to go to Angel Island and I want her to understand that there have been people like her before. That she is not alone in this feeling. I want her to meet a dude who's studying for an MBA - he doesn't know who she is. Doesn't know what she is. She's just this cute girl who drinks Sam Adams even tho that's a Boston thing and they're in San Diego. He's probably a frat boy. I want him to be a frat boy who takes his degree too seriously and wakes up at like 5 because he's also a gym rat. He takes her to his boxing class. She probably cries during and hey that's okay - she has a lot of shit to work through, he can tell. He doesn't ask about it. Just says her accent is cute. Maybe she starts taking night classes, maybe she doesn't. She's weirdly technologically illiterate - she sends him postcards even though they live in the same city. She says its because her school didn't let them have phones. She's never seen a Tarintino film and that's just like... not cool. They watch True Romance on his shitty box TV in his room in his frat house and she laughs (she laughs like the violence is cathartic) when Alabama completely destroys Virgil. He looks at her and she shrugs and says 'I get it.'

She says that's she's leaving soon - doesn't know where. Probably isn't coming back and again that's... not cool. She's weird about some stuff. Won't talk about home - won't say where she's from. He should be fine with it because like, it's not as if this is anything serious and his life is pretty clearly planned out. Get an MBA, work in some start-up tech company - the internet is a thing now and god, there's money to be made. He thinks maybe that she should like, stay but she also seems like the kind of person who doesn't know how to stop running. And look, he's doing an MBA. He rushed his frat. He goes to boxing every morning without fail. He's determined. He's not good at letting the things he wants go. But he lets her go because she doesn't want to stay. One night afterwards, his frat bro says, philosophical because they're crossfaded, that maybe she can't stay. Maybe she won't let herself stay. And that... That sounds about right.

So he waits. He waits and he gets postcards with no return address - in Seattle, she tries ice hockey. In Miami, she tries surfing. He almost gets on a plane to Cincinnati because she got into a fight with some dude who made his girlfriend cry in public. Apparently, she knocked him out with a punch just the way he showed her to. It feels weirdly romantic.

I want her to write a postcard to him when she's sitting in a bar in Las Vegas and I want her to include a return address. I want him on the first flight out, because fuck his classes? She included a return address. He asks her if she's ever going to go home and she looks at him and says, 'What? To San Diego?'

#cho chang #meta #oh god i wrote meta #this isn't even meta tbh - this is basically a fic #this very much got away from me #can u tell i have feelings about women being angry?#grief and anger taste the same #harry potter #asks #anon #she speaks

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g-on-ef · 3 years

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Hey if you’re still doing that 50 cliches and prompts, perhaps we can get a crumb of #23 for Blitzo x Striker? 👉👈

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A\N: Nonnie you ask for crumbs and I'll give you the whole bread ^^ also if you guys want send me some Striker x Blitz prompts of your own or one from this list ^^

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#23: “Just tell why you did it!” “Because I’m in love with you, okay!”

Striker was fighting to remain conscious, the past thirty minutes have not been kind to him...especially with the bitch Stella trying to get back at him for shooting her.

Earlier today Striker got a call from Stella to come to her as she had a new plan that she wanted Striker to carry out, a plan that could finally break Stolas.

When he came to her palace Stella told him her plan.

“Why kill the cheater when you can break his spirit,”

“Don’t you already do that every time he’s reminded that he’s marry to you?”

Stella glared at the imp, the one thing she hated about him is his mouth and his constant snide remarks.

“I will ignore what you just said, now onto the plan, the best way to get back at Stolas is to kill the most important person to him in all of Hell,”

“Octavia?”

“Touch her and I will kill you myself,”

“Well you did said you don’t care who I have to go through to kill him so technically-”

Her hand slammed on the desk she was sitting behind.

“Touch my daughter and I will put you through such agony that’ll make Lucifer himself coward in fear,”

Striker bit his tongue, he knew when he had pushed his luck and he could see he was pushing the last of Stella’s buttons.

“No the one I want you to kill is the piece of shit that ruined everything, the thing that Stolas continues to see, I want you to kill Blitzo,”

The minute that name slipped out of her mouth Striker did not hesitate to take his blessed tip revolver and shoot her with it.

Her guard was down so she didn’t have the time to move until it was to late, the gun hit her right in the torso going right through her, paralyzing her.

“Ahh!” she shouted, Striker was getting ready to shot her again when the door open and someone grabbed him or try to.

Striker was able to handle the bodyguards that came in, being a wrath imp mixed with Lilith’s bloodline gave him enough strength to beat the shit outta the guards...but not enough to defend himself from Stella who had her own gun and shot him, her aim wasn’t good so all she was able to do was shoot his shoulder.

Striker screamed as he felt the pain, before he could do anything, one Stella’s guards pulled out an angel weapon and stabbed him with it.

The pain was the unbearable, falling to his knees his attacker began to stab his back making the assassin scream.

“Stop!”

The attacker turned to his queen.

“Taking him to the dungeon, I will deal with him there,”

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Striker held Blitz closer to his body, he’s never been this gentle with someone before. Never took his time with someone and enjoyed their body.

Never appreciated every sound his partner made or the expressions they made whenever he was pleasuring them.

Normally he would fuck them as fast as he could and leave, with Blitz he couldn’t do that.

The past three nights have been amazing, ordinarily Striker didn’t do this he didn’t try to get to know people, hell he tried to keep them as far away from him as possible, especially if he was gonna go through with his plans he couldn’t afford to have any weaknesses, nothing the overlords or royals can use against him.

And yet here he was, pleasuring Blitz, slowly moving in and out of him.

The feeling of his walls around his cock made Striker groan in pleasure, he took in every moan, whimper, whatever sound came out of Blitz he listen to it and tried to engraved it into his memory, knowing this will be the last time they ever get to be like this.

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He opened his eyes and watched as Stella glared at him, her servants pushed her around in her wheelchair as she stared at him with such hatred that Striker was surprised that the bitch didn’t have the ability to turn him to stone or kill him with her glare.

