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punksarahreese · 3 years

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Nosdecember day 10 | @neworleansspecial

Occult!au; April and Sarah go on a walk and meet two individuals Sarah was not expecting

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"April," Sarah’s voice carried a little whine as she skipped a little to catch up with the Faerie, "Where are we going?"

"An adventure," that’s all April had been telling her since she showed up at the cottage that morning. Sarah had tried to protest, citing the fact that she had a painting to finish, but she couldn’t argue for very long. April looked so excited, for whatever reason, and Sarah didn’t have the heart to tell her no. It didn’t help that an invisible hand had quickly found the small of her back, gently nudging her towards the door until Sarah took the hint.

Life was weird with a ghost roommate who always tried to mother her. Not that she would complain too much because Natalie was quite literally her lifesaver. Still, she did tend to get pushy when she thought Sarah was spending a little too much time inside. She didn’t want her to wallow in her depression, which she understood, but the fact that the ghost couldn’t leave the general riverbank area or stay corporeal all the time meant she couldn’t drag Sarah outside too often.

That’s where April came in. The Faerie had immediately taken Sarah under her wing and made it a goal to keep her safe. It was in her blood to heal people, after all, so of course she was going to do her best to make sure Sarah was happy. Even if she couldn’t mend her trauma, her and Natalie could do their best to help the human make some happier memories.

"I really need to-" Sarah stopped when she saw what was in front of them. She had never been this far into the forest, she couldn’t have, because this was a whole new feat she had never come across. Nestled near the hillside was a large old house, exterior looking a little worse for wear but the grounds blooming with a rather impressive garden. Ivy and grapevines snaked up the brickwork, evidence of nature passively trying to take back its land.

"Woah."

"Impressed?" April grinned, "Not mine, but I help keep the garden and its spirits happy."

"It’s gorgeous," Sarah told her sincerely, admiring a monarch butterfly as it fluttered past her to land on a nearby lilac tree. The whole yard was full of lilacs, clearly not from the area originally; whoever lived there must really love the sweet flowers.

"April?"

A soft, accented voice tore their attention from the flora in front of them. April turned, braids bouncing against her shoulder as she searched for the owner of the voice. A tiny, musical giggle was heard at their confusion. That was something Sarah missed; the ability to find humour in tiny things.

"Up!"

April’s gaze drifted in the direction she was told, quickly landing on a small figure perched in a nearby oak tree. The sun obstructed Sarah’s vision but she figured her companion could see just fine. She must have been able to, because her smile was almost audible in her reply.

"Tia," she relaxed when she realized who the person was, "What are you doing up there?"

"Watching. You appear to have a shadow, you know."

"Who? Sarah?"

A sound of disagreement and the rustle of leaves preceded her words, "Nuh-uh. Not the human, she’s fine."

The human. So whoever was up there must be some type of other creature, Sarah noted. She wasn’t even fazed at that point, having completely adjusted to the amount of supernatural activity within the forest. It was quite the shock in the beginning but Sarah wasn’t one to judge; besides, she was a guest in their territory anyway.

"Tia, are you going to tell me?"

"You know who he is," the answer was dismissive, "May I come meet her?"

"What would your mother say?" April’s tone was teasing, making the girl in the tree scoff. She was obviously a child, though very well spoken and somehow sounding authoritative. The way April spoke with her was familiar, but she didn’t think this girl was a Seelie child, since April had introduced her to most of the court who wanted to meet her ages ago.

"Mama doesn’t mind. Besides, you’re here."

April rolled her eyes, "I’m pretty sure that’s the one thing she would mind, given the history. That being said, it’s your funeral."

"Hm," the leaves rustled loudly again and there was a flash of wind in front of them, "Never had one of those, sounds like an experience."

Somehow whoever Sarah had been expecting to be the owner of the voice was not this child. She looked no older than ten, with long blonde ringlets spilling over her shoulders and a smug look on her face. She held herself with a confidence that was rare for someone so young and that alone told Sarah she was probably older than she appeared. It was the eyes that shocked Sarah the most though, blood red hue glinting in the sunlight.

"My name is Estia," the child gave a small half-bow in greeting, "You’re pretty."

Sarah was taken aback but forced a smile in reply, she seemed sweet even if her eyes were unnerving. She glanced at April in silent question but then turned back to the girl, "Sarah. Um... thank you."

"She knows?" The question was directed at the faerie, who had zoned out slightly as she was gazing past them both. Sarah was also a bit distracted, still absorbing this new person’s presence but also fixated on Estia’s previous words.

A shadow? Who was he? How did April know him?

"About you? No. Before you ask, yes she knows about the Fair folk. Ghosts and werewolves too."

"Covering all the bases but me and mama? Rude."

April scoffed, "Please, I just haven’t had time to ask your mother about it. I know how she feels about outsiders and, unlike some people, I can’t get away with being disrespectful."

"This one is pretty, mama will like her," Estia nodded surely at Sarah, "Any guesses on what I am?"

Sarah was a little confused, wondering who this child’s mother was for April to appear vaguely scared of her. Besides, Estia’s last comment stuck in her head. Something told her it was in her best interest for this woman to like her, whoever she was.

"Uh," she studied the girl’s features for a second but her first guess was ringing in her mind, "Vampire?"

"Oh she’s smart," the child grinned and showed off her tiny but razor sharp fangs, "I like you, Sarah."

"Oh, um... good?"

April clearly found the human’s confusion amusing and she gave her a reassuring pat on the shoulder. Before anyone could continue the conversation, the creaking of a heavy door made them all turn to the big house.

"Estia, what are you doing?"

Sarah couldn’t help but stare when she saw the owner of the stern yet beautiful voice. She had a similar accent to the child’s, her low tone somehow soothing despite the vaguely hostile look in her eyes. Which were, just as Sarah expected, as red as fresh blood. Her dark blonde hair was pulled back in a half twist, some loose curls tumbling over her bare shoulders. That was where Sarah got shamefully distracted, her gaze lingering on the pale, scarred skin of the woman’s collarbones. Really it was at the fault of her dress, a rather dramatic red number that fell off her shoulders deliberately. Whoever this woman was, she was undoubtedly a vampire like Estia; one of status, if Sarah had to guess.

"Mama!" Estia was across the yard and at the front door in seconds. Her own gown was casual in comparison to her mother’s, a flowing royal blue fabric that had a high neckline, which was clearly to hide the bite marks on the child’s jugular.

"April brought a new friend," she explained proudly and Sarah realized she immediately sounded much more like the child she appeared to be. However old the young vampire was, she reverted to a more vulnerable state around her mum. It made Sarah’s heart ache a bit, especially upon watching as the woman smoothed down her daughter’s curls and helped her untangle a leaf from her sleeve. She missed her mother, that familiar comfort was something she didn’t appreciate until it was gone.

"Did she?"

"Ava," April met the vampire’s sharp gaze with her own cat-like stare, "She’s not a threat. She lives with Nat and she means no harm in our forest."

"Oh, your little ghost got a roommate?" The woman, Ava, chuckled as if the thought amused her. She seemed a bit rude but first impressions weren’t everything, so Sarah tried to be optimistic. She did still flinch a little when those bright eyes fell on her again, though.

In a split second she was in front of Sarah, moving with the inhuman speed that her daughter also possessed. Estia had remained on the front step, watching stoically as her mother gave the human a once over. Sarah tried to pretend that she wasn’t holding her breath, which was hard because she knew her companions had excellent hearing.

"Ava Bekker," she was a bit surprised when a hand was held out to her, followed by a laugh at Sarah’s hesitation, “I won’t bite you.”

“Oh, um…” Sarah took her hand and tried not to flinch again at how cold her touch was, “Sarah Reese. Nice to meet you.”

The way Ava observed her, with an unreadable expression and a tiny smirk made Sarah a bit concerned. She wasn’t uncomfortable per se, she knew April wouldn’t put her in any danger, but the whole situation was odd. The vampire’s original hostility had slowly melted away and she no longer stared at Sarah as if she was a threat to her or her daughter.

“She’s cute,” Ava mused to the Faerie beside them, “Where’d you find this one?”

“I told you, she lives with Natalie. Got thrown into our world unexpectedly but we’ve grown quite fond of her.”

“Oh,” the blonde shot Sarah a look of playful pity, “You poor thing, stuck with two of the most chatty creatures in this forest.”

“Hey,” Sarah was surprised when April had no qualms with playfully shoving the vampire’s shoulder, “She likes us.”

“I do,” Sarah promised softly, a bit distracted as she once again caught herself staring at the mass amount of scarring along Ava’s porcelain skin. Her neck and upper chest had the worst of it, bite marks and what looked like jagged knife wounds healed into white marks. The biggest scar was a big gash right across where her carotid would be, which must have been fatal by the looks of it. Her wrists were covered by the sheer material of her sleeves but Sarah caught a glimpse of quite a few more marks lining both sides of her forearm. Whatever she had experienced must have happened before her death, since as far as Sarah knew vampires couldn’t scar. Nevertheless, whatever Ava had gone through it looked like a lot.

She nearly jumped out of her skin when an ice cold hand found her face, fingers curling under her chin to lift her gaze. Sarah was too scared to shy away but the touch, while gentle, burned like dry ice. The other woman didn’t look angry, only amusement sparkling in her eyes as she hummed.

“Curious one, aren’t you?”

“I- sorry.”

Ava chuckled, her thumb trailing gently along Sarah’s jawline before she let go of her face, “You’re fine.”

“Mama,” Estia’s voice once again brought everyone’s attention away from the current encounter, “Wolves are on their way.”

Ava sighed, “Child has better hearing than even me. The pups are bringing us some food, so we mustn’t stay out any longer. Besides, someone is supposed to be practicing.”

“Ma!” the child whined, “I am literally dead, I have all the time in the world to learn whatever language you want.”

“Yes, but Latin is just as dead and still waits for no one. Off you go.”

Estia huffed and looked at Sarah, “Can you visit another time? I wanna know what human life is like now!”

Sarah looked at the other vampire for an answer, since she didn’t want to intrude or anything. Ava smiled at her with surprising warmth, her fangs showing proudly, “If Sarah wishes to pay us a visit then she is welcome. Might give her some peace and quiet away from all the faerie antics.”

