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Chapter 2: The Scariest Night Of The Year

Raining Hellfire: Season One | Season Two

Raining Hellfire: Season Two

Word Count: 6938 words

Warnings: swearing, trauma flashbacks, flashbacks, mention of sexuality realisation, illusions to e/d, billy making reader uncomfortable/ hints of sexual harassment, mentions of past toxic relationship, just a whole load of angst and pain my friends pls enjoy

[A/N: so this is a heavy one, please make sure you've checked the warnings before proceeding! finally revealing what happened to reader in the past with this so hopefully it's all starting to make more sense now?]

The Scariest Night Of The Year

Walking to school, you tried not to think about yesterday’s experience. Actually, you tried not to think of anything that happened.

Your visions of a giant shadow towering over Hawkins weren’t as scary as the reminder that you got into Billy’s car. Nothing happened, thank god, but you still felt guilty. Billy had spoken to you before you left his car, however, and the words had sent a chill down your spine. You had told yourself to stay away from him and to tell Eddie the truth. You did neither of those things.

“Hey, beautiful.”

Your boyfriend smiled up at you, standing from the patch of grass and bringing your lips to his. You felt a pang of misery in your heart, knowing that you were keeping so many things from a boy that adored you almost as much as you adored him.

“Hey…” You tried to reply with a smile but he saw right through you.

“What happened?” He brought his hands to your cheeks, swaying your head and making you giggle from the random action, “Your face only looks like that when something bad happened.”

“I don’t have a face for that.” You argue, trying to keep up the charade of happiness.

“Yes you do. Your mouth purses slightly and…” He traces your pursed lips with his finger, hand still cupping your cheek, “It shifts ever so slightly to the side.”

“How dare you know me so well.” You squint, making him laugh. “Fine. You got me. Something… something happened.”

“I knew it.” He smirked, his arm sitting comfortably on your shoulder as you started your trek to school. “Is it… do you wanna talk about it?”

“I…” You took a deep breath. Stop keeping secrets, Y/n, you told yourself, “I was walking home after school yesterday and I- I kinda zoned out for a second. And then Billy-”

“Billy? He was with you?” Eddie raised an eyebrow but his arm never left your shoulders. In fact, you thought you could feel him pull you closer.

“No, not at first.” You shake your head, “I don’t know what happened but I think I freaked myself out a bit. You know me and my vivid imagination.” You nervously chuckle and you bring your hand up to clasp his. “He offered me a ride to my uncle’s and I said yes.”

“Hm.” He nodded, turning his head to focus on the pavement.

“And I wanted to tell you that nothing happened.” You quickly add, scared you may have said something wrong. “He just drove me straight there. I didn’t even talk to him. If anything, I basically got a free ride in complete silence.”

That seemed to calm him a bit as he planted a kiss on the top of your head, “As long as you got home safe.”

You smiled up at him, some relief in your candour. Yet, you still felt the guilt stirring in your stomach. The words you spoke… that wasn’t the whole truth.

"You can keep pretending, Y/n... but I know the truth. I know what you did."

You could see Hawkins High clearly now, the busy horde of students fluttering around. Before you crossed the street, you swore you could hear the Ghostbusters theme song approaching you. Eddie seemed to have heard the same since you both simultaneously turned, taken aback at the sight of three boys riding their bikes all dressed up.

Mike, Dustin and Lucas pass you, too busy enjoying their Halloween antics to notice you stood there.

“Uh… are they...” Eddie pointed at them, not sure if he was seeing things correctly.

“In Ghostbusters costumes? Yep.” You nodded, tilting your head at the sight.

“Do they know...”

“That no one else is dressing up?... Nope.” You wince as you both walk up to the high school, the Ghostbuster cosplayers happily riding into embarrassment.

“Maybe people with think it’s cool?”

“Even your voice doesn’t believe that.” You laugh, giving him a quick peck on the cheek. “I have to run, I promised I’d help set up for the biology experiment.”

“Y/n, the hero no one knew they needed.” He smiled that beautiful grin that always made you melt. “See you after school? We have a good three hours together before I need to head off for Hellfire.”

“It’s a date.”

Your study period was spent sat in the library with your Walkman on, focusing on the notes in front of you. You had so many distractions yet the only thought running around your mind was Max and Billy.

It was as if your brain was rejecting the idea of Max, your sister, actually being here. Hawkins. The exact same town for the first time in around 4 years. And you had missed her like crazy.

You weren’t sure how to cope when you left her behind. All you could do was attempt to distract yourself, focus on school and make friends. In fact, when the party came into your life, you felt like a sister again; something to focus all your energy on. And when El joined… you created a small bond and it hurt how much she reminded you of Max sometimes. It hurt even more when El disappeared. It was like you had lost your sister all over again.

Billy… he was something else entirely. He wasn’t someone you necessarily wanted to forget but that didn’t mean you wanted him here. You had grown up together, his parents moved in next door when you were just 2 years old. From play dates to sneaking out of the house to meet, he was your closest friend. But everyone grows up eventually.

Your parents slowly saw you as a burden, Billy’s mom was threatening to leave which made his dad angry. When you left California, his mom was in the hospital for unknown reasons. You didn’t know what happened between him and his dad but Billy was already showing the effects of his father’s behaviour.

And you couldn’t ignore that Max and Billy being in Hawkins meant your own mother was here with them. She didn’t even call.

“Hey, Mayfield.”

The desk shook as Steve slumped down into the seat opposite you. Reluctantly taking off your headphones, you returned his smile with a glare. It was still weird to you that you were both good friends again. The past was repeating itself lately.

“Why are you calling me that?” You ask. He wasn’t wrong, you were a Mayfield. It was on your birth certificate and everything. It didn’t mean you were use to someone addressing you with it.

“I thought since your sister was here…” He clocked your unamused expression and cleared his throat. “Yep, got it. Won’t do it again.”

“No, it’s fine.” You sighed. You let out a yawn and brought your head to the table. It sounded a thump and only then did you realise that you hit the wooden surface with more force than you intended.

“As funny as that was, I feel like I shouldn’t make fun of someone with a head trauma.” He laughed anyway, proud of his joke.

“Ha. Ha.” Your words were muffled by the table.

“Not sleeping well?” He asked. You looked up to see him unpacking his bag, textbooks filling the space in front of him.

“Not even a bit.” You responded, eyeing the contents of his bag, “Are those books?”

“Don’t look so surprised.”

“Sorry, I just didn’t realise you could read.”

“You are an awful human being, Mayfield.”

“Yeah? Go cry about it.”

As you were arguing, another familiar face joined the table.

“Hey.” Nancy said quickly, smiling at Steve and laying her own books on the table.

“Hey, Nance. I didn’t know you had a study period.” He smiled back, anxiously glancing towards you.

“She has one every Wednesday, birdbrain.” You shook your head, not missing the curious glance Nancy gave you. Sure, you weren’t ready to talk to her but you were taking it one step at a time. She was surprised that you’d remembered.

“Birdbrain? Really?” Steve rolled his eyes, silently celebrating the small hint of interaction between you and his girlfriend.

“Would you prefer hair-head?” You suggest with an innocent smile.

“No I would not.”

“I disagree, I think you would, hair-head.”

“Are we studying for this Literature exam?” Nancy interrupts with a small chuckle, looking between you both.

“Uh…” You did your best to look at Nancy, practically straining muscles in your body to force your eyes onto her.

“Yeah. Shakespeare. What a… weirdo.” You try, cringing at your own words.

“I won’t argue with you there.” She replied, a hint of a smile laying on her lips.

“It would be nice if he could speak English.” Steve muttered to himself, loud enough for you both to hear.

It caused you and Nancy to look at eachother with amused grins, not even giving it a second thought. Something panged in your heart. You missed her, you’d admit that much.

After a while, a comfortable silence fell onto the group. Each focusing on study notes, you continued studying. You did your best to not think about California. But Max and Billy brought both the good and the bad memories with them. More lies that you were keeping from the people you cared for.

The scrape of Nancy’s chair caught your attention. Steve looked to the noise for a moment before returning to his notes. Your eyes followed Nancy as she walked over to the pencil sharpener.

“Hey, Y/n!” Nancy calls out, catching up to you as you left the high school.

You had met her about a week ago when she showed you around the school. You slowly became friends that day, both of you excited when you realised you were now neighbours.

“Hi, Nance.” You reply with a smile as she loops her arm into yours.

“Wanna come over today? It’ll just be us two, Barb can’t make it since her parents are taking her out to look at colleges.” She stated, adjusting the bag on her shoulder.

“Colleges? Already?” You wondered if that was something you were meant to be looking at. You hadn’t even given a single thought about where you would want to go. You were set on your graduation plan to fly back to California.

“Yeah, her parents just want her to be super prepared. I mean, I don’t think I know where I wanna go yet.” She shrugged, calming your mind.

You both walked to the house, chatting about school and mindless gossip that had been floating around. The more time you spent with Nancy, the happier you started to feel.

You watched her as she ran up the porch steps, fishing out her keys and fiddling with the lock. In that moment, you felt something familiar swirl in your stomach.

It wasn’t until you were sat in her room, watching Nancy’s eyes light up as she was telling a story, that you understood what that feeling really was.

Butterflies.

Nancy froze and you almost missed it.

You had turned for one second when you caught a flash of short ginger curls cross the room. At first instinct, you had dismissed it as Barb walking around the library. Until the feeling of dread washed over your body. You had looked back to Nancy and seen that she had noticed it too. Except, she was still staring, not even paying attention to what she was doing.

Which is how you found yourself leaving the table and approaching her.

“Nancy?” You put a hand on her shoulder and she suddenly snapped out of it, looking to you with a face of… guilt. “Are you okay?”

“Uh…” She shook her head before she noticed the hand on her shoulder, her face twisting in confusion. You removed your hand, clearing your throat.

“I saw it too.” Your voice was quiet and you heard footsteps approaching.

“What’s going on?” Steve asked, concerned. He had noticed the two of you gone and found you huddled in the corner, “Are you both okay?”

Nancy took a deep breath. Before she opened her mouth, she glanced between the two of you. You realised you weren’t wanted.

“I should go.” You announced, walking away quickly from hushed protests. You weren’t ready to talk yet.

You stood by Eddie’s van, patiently waiting for your boyfriend to finish his class. You were fortunate enough to be let out early since you completed your exam with 10 minutes to spare.

As you leant against the metal, you watched the flood of students leaving the building, eager to run home and pretend like they didn’t have homework so they could attend Tina’s Halloween party later. You weren’t sure why you agreed to go the event, you and Tina have spoken probably twice in the whole four years you had been here but she was so eager to invite everyone she could. Your condolences to her parents when they see the mess she’ll have made.

A few more minutes passed by and you let out an audible sigh, contemplating if you should sit down and listen to music.

“Waiting on your freak of a boyfriend?”

You didn’t need to look up to know the snarky voice belonged to the insufferable creature that was Billy Hargrove. Rather than engage in conversation, you kept your mouth shut and crossed your arms.

“Oh, is that how it is, eh?” He walked up closer to you, taking a moment to smile at a girl walking by. He stretched his arm and leant it against the side of the van. To anyone else, it looked like a comfortable conversation. But you knew he was just making sure you couldn’t escape.