“Why the fuck are you protecting him?! He chose my good for nothing piece of shit of a husband and you still protect him?! He doesn’t care about you!”

Striker stared at her, he knew what she was trying to do, his sperm donor always told him people would say anything to hurt you so if they aim low than you aim lower.

“It pisses you off doesn’t,”

Stella glared at him before Striker continued,

“That one lowly imp managed to capture not one but two powerful beings attention, your husband and me, Lilith’s bastard. One tiny lowly imp has two of your puppets wrapped around his finger. Someone who’s supposed to be superior than imps, and yet every dick that you want to be fucked by is either getting fucked or fucking the imp that you hate,”

Stella’s cool facade fell as she lifted her fist and punched his stomach, the punch shouldn’t have hurt but because Stella’s rings were made of angel weapons it definitely was going to leave a mark.

“Kill him, make sure he doesn’t make it out of this alive!”

Striker closed his eyes ready to accept death and Her embrace, the last memory he had was the last night he and Blitz made love to one another, the night were Blitz and he curled around each other silently promising each other a piece of their heart to one another.

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When he opened his eyes he was met with a bright light he blinked trying to clear the bluriness of his vision.

“Am I dead?”

“No but you’re gonna wish you were when I am done with you,”

Striker turned his head to the voice that sound awfully like Blitz’s.

Oh, it is Blitz and he was angry.

“Uhh...hi?”

“Hi! HI?! You’re ass has been lying in this bed for the past 22 hours we almost lost you and all you have to say is HI? YOU FUCKING DICK!”

Striker lifted himself up and watched as Blitz continued to glare at him.

“Do you have any fucking idea how scared I was! Fuck if it weren’t for the mating bite and Lady Lilith helping us we wouldn’t have saved you!”

Oh...right...he forgot that he gave Blitz a mating bite.

“Blitz-”

“Do you have any idea what was going through my mind when I felt your pain? What I was feeling when I heard your screams?!”

The city imp got up from the chair he was sitting on,

“I almost lost you! I almost lost the first person to show me respect, to remind me what it was like to be loved and all you have to fucking say is hi!”

Striker looked at Blitz who was crying now,

Striker grabbed Blitz and pulled him on his lap as the city imp cried into his chest.

“Lady Lilith told me, told me that bitch tortured you because she wanted me dead! Why didn’t you tell her about me?! Why didn’t you just tell her where I was at so that she could’ve let you go?!”

Hearing that made Striker growled.

“You fucker you really think I would let her hurt you?!” he pulled back and grabbed the imp by his shoulders.

“I’ll die before I’ll let anyone touch you!”

“Don’t fucking say that! You almost die because of me!”

“And I’ll do it again if I have to!”

Blitz was getting mad, he didn’t want Striker to die because of him hell he didn’t want Striker to waste his time with someone like him, he deserved better and yet Striker nearly died because of him, and here he was telling him he would do it again without hesitations.

“FUCK! Why?! Just tell me why the fuck would you do that?! Why would you sacrifice yourself for me?!”

“Because I’m in love with you!”

Striker’s eyes widen as did Blitz’s. Fuck that was not supposed to come out of his mouth, hell he was never supposed to tell Blitz that he loved him, that was a secret he was going to take to his grave and yet...and yet he didn’t regret saying, he didn’t regret telling Blitz the truth, his city imp deserved to hear those words.

“You...you dickwad no you don’t! You don’t love me! You can’t!”

Blitz curled in on himself not sure if he could believe what Striker was saying. He couldn’t be in love with him...right?

Striker wasn’t surprised that Blitz didn’t believed him, from the time they spent together Striker knew that Blitz had low self esteem and when Striker listened to him he thought he was playing with him but was surprised to learn that Striker genuinely cared for what he had to say, that he paid attention and wanted to learn more about him.

He had to tell him he meant it when he wanted to know more about Blitz even when he didn’t believe him.

“I’m in love with you,” he took Blitz’s face in his hands and place a kiss on his forehead, cheeks, the scars on his face.

“I love you Blitz, I’ve been in love with you since I heard about you,”

Blitz looked at him, before wrapped his arms around Striker’s neck and kissed him. the cowboy and the city imp kissed as if it would’ve been their last day in hell.

In a way it almost was, Striker thanked La Santa Muerte , for watching over him and making sure he returned to the one he loved.

Blitz was thankful towards Satan that Striker was alive and that he was here with him, the two pulled back for some much needed air, Blitz rested his head on Striker’s chest wanting to listen to his favorite sound in Hell. Striker’s heart beat.

“Promise me, promise me that you’ll stay by my side forever,”

“I promise you forever Blitz, when time wants to tear us apart I’ll stay by you, I promise you always; never will I wander from you never will I leave you; I promise you eternity, that even when our time comes and we are reincarnated into the next life I will always find you. I promise to love you Blitz my heart, soul, and body is yours forever and always and way pass eternity,”

“Wow...” Blitz pulled back and looked into Striker’s eyes.

“That was some fancy words you just used,”

Striker just smiled as he pulled Blitz closer to his body.

“For you and only you,”

#striker x blitzo #BlitzStrike #answers asked #anonymous #anon #Helluva Boss #helluva blitzo #helluva boss striker #helluva striker #helluva boss blitzo

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hannie-dul-set · 3 years

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US, AGAIN | four.

SUMMARY. they say history repeats itself, but you’d like to disagree. you had to disagree. history changes, even if you had to force it. but when all your attempts to twist fate were met by nothing but the flashing recurrences of the past, what were you supposed to do?

or, wherein you try everything in your power to have nothing to do with na jaemin, but na jaemin wants nothing but you.

PAIRING. na jaemin x female! reader GENRE. college! au, historical! au, soulmate! au, past lives, forbidden love stuff, reincarnation, romance, drama, humor, angst, fluff, looots of flashbacks, this is an entire kdrama, very loosely inspired by the webtoon “see you in my 19th life” WARNINGS. (for this chapter only) swearing, night terrors, hospital mentions, passing out, the works hgdhjasf WORD COUNT. 5.1k

NOTE. I’M SO SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG <///3 but life is life thank god we only have to go through this once unlike our dearest mc HJGASDJSF anyway!! lots of jaemin fluff here!! you’ll want to punch him in the face!! hope u enjoy <3

CHAPTER FOUR: why the sun sets and rises

(Running.