“I heard that.”

“Well, it was also directed at your shadow,” Ava replied to April, “Who needs to work on his sneaking skills.”

Following her gaze, Sarah spotted a black cat watching them angrily from a tree. The same black cat who sat on her windowsill every night, watching and never moving until dawn. She had been unnerved but had assumed it was a stray at first. She even left a bowl of Autumn’s food out for the cat, but had only been met by hostile green eyes and a hiss. Judging by Ava’s words, he was not actually a cat. Which was even more unsettling; April and Natalie would have some explaining to do.

“We really must go,” Ava continued, before glancing at Sarah for a moment. She went over to one of her lilac trees, skirt flowing dramatically in the wind her speed created. A deft hand broke off a bunch of flowers at the stem, returning to Sarah in seconds. The human looked at her questioningly, instinctively holding her breath when Ava got closer.

The vampire leaned towards her, cold fingers brushing over her cheek as she tucked the stem of lilacs behind Sarah’s ear. The light purple flowers blended into her curls, filling her senses with their strong scent.

“I promise I won’t hurt you,” was murmured in her ear and Sarah had to pretend she wasn’t blushing like mad when the woman pulled back.

“Mama?” Estia was bouncing on her heels, obviously waiting for Ava to follow before she went into the big house. Ava nodded at her, bidding Sarah goodbye and saying the same to April. In moments both vampires had disappeared back into the house, which somehow looked completely uninhabited. That probably had something to do with the fact that its owners were undead, but Sarah tried not to think about that too hard.

“Enchanting isn’t she?” April teased, having noticed Sarah’s panicked and shy reactions to the other woman, “Home time?”

Sarah recovered enough to nod, hand brushing through her hair to feel if the lilacs were still there. She followed April absentmindedly, thoughts still pinned on the gorgeous but intimidating vampire and how her low voice in Sarah’s ear had shamefully made her stomach flutter.

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of2worldsxmuses · 5 years

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Cooper was finally getting settled into his new apartment in Verona, and getting used to the work environment with Axel. Now he wanted to get more acquainted with the architecture in Verona, so he made his way to the bookstore and was looking at a few books that he was going to buy. He wasn’t paying attention to where he was going, when he bumped into someone, “Oh my goodness, I’m sorry. I didn’t see you standing there.”

Viola had her nose stuck in a book as she slowly made her way to the cash register. She knew she shouldn’t be doing that, what with the bookstore being filled with people, but she couldn’t seem to stop reading. As she rounded a corner, her gaze still on the book, she crashed into someone. “Ow…” She whined, standing up and grabbing her book before she looked up at the man who’d just addressed her. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have read and walked.”

Cooper straightened up, and looked at the person he ran into, and smiled at just how tiny she was, "No, it's my fault, I wasn't paying attention to where I was going." He smiled and tucked the book under his arm, "Are you okay? I didn't hurt you did I?" The last thing he wanted to do was get to Verona to make an enemy with someone right away. Especially someone so attractive.(edited)

Viola should've known better than to walk around with her nose buried in a book. She was small in stature, half the time people couldn't see her coming. Her face flushed when she saw the handsome man standing before her, compared to her, he looked like a giant. "I guess it's both our faults." She said, chuckling. "No, I'm fine. Don't need to worry about me.--Well, I better be going then." Not knowing what else to say, she spun around and walked quickly towards the cash register.

Cooper was looking at the beautiful woman, and he had to catch himself before he moved into the creepily staring territory. He coughed and nodded, "Yeah I guess so, but no harm no foul right?" She was darting away so quickly, he didn't know how to react to that, but he decided to follow behind her, and he had no idea why. It was as if he had no control over his own body, "Hey, so um...what are you reading?" He inwardly cursed himself, why didn't you just let her leave, now she is going to think you are a creeper...you idiot.

When placed in an uncomfortable situation, Viola always made it a point to remove herself immediately. The encounter with the Dominant fell under the category, so it only made sense for her to take her leave. She walked as fast as her legs could carry her, which apparently was not fast enough seeing as the man was soon falling into stride with her, asking her a question. "Wuthering Heights…" She answered quickly, wanting to run, but eventually finding her efforts fruitless. Spinning around to face him, she craned her neck up, her round eyes meeting his, before she said. "You don't have to be nice to me, sir. We both apologized, we're even now."

Cooper smiled as the woman told him what she was reading, "Ah, I've never read it, is it any good?" He once again cursed himself, How would she know that if she hadn't read it yet? You really are an idiot. "Well I mean, have you heard any good reviews about it?" He tried to correct himself. He was a little surprised to hear her say that he didn't have to be nice to her, he had never heard that before. "I know I don't have to be nice, but I want too, and please don't call me Sir, no need to be that formal."

Viola was rather surprised that the man was still trying to engage her in a conversation. Why did he even care? It wasn't like he couldn't attract attention from other submissives. He was gorgeous. "--I have read it before and it's very good." Over fifty times to be exact. It was her favorite book. When she heard his next words, she scrunched her brows. It was only proper to address him using formality. That was just how life was here. "Thank you, sir, but I'm afraid, I've been brought up to be respectful and I don't see myself changing my ways any time soon."

Cooper was surprised that she had read the book before, but she was purchasing it now. Apparently she really liked it. "Oh well, then that's great, would you recommend it to someone like myself to read?" He wasn't used to being called sir, that was definitely not how he was raised, but it was obvious that's how she was raised. "Even if I asked you to call me Cooper, you would still call me sir?"

Viola looked at the Dominant dubiously as he asked her the next question. Then, she answered him rather easily. "That all depends on your taste. Do you like historical romance? If not, I'd recommend that you find something else." She didn't see the point in anyone buying a book that they couldn't see themselves enjoying, that would be a waste. "If that's the case then, I don't see why I should call you sir. Although, that sounds more like a demand than a request to me, si...I mean Cooper."

Cooper would consider himself a well rounded reader, so he could get lost in anything, "I think that is something I could lose myself in. But I just like to read, so I could read almost anything." He wasn't lying, he could definitely get lost in reading, that was where he would get his inspiration from. He raised his brow and shook his head, "Oh no, I would never demand that of you. If you feel more comfortable calling me sir, then please do, but I would like it if you called me Cooper. But the real question is, what should I call you?"

"If that's the case, then I recommend Wuthering Heights. It's a great read." Viola was a little taken aback by the Dominant's choice in books, but since she wasn't one to be too chatty around strangers, she didn't comment further. Once again, he shocked her by saying that he wasn't demanding anything. That was a little odd in her book, but who was her to argue? "Since you insist. I will call you Cooper then." Her round eyes widened at the realization that she has yet to introduce herself. "Oh, I'm Viola." She said as her cheeks warmed.

Cooper nodded, "I might check it out, and maybe we can meet somewhere after I read it to discuss it?" He couldn't stop himself from flirting with the woman, she was gorgeous. He was glad that she would call him Cooper, because it weirded him out being called Sir. He smiled seeing her blush, how was she this adorable? "It's a pleasure to meet you Viola, are you from here?" He didn't know why he was drawn to Viola, but it was something about her that he couldn't stop talking to her. He just wanted to get to know her.

"Uhm… Sure?" Viola didn't even know why Cooper would want to see her again. She wasn't the outgoing type, at least not outside the bedroom. Between the sheets, she was a real freak, and yet for some reason, she was always too shy in public. It was a wonder she was even able to speak to him now. "Yes, si--Cooper. I was born and raised here. You don't sound Italian. Are you not from here?" She queried with a gentle smile just to be polite since he was still talking to her, which she still found a little odd, but chose not to address.

Cooper was just drawn to this woman, and he didn't even know why. She was a bit shy, but he thought it was adorable, and maybe she just needed time to warm up to people. He smiled hearing that she was born here, "Oh great, and no, I am not from here, I am from Los Angeles. I could definitely use some help getting around Verona if you would be gracious enough to show me one day?" He wasn't going to beat around the bush, he didn't feel the need too. He was new in town, and this beauty was a native, and he wanted to spend more time with her, so why not ask.

Viola was trying to be polite, since Cooper still wanted to chat her up, she didn’t see the point in trying to avoid him. She might be shy, but she was never rude. Besides, he was actually really nice to talk to, even if she was still felt a little weird that he was still trying to chat with her. “Los Angeles is a long ways away. What brought you to Verona?” She asked and felt her round eyes growing wider at his request. A part of her wanted to question him why, but her kind natured personality took control instead. “Uhm… Sure. I’d love to show you around.”

Cooper smiled at Viola, and nodded at her statement about LA, "Yeah it is, but I took a job here, and my sister is here, and I wanted to be around her, to look after her." He didn't want to sound like an overprotective brother, but he totally was. He was trying to get her to feel comfortable with him, but he could still feel her being a bit shy with him. He didn't expect her to say yes, but glad she did, "Great, that would be amazing, I think I would be more comfortable here in Verona if I had someone show me where everything is." He smiled.

Viola listened intently at Cooper’s explanation and when she heard that he came to Verona to be with his sister, she suddenly felt an overwhelming fondness for the man. She was very close to Justine too and loved her twin to death, it was nice to see that she was the only one who felt that strongly about her sibling. “That’s sweet of you. I’m sure she appreciates it. What is your job?” She asked, feeling a little more comfortable now. “Here’s my card. I’m free on the weekend, if you want me to show you around then.” She said, handing him her card with a wide smile.

Cooper smiled, hearing Viola say that Charlie appreciates him being here for her. "I don't know, I think she thinks I am over protective, and annoying her, but I know she loves me, and is glad to have some family here with her." At least he hoped she was really happy to have him here. "I'm an architect." He smiled when she handed him her card, "The weekend is perfect, I don't work on the weekends, so I will call you then," He smiled, as he watched her purchase her book, and waved, "I'll see you this weekend Viola." He waved, and felt amazing that he met someone as beautiful as Viola.