“You going to the party?” He continued. You could feel his eyes scanning your body.

“Go away.” You finally said, turning your head away from him and staring at the entrance. Where the hell was Eddie?

“What happened to friendly Y/n from last night?” He pouted, smirking.

“Stop making it sound like something happened.” You rolled your eyes. There was a quiet eruption of giggles from a group of girls a few feet away from you, amused at the sight of you rejecting Billy.

“Huh. That’s funny ‘cause I remember it differently.” He leant in closer, so close you could feel his breath on your cheek, taking in the faint fumes of smoke.

“That’s because you’re delusional.”

“Didn’t you feel it, Y/n?” He ignored your comment, twisting his body so he could catch you if you ran. “You can’t leave feelings like that behind in California.”

Before you could respond, Max skated up to you both, hopping off her board and picking it up in one motion. She notices you stood there and a smile begins creeping onto her lips. As she was about to speak, Billy cut her off.

“You’re late again.” He growled, finally stepping away from you to move to his car.

Max looks at you, defeated, before following him. You took a few steps with her, your protective side showing.

“Yeah, I had to get catch-up homework.” She replied with a low voice, not wanting to anger him.

“Jesus, I don’t care.” He turns his head to her, barely registering her existence, “You’re late again, and you’re skating home. Do you hear me?”

“Don’t talk to her like that.” You finally interrupt, side stepping so you blocked Billy’s view of Max.

“I’ll do whatever the hell I want. You haven’t been anything to her in the past 4 years.” He spat, leaning against the bumper of his car and scanning the school grounds, “It’s your fault we’re here.”

Max just glares at him, opening the car door and sliding in. Billy turns to you again, his eyes drifting across your body.

“Stop doing that.” You order, crossing your arms again. It was an involuntary reaction.

“Can’t help it. You got hot.” He smirked, his gaze shifting to something behind you, “Have fun with the freak.”

He got into the car, revving the engine before reversing out of the parking space. Just as he began to drive away, you caught a glimpse of Max through the window. She gave you a subtle wave with a small smile, quick enough for Billy not to notice and you let out a sigh of relief. She didn’t hate you.

“Hey, what’s going on?” Eddie appeared by your side, frowning at the Camaro that had sped away from where you were standing.

“Just catching up with a dick of a human.” You mumble, turning to him and trying your best to smile. “What kept you?”

“Ah, well, I had some homework that I may or may not have forgotten to hand in.” He grinned at you, cringing slightly at his mistake.

“Need me to help you?” You raise your eyebrows at your boyfriend. God you adored that man but he never put any effort into his school work.

“Nah, it’s fine. Maybe some other day. Ready to go?” He dismissed your offer and led you to his van, opening the door for you.

He always changed the subject when you brought up helping him with school. You had the feeling he was embarrassed and didn’t want to show it.

Eddie turned on the stereo, blasting out some music you didn’t recognise.

“What’s this?” You question, turning the knob higher.

“Take a guess.” He sent you a mischievous smile, his eyes on the road.

“Um…” You tried to think, but every time you thought of a band the sound just didn’t match. “I give up, who is it?”

“A little band called Corroded Coffin.” He responded so quietly you almost didn’t hear him.

“What?!” You squealed, cranking the volume before throwing your arms around him and planting a kiss on his cheek.

“Woah! Woah! Let’s try not to crash the bat mobile, yeah?” He laughed, his cheeks blushing pink.

“I can’t believe you finally have your own demo tape!” You smiled brightly, bobbing your head along with the rhythm.

You were so wrapped up in admiration for your boyfriend that you missed the way Eddie was looking you.

Like you were the only person in the world for him.

“Hey, so if you find yourself with, like, loads of candy…”

You suggest, leaning forward from the back seat to look at Will with your puppy eyes. Eddie had left to attend his clubs half an hour earlier than he expected so you got to spend some time at the Byers house before Jonathan drove you and Will out.

“Y/n, stop trying to rob my brother of his well-earned candy.” Jonathan gently pushed your forehead away, Will giggling beside him in the passenger seat.

“I wasn’t trying to rob him, that’s a little dramatic.” You rolled your eyes, poking your head in between the seats again. “I was merely suggesting that if he has, I don’t know, a few spare bars of chocolate that he should donate to the less fortunate.”

“You have a bag full of candy right now that you stole from your uncle.” Jonathan raised an eyebrow, eyeing the small bag sat beside you in the rear view mirror.

“Hey, I didn’t steal anything. I simply borrowed with no means to return it.” You shrugged, Will laughing again. You instinctively smiled, glad to be the one making him giggle.

“I think that’s literally the description of stealing.” Will said between giggles, Jonathan grinning as he drove.

“Excited to be trick or treating? I love the costumes.” You rested your arm on the back of Will’s seat as he shifted to look at you.

“Yeah! My mom made it for me.” He beamed, more than happy with the result of Joyce’s sewing.

“It’s gonna be fun.” Jonathan nodded, glancing at Will. Joyce had made him promise to tag along with Will all night. In the end, you decided to join him. You didn’t want to show up to Tina’s party if you didn’t have him with you.

“I hope it doesn’t suck!” You mimicked Bob’s earlier Dracula impression, using your fingers as fangs.

Will laughs at your accent. Bob was Joyce’s new boyfriend and he was a really sweet guy. He was great with Will and he made Joyce happy, there really wasn’t anything wrong with him. Jonathan didn’t think the same, however.

“I just don’t get what she sees in him.” Jonathan commented, shaking his head.

“What?” Will looks to his brother while you returned your arm to the back of his seat.

“Bob.”

“At least he doesn’t treat me different.” Will shrugged, sighing. “I mean, I can't even go trick-or-treating by myself. It's lame.”

“What? You think Y/n and I are lame?” Jonathan joked.

“Don’t say that.” You patted Jonathan’s shoulder, “He’s definitely just talking about you.”

“Shut up.” Jonathan chuckled.

Will gave a small smile before shrugging again. “No, but it's not like Nancy's coming to watch over Mike, you know?”

Jonathan just sighs. You could tell he was torn. He wanted nothing more than to let his brother be a normal kid again, to spend time with his friends and pretend like last year never happened. But he also knew that Will couldn’t be normal again, not since the Upside Down. He was still getting nightmares and all Jonathan could do was protect him and make sure he never loses his brother again.

The distant shouts from Dustin welcoming your arrival filled in the silence, Jonathan honking the car horn in response. You reached for your car door and were about to get out when Jonathan gently grabbed your arm, motioning for you to wait outside. You nodded, glancing at Will before you greeted the other three Ghostbusters.

You walked over to find Lucas using a sheet to attack the others. You decided it best not to question what was happening.

“Y/b!” Dustin walked up to you with a smile, his hand held out ready for your handshake.

“Damn, I think we’ve gotten better at it.” You smile after the last fist bump. “Any chance one of you nerds will be so kind as to grab me some candy?”

You wiggle your eyebrows, catching a rare smile from Mike. He hadn’t been his usual self since El disappeared.

“Anything for you.” Lucas spoke, his friends looking to him in disgust.

“Dude, way out of your league.” Dustin responded, rubbing his forehead in disappointment.

“Yeah, like not even the same planet as your league.” Mike agreed as he pulled a face.

You heard the car door slam as Will happily ran to his friends, he gave you a quick hug goodbye as they all set off for trick-or-treating.

“Changed your mind?” You ask Jonathan, sliding into the passenger seat as he watched his brother walk away with the rest of the party.

“He deserved a normal day.” He simply said, turning to you.

“So… party?” You give a little dance, Jonathan cringing as a laugh escaped his lips.

“Fine. As long as you just stop doing whatever the hell you’re doing.” He finally caved with a laugh, pulling out of the driveway.

“We don’t even have costumes.” He pondered, eyebrows scrunched.

“That is where you are wrong, my friend.”

He glanced at you with a raised eyebrow as you reached toward the back seat, rummaging in your bag before pulling out exactly what you needed.

“Here.” You placed a fedora on his head before tightly pulling on your own beret, smiling at him.

“What the hell are we supposed to be?” He laughed, checking himself out in the side mirror.

“Bonnie and Clyde.” You answer, striking a pose.

“Of course we are.”

The music was unbearably loud as you parked outside Tina’s house.

To describe the scene you saw simply; it was a hot mess. Drunk teens ran around the front garden, some collectively watching a beer chug. And toilet paper was thrown ludicrously across the porch.

“Can we go yet?” Jonathan muttered, raising his eyebrows at you when someone ran out of the house streaking.

“How about we go in, steal some food, then leave.” You suggest as you both walked towards the house.

“Did you not eat today? Why are you so hungry?”

“Uh… can a girl not want free food?” You laugh nervously, pulling your jacket closer around your torso. You didn’t have the guts to tell him that you haven’t been eating well since last year’s experience.

You both entered the party, immediately regretting your decision. The inside was somehow worse than the manic display outside. You could barely move through the house without crashing into someone, most people too drunk to even care.

“Uh, excuse me?” You say to the couple blocking your path, occupied with sticking their tongues down each other’s throats. “Okay. Never mind. Let me just…”

You awkwardly ducked below their arms, separating them as you cut through. They didn’t seem overly bothered since they just continued with what they were doing when you left.

“Can we go now?” Jonathan yelled from behind you. You grabbed his hand and pulled him into a quieter corner, both of you breathing a sigh of relief as your ears silently rejoiced.

“I-” You started before Jonathan was temporarily distracted.

“Nice costume.” A girl said, approaching Jonathan. Your eyes widened, hiding a smile.

“Huh?” Jonathan was clearly confused.

“Nice costume.” She repeated. You weren’t sure if she was dressed up or just an actual goth but she was rocking it.

“Oh, uh, yeah.” He stammered. “I’m going as a guy who hates parties.”

He smiles, making her laugh.

“And to think I spent so much time on our costumes.” You huff, crossing your arms in sarcastic disappointment.

“Are you two supposed to be Bonnie and Clyde?” She asked, looking between you both.

“Yes! See? I told you these hats were all we needed.” You grin while Jonathan rolls his eyes.

“So, are you two together?”

“No!” You quickly say, Jonathan jumping slightly at your sudden outburst. “I mean, no. No, we’re not. Just friends.”

You smile at the girl, stepping back to give Jonathan a chance.

“I’m Samantha.” She laughs, extending her hand to him. You turn away to conceal the massive grin on your face.

“Uh, Jonathan.” He returns the hand shake.

You turn back to see that Jonathan’s gaze had drifted across the room. You follow, seeing that he had noticed Steve and Nancy dancing together. And Nancy was drinking.

“Shit.” You mutter. Nancy never drank.

“You okay?” Samantha asks, leaning forward to catch Jonathan’s eyes. He was losing her.

“Uh… Samantha, is it?” You quickly interject. Your friend deserved a shot at least. “Did you know Jonathan is a photographer? Cool, right? Talk about it, have fun.”

You subtly push Jonathan closer to her before walking away, not missing the panicked glare he gave you before he returned to conversation.

Walking over to the kitchen, you pick up a red solo cup, searching the table for something suitable. You finally found a can of Coke and poured it in. You weren’t planning on drinking tonight. The last time you drank at a party, the police were involved in a murder investigation and you were sent away.