Through the winding branches that cut into the air, the silver lake, the jagged ground, the clouds in the wind at each and every shallow pant, you were running—

A gunshot.

—running until your legs gave away.)

You woke up in a cold sweat.

God.

Looking around, you noticed that it was far too early for you to be awake— the hazy light that barely slipped through the thin curtains, the desolate silence that seemed to have consumed your room whole, and the bedside digital clock down below you that said 6:21AM in big bold letters, indicating that you should be fast asleep especially after staying up at ungodly hours in the morning finishing up an assignment. But even after burying your head in between two of your pillows, you couldn’t even suffocate yourself into unconsciousness.

You groaned and jumped off of the top bunk.

When your feet landed on the floor, you had expected to see Seungah’s ghost of a face lying sideways on the bottom bunk, but all that met you was a small, neon orange sticky note laying soundly on her smoothed out pillow. ‘Had to leave early to the diner! Eat the breakfast I made you or else xoxo’, it said. You sighed.

There was no point mulling over the past when you had an entire future to take care of.

“Oh my gosh.”

Hong Nabi was in shock with what she saw when she arrived at the benches by the garden to work on your group assignment today. It was shocking to the point that she dropped all her binders and papers onto the pavement.

You sighed, sliding out of your seat to help her. She spared you a few, quick glances as the both of you were slouched on the floor, and he couldn’t help but bite her bottom lip in worry. The Y/N that was usually so cool, so put together, and so unbothered looked like she was casket ready. That, or ready to star in a Tim Burton animation.

“Is it Halloween today..?”

“Let’s just get this thing started,” you groaned, finally finished cleaning things up and you were now back onto your seat. Nabi sat right in front of you, organizing her now jumbled up material. She wanted to ask if you were okay— but would that be offensive considering that you were very clearly not? Still, she opened her mouth to speak, but was scared into silence when you suddenly cursed out loud. “Since when did this become a paired project? Where the hell are they?”

Nabi pressed her lips together, looking around. “I’m not sure.”

You still had around two weeks more until the presentation, but that didn’t mean that they could slack off as much as they wanted. In a fit, you grabbed your phone from your sling bag, exasperatedly tapping on the fragile screen that Nabi was almost sure that you were going to break it, but before you managed to burst a vein, an incoming sound of noises and laughter approached your ears.

Boys will be boys, but you weren’t having any of that shit.

“Yah,” the moment Jeno, Renjun, and Donghyuck showed up at your table as if nothing was wrong, you decided to smack the nearest head with a rolled up sheet of stapled paper. “Didn’t we agree to start at nine?”

“Yah,” Donghyuck snatched the weapon from you, his other hand focused on caressing the spot on his head that you’d just every so gently smacked. “Don’t you ‘yah yah’ me, missy. Did you forget that you’re younger than us?”

If only he knew.

“Is that so? You should grow a sense of responsibility, then. It doesn’t take fifty fucking years.”

With that, you let out a huff and swung your laptop open.

The rest of the people occupying the table exchanged concerned glances as they shuffled to find seats of their own. They haven’t known you for long, but this type of temperament from you was arguably out of the ordinary. Even when Donghyuck would strike a chord too dangerously, you wouldn’t snap at him— today, you weren’t your usual self, and they all mutually agreed in silence that they were going to tread carefully if they still wanted their heads attached to their necks.

When the sounds of your fingers clicking against the keyboard stopped, they felt their hearts stopping, as well.

You looked up from the laptop screen, proceeding to look around, closed your eyes, and then breathed out. “Where’s Jaemin?”

At that moment they all flipped their phones open, scrolling, clicking, and typing before they can taste any more of your unraveled temper. You had to admit, you were feeling a little guilty for being such a bitch. A part of it was yes, sleep deprivation, shitty nightmares, and a whole truck load of stress can really take a toll on your sanity, but the other part was voluntary.

Jeno looked up, the first person who managed to pinpoint Jaemin’s whereabouts. “He just texted. He says he’s running— oh, there he is.”

There he was indeed, a couple of feet away from where you all were. Once you confirmed that he wasn’t absent, you turned back to continue working, but the rest of them continued to stare at Jaemin, who was barely hanging onto his dear life, sweating and panting. And as they all watched the poor boy breathlessly running towards the table, they all thought of the same thing with one mind, heart, and soul.

Na Jaemin was a dead man.

He pulled up right in front of you, hunched over breathless with his hands on his knees. He stood up and promptly apologized. “Ahh, so sorry for being late. I had to stop by somewhere and there was traffic. I’m really—”

“I didn’t ask about your personal business,” you hummed, not even looking at him. Everyone, not only Jaemin, flinched at your explicit coldness. “Did you get the files that we need?”

He looked at you. You weren’t looking at him, but you knew he was looking at you.

“...Yeah. Hold on.”

As if the mood wasn’t already shit earlier, it actually turned into absolute horse crap after Jaemin arrived. It wasn’t his fault, really, but circumstance after circumstance didn’t exactly paint the prettiest picture of him. When the clock finally struck eleven in the morning, everyone except you all released a synchronous sigh. “We’re done today, right?” Renjun asked, and you responded with a quick nod, noticeably a lot more mellow than earlier.

Nabi stood up and started fixing her things. “I’ll send everything later to you tonight, Y/N,” she smiled at you.

“Yeah, sure,”’ you hummed, nodding. “Thank you.”

The four boys froze. Why were you being nice to her? Of course, their complaints were verbalized into nothing more than silent whines, groans, and grumbles that easily flew above your ears, Jaemin being a lot more quiet about voicing his complaints than the rest despite taking most of your attacks.

Still, even if you were being particularly thorny to him, he thought it would be a good idea to speak out just as you were about to leave. “Do the both of you have any classes after this? We were planning on getting lunch together,” he said. “Would you like to join? My treat.”