Viola could only smile and nod her head. She understood being in his sister’s shoes, Justine tended to be protective with her, and she hated it but also loved it at the same time. “That’s an impressive profession.” She remarked instead. “Sure, give me a call and we can meet up.” She wasn’t even sure why he wanted her to show him around, but since she’d already offered, it would look bad if she backed out now. It was now her turn at the cash register and once she was done, she said her goodbyes. “Yes, I’ll see you this weekend.” She was doubtful that he would call, yet she agreed anyway. The rest of her day went about uneventfully where her mind periodically went back to her odd meeting with Cooper.

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namjoonchronicles · 6 years

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↳ description Jungkook’s way of displaying affection is safe to say, non-existent, and going on a trip without him would probably ignite something he never knew he had.

Jungkook is well-known for his agility, the ability to acquire new knowledge in an impressive amount of time, and excel in everything he puts his minds to. He is an oddly satisfying rare mixture of talents, intelligence and good looks, paired with his whimsical jokes and well-rounded personality, Jungkook is a force to be reckon with. The unapproachable, perfectionist sheds his fort-like walls when it comes to you and to this day,

You still haven’t figured out why.

He took out the trash in white Tees, not even caring about the cold. Then he made the bed, lining the duvet straight and neat like no one had slept on it. He moved to the side table where alarm clocks were and fixed them to be tilted exactly 45 degree from the edge, before gathering his dirty clothes from the floor and into the laundry basket where it should be. He proceeds to turns the stereo on, in the living room, with the playlist he made specifically for working out. The white racks above the television cabinet was decorated with little figurines and Bluetooth speakers he got when he was younger. It became a small collection for him. He placed his feet on the edge of the sofa and proceeded to do 300 reps of push ups.

Sweat drips down his forehead, down the middle of his brows to the bridge of nose before making a droplet on the wooden floor of the apartment. The music surrounding the room hypes him up, motivates him and accelerate his workout session. Jungkook is also gifted with a good sense of hearing because he could hear his phone vibrating from the kitchen counter, across the living room. Commanding Siri to turn the volume down, Jungkook had 3 push-ups left to do but he hoisted himself up, glistening in glorious sweat resulting from the labour he put himself in—and it’s not even 9.30AM. He reached the back of his dampened t-shirt, took it off over his head and balled-up in one hand, his chest heaving up and down from the strenuous exertion while his eyes furrowed at the sight of his blinking screen.

“Has she reached there already?” Jungkook spoke to himself in thick Busan accent as he marched to it and fishing it into his palm to take a good look. He threw it back on the counter when he saw that it was a notification from the group chat with the rest of the Hyungs. Jungkook, his sweaty back, in only knee-length shorts returns to the bedroom, threw the used T-shirt in the laundry basket and carried the basket to the laundry room, down the hallway next to G.C.O.—Golden Closet Office; his personal creative-practice area where he is free to do whatever he wants, his personal space. Which reminded him that he left his grey hoodie there after you spend a night when he work, so he fetches that before he made his way to the washing machine. His head went back and forth to the thought of his phone ringing and how disappointed he was, when it wasn’t you. “…How dare you have fun without me…” He grumbled, shirtless and spent.

Jungkook went back to his phone and started a melancholic playlist he set aside for down days, for example, today. You added a few of your favourite tunes and that’s why he named it: She; to commemorate that love and pain could come from the same person. It’s for days where he felt somehow unequipped with your affections, where he felt jealous for the stupidest things and the moments where words aren’t enough to express his anger so all that’s left in is what ‘She’ meant to him. Songs like, Chelsea Cutler’s Your Shirt, Jaymes Young’s What Is Love and Maroon 5’s Cold, just to name a few—makes their way into the list effortlessly. It’s those tunes that comforts him when things aren’t going well. Relationship is tough, and to Jungkook’s tender heart, your actions can sometimes hurt him without you intending to do so. Jungkook never knew love before you so it inevitable. That was what he meant by ‘love and pain coming from the same person’. Because let’s be honest here, there is very thin line between pain and pleasure.

And you were the only person that he allowed his heart to be broken by.

It’s not a lie that you do take his feelings to consideration in everything you do. It’s just that, when you’ve been single long enough, you tend to forget how to love and how to make others feel loved. Jungkook’s clinginess was new to you and sometimes he feels that you don’t show enough affection when you thought you did. Jungkook can be difficult to read sometimes, provided that he is the kind to hide his emotions and not let his true feelings show, it makes you feel that, probably he needed space on his own. But you gave him too much space that he felt you weren’t invested enough in this relationship, and it was hardly the case. Jungkook’s affection comes in various ways, and more often, through his texts and brief calls. He rarely hold your hand in public, nor take you to hang out with his friends for dinner. Because he doesn’t like other men’s’ eyes on you. But you know that he yearns for you when he decided to call, when his friends says he rarely even text them back.

Those were the little signs that Jungkook was head over heels for you. You were gone from homeland for about seven hours now, and you were wondering if he was doing okay. But your friends decided to go grocery shopping in Bergen, Norway as soon as the squad touched down and you couldn’t even text him because your battery ran out. Upon returning to the hostel you accommodate with the rest of the squad, you plugged your phone in and helped them to cook lunch. The in-flight food was less than satisfying to your stomach because you craved a little spiciness to your food. You couldn’t decide if all of the food actually tastes a little bland or the fact that you’re missing Jungkook is making all your taste buds a little numb. Perhaps both. While chopping the carrots into long strips, your friends from college asked about Jungkook, and it was probably obvious that the thought of him made your face lit up because they started teasing you about it.

“…Look at her all smiling at the mention of his name.” “That’s probably the first time I saw her toothy smile since we got here! She didn’t smile as bright during our graduations.” “Wow, you really love this kid, don’t you?”

What else can you reply? Isn’t the grin enough to answer all the questions they have. “…He is really quiet, isn’t he? The last time we saw him, during the wedding. All he did is smile.” She’s not wrong there, you clicked your tongue, “…Jungkook is actually very chatty. He’s shy around new people. But once you know him, he just doesn’t stop talking. He makes weird noises too.” And then everyone perked their ears up, giving you a smug smile as if they’ve just the dirtiest thoughts, “…What kind of noises?” They sang, in sync. “God, I hate you guys.” You shook your head and tried to press your smile while you wash your hands. There’s only four of you, but the hostel was filled with inaudible roar of girls and two out of four, you and the tallest one in the squad were newlyweds, leaving your husbands behind. This trip was long overdue. Everyone promised to have this trip before anyone gets married, but work had been merciless. All four of you were in medical line, so it was inevitable.

The tallest one walked in with two extra bags of groceries and asked for her passport that she kept in your bag. You went to get them as she unbag the fruits. As you were kneeling by the plug, the phone rang. You were quick to unplug them from the charger and answered the call while walking out the room with your friends’ passport. “…Yes, honey?” You said upon putting the phone to your ear and return to the kitchen where the rest of the squad were. Jungkook is kneeling, with his eyes wide open, zooming in and out. “I am in front of the washing machine, what do I do?” He sighed, he let out a long hum as he spoke and you heard his fingers punching some buttons. “Are you doing laundries? Why are you doing laundries?” You blinked rapidly to the chopping boards, sandwiching the phone between your ear and shoulder while you resumed to cut the peeled potato passed by your roommate. “…I ran out of clothes to wear,” he breathed through his teeth and tutted his tongue. “Jungkook, I have one whole wardrobe full of washed clothes for you to wear while I’m away, I even put weekday and weekend tags on them, and you’re telling me you’ve worn all of them in the span of 7, no—8 hours?” Jungkook dug his tongue to his cheek, still trying to figure out the washing machine.

“You did?” Jungkook asked. “Yes, baby, I did.” You sang softly.

Jungkook sat cross-legged on the floor and leaned his back to the wall next to washing machine and dryer, shirtless still and pushed his hair back to show his forehead. “…Are you in Bergen, safe?” He asked. Now it finally felt like the intention of the unprecedented call is finally taking place. He wanted to know if you’re okay since you never called. “I did, my phone died so I had to wait to get to the hostel before finally charging it… Is everything okay? Did you make breakfast?” Your friends are gleefully laughing while they cook and the considerate one came to feed you some sausages she fried. Munching slowly, you heard Jungkook replied, “…I did some exercising and I think I’m going to go continue the editing while you’re not here, because. Less distractions.” You could imagine him running his hot tongue along the extent of his lower lip before biting them suggestively because you could hear him smile.

“…If I tell you this was on loud speaker, what will you do.” You teased him. Hearing nothing from his side, you quickly snickered, “Scared you there, didn’t I? It’s broad day light here, can you have some controls? We have a week more to go. I need you calm it down a little.” Jungkook gave a side-eye to the innocent laundry basket before hoisting himself up from the floor and into his personal office. “…We shouldn’t have done it here. It’s all I think about, when I walk in this room.” He eyed his working desks, the L-shaped couch, the walls next to the keyboard and even the floor where the round-shaped rugs were. “…Told you to have restraints. You were the one who wanted it there and then…I was good for a few more minutes. We could have made it to the bedroom.” You bite your lips and your college best friends started to uproariously oust you so you had to excuse yourself before Jungkook gets further embarrassed.

“What are you even talking about?! There’s two virgins here!” “I never expected you to be this nasty, you were such an angel back in the days.” “Jungkook, what have you done to her?!” “I have to get a therapy now, are you happy?”

You snickered and shut the door behind you before flopping on the bed. “Lies, you couldn’t even made it to the living room back then. All whining and grabbing… Fuck.” He leans towards the kitchen counter as he spoke to you. “…Are you even going to make it for a week without me, Kookie?” You turned to your side, extremely worried because you know how upset he gets if he couldn’t see you or talk to you when he wanted to. “I got tissues, and your perfume, I’ll be fine. But I’ll be better if you answer all my calls on time…However, if that is too much to ask for,” He pauses, drawing meaningless circles on the marble table and pressed his lips together before straightening up, “…Just some pictures of your trips there would be okay.” He gazes up to the ceiling and pouted. “…I got you. Don’t worry, baby. I’ll be home before you know it, a week will just breeze through.” You smacked your lips together.