“No, no, no!” You heard Steve’s voice, causing you to turn and for Nancy to bump into your shoulder.

“Woah!” You react, barely saving your drink from the impact.

“No, you’ve had enough, okay?” Steve sounded desperate as he tried to drag Nancy away from the punch bowl.

You just stood there, staring at the sight. The creepiest wave of deja-vu washed over you.

Lillian.

“Lillian, please stop. You’ve had enough, okay?” You beg your best friend as she chugs down another drink. Even you had lost count of how many she’s had.

“Fuck off. You don’t own me.” She spat, scooping up more liquid from the punch bowl with her cup.

“I’m serious!” You grab at the drink pulling it away from her. She turned to you and practically growled.

“Why?! Why are you ruining my fun? Shouldn’t you be over there fucking your boyfriend or something?” She yelled and the party went quiet. The music still blared but the conversations surrounding you had halted.

“Lil-”

“No. No, you…” She stumbled as she took a step towards you and you managed to catch her before she pushed you away. “You are a fucking mess, Y/n Mayfield.”

“What are you talking about?” You raised your voice, annoyed at your best friend’s allegations.

“You can’t even decide.” She mumbled so that only you could hear. You understood what she was saying. The biggest decision in your life had come down to two things. And you weren’t ready to let either go.

“You are a fraud, Y/n Mayfield.” She shouted again, wobbling as she tried to stand as still as she could. “A. Fucking. Fraud.”

“Can we talk about this inside?” You ask, gently reaching out to grab her hand.

“No! No! No!” She practically screamed, catching anyone’s and everyone’s attention. “The people should know who you really are!”

“Lillian.” You warned, lowering the arm that still held the red solo cup. She caught sight of the drink, licking her lips.

“She’s been lying to you folks!” She span around sloppily, announcing her words to the gathering people. “The birthday girl has been harbouring…” She slurred her words, catching herself, “She’s been keeping a deep… dark… secret.”

“Don’t do this.” You glared at her. You’d never seen this side to her in your whole life. Your anger was clouding your judgement now, not seeing how justifiable her actions are.

“Then give me back my drink.” She tilted her head to you, moving closer and extending her arm.

“No.” You stayed stubborn, holding the cup behind you.

“Give it to me!”

She ran at you with both her arms outstretched, clawing at your shoulder to turn you. You screamed in response, struggling against her attack. In the chaos, Lillian’s fingers caught your hair, pulling as hard as she could. You dropped the cup from the sudden surge of pain to your head, trying to release yourself from her grasp. She only pulled harder. So you did the only thing you could.

You didn’t remember doing it.

You pushed her.

And she fell.

Straight into the pool.

“Y/n, a little help?”

Steve’s begging brought you back to focus. You put your drink down, moving closer to Nancy with a shaky breath.

“Nancy, slow down-” You attempt before someone pulls you back. The smell of cigarettes and beers clouded the air around you.

“Hypocrite.” Billy sneered, his mind taking him back to your very last party in California.

“Back off, man.” Steve pulls you away from Billy.

In doing so, he tugs you a little too hard as he sends you crashing into Nancy. The cup in her hand tilts and red liquid splashes onto her shirt.

“Shit.” You turn to try and help her but she runs away, ignoring Steve’s protests. At that moment he looks torn. Should he go help Nancy or stay here and protect you from Billy?

“Do us a favour and run off to your little girlfriend.” Billy sizes Steve up, moving uncomfortably close to you. “Y/n and I will have fun without you.”

“Go.” You mouth to Steve. He lets out a sigh of frustration before following your advice and running after Nancy.

“You can just fuck off.” You walk away from Billy, searching the room for Jonathan. You wanted to get the hell out of here and you hoped that he did too. Not that you wouldn’t be happy for him if he and Samantha were hitting it off but you desperately needed a ride.

You were trying to edge your way to the corner you left Jonathan in when Billy grabbed you from behind, pulling your shoulders towards him and pushing you against the wall so you were face to face.

“Get off me!” You yelled, attempting to shove him away from you.

“Come on, Y/n. For old time’s sake?” His words were slurred and he started leaning into you, both arms on either side of you, blocking you in.

“Billy, you’re drunk. You’re drunk, okay? Don’t do this.” You tried reasoning with him. Billy was a lot of things but he would never sexually harass someone. At least, the Billy you knew wouldn’t.

“You left me.” He whispered so quietly, you almost missed it. He dipped his head, heading for your lips and you shouted in frustration.

“No!”

Suddenly he was thrown away from you, stumbling backwards from the sudden impact. You opened your eyes to see Billy glaring. His anger wasn’t directed towards you.

“Harrington.” He growled, wiping his mouth, “That was a private invitation.”

“You better back the fuck off before I make you.” Steve threatened, moving in front of you.

“Wanna bet?”

You could see Steve’s hands curl into fists, tight enough to leave his knuckles white. Your eyes widen. There was no way Steve Harrington was about to get into a fight for you.

As much as you liked Steve, you knew he wouldn’t win. So, instead, you gently placed your hand on his shoulder. He let out a breath and slowly his hands were rested at his sides. He glanced back at you before a smirk landed on his face. You knew that smirk well; he had an idea.

“Hey!” Steve shouted over the music, everyone around you turning to see what ‘King Steve’ had to say, “Who wants to see the new Keg King down some shots?!”

Everyone roared in applause, swarming around Billy and chanting. In the chaos, Steve grabbed your hand and pulled you away from the scene. He kept going until you were finally out of the house and led you to the end of the driveway before he stopped and dropped your hand.

“What the hell was that?” He turned on you before you got the chance to thank him.

You were at a loss for words, causing him to take off his sunglasses and pinch the bridge of his nose. You couldn’t ignore how red his eyes looked, like he had been crying.

“Are you-” You started before he let out a breathy laugh.

“You were almost assaulted by Hargrove and you’re asking me if I’m okay?” He said, exasperated. It looked like he’d had a rough night.

“Where’s Nancy?” You asked tentatively, assuming that something had happened between them. You assumed right.

“Went home with her new boyfriend.” He scowled, walking down the path a little further before he sat defeated on the curb of the pavement. You gave him a few seconds before joining him.

“Jonathan?” You sounded unsurprised. He looked to you, tightening his lips at the name.

“Hm. I guess I should have seen it coming.” He replied with a quiet voice.

Seeing him like this, ‘King Steve’ as everyone called him, you couldn’t help but feel sympathetic. You’ve seen how hard he’s been trying lately to be a better boyfriend for Nancy.

“She said it was all bullshit.” He continued, under his breath so you barely caught the words. “Everything. Even me.”

“She was drunk.”

Steve laughed dryly, shaking his head and looking at you.

“What?” You ask, furrowing your brows.

“She treated you like shit yet you’re still defending her.”

“I-” You sighed. He was right. Nancy… she wasn’t the same anymore.

“You never answered my question.” Steve spoke again, looking out onto the empty road.

“What question?”

“Are you okay?” He turned his brown eyes back to you, running a hand through his hair.

“Truthfully?” You try to smile but end up letting out a shaky laugh, leaning forward. “I’m… I’m fucking awful.”

A weight lifted in your chest, shoulders slumping with a deep sigh. Finally admitting it.

“What happened between you two?” Steve’s full attention was on you now, his forehead crinkled in concern. He connected the dots. “Did you two...”

You sighed again, leaning back with your arms outstretched behind you for support.

“He’s my ex boyfriend.”

Steve visibly stilled. He wasn’t expecting that.

“Back in California.” You continued, still not looking to the boy next to you. You didn’t want the judgement. “He was different back then.”

“What happened?” You felt Steve shift closer, trying to comfort you the best he could while respecting your boundaries.

“What didn’t happen?” You laugh sadly, glancing at him. “We grew up. He started getting angrier. More violent. Maybe it was something to do with his dad, but I don’t know. I, on the other hand… I got weaker. Never tried to stop him. I guess I just stopped caring about myself.”

“Y/n…”

“No. No, it’s fine. Because it’s over. Or…” You shift your gaze behind you, staring at the house. “I thought it was over. I changed. After California, coming here… it changed me. But... maybe- maybe I’m still that same scared little girl.”

“I don’t think you ever were.” Steve said quickly and you looked to him in curiosity. “Not the Y/n I know. Even when you moved here you were brave. Especially with the whole Tommy and Carol thing. You stood your ground, just like you did with Billy back there.”

You just stared at him, surprised at the words filling the air. You hadn’t expected Steve Harrington to be the one comforting you.

“Thanks.” You break the silence, patting Steve’s shoulder, “And I’m sorry about Nancy. Even if she was drunk.”

“Maybe she’s right.” He decided, slowly nodding. “After everything that happened last year… our relationship just hasn’t been the same.”

“It’s late.” You stand up, offering a hand to Steve which he accepted, lifting himself from the concrete. “You should talk to her tomorrow. Don’t phase her out, you… you deserve an explanation.”

“Yeah. You wanna ride home? I assume you got a lift here with…” He waved his hand, not wanting to speak his name.

“Thanks, let me find my keys.” You stick your hand into your pocket but didn’t feel the metal object brush against you. You tried the other pocket. Nothing. “Shit.”

“What’s wrong.”

You looked back at the party, frowning. Realisation dawned on you. The keys were in your pocket and a particular someone was close enough to find them.

“Fuck. I think Billy swiped them.”

“Asshole. I’ll-” Steve began marching back but you held your arm out, blocking the path.

“No, it’s fine, I’ll use the back door. There’s a spare key in the light.” You explained. Your uncle had lost his keys from drunken nights so many times it was a necessity.

“Is your uncle home?”

“Uh…” Your mind went back to the note he left on the counter. “No? Why does that matter?”

“Look, I’m not letting you go home by yourself when that asshole has your keys, okay?” He gave you a look that meant he wasn’t taking any objections. “Come on, you can stay at mine.”

He walked away and your only option was to follow. Dammit, Jonathan you thought as you slid into the passenger seat, leaning back with a sigh. Then an idea struck.

“Actually… can I use the phone and call Eddie? Maybe I can stay at his. He said he’d be home by now if I wanted to come over.” You smile at Steve, proud of your idea.

You were confused when Steve stiffened, pursing his lips. He shook away whatever thought was in his mind, returning your smile.

“Yeah. Yeah, that’s more than fine.” He continued smiling as reassurance, driving to his.

When you arrived, you had left the car and headed to the phone, punching in the familiar numbers. The line rang three times before someone answered. But it wasn’t Eddie.

“Hello?” The voice spoke, sounding irritated like you disturbed something. You frowned. That was a girl’s voice.

“Hey, uh…” You turned with the phone to make sure you were facing away from Steve. He was stood patiently, leaning against the wall and frowned at your action. “Is Eddie there?”

“Eddie?” She repeated, her voice perking slightly as she said his name. It made you grip the phone tighter. “He actually just stepped out for a bit.”

You could hear the lie in her words, and you gritted your teeth. “Are you sure?”

Steve noticed the hint of anger and he stepped away from the wall.

“Uh, yeah.” She said, annoyed. “Now, if you excuse me, we’re busy.”