You looked at him. There was a polite smile on your face. Evidently forced.

“No, thanks.”

Donghyuck let out a genuine gasp.

“Did she just—” he stammered, switching his sight back and forth from Jaemin to you. “Did she just turn down a free meal offer?”

“She did,” you sighed, rolling your eyes as he continued to gawk at you. You picked up your heavy bag from the bench seat. “I gotta get going. Have fun, you guys.”

And you let them just like that, with five pairs of eyes trained at the back of your head until they finally lost sight of you.

For someone like you, the bulletin boards at the bus stops were like a gold mine. A gold mine of part-time jobs just waiting to be filled. There were flyers haphazardly plastered onto the board, all in different colors and different fonts. You bit a chunk off of the granola bar that served as your lunch for today, eyes meticulously scanning the available offers, a few flyers already wedged in between your armpit.

“Hair salon assistant— can’t do that. Diner waitress— a hard maybe. Already have a restaurant job pending, my shifts might clash. Library assistant? Alright, I need to check it out further, though. What about a movie— oh!— oh my god, you scared me.”

“What are you doing here, Y/N?”

Sooah suddenly appeared beside you, looking up as she clutched her backpack straps. You let out a sigh of relief upon the realization that it was just her.

“Fancy seeing you here, cadet,” you hummed, folding the neatly folding the few flyers that you had and shoving into your sling bag along with the emptied granola bar wrapper. “Are your classes over?”

“Mhm! I’m waiting for my mom to pick me up.”

“Aren’t you honored to spend time with me as you wait?”

You let out a chuckle, sitting down on the wooden seat, patting down the empty spot beside you, and Sooah happily hopped to sit down right away. Peeling off one of the flyers stuck onto the board, you decided to fold it— once, twice, countless more times until the flat, square piece of paper was now shaped into a lotus flower. Sooah beamed in amazement.

“Y/N,” she started, and you dropped the little paper flower onto her tiny hands. She placed it on her lap before looking up to you, large eyes hinted with curiosity. “The story you told us last time— was it a true story?”

You suddenly felt a chill in the air.

“...Why do you ask?”

“Oh, well,” she mused. “My mommy is a Korean Literature teacher at my school, but she teaches a grade above me. Sometimes, I’d go through her stuff to read some stories that I haven’t read in my class, and the other day—”

Uh oh.

After living for twelve whole lifetimes and currently going through your thirteenth, there was always this feeling that haunted you all throughout, a feeling that you were all too familiar with. It was gnawing, grinding, and chewing up the bottom most part of your gut. A warning sign for something bad to come.

You were definitely feeling that right now.

“—I found the same story as the one you told us, big sis.”

Yep. It was never wrong, and it never will be. You bit down your bottom lip.

“And I found something interesting!” oh, how much more must anxiety drown you, but Sooah seemed so excited that you didn’t have the heart to stop her. You raised a brow, urging her, and she smiled brightly. “You said you don’t remember the girl’s name, right?”

“Yeah…”

“Y/N! She has the same name as you!”

Of fucking course.

“The last name is different, though—” she added as an afterthought. “She was Song Y/N, and you’re not. Still. Isn’t it really cool?”

Not cool at all. You wanted to scream, maybe cry a little and lose a generous chunk of your mind, because as far as you knew, there had never been an instance where you had heard of this story being shared to the public— to an entire class, nonetheless. It shouldn’t matter, right? It wasn’t your life anymore. Just an old, tragic tale passed on from mothers to their children as a bedtime story.

But somehow, it made you feel vulnerable.

How many more people knew about this?

“But, sis. You’re kind of a dummy, though. How could you forget someone’s name when it’s the same as yours?”

Sooah questioned, tilting her head, but it eventually washed pon her that you weren’t looking all too well. You had your lips splayed into an evident frown, worry creasing your forehead, which she could not at all get. Were you okay?

“Did you finish reading all of it?”

You asked after a bout of silence. Sooah shook her head in response. “No, not yet,” she huffed. “My mom caught me making a mess out of her things and scolded me.”

That’s good, you thought. At least she didn’t make it to the end— that would only complicate things. After a second of deliberation, you figured that this would be the best move if you played your cards right.

“Sooah,” you started. “Do you think your mom will let me borrow that story?”

The next day, your classes were all condensed into the afternoon— a deliberate decision to allow yourself to recharge in bed for the entire first half of the day.

But right now it was eight in the morning, yet you were already busying yourself inside the campus.

No, you didn’t have a group meeting today, neither did you have any prior commitments needed to be accomplished here in school, but you figured after not having a single fucking blink of sleep last night thanks to Sooah’s revelations yesterday, you might as well head to school early to apply for the part-time job at the library. Only one problem— where was the library?

It was eight in the morning. You had been here since seven-thirty. Not a single bookshelf in sight. You opted to just give up and mold yourself into the floor because you couldn’t even ask anyone for directions because no one was there.

Well. Almost no one.

You had just passed by a single living soul earlier as you were trudging around the bottom floor like a zombie, but you completely missed him. Na Jaemin caught your disheveled figure marching through the hallways earlier, evidently lost, as he left the faculty office with a steaming hot cup of coffee in his hands. He immediately brightened upon seeing you— as if his bloodstream was directly charged with caffeine, but he didn’t come around to approaching you until now. He couldn’t get the timing.

Even now, as he discreetly tailed behind you without your knowledge, he didn’t know when was the appropriate time to give you a simple ‘hello’. He pressed his lips together, taking in a sharp breath through his nose, and decided screw it— you wouldn’t even be happy to see him no matter the timing.

He picked up his pace and sounded from right behind you.

“Morning, group leader.”

You stopped, swiveling your heels around, and he was met with your grimacing face.

As expected. He gave you a blinding smile.

“How are you?”

“My morning is shit, thank you very much,” you spat. “Even more now, after seeing you.”

Ouch.

Jaemin knew that you weren’t exactly fond of him, and he’d spent too many hours wondering why. Maybe you just disliked him without bearing much of a reason. Some people were like that, but he didn’t hold it against you. He still pressed on with a smile.