“I think they’re calling me… these bitches.” You sat up on the bed and Jungkook giggled short, so you added hastily, “…Kiss me through the phone, and I miss you very much okay. Don’t cheat on me.” Jungkook smiled and made kissing sounds before ending the call. He set the phone on his lap as he sat on the couch, the sweat on his back had finally dried and he eyed his wallpaper, a smile toying on his lips as he darted, “You, don’t cheat on me.” He falls to his side and curled up in a ball like a love-sick teenager on the sofa.

Day-7. Six days to go until your return.

“…How far is Bergen from here, again…? I shouldn’t have suggested her to go to Bergen.” He lulled his head back and then he felt his phone vibrated. What was that? Is it a photo worth 7 days alone? Is she wearing sexy things? Cute things? Jungkook was grinning ear to ear. Jungkook’s focus went to the new message sent by you all the way from Bergen and swiped right to see. Jungkook threw his phone immediately, and the smile that was on his lips a few seconds ago is now gone, completely. He marched to the bedroom and slammed the bathroom door, loud, leaving his phone abandoned on the coffee table in the living room. “I fucking hate her.” He grumbled low as he turned the hot shower on. “I can’t believe she did that. I can’t. Who in the world allowed her?? How the hell did she even get that picture printed on the shirt like that?” Jungkook talked to himself in the shower cubicle, pissed off. His voice echoed through the tiles as he groans, annoyed.

The unapproachable, perfectionist sheds his fort-like walls when it comes to you and today, Jungkook is certain that you married him so you could bully him forever. Why else would you bring--in his opinion, that hideous shirt to Europe?

“Brought grubby with me. Isn’t he the cutest?”

- My Headache/Wife

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Deception pt 10

The conflict between the Assassins and the Templars is getting out of hand. Lies, deceit and subterfuge, now you must pick a side...

Link to the full fic so far is Here

Tagging @geekgoddess813 @sweet-flash @ermergerd517 and @i-wontgivein 💕💕 If anyone else would like tagging, please ask 😊

Most of the trip wasn't as bad as you thought it was going to be, Christopher proving to be excellent company in recounting his numerous travels and missions all over the world, some of which you had actually heard about before. Others, not so much. You quickly figured out that he tended to exaggerate slightly in his tales, especially when he told you of a time he single handedly took down a pirate ship in the South China Sea, but you found it entertaining none the less.

The only awkward time you had to suffer was when you had just gotten up and Shay was going to bed (it was his turn to take the night shift at the helm) and you crashed into each other walking down the corridor in your groggy states. You actually thought he was going to kiss you after he had caught you in his arms to stop you from falling, your cheeks getting treacherously warm as he stared into your eyes for a moment, but then he let you go quickly and mumbled something of an apology as he continued towards his room, leaving you somewhat of a fidgiting mess for the rest of the day.

It was now late Tuesday afternoon, and you were laying on your bed, scrolling through your phone and reading the intel that Connor had managed to gather so far for your upcoming assignment. Even though you were playing both sides, you refused to be around the others whist you were doing work for the assassins, not wanting them to see what was going on so they wouldn't be able to interfere with your plans. It hadn't taken you long to memorise what Connor had sent, and now you were bored out of your mind. There really wasn't much to do while you were here, the Tv and the gym getting mundane rather quickly. Rolling onto your front and propping yourself up on your elbows, you started playing some crossword game that Desmond had recommended to you some time ago, but it was incredibly easy so that became stale rapidly too.

That's when you remembered the email that had been sent you just before you had left. There was certainly some pictures that you wanted to keep, and even though you had them all on your phone it had been set up so prints and canvases could be ordered - Connor being the traditional and family oriented man that he is, and the deadline was tomorrow. Your eyes narrowed when you brought up the email and saw that there were two folders attached, one being the collection of photographs, the other being the video that you had specifically said you didn't want to watch. Clicking your tongue and making a mental note to kick Desmond's ass again when you got back, you set to looking through the pictures, slower this time and saving any that you wanted to keep. Your eyes were feeling heavy after about halfway through, the softness of the bed never failing to tempt you into a deep sleep. Still swiping through the pictures through half lidded eyes, you let out a soft sigh and slowed down even further when you eventually came to the ones nearer the end. Your thumb hovered over the delete button when you got to the last, but you just couldn't bring yourself to do it. It had been an amazing night, you had never felt that way before despite everything else that happened during it. Your eyes finally fell closed and your breathing slowed, right at the moment you decided that you didn't want to forget about it just yet.

After the third time knocking, Gist opened your door slightly and called your name, wondering where you had got to. It wasn't like you to be late for dinner, so he thought it best to check and see if you were okay. Still not getting a reply, he shield his eyes with his hand and entered your room, (a lesson he had learnt quicky as the last time he did this you had just gotten out of the shower) and called your name again. Peeking slightly between his fingers, he dropped his hand when he spotted you on the bad, fast asleep with your arm almost dangling off the side. He crept towards you when he noticed that your phone was in your hand, usually he wouldn't have touched your things; not wanting to invade your privacy, but he didn't want you dropping it and breaking if it hit the floor. Gently pinching the top of it, he slid it out from between your fingers, his eyes widening as the screen lit up with the last thing you were looking at as your thumb brushed over the fingerprint scanner. The temptation was just too much to resist, so keeping one eye on you to check for signs of stirring, he flicked through the last couple of shots, a devious grin erupting the more he looked. Nimbly pressing back a few times, he forwarded the email to himself and deleted the evidence from your sent folder, returning it to where you had been looking and placed it gently next to you on the bed, leaving you none the wiser as he left you to sleep.

Stretching out and yawning when your eyes flickered open, you were quite surprised when you saw it was dark outside as you felt like you had only just fell asleep. Your stomach grumbled in confirmation that it was indeed much later than you had realised, so you jumped off the bed and headed to the kitchen in search of food.

"Ah good evening! Sleep well?"

"Yeah, I'm not usually one for taking naps like that." You chuckled as you opened up the fridge and tried to decide on what you could eat with it taking as little effort as possible.

"It's the sea air, it has a tendency to do that. There's some chicken left if you'd like?"

Gist laughed as he watched you settle on cereal, shaking the box enthusiastically and pouring yourself a hefty bowl before sitting down at the table next to him. Only now just noticing that he was partly engrossed in working on his computer, you leaned over to see what he was doing as you carried on munching, almost choking on a mouthful when you saw he was typing out some sort of code.

"You're a hacker??"

He turned the computer so you could see it better without straining your neck, amusement creeping over his face as you continued staring wide eyed whilst still spooning cereal absentmindedly.

"Not quite, although I do like to dabble from time to time. I am working on a way for you to be able to contact us about the location of the money, without anyone else knowing of course. If you call this number, it will direct you to a voicemail which I will be closely monitoring."

Wait. Your voice. Recorded?! The Assassins would find that in a heartbeat, even less if you called it from your own phone. Most assuredly NOT what you had in mind at all.

"Nope, no way, not a chance. You trying to get me caught??"

He snatched the spoon out of your hand when you started poking him with it, grabbing your empty bowl off you and dropping it in the sink before fumbling in the drawer next to it and pulling out a pre paid phone.

"You should learn to be a little more trusting. If anyone else other than your number calls it, or even tries to look it up, the programme will kick in and redirect it to one of our dummy corporations. They won't be able to listen to or bring up the call either, I have put a heavy level of security on it to prevent that from happening. Here, try it out."

Eyeing him up suspiciously as you snatched the phone out of his hand, you keyed in the number that was on his laptop and gingerly held it up to your ear when it started ringing.

"H.E.K Energies, how may I direct your call?"

Hanging up as soon as a very high pitched sing song voice rang in your ear, you dropped the phone on the table and drummed your fingers against it, still quite apprehensive about doing something that could be traced.

"We wouldn't do anything that would get you found out (name), you should realise by now. Your last mission was a success, was it not?"

Christopher rejoined you at the table after grabbing two bottles of beer out of the fridge and handing you one of them, looking rather perplexed when you scoffed and twisted the top off, rolling it in your fingers.

"Yeah, Shays part went just dandy. I however got suck there for hours while everyone got searched after the alarms went off."

"I wasn't aware of that? I shall keep a closer eye on the voicemail, you can call it if you require assistance should something like that happen again. What time did you get home?"

Chewing your lip as you thought about it for a moment, you weren't actually sure what time Haytham had dropped you off. All you knew is that it was starting to get light out, and the wretched birds stared pecking at your window the second you got in so you figured close to dawn.

"Dunno, half past four? Maybe five?"

"They kept you there for six hours?" He blurted, attempting to wipe the drip of beer off his chin with the back of his hand that he spilled in shock.

"Nah, got out about two? What's with the questions?"

Getting up and grabbing a piece of paper towel when you saw he was struggling to clean up his beard, you wafted it in front of his face but pulled it away and held it out of his reach with a smirk when he went to take it, raising your eyebrows while you waited for an answer to your question.

"Are you always this suspicious when someone talks to you? I have no ulterior motive, surely you must know by now that I'm a very chatty person."

Rolling your eyes and chuckling as you finally let him have the towel, you sat back down and propped your legs up on the table, thinking 'chatty' was such a mild word for describing the man.

"It comes with the territory, past experiences and all that. Usually someone is after something."

"Well, I can promise you I'm not after anything, other than the pleasure of your company. So what happened after you got out?"

Resigning to the fact that you were going to get your ears talked off tonight, you thought you might as well get a more comfortable seat so you dragged him into the lounge and flopped down on the sofa, throwing the numerous cushions onto the floor so you could lay back.

"Fair enough. So where were we? Oh yeah, I went back to the Mandarin first." You paused for a moment and unintentionally stared up at the ceiling, glaring at the tiles. "Then I went to see a friend, to relieve some, stress."

You looked back down with your eyebrows raised and made little kissy noises, but you soon stopped and became quite concerned as you saw Gist had suddenly gone rather pale.

"Hey, you okay? You don't look so good."

You leaned forward and laid your hand on his arm when he just stared out into the distance, his face going through a traffic light of colours- finally settling on a sickly shade of green. You gave him a little shake, which eventually snapped him out of whatever he was thinking about.

"Yes, I'm fine. Just remembered something I need to do. For the mission. I-I should go and do it now before I forget again. Good night."