“We?-” Your question was cut off by the sound of a dead line. She had hung up on you.

You slowly placed the phone back on the wall, pursing your lips. What the hell just happened?

“Everything alright?” Steve asked, coming into view.

“I may have to take you up on your offer.” It was all you said. And it was all Steve needed to hear.

After a few friendly arguments, you finally won and took the couch. It didn’t make sense for him to take it instead of his bed when you were the one crashing over at his house. He fetched you a pillow and a blanket and left you laying comfortably on the couch after you exchanged ‘goodnight’ s.

You pulled the covers over you, a stray tear falling down your cheek. As you felt colder, you wrapped the blanket around you tighter. A chill struck your spine.

You didn’t fall asleep.

You didn’t even close your eyes.

And yet, it still was a nightmare.

“Y/n”

“No.” You whispered, covering your ears. But it made the voice louder, echoing your name until you couldn’t take it anymore.

You went to scream, but your voice was taken. A vine slipped around your neck until it was covering your mouth and it pulled you backwards.

Into the darkness.

Chapter 3: Breathe It In ->

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thoughtsofadad-blog · 1 year

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I want to be better.

WORK Ever had a feeling that you hit a dead end? Like you had a simple routine, but it's no longer effective? And that it brings more bad than good? Yeah, I'm right there. As mentioned, I work 5 days a week in the office and my offs fall on the weekend. Great right? Kinda ideal. When I first started here, it was all good. I've had fun and learned a lot of things. Had a blast with the year end party and Christmas party. We eat in the office when we have a celebrant and whatnot. But recently, things have been kinda stale. Like everything's turning to black and white. The worse part is, I'm not the only one who feels this way. Apparently, people in my team also feels the same. What's worse than that? There's no solution to it. I can't help but feel as if I'm the burden by summing up all of my mistakes. Heck, I don't even feel worthy to take a 15 minute break or ask for a leave. I don't know. It's been really draining these past few months. I've always hated this feeling and hoped that I wouldn't go through it again, but I've been dragging myself lately. And I know that it's one of the signs that a person is no longer happy, no.. willing to do whatever it is needed to be done. I want to feel the excitement I had before. But how can I if I'm being micro-managed? They tell you one thing and it becomes a different thing quickly. A backhanded compliment. Favoritism. Being frustrated with you not knowing a certain process they didn't even teach. No proper training. I used to think that the people are worth the stay, but apparently that reason's starting to deflate.

(I wish I finished school instead.) Meh, hopefully one day we'll all find our spark again.

-- FAMILY Coming home to them brings me comfort. Sometimes I come home to my boy sleeping on the sofa and my wife working. A quiet afternoon. Relaxing. OR I'd come home and see my boy riding his bike in the yard, yelling "Daddy!" as I walk to the gate. I feel that the stress I have from work drops. And I squeeze out the remaining energy I have to play with him. I love weekends. I get to spend the whole day with them. May it be just at home, relaxing or out at the mall. Sometimes we'd attend a birthday party. Literally takes off the stress you had for the week before. Recently, I feel like I've lost my touch. Or is it just that they're growing up? LOL. He has his own feelings now. He knows what he wants and what he doesn't. That's great and all, until my wife told me something. Apparently, they went to the mall on a weekday (I was in the office), and Rex wanted this piece of gummy something from the candy shop. She said "No", because she didn't have extra cash on her and Rex took the candy and ran off. Kinda alarming, right? (Bet it is). She ran after him and took the candy back to the store. So fast forward to yesterday, we went to the mall since it's a weekend. To be honest, I never had a problem walking into a toy store with him. He never splat himself to the ground just because I couldn't buy something he wanted. He never cried, never yelled, never had a tantrum because we couldn't buy what he wanted. But yesterday, he was trying to get a chocolate egg with a toy inside (You know those little KinderJoy surprise eggs? Those ones.), and I said we couldn't because we haven't eaten dinner yet. I was holding the one he was holding and then he let go. I thought, alright, he understood. But, Alas.. his hands were fast to grab the egg next to what I was holding and ran off. So I ran after him and caught him. I'll admit. It wasn't cute. I was actually angry at what he did and I think he felt that. We walked for a little while and his mom was looking at clothes. I took this opportunity to talk to him. With all my might not to raise my voice, I told him that it wasn't right. It's bad. And that's how a person would end up in jail. (Come on, it is, right???) He looked up to me with the most sorry eyes I saw in my life with a bit of tears on the side and he said "Sorry" and hugged me. I think to myself, "If I didn't need to go to the office everyday, this wouldn't have happened". I don't blame my wife, because she already has a lot on her plate. She works from home, takes care of Rex, fixes his school bag, school lunch. Sometimes she does the laundry while working. She even cooks for their lunch. So, yeah. She has a lot already. I blame myself. I haven't been there for either of them. He had trouble breathing recently. We thought it could be Asthma, since I had that, too when I was a kid. He would breathe in deep and exhale, like a very deep sigh. But according to the doctor, it's actually psychological. The simplest example the doctor gave is that when we (adults) think about something that bothers us, or remember something really sad or when we were afraid, we tend to do the same thing. In this case, it's the same with children.

I feel sad. I should've done better. I should've been there.

I should've had more patience. I want to be better. Not just for me. But for my family. Because they deserve the best and I want to give them the best. I want them to be happy. We don't come from a wealthy family. There's a life I want them to have. But how can I, if I'm not even at my best self? Honestly, I don't know where to go from here. I'm just going with the flow. Until next time.

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darylsgirl · 3 years

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The Farmers Daughter Daryl Dixon Smut 18+

Request: Hey i really love all your stories. Could you do one where, the reader is Hershel's daughter and she has just turned 21 and she has a massive crush on Daryl. She is tired of being babied by the entire family ( they won't let her out of prison gates cause she's young) so she asks to go on a run with Daryl as her 21st bday gift. On the run she kinda seduces him and smut ensues.

Also she has kinda tried to seduce him at the prison before too (just subtle hints)

Please please take my request 🥺🥺🥺

Hey guys! Here’s my first ever story written for a request! Hope you liked the way it turned out Anon! And i hope your all having a lovely day <3

Love Jen x

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You had to admit it was a beautiful day. Looking out across the prison yard, If you ignored the walkers groaning at the fences and well... the whole end of the world thing it might have been a perfect day. Everyone was feeling safe and relaxed for the first time in a long time and enjoying the day as you would have before the end.

Approaching your dad seeing the relaxed look on his face, You’d thought this would be the perfect opportunity to ask him to let you go out on a run, You were the middle green daughter and he didn’t let you forget it. It was so unfair! He always let Maggie and Beth do whatever they wanted but kept you close by at all times wanting to teach you all he could about medicine, Treating you like nothing more than a baby even though you had just turned 21.

As always when you asked to go with Daryl his face turned to stone. “You know my feelings on this Y/N, Your much too young, Everyone has a job to do and yours is here”

“Dad please! I’ve been training, I can take care of myself. You let Beth go! She’s younger than me! Stop treating me like a child”

“Y/N that’s enough, I said no”

Knowing you wouldn’t get anything further out of him you stormed off it probably didn’t help things that you were maybe acting like a bit of a child right now. But you couldn’t help it, you were so mad! He had to know you were no longer a child. Most middle children get ignored but not you, He was more strict when it came to you, Babied you constantly. Even before the end Maggie and Beth loved it of course it meant they got away with more because he was always so focused on you.

Part of you understood why. There had been a nasty incident a few years back with a boy from school which ended in your dad having to pull a shot gun at him to get him to stay away from you. Smiling you remembered the prick’s probably dead now, You’d definitely gotten the last laugh!

Ever since then Hershel had been extremely protective of you, He’d let you attend self defence classes and even taught you to shoot, Which is why it was so mind boggling that he wouldn’t let you do your part. You felt useless just sitting around all day reading old medical books and occasionally helping fix someone up.

You wanted more than anything to be out there, Pulling your weight helping feed this family! You needed to be out there….With him.

When Daryl had appeared on your family’s farm that day on his motorbike, Your knees almost went weak. That was a man, He was sheer perfection. Unfortunately for you he was a bit of a standoffish man.

You tried for weeks to get his attention shyly moving closer to him whenever he was around, Whenever he even looked at you he caused the blush to rise in your cheeks.

When he had fallen onto his arrow you were there mopping his brow as he slept. Sadly when he woke he only gave you a grunt of acknowledgement. But still it was more than he had before.

Still you persisted, He had started warming up to you more since the trip to the prison. You were the one to make sure he ate and cleaned him up every time he managed to get another wound. It was slow going but before you knew it muttered thanks had turned into longer sentences from him.

He still wasn’t much of a talker but at least he noticed you now. Not in the way you wanted him to but it was better than nothing.

You raised your hand in welcome to him as you saw him making his way across the yard to you.

“Hershel say no?” He asked when he came and took a seat with you on the grass.

Nodding you sighed, pulling your knees to your ample chest. Nudging you slightly “Ya don’t wanna be out there anyway, Get’s too dangerous”

Rolling your eyes “Oh please not you too? How many times do i have to say i can handle myself! I just need a few hours out of here!”

An idea coming to your head you turned to him putting your hand on his shoulder, He froze slightly at this as he seemed to every time anyone touched him. Deciding to ignore it you turned his torso slightly to face yours.

“You could convince him! You said yesterday there was a pharmacy not too far from here that looked untouched!”

Shaking his head at you “No Y/N I ain’t goin against Hershel, He’s a good man”

“Please Daryl, You could consider it a birthday gift to me? And i could be useful! I know what medicines to look out for”

“Who said i was gonna get ya anything?” He grumbled. Moving closer to him and putting your hand on his chest.

“Please Daryl, He’ll listen to you” You purred hoping it came across sultry.

His eyes met yours very briefly, His eyes wide when he saw how close you were. Standing to his feet suddenly “Alright fine, If it’ll get ya to quit harpin on”

He turned leaving you on the grass before stalking off towards your dad. You waited there for what felt like forever watching the corner he had disappeared behind.

When he finally reappeared you got to your feet meeting him halfway.

“Well?” He gave you a short nod of confirmation. Jumping up at him excitedly you wrapped your arms around his neck. “Thank you!!” He froze in place again before relaxing into your hug.

Patting your shoulder once “Go on then, Get ya stuff we leave in 10” As you pulled away you saw a slight smile on his lips before running back to the Cells to grab a bag. Packing two bottles of water and some protein bars leaving the rest empty to carry anything you might find. Slinging it over your shoulder before strapping your pistol to one side of your belt and your knife on the other.

Running back out you saw your dad waiting by the step. You almost knocked him off his crutches hugging him tightly

“Thank you Daddy”

He hugged you back “You be safe Y/N Listen to everything Daryl tells you!” Pulling away from him you nodded gratefully.

“Ready to go?” Smiling you turned and started to walk away. Hearing your dad call “Take care of my little girl Dixon!” Daryl just raised an arm in response before leading you over to the bike.

Swinging his leg over her motioned for you to do the same. Smiling happily you jumped on the back wrapping your arms firmly around his chest, Your fingers desperately wanting to touch all of him.