And it irritated you.

(You believed that it was irritation, or made yourself believe. Yeah, let’s go with irritation.)

“Now, what do you want?” you crossed your arms, shifting your weight to one leg as you looked at him with exasperation. “You’re definitely not here to ask me about our assignment, right? I’m not sure if you’re aware, but I might as well say it to your face for your own good.”

You roughly shoved a finger to his chest, mustering up not a glare— but a plain look of disinterest.

“I don’t like you.”

Jaemin simply looked at you.

“You don’t like me.”

“No matter what you try to do, that won’t ever—wait, what? What the fuck?” you had to double take, expression suddenly morphing into a comical confusion, which Jaemin found cute, but of course he couldn’t say that out loud. He settled with the same smile as earlier, which you found a little more irritating as much as it was conflicting this time around. Within a second of silence, you felt heat slowly rising and you felt it slowly getting to your head. “You’re just gonna take that...as that?”

He let out a hum, shrugging. “I can’t dictate how you feel, can I?”

You gawked at him.

“You’re not even gonna ask why? Not even gonna protest?”

“Do you want me to?” he leaned forward, face a little closer to yours, smile a little more irritating than before, the heat growing a little more prominent than ever, your grasp on your consciousness becoming a little more hard to hold than earlier. You felt yourself getting caught in a stammer. “I would, if you want me to.”

Fuck this shit and fuck it completely.

“Where are you going?”

“None of your business,” you stormed off before you could find yourself getting caught inside a heatwave, breathing out long, fervent breaths to calm yourself down, the dizzying heat slowly getting to your head making you woozy. It would be a bad idea to even turn around and look at him. “I’d appreciate it if you don't follow me.”

Jaemin frowned when he saw your back yet again. He felt like this was the only thing he’d seen from you— your back perpetually facing him without any hope of you even turning around to spare him a quick glance, but he didn’t want to go against your wishes. He wasn’t planning on following you. But when you suddenly collapse on the floor a few feet away from him—

Thud.

—what else was he supposed to do?

(“Your Highness.”

It was without question that he’d answer your call sparing not even a second to waste with those gentle eyes of his, and this time was no different. The only difference being the quirk of his lips— pursed, pouting. He stepped away from the bush of azaleas, and stepped closer to you.

“I thought I told you not to call me that anymore,” he huffed, languidly dropping beside you on the stone bench, taking your hands into his with an earnest glimmer. “Say it. I want to hear you. Please?”

It was impolite to laugh at the prince— a punishable crime by itself. You were fortunate that he liked you enough.

“Your Highness,” you hummed. His shoulders drooped down, visibly dampening, but he shook his head with a newfound resolve and instead lended all of his attention to you, instead. “It is without saying that the very breath you take is incomparable to any person on this land—”

Your gaze darted upwards, looking at him.

“—but why do you choose to come see me everyday in the garden? Even when I am not around?”

He was still for a moment, fazed and the littlest bit taken aback, but not a second too long for you to spare any worry. A newfound smile playing on his lips, he lifted up your hands that he was holding, pressing a tender kiss on your knuckles.

“Why does the sun rise in the east and set in the west every single day?”

He looked at you, continuing.

“Just because it was made that way.”)

“Daegang.”

The whisper that you sounded in your state of unconsciousness caught Jaemin’s ears as he carried you to a vacant room inside the campus hospital. He looked down at you, your voice as clear as day despite the hoarseness of it, peeling himself away from your closed eyes, lashes fluttering above your cheeks before he could stumble over his own feet.

When he gently dropped you on to the bed, the mattress sinking underneath your weight, his windpipes nearly closed, a choking noise escaping the moment he felt you tug him down by the sleeve of his shirt, but he maintained his composure. He dropped your sling bag onto the bedside table, taking notice on the colorful piece of paper peeking out of the bag’s zipper mouth, a huff of a smile when he closed it up. Even you can be a little disordered, sometimes, he wondered in amusement as he gazed down on you.

Jaemin let out a huff of breath, dropping down the chair placed beside your bed, and he pulled out his phone to send a few messages here and there. An hour passed. He noticed you stirring underneath the sheets.

“Ah, you’re awake!”

Maybe you were, maybe you weren’t. You couldn’t tell if the blurred out silhouette of the face you have grown to both hate and love was a mere figment of your memories, or if he was actually real. There was the temptation brought about by your disorientation— to stretch your arm out to his face just to make sure, but you were lucky that your flimsy consciousness came at just the right time before you were to do anything regretful.

“Ugh.”

“You’ve been out for over an hour. Maybe you should just skip your remaining classes today,” at that point you were sure he was real. Na Jaemin had worry laced all over his voice, expression, and posture. It wasn’t a sight welcome to your peace of mind when you had just woken up after passing the fuck out. “What happened? Did you not get enough sleep? Did you skip breakfast? I asked Jeno to buy some food just in case you wake up and I’m not here, but you were unconscious for longer than I expected.”

“I’m fine, I’ll just—”

A regretful action. You tried to stand up, but all that happened was you falling pathetically back onto the bed.

“...”

“Don’t push yourself, Y/N,” Jaemin sighed, tucking you back in and placing a hand on your forehead, and by god you could hear the alarm bells ringing in your ears. “I checked earlier. It doesn’t seem like you have a fever. Oh? You’re starting to heat up, maybe you actually do—”

“I don’t!”

Was it possible to voluntarily pass out?

You threw the blanket over your head.

It was fortunate that he didn’t decide to press on, and instead he just left you alone underneath your makeshift tent to calm the sudden blazing of your face. Did he know that you were embarrassed? Oh god, did he know that it was because of him? Not that it was, of course, but it wasn’t unlikely for him to assume that he was the cause of your sudden temperature rise. It would be much better for him to believe that you did have a fever. Fuck, you should have just told him that you were sick.

“Knock knock,” outside of your blanket shield, you felt something lightly pressed at the side of your head, prompting you to peek outside, just enough for your eyes to be exposed. When you turned around, you were met by a box of Orion Choco Pie, just one of the few snacks that he had brought for you. “Here, have this. Eat.”