You scrunched your face up as he pretty much leaped out of his seat and headed down the hallway to where his bedroom was, making you more than slightly perplexed. Did you say something wrong?! Shrugging your shoulders as you couldn't be bothered to think about it, you reached out and snatched the remote up off the coffee table and turned the Tv on, channel surfing until you found something to watch for the rest of the evening.

Standing under the awning when a huge clap of thunder rolled out through the black clouds overhead, you were quite impressed at the way Shay managed to ease the ship over the churning waters as he navigated his way through the Port of London. Grinning when you felt a hand on your shoulder, you turned around and took your bag from Gist, giving him a brief hug when he extended his arms.

"You feeling better now?"

"Quite okay little lass. We have a fair few things to do in London, but with our objectives coinciding we shall be here for as long as you are should you require passage back? You know how to get hold of me if you do, good luck my dear."

"You too!" You shouted as you leaped over the side and landed gracefully on the dock before the ship had even stopped moving.

You had quite enjoyed being in such luxurious surroundings, but now it was time for your assignment and you had to get your head in the game. Whistling loudy and waving your arm to call a black cab when you reached the front gates of the port, you jumped in quickly when the expected downpour started and gave the driver the address of Henry's place in Whitechapel. Barging through the door of the Curio shop after hurling abuse at the taxi driver for trying to vastly overcharge you; thinking you wouldn't know any better as you had just come from the port, a huge grin washed over your face as Henry poked his head round from the back room.

"Here I am to save your butt again."

Henry chuckled as he walked over and draped his arm over your shoulders, rubbing the top of your head with his knuckles affectionately.

"As I recall, it was us saving you when blighters caught you stealing those schematics? I took the liberty of clearing out your old room for you."

"Hey, that was not my fault! Jacob could have woke the dead with the amount of noise he was making."

You both burst out laughing in agreement as you walked through the back and up the stairs, nostalgia kicking in as soon you got to your room. It was almost exactly as you had left it, apart from the added desk along the back wall between the two windows with a hefty amount of surveillance equipment and monitors on it. Various kukris and other blades adorned the walls, and even your long hooded coat was still hung up on the door of the single wardrobe. Dropping your bag on the bed, the corner of your mouth twitched as you trailed your fingers over the indents in the footboard, where you and Jacob had gotten up to some rather adventurous activities after a bottle of tequila.

"Evie will be back soon, she's just finishing placing cameras in the vicinity of the warehouse that we suspect Starrick is hoarding his weapons. Tell me, how is it that you decided to stay here instead of at the hotel with Connor?"

Tugging your coat off the hangar, you pulled it on and did the buttons and belt up quickly, wafting your arms about and grinning when you found that it still fit perfectly.

"You're kidding right? You know me, always have to be where the action is!"

Henry rolled his eyes when you pulled your hood up and admired yourself in the cracked mirror on the wardrobe door, quickly turning around when he heard stomping coming up the stairs.

"Oh Greeeeenie! You need to get hold of that bloke again, one of those cameras is a dud."

All three of you tensed up when Jacob barged into the room, staring at you blankly as for probably the first time in his life, he was lost for words.

"You didn't tell him I was coming??"

Henry lowered his eyes as you put your hands on your hips and glared at him harshly before slowly undoing your coat, hanging it back up and sitting on the edge of the bed wishing that somebody would say something. You sighed as you noticed that Jacob was attempting to subtly look around for evidence of another person with you, his gaze finally settling on the single holdall that was on the bed that you had brought with you.

"I came alone if that's what you were wondering, Connor will be here tomorrow."

"Eh? I wasn't wondering anything." Jacob chuckled as he finally found his voice, smirking to himself as if he were hiding some kind of secret.

Shrugging your shoulders as if to say you didn't care when you got up, you poked Henry in his side quite hard which made him yelp before snatching the supposedly dud camera out of Jacobs hand.

"So what's wrong with it?"

"It. Does. Not. Work." He said mockingly, tapping his finger on it with every syllable.

Scowling and sticking your tongue out at him as you flipped it over and opened the compartment at the back, you grinned when you saw what was wrong with it as you now had some slight experience with these things after the ones you helped install at the homestead. Pulling your switchblade out of your jeans pocket, you set to undoing the tiny screw and releasing the wire inside, scraping off the extra piece of silicone that was blocking the power connection before fixing it back. Tossing it back to him and winking smugly before grabbing Henry's arm and encouraging him to come back downstairs; with every intention of giving him an earful for what he had done, you burst out laughing when Jacob stood there wide eyed, his head moving rapidly to and fro between you and the device.

#reader insert #modern au #shay cormac #christopher gist #henry greene #jacob frye #fanfic #assassin's creed #assassinscreed #sfw

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29 Neibolt ST (Monster Roommate AU) CH18

OH WOW LOOK WHOS FINALLY UPDATING! Its been awhile and I need to get the main plot finished before I do anything else with the holiday plot so heres the next chapter. The gang gets take out and bonds a bit over kung pao and entrails.

CHAPTER 18

Bad cop, Worse cop

“Well while we wait, Leech right? A word please.” the elder clown turned to the vampire. She went to stand and follow him but wobbled on her still busted leg. She would need fresh blood to heal it she had to kill again.

Leatherface helped her to the kitchen and sat her on a chair patting her head with a smile and walking out. Uncle Penny was very quiet it was actually making her quite unnerved. “Alright look this aint easy for me to say-”

“You want me out don't you. What? You worried I'm gonna ruin your little protege or something because he caught a case of the fucking feelings?” she spat claws drawn.

“Will you let me finish? Sheesh you're a little spitfire no wonder the kid likes ya.”

Leech hissed “Fine”

“Junior in there… my nephew…or whatever you want to call it. Look I like that kid a lot alright?” the elder clown began. He seemed to be struggling with this quite a bit “He’s a bit more of a drama queen but he's still a version of me. The kid likes you fangs he likes you a lot. Just be good to him alright?”

“Wait you.. care about him?” Leech instantly dropped her guard.

“Yeah kid, I guess I do.”

“I'm starting to see the relation now, you're both secret softies.” she gave him a devious smirk.

The elder clown grumbled and helped her up. “Don't tell nobody.”

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“Chucky does it really matter what we order were just trying to find to information” the female doll reached for her wallet that her husband was going through in search of money to pitch in for their order.

“Look we might as well get some good food outta this Tiff, and I want some of that kung pao.”

“If the doll gets chicken I want noodles” Ash spoke up slamming a $10 on the coffee table

“I'm putting in a request to keep this garlic free.” Leech shouted with a vigorous nod from Dracula.

“C-can I get orange chicken?” Jim poked his head from behind the couch.

“This aint Panda Express Jim they don't got that” Chucky grumbled getting out his own wallet.

“Get the kid sweet and sour pork” Tiff suggested.

“Ask for extra cooOOokiEs!” Penny spoke up jingling his bells as he bounced.

“Ok but do we want rice though?” Freddy called out to the rest of the gang as he repeated their orders

“Don't get it with shrimp I hate their shrimp” Uncle Penny joined in opening his own colorful wallet.

“Leatherface wants egg rolls” the giant excitedly clapped behind Leech and grunted “extra dipping sauce!” she said for him.

“What?! What do you mean you're out of the beef and broccoli what Chinese place runs out of beef and broccoli I'm calling Chin’s at least they have fucking orange chicken!” Freddy hung up the phone and dialed a different number “Hey Ken, its Fred. You got that beef and broccoli yeah?”

“Freddy were supposed to be ordering from the other place so we can find out who has the book.” the gang shouted at him.

“Oh shit. right.”

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“Never have I ever…been naked in public.” Chucky stated. The gang were all piled in the kitchen waiting for the unsuspecting delivery person to arrive.

“Oh fuck you.” Leech growled and took a drink along with tiff.

“Wait when did you go naked in public?” Chucky turned to his wife.

“Last girls night got a little uh….it got interesting,,,” Leech trailed off nervously as Penny spit out his drink. (which was just a cup of pure grenadine)

“You did what now?” the younger clown growled.

“Tiff may or may not have killed someone at a spa and then dumped the body at the Quarry” Leech laughed nervously.

“Which led to your brilliant drunk idea to wash the evidence off and hide the body in the lake”

“Look it was nice until that cop showed up! You even said so!”

“Wait you two went on a drunk murder spree and then skinny dipped after?” Chucky looked at both girls in awe.

“Well I had to swim out to the middle to sink the body and there was no way I was going to do that in my nice outfit.” Leech trailed off.

“Shit how come I'm never invited to girls night!?”

“Chucky you're the last person we’d invite to girls night.” Tiff rolled her eyes.

“Am I the first?” Penny turned to Leech excitedly.

“You're the second to last”

“Wait why am I last?”

A knock at the door broke the conversation. The monsters all went eerily silent horrible wicked grins grew on their faces.

“Ash and Jim should go upstairs.” Dracula suggested

“Wait you're not planning what I think you guys are planning are you?” Ash looked at the gang. He was still a good guy despite hanging with villains. Letting them kill some poor delivery kid was a bit over the line for him.

“Go upstairs Ashey” Freddy said clacking his knives on the chair he was in.

“I’m not ok with this”

“Sorry pal, gonna need you to stay out of this one. Bubba help me out here.” Freddy turned to Leatherface who causally walked over to ash and knocked him out cold. Leech snapped her fingers at Jim and pointed at the unconscious man. The poor servant struggled to haul him upstairs. A harder more impatient knock came at the door again. The monsters all vanished out of the room and silence fell upon the old house once more. The delivery girl pushed the door open with an eerie creak. “Um hello? I got a pretty big order here for a mister Kruger?”

The door slammed and locked behind her. She yelped in surprise dropping the bag of food.

“That bitch better not have spilt my chicken” Chucky whispered from the closet.

“Shhh Chucky!” Tiffany hissed.

“Babe I’ve been thinking about that chicken since the phone hung up the craving cant be stopped!”

“I cant remember did you get the white breast meat kind?” Leech whispered from behind them.

“Hell yeah thats the best kind!”

“Nice. I miss Chinese food”

“WILL BOTH OF YOU BE QUIET!” Tiff hissed rather loudly

“Who’s yelling in here? Girl doll, Leech stop chatting!” Penny's head appeared from between the coats

“I wasn't chatting it was Fangs and Chatty Cathy here. Also I have a name clown.” Tiff snarled.