“Ya don’t need to hold on so tight!” He grumbled at you. “Oh sorry!” You moved your hands slowly from his chest favouring every second until they were resting gently on his waist. As he pulled out of the main gate you put your chin on his shoulder grinning.

He hid the bike a few blocks away from the pharmacy before continuing on foot. On the way you only encountered one walker. Putting your hand on his arm as he raised his crossbow.

“Let me do it” He nodded to you, letting you charge ahead with your knife drawn. Easily taking the walker down, Swiping the walkers feet from under it you plunged your knife into his head before turning back to Daryl “See i can take care of myself”

Handing you a rag from his belt you cleaned the blood off your knife before handing it back to him.

“Never said you couldn’t Y/N” he said before continuing on to the pharmacy. As you reached the shutters Daryl Raised one slightly looking underneath before knocking on the shutter a few times making a racket.

“Daryl! What are you doing” You whispered urgently.

He put his finger to his mouth while he listened for a moment before pulling the shutter fully open stepping behind it motioning for you to follow. Stepping in you noticed the door to the pharmacy was still closed and your bodies were pressed tightly together.

Your breath was stuck in your chest, Your heart pounding as you felt his body on yours. He looked at you confused for a moment before moving his arms around you to the open shutter. Pulling it back down again, You felt as the muscles in his arms rolled down your entire body pulling the shutter. His head was at your crotch when you let in a sharp intake of breath as his head brushed you core.

He darted upwards to you again “You ok Y/N? We can go back if ya scared”

His words snapping you out of it, You felt the blush rise in your face “m’not scared”

You were dying for him to kiss you, As you looked up you saw his lips were only inches from yours, Surely he had to feel this too? You closed your eyes inching closer till your lips were just about touching. You could feel his hot breath cascading over your lips. The world paused for a second while you waited to see if he would close the gap.

Clearing his throat “Looks empty, Let’s go in” You opened your eyes as you heard the tinkle of the bell signalling the door had been opened. And just as quick as the moment had come it was gone.

You stood frozen at the door for a moment trying to gather your thoughts. Could he really not see what just being in close proximity to him did to her?

You walked after him further into the pharmacy jumping behind the desk “Jackpot! This place is completely untouched!”

“Grab what we need, We’ll come back for the rest with more people”

You filled your bag as Daryl went around the aisles picking up other essentials.

You closed the pharmacy back up adding a lock to the shutter as you left, Hopefully no one else would stumble across it before you had a chance to come back.

Daryl agreed when you asked to walk back through the woods. It was far too hot to go all that way in the sun. It was still hot under the trees but at least you were being protected from the sun, Daryl stopped and waited for you as you dropped your bag pulling off the loose over shirt your father always made you wear.

You saw his eyes wander over you as it came over your head showing your curves to him for the first time in your tight white vest.

His eyes were dark, You couldn’t tell if he was angry with you or if it was something else.

Looking away from him now “Sorry, I just need some air….Wait what’s that?” He darted forward pushing his body in front of you looking for danger.

Rolling your eyes you stepped around him picking up the bag and heading to the cabin you had seen. Stopping in the doorway you copied Daryl’s previous actions knocking on the doorway.

All of a sudden his arms were around you lifting you from the ground pulling you inside the cabin, Closing the door behind you both his hand was over your mouth, His mouth to your ear “Shh, There’s a herd bout 50, Don’t think they saw us”

As he put you gently back down you both made your way further into the cabin to check for threats, After searching the bedroom he pulled you inside before blocking the door with the set of drawers.

He made his way to the bed before lying down “might as well make ourselves comfortable gonna be here awhile” You sat on the bed not facing him for a moment before taking a deep breath and lying down on the bed.

You saw him looking at your chest before he sat back up “Almost forgot” He grabbed his bag. “Happy birthday 21 right?”

Pulling out a bottle of whiskey and handing it to you. You looked at it nervously taking a deep breath and just going for it. You ripped the cork out taking a deep swig, Dropping the bottle back down you scrunched your nose a little in disgust

“What girl ya never had whiskey?”

“Never had any alcohol, Dad never let us with him being in recovery and all” You shrugged taking another pull on the bottle.

He snatched it from your hands then “Didn’ no it were your first. Ya can’t drink it like water, Gotta take it slow”

You chuckled slightly at his words laying back down on the bed with him following you.

“What’s so funny kid?”

“Don’t call me that” You said as your eyes narrowed.

He looked at you amused “It’s what ya are”

Lurching forward you pressed your lips to his, feeling him freeze under you, You held your lips there urgently, Pulling your hands to his face and pulling it to yours. You pulled away slightly when he didn’t return the kiss.

“I aint a kid, I saw the way you looked at me earlier. I know you know that too” You said breathlessly.

Looking down at your lips he replied “Ya still Hershel’s Kid he wouldn’ like this” He ran his hand through his hair.

Feeling angry again Your hands were still on his face “Does it look like i care what he thinks? Right now Daryl all I care about is this. Feeling you against me. I need it. I’ve needed it since the moment i saw you”

His eyes darted up to yours seeing only the truth in your eyes. “Kiss me Dixon”

His tongue licked his bottom lip slightly. Pushing your lips back to his you took his bottom lip in your mouth tugging on it slightly with your teeth.

You heard the low growl coming from his chest as you tugged harder.

“Fuck it” He muttered against your lips before flipping you onto your back kissing you back harshly.

You let a moan escape your lips as he settled over you arching into his chest, He nudged your knees apart before putting one hand behind your thigh and lifting it around his hips. The other hand was on your waist. Both hands kneading your skin harshly.

His hands felt like they were burning through your clothes. Your eyes rolled into the back of your head as he pushed his tongue into your mouth, Moaning again you ground your hips upwards desperate to feel his heat against yours.

He pulled away panting resting his forehead against yours.

“You sure Y/N” Grinning at him you pulled your hands to the neck of your shirt ripping it open slightly.

“Never been so sure Daryl” His eyes watched growing darker, pulling his hands to the rip you had started already he ripped the shirt from you with ease, hands going to the front of your bra tearing that too.

You could feel his breath on your chest as he ducked down taking one of your nipples into your mouth and biting down on it. You moaned louder now reaching down, you pushed the vest from his shoulder before turning your attention to his shirt groaning as you realised you couldn’t reach the hem to pull it up.

He chuckled watching you sitting up over you he pulled the shirt off himself. Glaring down at you now with his dark hungry eyes. Moving from you he stood next to the bed.

“Take em off...Now” His thick southern drawl made your already wet panties soak.

Your hand slowly went to the button on your jeans not wanting to take your eyes off him, His glare grew darker.

“Ya aint fast enough” He lunged over you gripping the pants at your sides and tearing them down, You gasped now realising you were fully bare for him, His eyes met yours as you looked towards his pants, Your thighs rubbing together in delicious anticipation.

He untied the cord of material holding his pants up letting them drop to the ground.

Licking your lips you stared at his huge length. Walking over to you he pressed his cock to your lips gently.

“This what you want?”

“Mmm yes please Daryl” You stuck your tongue out tasting the tip of him, God he tasted good. You opened your lips intending to wrap them around him, When you felt a hand in your hair pulling your head back.

“Say ya want my cock Y/N in that dirty little mouth” Looking at his eyes now you could see he was serious.

Pushing him back from the bed you climbed off sinking to your knees in front of him.

“Mmmm let me have your cock in my dirty….little….Mouth…..Please?” You breathed

His fingers caressed your face for a moment He murmured “Better Y/N….Go on take what ya want girl”

Reaching your hands up to his length you held it gleefully smiling as you brought it back to your mouth. Swirling your tongue around the tip you let your eyes fix on his again as you sunk him deep into your mouth, As it hit your throat you let it choke you slightly moaning around his length.

“Shit Y/N” Daryl let his mouth drop open and his head hang backwards enjoying your lips around him, Putting his hands back in your hair he pushed you fully down his length until your lips met his pubic bone, You choked again, Breathing through your nose you held yourself on him getting used to the feeling of him stretching your throat.

Moaning on him again he pushed and pulled you over his cock until you felt it throbbing, Pulling you fully off him he looked back down at you wildly.

“Shit, Ya too good at that. I almost -” You cut him off pulling him back into your mouth with determination bobbing faster over him until he fell over the edge spilling his huge load into your mouth. You heard him cry out your name whilst he fucked your face harder letting the last of his orgasm roll out.

Once he slowed you pulled him from your mouth swallowing before licking every inch of him clean drinking every drop like it was life or death.

He wrapped one hand around your throat now pulling you back up to him.

“Get back on the bed, Knees up legs wide. Now” He growled.

Still catching your breath you did as you were told. He kneeled on the bed between your legs rubbing his still hard cock up and down your folds. Grinning at you mischievously he pulled completely away, Watching you squirm from the lack of contact.

Leaning over your body he whispered in your ear

“Ya aint ready for that...Not yet anyway” He roughly pushed your chin upwards pushing your head back into the pillow.

Kissing his way down your neck he moved to your chest, Lifting your breast he sucked just underneath your nipple hard enough to leave his mark, Moving down your sternum he left three more identical marks from your breasts to your belly button. Marking you as his. As he reached your dripping heat you tried to grind up towards him.

Using his hand over your hips he held you down,

“Ya gotta wait Y/N You’ll get it when im fucking ready” He growled again before sinking his teeth into the inside of your thigh, You let out a loud mewl trying to stem the noise biting down on your forearm.

He bit harder now before letting go and glaring up at you, “Dont ya dare stop it, I wanna hear ya”

Panting for breath you looked down at him “But the …...Mmm shit...The walkers..will hear us!”

“Let them fuckin hear, I’ll kill everyone of those dead bastards if they try to get between me and this sweet pussy” He ran one finger softly down your folds to accentuate his point.

Moving your hand back down onto the bed you gripped the sheets with both hands as he sucked and bit the inside of both of your thighs leaving multiple love bites.

“Please Daryl! I can...ntt take it anymore”

Seeing the need in your eyes he harshly took your clit in his mouth sucking and nibbling on it before moving his tongue down to your entrance, He lapped at the juices flowing out of you for a minute before replacing his tongue with his fingers, Pushing two inside he rocked them in and out of you bringing his lips back to your throbbing clit.

“God Y/N you taste so fucking good” You could feel the pleasure building higher and your moans getting louder as you were rapidly reaching your high. You could feel your walls clenching on his fingers as he started moving quicker.

“Ahhh, Shit Daryl” You screamed letting your high crash around you, You could feel him moaning into your clit as you screamed his name. Pushing another finger into you as you rode them blissfully feeling him stretch them inside you before pulling them out, Leaning back over you he pressed his fingers to your mouth.

“Clean em” You sucked on them happily feeling the slickness in your pussy coming back as it did every time you saw him.

Once he had deemed them clean enough he dropped his hand back to you.

“Mmm ready for me again so soon?” You bit your lip gazing up at him with your best innocent face.

“So ready baby, Please...Please fuck me Daryl”

“Ya only needed to ask Y/N” He quickly pumped his cock a few times before pushing it slowly into you, Gasping a little in pain he stopped. “You ok?”

“Yeah….Its just so fucking big” He grinned as he continued pushing into you until he reached his hilt grunting as he felt your walls moulding around him. Staying still for a moment he let you get used to his length. Pressing his lips back down to yours he tugged at your lower lip with his teeth parting your lips before diving back in with his tongue.