You blankly stared at the red box.

“What are you waiting for?”

“Leave it. I’ll eat once you leave.”

“No can do, missy,” Jaemin clicked his tongue, and without your consent, grabbed your nearest hand and opened it into a palm, placing the far too large box on top of it. “I have to make sure that you actually finish it.”

He was resilient.

Much like someone else, you grumbled, opening the packaging and stealing one of the cakes nestled inside. He had a satisfied smile on his face— almost like a proud parent watching his four year old daughter writing her name for the first time. You wanted to throw the damned snack to his face, but voted against the act and took a bite from it instead. “Fine. But for your information, I might have passed out because I barely got any sleep last night, so stop wasting your worries.”

“That doesn’t make things any better,” he said. “How am I supposed to stop worrying after hearing that? You should take care of yourself, Y/N.”

“I can take care of myself, thank you very much.”

“I’m not buying it. I have to make sure that you’re getting enough sleep every day.”

“What the fuck? Do you think you’re my mom, or something?”

“No, what the hell? Don’t make things weird,” He grimaced, looking at you in disbelief. Holy fuck. You nearly broke out into a fit, if you were being honest. Na Jaemin who was usually all smiley and kind was looking at you with an expression that you were sure his facial muscles didn’t even have the knowledge to conjure. His next words were nothing more than a low grumble. “How can she think I want to be her mom when I like her? Jeez.”

The choco pie that you’d been eating threatened to climb back up your throat.

“Wh— What the fuck?”

“What?” Jaemin replied naively. “One more time? Should I repeat it? Y/N, I like—”

“Okay, okay, I got it the first time, please—!”

Dear lord, he was going to be the death of you. You took in a long, sharp, painful breath.

“I get it.”

Jaemin looked at you with a small smile. He didn’t seem like he was going to continue teasing, so you quickly scared down the remaining chocolate snake inside the box so that you could slip away from him as soon as possible. That wasn’t the best idea, though, because the choco pie almost ended up going down the wrong throat and the guy was sure to freak out over it. Luckily you managed to get away with forcing it down and having Jaemin only looking at you with a minimal amount of concern.

It was time to get the fuck out of here.

“Thank you for the food, Jaemin, but I need to get going,” he didn’t even get the chance to say anything, but you were already on your feet, ready to set out to the door. You looked back at his frozen stature before reaching out for the door handle. “I’ll pay you back some other time.”

You bowed politely. Jaemin had only gotten back to his senses once he’d realized that he couldn’t see your face anymore, only the back of your head— a sight that he’s used to seeing, a reminder of where he stood. He scrambled to his feet and took off after you.

“Wait, you should drink water first! And take these with you! Y/N—”

Shit. He didn’t want you to leave yet. Not when he’s finally had a proper conversation with you. The two of you were already out in the hallway, the glimpse of light from the heavily clouded sky leaking through the windows and coloring the white walls and floor with an out of place brightness and at one point the light stuck on you. It was difficult to match your pace— staying not too far behind, not right beside you, never ahead of you. He swallowed.

Jaemin felt bad about pulling this, but he couldn’t think of any other way to make you stay.

“Daegang.”

You froze on the spot.

There was a heavy weight anchoring Jaemin’s conscience, falling even heavier as you slowly turned around to face him. It fell to the bottom of his stomach the moment he caught your expression.

“How—” you stammered. “Where did you get that name?”

He pressed his lips together tightly, a considerable distance between the both of you as he averted his eyes. “You muttered it earlier while I was carrying you.”

“C—carrying?”

How else would he have hauled you over to the campus hospital? But an obvious fact such as that was still enough to dumb your IQ a couple of notches down. You would have been fine if he didn’t mention it and leave you in your blissful ignorance, but he just had to drill the existence of that fact that you were in his fucking arms when you had sworn to be a piece of shit to him.

The heat was rising to your head again just like earlier.

“Ah.”

You heard Jaemin utter a sound from a few steps in front of you— a light grumble, you’d assumed, but you weren’t entirely sure— and it was at that moment that you’d realized how freaking awkward the distance between the both of you was. Were you social distancing?

His hollow sigh and evident pout threw all of those meager thoughts out the window.

“Is he the reason why I can’t get close to you?

What the hell does he mean?

“An ex you can’t over?”

You broke into a coughing fit. Jaemin instantly ran over to you in panic, patting your back to help appease the violent coughs, but in reality he wasn’t of any help at all because his palm was barely touching you. “Holy fuck”—cough—“oh god. I guess— I guess you can say that...?”

“Sorry,” he mumbled from behind you. “I shouldn’t have brought it up. It must be a sensitive topic.”

“If you knew that it was touchy then why bring it up in the first place,” you shot him a glare, looking back, but it was less threatening and more questioning. You couldn’t bring yourself to get mad at him at this point. He stood there in blatant guilt, his expression, stature, and demeanor without any intention of hiding it all. This was why you couldn’t get mad at him. Jaemin was transparent.

You weren’t sure if it was just his nature or if it had something to do with you.

You wouldn’t know what to do if it was the latter.

His lips finally parted after a moment of silence to answer you— even if you hadn’t expected an answer in the first place.

“I didn’t know how else to make you talk to me a little longer.”

You didn’t know what to do, at all.

Jaemin’s cheeks were stained with a shade of pink and fuck— you could see in his eyes that were looking at you, trying not to look at you, that he was bearing all the sleeves of his heart to you without an ounce of regret, but a euphemism of the bright red color that he was trying to hide.

God.

Why did you have to meet him in this life?

“Why?” you voiced, quiet. “Why do you like me so much? You don’t even know me that well, and I’m not even in any way nice to you.”

He didn’t answer.

“So, why?”

For a moment, Jaemin kept quiet, as if waiting for the pink to fade from his cheeks before doing anything, but it never did. Even when his lips stretched into a closed smile, his eyes crinkling and showing the stars that weren’t in the sky, he was still tinged with that soft, powdery color.

He didn’t wait. He didn’t wait for you to speak when he left— when he left right after saying two words that stretched inside your mind until the sun set in the west and the skies turned pink.