“Yeah don't be mean to my wife Jingles!”

“All of you stop talking! How are you three this incompetent!” the clown hissed

“Hey! I’ve gotten better Pen!” Leech snapped at him, accidentally pulling the coat she was supporting herself with off the hanger and crashing into a broom.

“HELLO?!” the delivery girl called out frantically.

“Leech!”

“I needed something to hold onto! Are you're forgetting that my leg is fucked up!?” Leech hissed at Penny

“Ugh just come here lean on me”

“Aww thanks Pen~”

“Hey love birds shut your traps!”

“Watch your mouth doll!”

The door flung open and the girl shrieked. The monsters seemed slightly caught off guard all looking at one another to make a move.

“Oh hey there…uh you didn't see if the chicken survived did you?’

“You're still on about that?”

“i am craving that kung pao fangs.”

“WHAT THE FUCK WHAT ARE YOU AAAAHHHH” the girl screamed as her head was yanked back and a knife covered finger pressed into her throat.

“Wow you guys suck at this” Freddy laughed as the girl thrashed and shrieked.

“I am injured Freddy, also can you shut her up? I cant hear myself think.” Leech covered her sensitive ears.

“Yeah, yeah I’ll have Bubba tie her up”

“P-PLEASE STOP WHAT ARE YOU-“ the giant grabbed the girl around the waist and carried her away.

The delivery girl was blindfolded and strapped to a chair she couldn't see who was in the room with her but she could hear. Bells jingled around her and something growled.

“Mmmm I must say it is nice to get some take out from time” Pennywise laughed sniffing the girl.

The girl screamed and penny’s claws gripped her shirt sharply yanking her forward. “None of that dear, we just want to ask some questions. Then you can scream all you want hehehe.”

“YEAH LIKE WHY IS THERE SHIRMP IN MY RICE?” a raspy shout came from the living room.

“Alright bad cop my turn” Leech stood up to try to move Penny out of the way but doubled over in pain taking her chair to the floor with her. The clown snarled and released the girl going over to tend to his mate who was raking claw marks into the table.

“You're not going anywhere Leech just sit.”

“Pen I want to help.”

“You’re ruining my table with your helping. Sit.”

“But pen-“

“No buts Leech!”

The two monsters began to bicker and Dracula casually walked over to the poor delivery girl undoing her blindfold and gag. “You will have to excuse my associates my dear, they can be quite barbaric in their ways. Now, we have a few questions for you about your place of employment if you answer well things might turn out for the better for you.”

“W-what do you want to know?”

“YOU BREAK THE TABLE ON A WEEKLY BASIS PEN!”

“YEAH I BREAK THE TABLE! ITS MY TABLE TO BREAK NOT YOURS!”

“Pardon me for a moment dear” the elder vampire turned to the arguing pair. “*AHEM* WILL THE BOTH OF YOU EITHER REMOVE YOURSELVES TO A ROOM OR QUIET YOUR SHOUTING?”

The couple stopped immediately.

“……D-did you just tell us to get a room Drac?”

“Do you not think I am capable of making such remarks? I do live with Fred Kruger.”

“This is taking too long” the clown marched over to the girl grabbing her throat with his claws.

“WHERES THE BOOK?”

“I-I-I-I…”

“TELL ME!”

“Penny she cant speak because you're literally breaking her windpipe”

“Don't tell me how to intimidate my victims Leechie! Stop back seat scaring.”

“Hey I'm just calling it as I see it Pen”

The clown snarled at the nosferatu his claws making small cuts in the girls neck as he glared at his mate. “Your beloved is right clown she's no use to us dead” the elder vampire stated. Pennywise huffed and released the girl who began coughing and crying. Leech inhaled sharply and pushed herself up using her anger to mask the extreme pain in her leg and gut. She stumbled over to the girl and cupped her face. the elder vampire and clown watched on with interest.

“Girl, listen. We need to know if any of your coworkers meet the description of hair gel and revenge obsessed. Probably someone new in town, carries around a creepy looking book”

“T-theres A-Adam I g-guess… He doesn't seem revenge obsessed he seems rather nice really. Will you let me go now p-please?”

“See Pen? You just gotta get straight to the point and- Wait…wh-what was that name?” Leech’s eyes darkened and her blood ran cold

“A-Adam”

Bones cracked in the vampires shoulders and she pulled her hands away staring at her blood covered fingers and back at the girl. “Huh….that… thats interesting….”

“Apprentice, isn't that the name of-“ the elder vampire was cut off by Leech’s soft laughter that grew louder and frantic, her voice splitting into something demonic till the nosferatu doubled over and began shrieking.

“HAHAHAHA SEE YOU CANT HELP IT EITHER!” Pennywise shouted to her beaming with victory as his mate gave into a frenzied bloodlust.

“It seems she's been picking up your mannerisms clown” the elder vampire said to him.

“Birds of a feather.” Pennywise chuckled to himself as leech’s limbs stretched and dislocated. The nosferatu’s face changed to the large eared skeletal bat monster and her claws clacked against the kitchen tiles. The creature charged the delivery girl grabbing her face and tilting her head back. She frantically licked the cuts on her victims neck with greed and when the girl screamed Leech roared back at her in her face. The nosferatu bit down into the girls collar and began to shake her head side to side like a shark cutting out a large chunk of flesh. Pennywise grinned and let out an involuntary purr.

“Ah would you look at that! She's come so far. You must be proud of her.” Dracula said to him looking on like a father at his daughter’s graduation.

“Very.” Penny smiled dreamily. The elder vampire patted him on the shoulder and tipped his hat moving to join the rest of the house having dinner on the couch. Ash came downstairs rubbing his head going to the kitchen to fashion an icepack when he saw the murder scene unfolding in the kitchen

“What the hell happened here?”

Leech sniffed the air a chunk of flesh hung from her mouth. She turned to the human and lunged at him screeching, Ash quickly drew his shot gun and took aim. Before anything bad could happen something grabbed the vampire by the ear and sat her down. Whoever it was spoke to her harshly in Romanian and Leech felt weirdly compelled to obey turning back and landing in a squatting position.

“You need to show me how you did that vampire.” Penny turned to Dracula in earnest.

“What was I just doing?” Leech shook herself in a haze.

“You got triggered!” Freddy shouted with a mouth full of noodles. “Some guy named Adam has the book and you freaked out.”

“WHAT?”

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Gasp what a twist. Not really but I’m excited to reveal Adam the vampire to you all and the real reason Leech left him. Also Dracula shouting at night creatures to sit the fuck down in Romanian like he does with the wolf in Bram Stokers Dracula. PS: Don’t break Pennywise’s table.

#pennywise #pennywise fanfiction #pennywise x oc #pennywise x reader #it fanfiction #horror fanfiction #monster roommate au

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BNHA: Yesterday Upon The Stair, 15/?

Title: Yesterday Upon The Stair

Summary: Midoriya Izuku has always been written off as weird. As if it’s not bad enough to be the quirkless weakling, he has to be the weird quirkless weakling on top of it.

But truthfully, the “weird” part is the only part that’s accurate. He’s determined not to be a weakling, and in spite of what it says on paper, he’s not actually quirkless. Even before meeting All-Might and taking on the power of One For All, Izuku isn’t quirkless.

Not that anyone would believe it if he told them.

(Sixth Sense AU)

AO3

Midoriya Izuku has to be carried off the field. Shouto doesn’t, but it’s only by that much.

He vaguely recalls Midoriya kicking him in the face at some point. It must have happened, because why else would his left eye be swollen shut? He might have blamed the elbow, but no, the elbow was what smashed his nose. That’s fun—the slightest gust of wind sends pain shooting through his entire face.

To say nothing of the fact that he feels incredibly lopsided at the moment. He’s fine on the right, but the left side of his body is spotty with aches and pains. His left foot feels sprained, and he has to favor it to keep from falling over. He’s at least eighty-percent sure his wrist is broken. The main reason he’s still upright is that he’s already icing his ribs on the left side.

This has been… something of a learning experience.

He’s only recently started paying much attention to Midoriya, and his general impression of his classmate has thus far consisted of a short list of adjectives including but not limited to “excessively chatty,” “way too cheerful,” and “creepy beyond all reason.”

Now, he can add “pretty goddamn vicious”.

Oh, and his tongue is still bleeding. That’s uncomfortable.

Shouto shoots another quick glance at Midoriya, and grinds his teeth against the lurching feeling in his stomach. As terrible as he feels, Midoriya looks worse. His classmate’s left eye is still shut, crusted over with blood.

Midoriya catches him looking, and shows his teeth in another smile that would already be unsettling without the eye injury and streaks of dried blood. “Hey, Todoroki,” he says, before he’s carried off out of Shouto’s hearing range. “Tell your dad I said—how’s that for a disgraceful match?”

…He’s still creepy.

---

Needless to say, Recovery Girl is fit to be tied.

“I have had it up to here with you!” The school’s formidable nurse has worked herself into a tirade, and Izuku doesn’t blame her. He’s starting to lose count of how many broken bones she’s had to fix on him. “Of all the reckless, empty-headed, foolish, careless stunts—”

“I’m not sorry,” Izuku says.

That does nothing to help Recovery Girl’s temper, and it’s not meant to. It’s the truth, and no amount of her scolding—whether it’s aimed at him, or at a meek-looking Todoroki carefully rinsing his mouth with warm salt water by the sink—is going to change that.

“I didn’t say I was happy about it,” he admits. There’s gauze plastered over his left eye and blood still congealing on much of his face. His hands are a mess, and his right arm is bleeding as well as broken. Izuku isn’t sure if the ice tore into it, or he hit hard enough to literally explode his arm. He’s trying not to think too hard about it. Recovery Girl’s doing more than enough fussing and tongue-lashing for all three of them. (He half-expects Rei to get snippy with her for yelling at him, but so far all she’s been doing is staring at the tiny old lady with wide eyes.) “But honestly I’d do it again. Except try harder, probably.”