Your tongues danced together fighting for dominance, He moaned into your mouth as he started moving again slowly at first building his speed until he was pounding mercilessly into you.

Rolling back till he was sat back on his legs he pulled your legs over his shoulders gripping them tightly using them to drive himself even deeper and harder into you. Your hands wound your way into your own hair pulling at it gently letting the pleasure of his relentless pounding completely take control of your senses as you feel yourself letting go to him again.

You back arched high as you felt your high building.

Daryl let one hand fall to your aching clit rolling it with his fingers.

“That’s it Y/N cum for me, Cum all over this cock” He growled loudly. You felt him pulsing inside you and it sent you straight over the edge.

“Fuckkkkk Daryl!!” You screamed bucking your hips against him as you rode out your high.

Daryl couldn’t take it anymore watching you buck wildly against him screaming his name, He exploded thrusting deeper into you letting his hot cum wash over your walls.

He let go of your legs letting them crash to the sides of him, Your entire body was trembling now as he collapsed forward on top of you, Both gasping for air.

When he rolled off you, You looked him straight in the eyes “Told you i could be useful” You giggled.

“I think we may need to convince ya dad to let you on more of these runs Y/N. Very fucking useful” he said pushing his lips back to yours for a sweet kiss this time.

Putting his arm around your shoulders he pulled you to him letting your head lay on his chest. You could definitely get used to this.

You sighed before continuing in awe “Happy fucking birthday to me”

He chuckled kissing your hair. You lay happily in his arms until the sun started to go down, Only breaking the happy stillness to let your lips meet lovingly.

Looking out the window he murmured “C’mon best be getting back. Dont need em sendin out a search party and findin us like this”

Groaning you let him pull you up, Both getting dressed. Daryl picked up your ruined shirt and bra stuffing them into his own bag with a wink, Thank god you had worn two shirts today. Daryl then pulled the draws away from the door running through the cabin to check it was still secure. You followed him out of the cabin and back to the bike.

Happily putting your arms around him and running your fingers across his chest, Enjoying the last moments of your freedom as he drove you back to the prison and through the gates.

You sisters came running to meet you as you returned checking you over before giving you hugs in turn, Maggie took a step back staring into your eyes for a moment before leaning back into you whispering so only you two could hear

“I see you got your birthday wish lil sis” Your eyes went wide in panic, Grinning at you she whispered again. “I know the scent of cum when I smell it. It’s all over your breath, That and you're definitely no longer wearing a bra”

You flushed embarrassed hoping no one else would notice looking back at her with a panicked whisper “Don’t tell Daddy!” She nodded at you looking behind you to the guard tower “Looks like it's time for round two” She nodded towards Daryl who was standing there staring at you drinking you in with his eyes again.

“Don’t worry ill cover for you, Just go” She winked. Running over to the tower you slipped in closing the door as you felt his hand at your throat again.

“Ya all mine now Y/N”

“So you don’t think I’m a kid anymore” You asked playfully.

“Nah, Your definitely all fucking woman” He growled back before pulling you back into a room and fucking you till you were mewling all over again for him.

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stardustincarnate · 3 years

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EARLY TRYST // Light Yagami x Reader

word count : 4534 genre : fluff <333 ! crack-ish, pre-kira!light, all that mushy mushy stuff, best friends to lovers because who doesn’t love that trope?

a/n : i’m not sure if i’ve posted this here before but i’m fairly certain that i haven’t oh godric you’ll have to forgive me if i had --

Who wakes up 5:00 early on a Saturday morning just to bug their neighbor to have a match with them?

Technically, you did. You were bored, and the first thing that came to your mind was playing your favorite sport with one of your bestfriends, who's also your neighbor, Light. Surely he wouldn't mind, would he? But it mattered not since he also did the same to you back then, insisting you two bike together just because he wanted a companion and knew you wouldn't refuse. You were hella pissed even so, and now it's your turn to get revenge.

You brought a ladder, placing it just enough to reach the window to his bedroom on the second floor. You eventually climbed up, practically pressing your face against the window to get a clearer sight of him sleeping peacefully on his bed, his angelic face barely visible as it was partially covered with his blanket.

'Say goodbye to your sweet dreams, lover boy.'

You thought and knocked on the window loud enough for him to hear. Your first tries were futile so you knocked a little louder and more violent. To his dismay, Light woke up with a teeny-bit of panic in his chest. Creasing his eyebrow and squinting his eyes, he looked at the window, seeing a familiar figure. You snickered as he awakened, languidly making his way to the window, an irritated look on his face when he met your eyes.

He opened the window. "[Y/N], what the hell are you doing here? What time is it?"

"About time for you to play with me."

"Huh? Play with you? You're acting strangely childish. I was still sleeping." He clicked his tongue. You chuckled and shook your head. "Aw, sleeping beauty is upset because his dream was left unfinished. Don't worry, his dashing savior is here to make him feel better."

"You mean worse."

"Bad!" You playfully punched his shoulder. "Says the one who still has sleep in his eyes."

"Of course I have. You just woke me up." He scowled, turning his back at you and rubbing the sleep from his eyes, his face a little flushed.

"Heh, don't be shy!" You teased, wobbling a little in your position.

"I'm not shy! Tch, seriously though, you're in a ladder? You only made it harder for yourself when you could've just knocked on the main door. Mom and dad are already awake. They'd let you in."

"Eh? But I was shy- you know- err, how am I supposed to say 'Can I go to Light's room or something?'" You blushed a little. He hummed in response and gave an understanding look. "Come on in."

"I can't fit in here- just meet me outside. I'll wait for ya."

"You got yourself in this so don't turn back now. You can fit but in another position." Before you could reply, he suddenly grabbed your arms and indicated you to push your head inside. You did, whimpering as he pulled you in by grabbing you by the armpits, your faces almost bumping in the process. You gave a squeal as you felt your feet of the ladder, causing you to grip him tighter, almost hugging him-or maybe even inhaling him.

For a better description you basically looked like a flying fish from outside who's getting devoured by a portal.

With all his might, Light pulled you in until your whole body finally got inside. Of course, as he was secretly anticipating to, you both fell on the ground, with you on top of him, your head against his chest.

You immediately stood up and accidentally stepped on his ankle, resulting a loud whimper from him.

"Oof."

"That hurt, you know."

"Sorry. But-" You both heard a loud crash from outside. You were certain that the ladder you used had fallen, and it was so loud you swore some of your neighbors woke up. "...As I was saying... That was a dangerous way to get me inside. I could've fallen."

"Too bad you didn't."

"How rude!" You scoffed. You jauntily walked towards his bed, flopping down as if it's your own. It felt so soft, and it kinda smelled like him too.

You closed your eyes and spread your arms. His expression softened that he couldn't hide a smile which you thankfully didn't see. He cleared his throat and picked up a pillow, throwing it at your face.

"Hey, I'll go get some coffee. Want some?"

"I've already drank one, but sure!"

"No wonder you're already so hyper. Now get out of my bed."

"Fine." You scoffed and got up, walking behind him on the way downstairs, making yourself smaller so they wouldn't notice.

"Light! You're up early." Sachiko greeted.

"Yeah, and it's her fault." He slid right to reveal your cowering figure. You shyly greeted his mother, flushing pink. "Oh hello [Y/N]! I didn't see you come in. Were you in Light's room the whole night? You two had a sleep-over..?"

"No mom. Why would we do that? She just has her own ways of disturbing my sleep. Is dad still here?"

"He's on the living room and just about to leave. I'll make you two breakfast."

"That's not necessary. We just need some coffee, after that we'll.. What are we gonna do again?"

"Play badminton outside."

"It's still a bit dark, don't you think?"

"It's alright. The sun is about to rise. It'll rise quickly." Light replied to his mom, taking two cups and then pouring hot water on them. "Mild coffee [Y/N]?"

"Nope. Black coffee will do."

"Didn't you already-"

"It was creamy white. It was bland for my liking. I need something stronger." You cheekily replied. He sighed and started mixing your coffee and then his own. "If I recall, yesterday I saw you walking home while drinking that black iced coffee from the convenience store. Too much caffeine is unhealthy."

"Yes, Sir Light, noted." You grinned, blowing your drink before taking a sip. "Hey, not funny. I'm genuinely concerned."

"Concern appreciated."

You both entered the living room, greeting his father who eventually got up, off to work. You sat beside Light as you both watched Sachiko kiss Soichiro goodbye. You smiled and mumbled an 'aw,' nudging Light and causing him to slightly spill the coffee he was about to drink.

"What?" He looked at you then to his parents.

"Nothing."

"Ah, I get it. You wanna do that with someone someday, don't you?"

"That's not-"

"It's okay. We all daydream like that, even me. So don't be shy."

"I'm not shy!"

"There goes my line."

"Hmp. So who's the lucky girl, or boy, you daydream about?"

"Why are you suddenly interested? Well what about you?"

"You didn't answer my question."

"Because that doesn't matter-"

"Unfair. You're so secretive."

"Fair enough since you're just as secretive as I am. You don't even tell me the guys you like, and I'm your bestfriend."

"Because that doesn't matter-"

"Why do you keep on stealing my lines?"

"Oi that's not the point! I mean come on, an honor student like you rarely talks about romance so when you do, of course I must know. I am your best friend after all."

Light cringed, chuckling. "There's nothing special about that."

"Pfft. Honor students like you are so busy with studying that you rarely have time for romance."

"What? No. Look at you, you're an honor student yourself."

"Yeah but I mean the pros, like you. The valedictorians, first honors."

"Just because I don't that about romance doesn't mean I don't think about it. But like you said, I rarely think about it."

"Ooh! So who is the lucky one?"

"Why do you want to know?"

You puffed your cheeks. Honestly you had no idea too. Let's just say you were... curious.

"I need to gather information. I need some information to sip. Either way I'll figure it out when I start my investigation."

"No."

"Augh- I'll disown you, Light Yagami."

He put his cup down, looking at you.

"It's not really possible to disown the person you like, you know."

The coffee that you were drinking almost came out of your nostrils.

"Don't have so much hubris on yourself. I can do a ten-paged essay about why you are so dislikeable."

"But you can do an essay about why you like me ten times longer than that."

"I am so going to hit your ugly being!"

His smile only grew wider, fascination twinkling in his eyes.

"Hit me with your sweet love, maybe I won't mind."

Not blushing wasn't really an option. He burst out of laughter as you'd been left speechless. You continuously punched his arm, but he never stopped laughing. And his laughter was indeed infectious.

As you two were having fun, you suddenly felt eyes on your back. You stopped and turned around, seeing Light's mother slyly smiling at the both of you as she slithered away towards the kitchen. You and Light avoided each other's gaze for a moment and blushed, finishing your coffees wordlessly instead.

"Well, I'll go change now. You wait here."

"Let me come with you-"

Light raised an eyebrow. "What a pervert you are, [Y/N]."

"NO! That is not what I meant!"

"Well what did you mean?"

"I mean, let me wait outside your room instead," You leaned in, whispering. "What if your mom comes here and talks to me? I mean.. I'm super shy around her."