“Just because.”

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‘Wondering’ (wolfstar)

Wondering, by weightyghosts

“It’s late summer before their sixth year at Hogwarts, and one afternoon, Sirius, James, and Peter meet a boy their age sitting in a tree, reading a book. This boy might just be the missing piece in their lives- particularly for one of them.”

Rating: General

Word count: 2202

Pairing: Remus x Sirius

Published: May 2, 2021

Warnings: Brief description of scar

https://archiveofourown.org/works/31049291

Whoosh!

“Sirius!” Peter whines, after almost falling off his broom, “Stop throwing it so hard at my head! I can’t catch it!”

“Sorry, Pettigrew,” Sirius snickers. He flies, if one can call it that when moving so languidly, over to where James is observing the scene from his own broom. “Come on,” he says to Peter, “Go grab it and we’ll play again. James will be keeper this time.”

“Why me?” James asks, frowning at Sirius. James is a chaser, always.

Peter pretends not to hear Sirius whisper, “Because I don’t think I can stop myself throwing the quaffle at his head.”

He groans loudly, then groans again when Sirius and James don’t react to it, busy now discussing the merits of the various quidditch positions. He turns his broom around to go look for where his old quaffle has disappeared to in the thick trees surrounding the meadow they play in. He’s moving a large leafy branch out of his way, when he almost gets smacked in the head again with his own ball.

“Oh, sorry!” A voice says quickly, and an apologetic face appears as a boy about their age lowers the quaffle, “Almost knocked me out of the tree,” he laughs softly, nodding at the ball that he holds out to Peter, “I’m guessing you want this back?”

Peter knows he’s staring, and that his mother would be very unhappy with him, but he can’t help it; this boy is sitting in a ginormous tree that’s at least forty feet high, in a cozy spot where two branches meet, with a book in his lap, looking like this is a regular afternoon for him.

Peter glances around and doesn’t see a broom anywhere. He’s wondering how this boy got up here- when he freezes. He doesn’t even breathe as he looks at this stranger who’s now tilting his head at Peter in confusion, and Peter is panicking. Did he just stumble upon a muggle? Is Peter going to get sent to Azkaban for flying on a broom in front of a muggle and breaking the Statute of Secrecy? Surely the Ministry wouldn’t send a fifteen-year-old to the dementors, right? Right?

Peter lets out a little squeak and zooms backwards as fast as he can, banging the back of his head against a small branch in the process.

James and Sirius are waiting for him when he exits the tree-line, still talking with their heads close together, but they turn when they hear him.

“Oi, where’s the quaffle, Pete?” James asks, pointedly looking at Peter’s empty hands that are gripping onto his broom for dear life.

Sirius nods at Peter’s messy head, trying (and failing) not to laugh. “Why do you have so many leaves in your hair?”

“There’s- there’s a boy!” Peter stutters out.

James and Sirius glance at each other, then fly closer to Peter until their brooms are almost knocking together.

“What do you mean a boy?” James questions, “Where?”

“In the tree!”

“There’s a boy in the tree?” Sirius’ voice is laced with disbelief, “Did you hit your head Pete?”

“No! Well, yes, but it’s true!”

“Pete, what exactly did you see?” James asks. He peeks over Peter’s shoulder and squints, as if he believes he’s capable of seeing through vegetation if he just tries hard enough.

“In the tree!” Peter repeats, “He was holding the quaffle and just sitting there! In the tree! And,” he gulps, then leans in closer to his friends, “I didn’t see a broom. He must have climbed up there.”

Sirius narrows his eyes. “You think he’s a muggle?”

“I-”

“If I were a muggle-” The three boys whip their heads around in the direction of the voice wafting through the tree line, “-Don’t you think I would have been quite taken aback to see a person floating on a broomstick forty feet in the air?”

Sirius, James, and Peter look at each other for a moment, before deciding at the same time to burst through the trees, coming to a dead stop in front of the stranger who’s still holding their quaffle.

“Blimey,” James blurts, “There really is a boy in a tree.”

The boy’s eyes are alight with amusement, but he has a shy smile playing on his lips, as if he wants to laugh but doesn’t think he’s allowed to.

Peter keeps a good distance away from him, then starts to ask, “How did you get up h-”

“How do we know you’re not a muggle?” Sirius interrupts. He takes in the boy’s appearance; frayed jeans, long sleeve tee with a vinyl cover that’s been sun-bleached beyond recognition, and light golden brown hair that matches his eyes-

Sirius jolts when he realizes those eyes are staring back at him. He purposefully scowls in suspicion at this potential muggle, though, for some reason he can’t stop staring at the boy’s cheeks that have turned adorably pink.

“I don’t think muggles even know the word muggle,” the boy responds, speaking to a spot near Sirius’ shoulder.

“Where’s your wand, then?”

“Sirius, don’t be a prat,” James chides, punching his arm lightly, “Why’re you interrogating him?”

“I just think it’s interesting,” Sirius explains, returning James’ punch in kind, “Meeting someone who claims to be a wizard and looks about our age but doesn’t go to Hogwarts.”

The boy’s flush darkens and he looks away uncomfortably. As he does, his collar pulls down to reveal the top of a nasty red scar that runs vertical along his neck, stopping just below his left earlobe.

“What’s that from?” Sirius asks right away, his suspicion dissipated as curiosity takes over. The boy’s hand instinctively flies to his neck to cover it up.

“Sirius, cut it out,” James rolls his eyes, then turns to the boy and extends his hand, “Ignore him, he’s a prat. I’m James Potter, and the prat who doesn’t understand boundaries is Sirius Black, and that’s Peter Pettigrew.”

“Oh,” the boy glances uncertainly at the three of them, then stares at James’ hand as if expecting James to pull it back, but he doesn’t, so the boy tentatively reaches out and shakes it. “I-I’m Remus Lupin.”

“Cool! Want to play quidditch with us?”

“Oh,” Remus says again, genuinely surprised at the offer. He looks down at the quaffle in his hands, then holds it out to James with a frown on his face. “That's alright, I don’t have a broom.”