Recovery Girl glares daggers at him, and then leaves his side to finish tending to Todoroki. She’s already fixed his eye—it’s no longer swollen shut, though it still looks a bit purple.

“I think I’m fine,” Todoroki says softly.

“Todoroki, I am really not in the mood.”

“No, I mean your quirk uses my stamina, right?” Todoroki says. “I still have to fight, so—”

“If you expect me to send you back out there with hairline fractures in your wrist and your ribcage, then you have another think coming, young man,” Recovery Girl snaps.

“Okay,” Todoroki concedes. “But I still need all the stamina I can keep.”

“Spare me from reckless boys who think I’m a miracle worker,” Recovery Girl mutters. “Fine, I’ll leave your nose alone, provided you at least let me splint it.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

“I’d like to give that Present Mic a piece of my mind,” Recovery Girl goes on as she carefully examines Todoroki’s nose. “Egging you children on, making more work for me… Hold still—can you breathe normally?”

“Yes, ma’am.”

“Good. And as long as you aren’t fighting, you might as well put your quirk to good use and ice this while you can.” Todoroki winces as she fixes a small splint in place. “And speaking of your quirk—in the future, be more careful about how you use it on your classmates! A little harder, and you could have caused serious damage to Midoriya’s eye—and believe me, eyes are tricky, especially when he already has a shattered arm to worry about.”

Izuku sees Todoroki shrink in on himself, just a little, and speaks up. “It’s not his fault—”

“Oh, believe me, I’m not finished scolding you, either,” Recovery Girl grumbles. “There,” she says to Todoroki. “That will do for now.” She motions for him to leave. “Go on, now—I have at least thirty bones to rebuild in your classmate’s arm.”

Todoroki leaves without a word. On his way out he’s nearly trampled when Uraraka, Iida, Tsuyu, and Mineta come barging in, but he manages to slip past them and out of sight.

“Deku that was so intense, what the heck!” Uraraka’s voice pitches above the rest, though she’s hanging behind the other three. Mika’s wrapped in her arms, so she probably isn’t sure a cat is allowed in Recovery Girl’s medical ward.

“That was extremely reckless, Midoriya!” Iida adds. “What on earth were you thinking, continuing the fight in that condition?”

“Seriously,” says Tsuyu. “You two ripped up the arena so bad they’ve called a break to do repairs.”

“It was freaking scary!” Mineta pipes up.

But Recovery Girl is having none of it. “Out, all of you,” she says imperiously. “I’ll send him out when he’s fit to be walking around again, but until then, I need all of you out.”

His friends call out quick goodbyes before they’re shooed from the room. The only one of his friends who’s still with him is Rei, though she’s keeping well away from any medical equipment. All-Might isn’t here, though considering that both he and Todoroki got dragged in, that makes sense.

True to her word, she has to put him under while she fixes his arm. His dreams are unsettling and strange as always, and he wakes up groggy to find Rei in his face like a cat. Startled, he yelps, and feels Recovery Girl’s hand on his shoulder.

“Don’t move too much,” she warns. “Are you all right?”

“Yeah,” he says. “Weird dream.” Blinking, he looks around and sees that the room is a touch more crowded than before. All-Might and Ms. Shimura came in at some point.

“That was… quite the show, my boy,” All-Might sighs. He looks weary as he steps forward, giving Recovery Girl a generous berth. There’s a browbeaten look on his face, and Izuku is abruptly aware of how he’s probably spent the last few minutes.

“You missed it, shorty,” Ms. Shimura says, confirming his guess. “She really chewed him out.”

Izuku makes a noncommittal noise as he sits up and Recovery Girl helps him gingerly put on a shirt. He notes that his left eye is still bandaged.

“How do you feel, my boy?” All-Might asks him.

“Like I got hit by a train,” Izuku answers. “But I derailed the first car in the process, so who’s the real winner?” He winces as Recovery Girl fits a sling onto him. “I mean, it’s the train, obviously, but at least there’s a dent on the bumper. Is that the right word? Do trains have bumpers?”

“It’s called the pilot,” Ms. Shimura supplies helpfully. “Or the cowcatcher.”

“Right, cowcatcher, that’s it.”

All-Might heaves a sigh. “I can’t praise you for going so far, my boy,” he says. “I don’t want to see you destroying yourself anymore. Especially not in a mock fight.”

With his good arm, he reaches up and gently touches the gauze on his face. “Didn’t feel very ‘mock’.”

Recovery Girl lightly swats his hand away. “Your eye is fine,” she assures him gruffly. “I didn’t use my quirk on it because considering the state of the rest of you, I had to prioritize. It’s going to scar, because that’s what happens when you heal the slow way—and that’s not the only thing.” She points to his injured arm, and he looks. For the first time, he notices the scarring on his arm and hand. His fingers look slightly crooked. “There’s only so much that my quirk can do. Your arm is still perfectly functional, but permanently warped.” She glares at him, holding his gaze so that he can’t look away. “Now you listen to me. I’m not going to be healing any more injuries like this, understand?” She glares at All-Might. “This isn’t working for him. You will find another way for him to learn how to use that quirk.”

All-Might nods.

Izuku is quiet as they leave. His arm still aches, and Rei is careful to avoid touching it.

“First part of the fight was pretty damn good, though,” Ms. Shimura tells him. “It was nice to see that the past couple of weeks’ training stuck.” She pats his good shoulder. “You did good up to the part where you exploded your own arm. Really waled on that kid.”

Izuku stops in the hallway. All-Might notices immediately and pauses with him.

“The fault is mine,” All-Might says, before Izuku has the chance to speak. “True, you went too far, but if I were a better teacher, I would probably have found a way—”

“It’s not just that,” Izuku interrupts. “It’s just…” His throat feels tight. Part of him wants to cry a little, but not so much that he’s actually going to. “I feel bad for thinking this, but I just—sometimes I just wish I had a useful quirk for fighting. I mean, without One For All. Because then I could actually hold my own without…” He shoots an apologetic look at Rei. She looks sad, so he reaches over surreptitiously and gives her hand a squeeze. These are stupid, useless thoughts that he can’t help having in his low moments, and truthfully he wouldn’t trade her friendship for anything. But still.

“That isn’t your fault.”

“I know,” Izuku says. “I know, and there’s nothing I can do about it, I just…”

“Let me tell you something.” All-Might’s hand comes to rest on his shoulder. “Before I received One For All from my predecessor, I was also quirkless.”

He twitches at the ‘also’, and slowly raises his head to look at All-Might. “Really?”

“Yes.” All-Might smiles a little. “It wasn’t as rare as it is now, but it still wasn’t common.”

“You never said.” He’s not sure if he’s saying this to All-Might, or to Ms. Shimura. Did she even know? How long did she know All-Might before she died?

“You never asked.” All-Might presses his shoulder gently. “So I can understand your frustration, my boy. And, in spite of your difficulties, you have a good start. I saw you at the beginning of the match—with or without your quirk, you put up a good fight.”

Izuku grinds his teeth. “Yeah, but…”

“What’s wrong, my boy?”

“Is… is it stupid that…” He curls his left hand into a fist. “That I didn’t like how I was fighting?”

A pause. “How do you mean?”

“I mean, it felt—part of it felt good,” Izuku admits. “Because that’s the first time I’ve ever been in a straight fight where I felt like I was actually holding my own. But I had to get mean just to pull that off. I had to take advantage of things that I didn’t want to.” He points to his face. “That’s how this happened. I said something to him that was—really just cruel. I knew it was going to hurt him and I said it anyway, and that’s why he hit me like that. And that’s why I have that stupid wish sometimes, because maybe then I wouldn’t have to do stuff like that.” He shakes his head. “And it didn’t even work anyway. I wanted to win so bad. I wanted to beat him more than anything but I couldn’t just…”

“You knew something was wrong,” All-Might says. “And you couldn’t leave it be.”

“I can never leave it be,” Izuku says softly.

“I saw. Toward the end, your goal changed,” All-Might continues. “Didn’t it? You wanted to help him.”

“Someone had to.” Izuku’s voice comes out harsher than he intends. “Who else was gonna do it? Bakugou?” He grits his teeth until his head hurts. “And that’s why I can’t be sorry about how it turned out. Even if I wanted to win, even if you don’t approve, even if it was a stupid thing to do and none of his problems had anything to do with me. Because—if you know something’s wrong and you know you can do something about it, isn’t it your responsibility to help?”

All-Might is quiet for a moment. “You know,” he says at last. “I think you just summed up what it means to be a hero in one sentence.” Izuku looks up to find All-Might shaking his head with a smile. “Butting in to problems that have nothing to do with you is a cornerstone of heroics. So… while I can scold you for being reckless, and for hurting yourself so badly in the process, I can’t scold you for your reasons. I might have done the same in your place.”

“Hey, beansprout?” Ms. Shimura adds. “When he says ‘might have’, he means ‘definitely would have, in a heartbeat.’ Just thought you should know.”

Izuku smiles. His feelings on this whole mess are confusing and contradictory and hopelessly snarled, but at least he can smile when Ms. Shimura makes a joke.

They’re almost to the stadium again when he hears Rei’s warning hiss. He turns to find her stopped at the entrance to an adjoining hallway, glaring down it with her hair stirring as if in a breeze. White ghost light emanates from within her mouth.

He’s nearby, she signs, and a familiar rumbling voice drifts down the hall. There’s too much distance for Izuku to make out words, or feel the heavy pressure in his skull that he’d felt when that voice was shouting in his face. The angry one’s yelling at him. He can’t hear, but it still hurts him.

Movement flashes at one of the doorways in the connecting hall, and a familiar ghostly woman appears as if she’s been thrown out. Suzuki looks about as disheveled as an incorporeal spirit projection can look.

“Okumura, stop it!” she calls into the room. “He hasn’t done anything to you!”

“Midoriya?” All-Might’s voice draws his attention, and he realizes he’s stopped in the middle of the hallway, too. “Are you—?”

“I’ll catch up,” Izuku says. “You go on ahead, I’ll be out in a bit. I just need to check something.”

“Are you sure you—?”

“Yup.” Izuku’s already walking into the hallway, signing to Rei as he goes. Make sure he doesn’t follow me.

He’s not, is her answer. He’s walking away.