He nodded in agreement but then he added, "There's no need to be shy around your future mother though."

'This smooth-talking bastard!' You sighed and rubbed your nape, 50% about to roll your eyes and 50% about to blush again. You knew what he meant by that. He had always been a tease to you. But you decided to play against his will.

"Wow. I didn't know that the Yagami family will adopt me someday."

"Tch, dummy."

"Did you just call me dummy?"

"What? Of course not! You really need to clean your ears. I said dumplings. Your cheeks remind me of them. And now I'm hungry."

"You are awful!" For the nth time in history, you hit his arm. "I'm really gonna disown you in one of these days. Now get your ass moving already so we can conquer the street first."

"Well you were the one constantly blabbering and delaying things here-"

"Beca-"

"Shut up."

"Pft. Fine." He pulled you up, holding your wrist even on the way back to his bedroom.

After about five minutes of changing to a plain white t-shirt and jogging pants, matching yours by the way, you two headed out the neighborhood. You picked up the rackets and shuttlecock you had left on the ground, handing him one.

"We don't really have a net-"

"Oh come on! This is just a friendly match, so there's no need for that."

"What about the scores? We can play somehow else if you'd like."

"That's not necessary. I'm making the rules, and the only rule here is that the opponent gets the score if you fail to prevent the birdie from hitting the ground."

"That's not how you play badminton.."

"I am well aware of that. I used to be a part of the school's badminton team, hello? But I make my own rules here." You grinned slyly. He shook his head. "There's no fun in this. You just woke me up to make me do some pointless things with you."

You were actually a little offended by that. You puffed your cheeks and crossed your arms.

"Is it bad that I just wanna have some quality-time with my friend? And to get my revenge, too."

What you said made his heart leap a little, and he was having a hard time resisting the urge to smile. But in the end, he only snarled against his own will. "Let's get this done quick. I'll make sure to destroy you."

"Oh, you wish."

And the game started. The eerie silence vanished, replaced by your grunts, pants, and intense movements. The sky was eventually transitioning from a dim purple to a pale yellow one as you two played, eyes focused on nothing but the shuttle, sweat dripping down your bodies. Light was just as determined as you were to beat his ass. The scores were being mentally recorded by you two-no cheating of course. It was a pretty fair game. One moment you'd be on the lead, but he'd take it, and you'd take it back, and the cycle continued. He was the worthiest opponent for you in this, and he thought the same about you.

The deal was a maximum of 50 scores. Currently, Light was leading and almost close to winning. Certainly you didn't want to get beaten so you struck the shuttle at a perfect angle with just enough force. It flew fast; you were sure he'd miss it. But his reflex was quick, and he struck it with a force much stronger than yours-but his flawed angle sent the shuttle flying higher than he intended it to, and it unfortunately landed on one of your neighbor's roof.

That neighbor just so happened to be the one you two-no, the whole neighborhood-absolutely detested.

Light rubbed his nape and laughed nervously, seeing your grimace. "I'll give the score to you then. So, you have an extra shuttle?"

"Unfortunately that's my last one." You facepalmed. You used to have lots of shuttlecocks but you just kept on losing them since everytime you play with someone, they'd either get destroyed in the process or fly too high and land on unaccessible places, just like what happened.

He frowned. "Seriously? What about inside your house? I'm sure there are a bunch of them tangled in your mess."

"I told you that was my last one. I haven't been able to buy more of them so yeah. But thanks to this nerdy friend of mine, I'm now left with none."

You were only being sarcastic, but it sounded way too derisive for him that he felt somehow guilty.

"Now what do we do.." You pouted to yourself. He averted his gaze which then met the ladder from earlier, a brilliant idea crossing his mind. But the last thing he wanted to do was to get involved, in any way, with that awful neighbor. A grim expression crossed his face and you saw it as you walked closer to him.

"Hey, I'm not actually mad at you, dummy."

"No- I mean, that's a relief. But I think I can retrieve it with the ladder. They might notice me though."

You snorted, but at least there was still a way to save that shuttle. You then looked at the sky. The sun was now rawly smiling at you. Surely those rogues weren't awake yet.

"You know what? I'll do it myself."

"Don't. You might fall. I'll go do it. It's a gentleman's job after all." He grinned. "Do you think they're awake?"

"I don't think so. The curtains are closed anyway."

"Alright. In case I fall, you stay below."

"Okay, Princess Light. I'll catch you using these strong manly arms of mine. Muah!"

"Ew."

Thankfully they didn't have a second floor so the ladder's height was alright- although still short. Once Light had climbed up, you stayed below, holding the ladder just to stay sure.

"Damn. How did it get that far?" He struggled to reach it with his racket, even with his arms and body stretched already. After a few valiant attempts, he sighed and steadied himself a little. He had an idea of climbing the roof but the risk of falling down in the process was high. And he certainly didn't want to squash you either.

"Well this is hopeless."

"Don't give up now, my princess!" You continuously poked his butt with the handle of your racket, causing him to give you a death glare, wobbling a little in his position.

"Are you asking to get squashed? Stop that or I'll fall on you."

"That was just to power you up, silly! Don't you dare fall on me."

"How about falling for you?"

"Bitch."

"Now now, don't say bad words!"

He chuckled and was about to continue his mission when suddenly, the curtains flew open, revealing a grotesque face of a woman staring at Light's crotch-because that's where the window was apparently placed.

Let's just say that you two never want to recall that twenty-minute rebuking that you swore went on even as you two had already left the neighborhood, heading elsewhere.

"That went well." Light heaved a sigh, poking your racket with his as you two walked side by side. You nodded.

"Mission failed. Geez, that woman just wouldn't stop talking and bombarding us with malarkey. I'm starting to hate her."

"To be honest who doesn't? The whole neighborhood hates her as far as I know."

"Pfft, right. So what do we do now?"

He poked your cheeks, and poked, and poked, before pinching them so hard.

"Stop your fetish for my cheeks! This is abuse!"

He laughed, a genuine kind. He didn't reply but put an arm over your shoulder. You puffed your cheeks and played along.

"Where are we going?"

"I'm a bit hungry. So let's head to the convenience store."

"Unsurprising but I didn't bring any money with me."

"Not a single cent?"

"Noooope."

"I guess it's fine since I'll be the one treating you. You should be thankful." You only smiled.

On the way to the store you noticed a group of older and drunk men resting on the side of the street. Their eyes pierced uncomfortably through you. You lowered your head, still feeling their laviscious stares nonetheless. Light also noticed this, and so he pressed himself to you. You hadn't even passed them and when you did, the inevitable came. They cackled, whistling and calling you by names as they rapped the table for attention.

You ignored them and thankfully, they didn't bother you more. "Those bastards." You heard your companion clicking his tongue in annoyance, looking back at the drunk men. He saw where their gazes were and it strongly disgusted him. There was an unnerving silence as you two arrived at the store.

You both had hotdogs with buns and ice cream which was your specific request and which Light reluctantly complied to. The two of you were sitting side by side, looking through the glass wall and discussing mostly about school projects and then some gossips which all came from you. After running out of food to munch on, Light went back to buy a huge bag of chips you two would be sharing.

The sky was now a saturated mixture of orange and yellows. People strolling outside were quickly multiplying until eventually the sidewalk got packed. Few vehicles came passing by. The day was starting for a lot.

"Those guys often do that to you?"

Snapping back to reality, you cooed, "Pardon me?"

"The drunk men we just came across with, was it the first time they've called you out like that?"

"Nope. They're always out drinking.." You saw him creasing his brows. "I know what you're thinking. Well they can't be help so don't think too much about it."

"Can't be help or not, that's still wrong. Did you see the way they looked at your curves? Those men reek danger for a young woman like you. Who knows what their next moves are?" Clenching his fist, he growled. He was truly worried for you. He knew how the world is full of suspicious people like them, and who knows that they're capable of doing?

"Now now worry-wart, don't be so angry."

"Why didn't you tell me sooner? You should really start walking home with me early. Does it kill you to immediately go home after school even when you have no business there anymore?"

He got you there. "But I don't want to instantly go home."

"Keep thinking like that and you might never be able to go home again."

You pursed your lips at how scary he made that sound. "Listen, [Y/N]. In this world, there are only a few people you can actually trust. And those guys? They're not looking worthy of someone's trust, even one bit. They're also not the only possible threats to you. Anyone you don't know, or even who you're acquainted with, could be. Even if they look so charming. I'm saying this as a warning, and as your friend. The way they looked at you really triggered me. I can't let you continue your routine anymore. Sure, I know you're going to argue that there's lots of bystanders in case something happens, but that's not always the case. And we're not even sure if they'll help you or proceed to give a blind eye to it."

There came a long pause as you absorbed his words. Hearing them made you feel grateful for having a friend like him-someone who speaks up because he cares about you and your safety. You merely nodded with your mouth agape.

"..I-I'll do as you say then. Thank you Light, really. I appreciate your concern. You give the best advices.. I-you're one of the best people out there."

"Sorry to suddenly explode like that." He smiled, and your heart softened. You asked, "And so, by saying that.. You trust me?"

"Needless to ask dummy. I wouldn't have said that if I didn't."

"Thank you. You know I trust you too. You're one of the people who's worth my trust." You flushed pink as you scratched your nape. This kind of conversation will always make you shy.

"You don't have to say thank you to me for trusting you. And what you said.. You're worth trusting, too."

You didn't argue. The following minutes were silent as you two stared at the void while eating potato chips. You didn't have any new topics in mind, and he seemed to be lost in his thoughts-or his daydreams. You didn't want to interrupt whatever was going on in that complex mind of his.

You absently stood up, craving for another black coffee, but you halted and went back when you remembered you didn't have your own money.

"Oh? You want something?"

"I want coffee. Well- if you don't mind. Ehehehe."

"That I am not going to buy for you. That's going to be your third coffee and the day's only starting."

"Hmph. Forgot I have a mom for a friend. But anyway, you good? You seemed to be thinking about something rather serious earlier."

"Yeah, I'm fine." He smiled. Although he was really deep in thought of something-but what was it?

As he'd already said, he trusted you. He had been friends with you since middle school. He developed the ability to read through your mind. With you both growing closer day by day, he had already memorized your hobbies, your predictably unpredictable schedules, your common moods, your personality, and your flaws as a human being. Heck, he could even write an entire biography book about you with all the facts 99% accurate if he wanted to.

To him, you were fascinating, despite the fact that you weren't his ‘ideal’ girl. But as they say, some ideals are bound to get broken when something unexpected and much more interesting comes along the way. Sure, you couldn't read his mind as good as he read yours. You couldn't decipher and foresee what his next moves would be very well, wasn't in the exact same level as he was, but he grew attached to you. He trusted you, which was a rare thing for him to do-and consider the fact that trust is a hard thing to earn. You were an honest person, mildly annoying at some point to him. You're one that's willing to help others too. Rarely gets the initiative, but when you do, you execute amazing plans and actions.

The world is ugly, indeed, but he considered you to be one of those who made it less that way. You were one of the beautiful people in this ugly, mundane world. And that, he admired you for.

He couldn't see you as just a friend anymore. He could basically see through you, like you were his other half-like you were meant to be. You were someone he could connect with, someone he trusts, someone he could love. The label 'bestfriends' bothered him because he felt like it didn't suit you both, because something else did.