“Pete,” James turns to address him, “Can’t Remus here borrow your brother’s?”

“Oh, no that’s-”

“Of course!” Peter interjects Remus’ protest, “I’ll grab it now.” Peter dashes away, apparently excited by this task set out to him.

“That’s settled then,” James declares, “Pete lives close by, we've been staying with him for the week.”

“That’s nice,” Remus offers, a little awkwardly.

“So, come on!” James starts bouncing up and down on his broom in excitement, and Sirius finds it endearing how enthusiastic James gets about making new friends. “Let’s wait on the ground for Peter! You know how to play quidditch, right? And how did you get up here? Are you going to climb down?”

Remus meets Sirius’ gaze, silently asking if this is what his friend is like all the time. Sirius grins and shrugs at him, and Remus returns it with a shy smile.

“I know how to play quidditch,” Remus answers, “But I’m not very good. And yes, I climbed up here, I come here a lot. I like climbing trees.”

That blush returns to Remus’ cheeks, turning the spattering of freckles on his nose and cheekbones a reddish brown. Sirius doesn’t understand why he can’t seem to focus on anything other than those freckles.

“You shouldn’t climb down though,” he finds himself saying, “That doesn’t sound safe. I can give you a lift.”

Sirius feels James’ questioning stare on the side of his head, but then James shrugs charitably and leaves them with a quick, ‘See you down there, mates.’

“Alright,” Remus slowly agrees, his face as pink as ever, “Thank you.”

“Not a problem,” Sirius dismisses, flipping his hair over his shoulder. He scoots forward a bit on his broom, then sidles up next to Remus. Remus hesitates, but tucks his book into his back pocket, and reaches out to grab Sirius’ shoulder as he hitches a leg over the broom. He slides too far to one side and grabs onto Sirius’ shirt with a gasp, and Sirius’ hand flies to Remus’ thigh to steady him.

“Careful there,” Sirius chuckles awkwardly, pulling his hand back.

“Yeah, sorry,” Remus mumbles.

“It’s alright. You can, you know, hang on to me. I don’t care. I mean, I wouldn’t want you to fall off.”

He feels Remus’ soft laughter on the back of his neck, and suddenly finds it hard to breathe when Remus wraps his arms around him. Sirius shakes his head slightly and flies the two of them towards where James is waiting. His landing is a bit more rough than usual, but for reasons he doesn’t want to think about right now, he needs to put some space between himself and this boy he just met.

“Thanks,” Remus says as he climbs off the broom. There’s a glint in his golden eyes that Sirius hadn’t seen up in the tree. His smile is different too, more secretive, and Sirius doesn’t know what to make of that.

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They spend the next hour playing their makeshift version of quidditch, then the following two hours exploring the forest and a river nearby that held strange gems at the bottom that Remus wanted to show them. The four of them seem pleased at how well they’re getting along and how easily they’re having fun together. Sirius tries to focus on their effortless dynamic instead of how strangely nervous he’s been feeling around this person. This boy. He must have stumbled no less than four times over the forest floor, and even walked into a tree at one point. Remus must think he’s the most dim-witted bloke he’s ever met.

They’re walking back to the meadow near Peter’s house, pockets full of colourful gemstones, when Remus stops walking abruptly, glancing at a rough trail that heads off in another direction.

“Okay, well...” He wavers, and the other three stop and wait for him to continue. “It was nice meeting you.” Remus smiles quickly, shuffling his feet.

“Do you have to be somewhere?” Sirius asks, not knowing why Remus is feeling awkward out of nowhere, while also panicking that Remus is about to leave and Sirius will never see him again.

“Erm, not really, I mean, I should be getting home soon, my parents-”

“Never mind your parents,” James waves these concerns off, then walks over to Remus and throws a casual arm around him, “Come back to Pete’s with us! We can drink pumpkin juice and play gobstones outside.”

Remus looks at Peter, evidently questioning if James has the authority to invite someone over to his house.

“Yeah,” Peter agrees easily, “Of course you should come!”

Remus’ eyes find Sirius, and Sirius gets a little thrill out of the thought that Remus might actually care if Sirius wants him to join them.

“Pete’s mum makes great pumpkin juice,” he says quickly, “And we were planning a bonfire for tonight since James and I are leaving tomorrow.”

“Okay,” Remus smiles shyly again, “Only if you have marshmallows, though.”

“Who do you take us for, Lupin?” Sirius grins.

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Later that night, after a lively round of gobstones and many pints of pumpkin juice, the boys are gathering wood for the bonfire, when Sirius nudges Remus to slow down and let Peter and James walk ahead of them.

“Hey,” he says in a low voice when the others are far enough away.

“Yeah?” Remus is frowning at him, a note of anxiety in his voice.

“I was just wondering,” Sirius starts, feeling more awkward than he’s probably ever been in his life, and increasingly embarrassed as Remus simply stares back at him, waiting for him to speak. “Erm, just- just wondering, since I can’t come back here for a while, if I could write to you? During the school year?”

“Oh,” Remus breaths, his features blank with genuine surprise. Then, his face breaks out into a wide smile that does something wild and strange to Sirius’ insides. “Of course. Yeah, of course. I’d love that.”

Sirius exhales a large breath that he had apparently been holding in. “Right, great. Cool.”

“Cool.”

“Oi, Black! Lupin!” James calls from somewhere up ahead, “Let’s get this fire going! Pete says we’re having a competition to see who can eat the most marshmallows!”

Sirius smiles at Remus, feeling unusually giddy, as they start walking again.

“There’s no way any of you are beating me,” Remus states confidently, surprising Sirius. “I’m the king of marshmallows.”

“Is that right?” Sirius laughs.

“Yeah, that’s right.”

“I guess we’ll see.”

“I guess we will.”

___________________________________

Sirius loses the contest to Remus by one marshmallow, and despite being known for his competitive attitude, he finds he doesn’t care at all. He has a sneaking suspicion he won something much better that night, and already can’t wait until the next time he gets to see Remus Lupin again.

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