“Kiddo, what do you think you’re doing?” All-Might isn’t following him, but Ms. Shimura is. “If this is about what I think this is about, keep in mind your arm’s useless and this guy wall-slammed you less than an hour ago.”

Rei snarls at this. Suzuki hears them coming and startles a little. Izuku doesn’t blame her; it’s hard not to startle when Rei’s in a temper.

“It’s—he’s just—” Suzuki catches sight of Izuku’s face, and her own face falls. “Oh.” She wrings her hands. “You—you know the poor boy didn’t mean it, don’t you? He just…”

Izuku touches the gauze on his face and shrugs.

He steps past her to the doorway, and immediately Okumura’s voice reverberates in his eardrums.

“—and maybe this whole fucking family’s toxic. Your dad poisons everything he touches, doesn’t he?”

Todoroki’s sitting in the waiting room, frowning listlessly at the wall. He doesn’t look up when Izuku stands in the doorway, and Izuku doubts his classmate has noticed him. His nose is splinted, his face blotched purple with bruises, and he’s staring off into the middle distance as a nightmare hovers over him and spits verbal poison at him.

“Even for a snot-nosed kid, you’re pathetic,” Okumura snarls. “You, different from him? Don’t make me laugh. You run your mouth, and then ten minutes later you’re throwing your weight around just like him. Hey—did you need to take out that one kid with a fucking iceberg, or did you do it just to show everybody how big and tough you are?” He leans in close, face twisting. “And how about that kid you punched? Maybe you’ll leave him a pretty little scar just like yours.”

The tickle of fear in Izuku’s spine vanishes, consumed by white-hot anger.

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Shouto’s thoughts are dark.

It’s unavoidable, sitting by himself in an empty room with no one to talk to, no distractions, nothing to drown out the chaos in his head. At this point he’d almost welcome another talk with his father. At least he knows to treat everything he hears from that bastard’s mouth as trash. He can’t do the same with the things that his own brain has to say about him.

He doesn’t feel like he’s in control anymore.

His mind ties itself in knots just trying to remember when he stopped feeling in control. His first thought is that it was right before he stopped thinking and nearly gouged out Midoriya’s eye. Or was it before that, with the first punch Midoriya threw? Or maybe even earlier, when he lost control and hurled an iceberg at Sero.

Or maybe, he hasn’t felt in control since… ever.

Maybe he’s never been in control.

Maybe Endeavor poisons everything he touches, and Shouto’s just been living with him long enough to absorb it.

He’s pathetic. Different from his father? What a joke. After all his talk, after all his stupid vows and promises, he throws his weight around just like the old bastard. That fight with Sero—ha, “fight,” that’s a laugh. All he did was panic and lose his temper and take out his own frustration with his own problems out on someone who had nothing to do with them. How was that any different from what Endeavor was doing, dragging his family into his stupid rivalry?

And Midoriya.

He’d hit Midoriya, and that wasn’t the issue; the issue was that he hadn’t meant to. He hadn’t planned on it. It’d just happened, his body just moved, because he was angry and terrified and Midoriya’s words cut extra deep when he knew that he couldn’t say his classmate was wrong.

Maybe he’ll end up with a scar, just like me.

It’s getting hard to breathe.

“Stop it.”

Shouto starts, leaving a patch of ice on the table beneath his right hand. He looks up, caught off guard, to find Midoriya Izuku staring in his direction with the ugliest look of fury Shouto’s ever seen on him. And considering the range of expressions he saw over the course of their fight, that’s saying something. His spine crawls, and he’s caught between squirming uncomfortably in the face of that piercing glare, and being unable to look away.

Midoriya’s left eye is bandaged. It’s not quite to the same extent that Shouto’s once was, years ago, but it’s enough to be unsettlingly familiar.

It’s enough for Shouto to understand why Midoriya would look at him like that.

The crawling on his back turns to chills so cold they almost burn. His head aches with building pressure as he fidgets in his seat and finally manages to tear his eyes away. His broken nose sends twinges of pain through his skull.

“Stop what,” he says.

For a moment, Midoriya doesn’t answer him. There’s a tension in the air, thick as ice, and Shouto has to clench his fists and force himself not to fidget.

What is he supposed to say? Sorry for almost gouging your eye out, I didn’t like that you pointed out that my asshole father got me into this school and I was maybe making your hard work look pointless, my bad.

“You’re moping,” Midoriya says at last. “Which is fine. Nothing wrong with that.” He pauses. “Unless it’s about me. Is it?”

Shouto doesn’t answer. He hopes that’s enough of an answer by itself.

Another stretch of silence passes between them. Shouto keeps his eyes fixed on the table top, and doesn’t look at Midoriya’s face again.

“What do you want, Midoriya.”

He doesn’t even need to look at Midoriya’s face; he can feel his classmate’s eyes (or just one eye, now) burning a hole in the back of his head. “Just looking for my cat,” he answers, after far too long a pause.

“Oh,” Shouto says. “Well. It’s not in here.”

Midoriya lingers at the doorway a moment longer before answering. “I’ll leave you alone,” he says stiffly, and Shouto doesn’t move again until Midoriya’s footsteps are already fading away.

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Okumura was angry enough that it made him strong. Izuku could tell, because it had taken both Rei and Ms. Shimura working together to drag him away from Todoroki. He could tell, because when they did, and when Okumura had lashed out at them and at Todoroki and anything that moved within his reach, Todoroki had felt it. He’d felt something, at least, and it looked like it had hurt.

It’s a miracle that Izuku kept his temper as well as he did.

Izuku hadn’t watched Rei haul Okumura out of the room with Ms. Shimura’s help, but he wouldn’t have needed to. Okumura is making enough of a racket to lead him right to them. All he has to do is follow the screams of rage and the trail of blinking lights.

The hallway is empty of life when he catches up to them. Rei’s gone all eldritch-horror again, writhing with darkness and terror and ghost lights and twisting tendrils of black hair. The fluorescent panels nearest to them are more like strobe lights as they face off. Ms. Shimura keeps well back, with Suzuki hiding behind her.

If Okumura was in a mood before, then he’s boiling mad now. Tangling with Rei slows him down, but he still throws himself toward Izuku, trying to claw at him while Rei bites at his heels. “How dare you.” Izuku keeps walking forward.

“Midoriya,” Ms. Shimura mutters, but Izuku doesn’t stop until he’s almost nose to nose with Okumura and hissing his own venom in the poltergeist’s distorted face.

“How dare you.”

Izuku can get mad, too. He can get so mad that his eyes get hot and his heart goes stony and his voice gets cold, colder, and even colder.

“I don’t care what you have against Endeavor,” he says, and his voice doesn’t shake. He’s too angry to be anything but dead-still and calm. “I don’t care what he did to you, or how he hurt you.” His voice lowers, harsh and quiet but as steady as a headman’s axe. “I don’t care if he spat in your face in murdered you in cold blood. Don’t you ever use me as an excuse to hurt one of my classmates.”

“You’d side with that bastard’s brat?” Okumura snarls. The fear does its best to creep up Izuku’s back, but his anger turns his insides to ice, and the cold makes him numb.

“He has nothing to do with your grudge,” Izuku spits back. “Our match had nothing to do with your grudge. So don’t you dare use it to bully him.”

Okumura gives a wordless growl.

“Why do you hate him so much?” Izuku demands. “Endeavor. What did he do? How did he cause your death?”

At first, the furious ghost doesn’t answer beyond more twisted screaming. Izuku waits until he gets some of that rage out of his system. He’s a patient person, and after a minute or so, it pays off.

“They had us cornered,” Okumura replies, his voice choked and raspy. “The police had us cornered. What we did was stupid, and we knew it. We knew it.” His voice changes. The shadows settle. His face settles. For a moment, Izuku sees a man—he’s young, even younger than Aizawa-sensei. He looks less angry than frustrated. Sad. “We were desperate. We were tired. We were…” He stiffens and twists, as if the memory causes him physical pain. Maybe it does. “We were scared. We wanted to stop. We were ready to stop. We were ready to give up, turn ourselves in.” His voice catches, and he steels himself again. The shadows gather around him once more, and his face flickers and melts back into a nightmare. “And then he showed up.”

“Endeavor,” Izuku says softly.

“It took too long for him. He got impatient. He broke the standoff, and everyone spooked. He turned it into a shootout. I ran away, and someone shot me in the back.” His form flickers, and for an instant Izuku can see the hole in his chest where the bullet punched right through. “I don’t know who shot me. Maybe it was some cop. Maybe it was one of my buddies. But I don’t care. I’m dead because of him.”

“But not because of Todoroki,” Izuku says flatly. “I’m sorry. That wasn’t fair to you. You should’ve had the chance to surrender, and he was wrong to take that away from you. But Todoroki had nothing to do with what happened to you.”

“Like father, like son. It’ll happen again. The bastard raised his brat to hurt people.”

“I don’t believe that,” Izuku retorts. “And even if that was true, it’s none of your business what he does. It has nothing to do with you, and you have no right to talk about him like that when you’re mad at Endeavor for taking away your second chance.” He is angry still, and he lets it burn in his eyes while his mouth stretches into a smile that shows all his teeth. “Leave him alone, or I’ll make you sorry you didn’t move on the second you died.”

A growl rumbles deep within the poltergeist, and he vanishes the moment Izuku blinks.

On instinct, he checks his surroundings. His classmates thus far have been more tolerant than the ones in his previous schools, but the last thing he wants is for someone to walk in on him spitting threats into empty air.

The hallway around him is devoid of life.

Izuku takes a deep breath, and lets it out again.

“Holy shit, kid,” Ms. Shimura whispers.

“That was…” Suzuki’s voice trails off.

“Ballsy,” Ms. Shimura finishes for her.

Izuku rubs his face with his good hand, careful not to disturb the bandaging over his eye. He feels tired. “I’m going out to the bleachers,” he says. Maybe Uraraka or Iida won’t mind if he dozes off on one of their shoulders.

Or maybe the excitement of the matches will wake him back up, or at least distract him from everything and let him forget for a while how heavy the dead can be.

#boku no hero academia #fanfiction #my hero academia #tales from the pit #deku sees dead people

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