A couple.

And going back, what he was thinking about was the act of courting you and becoming your boyfriend. But doubts flooded his mind, such as you two being too young for romance, the possibility of your parents being against it since he knew you once swore that you wouldn't get a boyfriend until the age of 25 (which was actually a half-joke), and him not knowing what to properly do afterwards. Was he ready for this? Having you as his girlfriend wouldn't really change or affect anything such as his studies. It would still be the same.. just with an upgraded relationship and label with you. Besides, he had been wanting to court you for some time already. And if he doesn't do it then he'd only grow more and more restless.

He wanted to be yours. He was sure you also reciprocated his feelings. Getting into a teenage relationship is easy and quick and maybe reckless, they say, but not for someone with a complex and rational thinking like him. There were some things to consider- but you know what Light said?

'God damn it.'

"Love."

"Huh?" You weren't expecting that response at all.

"I mean I was thinking about romance."

"Ooh! Finally, you decided to add some teenage thrill in your life. So, what about romance?" You gave a sly look. "Need help? I can be cupid, except I will be hitting you with my fist."

His smile was little but genuine, looking out. "There's someone I like for some time now. I've been wanting to court her."

"Awe! My boy has finally grown! My son is finally having a love interest! Eh, but why do you look so uncertain? Is there a catch?"

"Not really." He looked at you, his cheek resting on his palm. You raised an eyebrow.

"If that's the case then go for it! Who would dare to refuse the Light Yagami anyway? If you're feeling doubtful, which is highly unlikely for you, don't be. Any girl would swoon over you, even myself." You chuckled. He gave a fake impression of still being doubtful, looking down with his hands now on his thighs. It was a rare sight to see. You placed a hand on his shoulder, tapping it. Just then, he looked at you straight in the eye.

"It's not like you to lose some confidence. Come on, don't be sad. You can do it. Go ahead and court the lucky one. Cupid approves." You gave him a thumbs up.

"..If you say so," he seized your wrist and stood up.

"Can I court you then?"

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cades-outsider · 3 years

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Robby Keene X Reader

Warnings: Little Angst!

Not just a Secret

Let's get one thing straight, keeping a secret from your boyfriend is not that easy. Especially when it's as big as your secret, you see from the time you were young you always admired karate. Other kids thought it was dumb and would rather play video games or whatever.

You felt there was no hope for you seeing as, there were literally no karate dojo's available in your area. Only a car salesman by the name of Daniel LaRusso who won a karate battle with an illegal kick but you get the picture.

It wasn't until someone by the name of Miguel helped spark Johnny your sensei to have his own dojo. You and Miguel were pretty close, you ran into him at the mini mart on your way home where you also met Johnny.

He was sitting on a curve enjoying his pizza when a bunch of teens decided to get into some trouble with a boy smaller than them.

From most of your karate experience which detained of watching old karate moves on YouTube came into handy when they tried to start with you. You immediately caught Johnny's eye as you; someone 10 times younger than him knew about old time karate, though your stance wasn't completely stable.

Johnny decided to help you out seeing as there were more than just two or three kids you were going against and because they hit his car.

What you thought was cool was that You, Miguel, and Johnny all lived in the same apartment complex. You noticed Johnny a lot, but you knew from his personal actions that he didn't like associating with people.

After Miguel had convinced Johnny to open up his own dojo both Johnny and Miguel came straight to you. Well Both you and Miguel happened to run into Johnny who was looking for you both to tell you the good news.

You were eagerly ecstatic, having had wanted this dream to come true for a while. Johnny taught you a lot that you didn't know before, he was almost like a dad figure.

You see when you met Robby you hadn't know that Johnny was his dad and you didn't know the situation. It took a while for Robby to open up to you about his family issues in the relationship.

You guys were together for about 6 months before you knew about Johnny being his dad and how much he 'hated' him.

You knew Johnny for the first 3 months while learning a little bit of karate, and it wasn't until 3 months later you started fully going every day after school.

Yeah you could say whenever Robby told you who his dad was you immediately felt trapped. For the simple fact that is Robby hated his dad so much and knew how close you and his dad were he might not like that... he'd might even feel betrayed.

So you kept it a secret, which probably wasn't the best and definitely not the healthiest for your relationship but you wanted to keep Robby happy... but you knew if it got out he would not be the happiest about it.

Anyways, you were on your way to Cobra Kai... you guest it. As of right now Johnny had a good amount of students, including You, Miguel, Tory, Eli- also known as Hawk now, Chris, A**- Face as they call him, Bert, and a couple extras.

Practice was as normal as any other day, it consisted of sweat, pounding chest, and happiness. Karate brought joy to you, and you absolutely loved the way Johnny taught you karate.

You could tell from the beginning that Johnny was nervous and scared to teach more kids, you didn't quite know why but you thought it had something to do with his childhood maybe?

It was almost like he thought he was going to mess up, which so far he hasn't. Plus he has you and Miguel for reassurance which he didn't ask for but definitely didn't tell either of you to stop.

Johnny had let everyone take a 10 minute break while he worked on something in his office, a loud shout and bang was heard after less than a minute of him being in his office.

You and Miguel share a knowing look as everyone else's eyes stayed wide and scared, because when Johnny's mad he usually is shall I say more present with his actions.

Both you and Miguel get up from your sitting positions and walk into Johnny's office to see him with his head buried in his hands and the phone beat against the desk.

"Sensei?" Miguel questions worried.

"Yes Mr. Diaz? Do you need something?" Johnny asks, quite stressfully.

"Uh- I was just wondering if you were okay?" He questions softly.

"I'm fine Diaz, just stressed that's all" Johnny nods his head as an okay, Miguel nods and walks to the mats, as you stay behind.

"Uh- Sensei you know you can talk to me- to us" You comment, daringly.

"I appreciate that Miss. L/n" He says as he pops open his famous coors beer, leaning back into his chair.

You take a seat in the chair in front of him "what's wrong?" You question.

He takes a swing of beer keeping eye contact as he sits the beer aggressively down on the table "nothing is going my way, you know? I try one good thing and it escalates into two bad things" Johnny states, running a hand through his hair messing it up a little.

"Uh- Sensei, I can see it on your face you're not that hard to read. I know it might sound crazy but I know what you're feeling all I can say is that it will get better you're doing an amazing job at what you do already... so who says you're not already doing that one thing" You say softly.

Johnny smiles a little, but this time a genuine smile "that's very kind of you Y/n" he says as you smile, feeling accomplished.

"Is something going on with you? You said you knew what I felt" Johnny questions.

"Oh uhm actually I'm kind of stuck on something right now- I'm kinda doing one thing that I know would hurt someone I love but only just found out they wouldn't like it when I'm doing it and it's hard because I know how he'll react" You say nervously, as technically you just told on yourself.

Johnny nods his head in understand-meant "is he a lover?" He asks to which you nod yes.

"Well then he should understand right? I mean you're a great kid he would understand" Johnny encourages.

You smile softly "thank you" you blush of embarrassment from the fact that you know you literally just told on yourself.

"No problem kid, now go get into your stance" He says getting up as you follow, walking out of his office and into your follow in stance.

The rest of practice ended with a happier and more relieved Johnny. At the end of class Johnny asked both of you and Miguel to stay behind saying that he needed to give you both something.

He leads you both to the trunk of his red firebird, which holds two black Cobra Kai Gi's "I wanted to give both of you these first" He says handing one to both you and Miguel.

"Sensei this is- incredible" Miguel comments excitedly.

"They're amazing!" You say excitedly.

"Well you guys deserved it, you both worked very hard" Johnny says proudly.

Miguel hugs Johnny until his phone dings causing them to pull away from the hug "sorry sensei that's my mom! Thank you!" He says before running away, over to his bike.

"Thank you sensei" You smile slightly.

"You can call me Johnny, Y/n but only out side of the dojo" He says as you give him a hug.

See this is where it gets complicated, Robby had decided he was going to give his dad a chance and so he thought that he would come to Cobra Kai and speak with his dad.

As he was riding on his board he stopped and picked it up as he arrived at his destination and saw you with his dad.

"Y/n?" Robby questions walking up to the scene.

"Robby-" You gasp internally, slightly freezing. You knew this day would come but not so soon.

"Robby? What are you doing here?" Johnny questions, confused.

"Well I came to talk to you but seeing as my girlfriend made it first it seems I don't need to" Robby spits out bitterly.

"Robby I-" He cuts you off.

"What you can explain? Oh please do, after I just told you too." He walks closer to you.

"I guess now I know I should've never tried with you" Robby says walking away.

"Don't talk to her like that" Johnny stands his ground walking over to Robby as he stops in his tracks.

"Oh like you talk to me?" He asks sarcastically.

"You know what I've had it, I'm done. We're done Y/n" Robby says before continuing to walk away.

You couldn't just let him walk away, so you ran after him once he turned the curve behind the dojo "Robby wait at least let me explain" You plead.

He stops once again before turning back around "what? What do you need to explain" he sighs.

"Look I didn't know that Johnny was your dad until yesterday when you told me! I had no way of knowing but I knew that I didn't want to quit karate" You state.

"Oh so you couldn't have just quit when you knew or at least have told me?" He grits his teeth, walking closer to you.

"Oh come on Robby, just give Johnny a chance he's really trying" You plead.

"Oh so now you're on his side" He says defensively.

"I'm not saying that I just thought that if I kept it a secret that I wouldn't hurt you" You say guiltily.

"That is not just a secret Y/n!" He yells stepping closer causing you to flinch accidentally.

This action didn't go unnoticed to Robby, he immediately goes soft "oh Y/n- I-I'm sorry" He says going to grab your hand but you pull it away.

"Just. Don't. I think we need some time to collect ourselves" You state before walking away from Robby and back to Johnny.

"I'm sorry Johnny- I should've told you earlier" You say guiltily as you didn't want Johnny to feel some type of way towards you now.

He nods his head understandingly "look Y/n. It's okay there's nothing to be sorry for, i actually would spin you two together if he wasn't being such a d*ck" He comments.

You laugh at his choice of words "you mean ship?" You question.

"Oh so that's what they call it" He hums as you nod.

Johnny offered you a ride home, since you both lived at the same apartment complex and of course you agreed.

As you walked through your apartment door you felt bad, bad about keeping a secret from Robby that would hurt him, but also mad because he had just told you Johnny was his dad so you had no way of knowing beforehand.

Robby on the other hand felt terrible, he made you flinch. Worst of all he yelled at you which he would never do if it were a different topic, his dad was always a hard topic for him.

Robby had decided to take action and visit your apartment, he hated being away from you for more than a couple days.

He bought some of your favorite flowers and made his way to your apartment on his skateboard. Moments later you heard a knock at your door, your parents weren't home and you knew they would be here later so that confused you.

None the less you opened the door to reveal Robby awkwardly holding your favorite flowers, a look of regret and sadness written clearly on his face.

"Robby-?" You question confused.

"Y/n hear me out please..." He pleads.

"Okay... come in" You say holding the door opened for him more.

He walks in and sets the flowers down on your counter "look I'm sorry for yelling at you like that, it was wrong of me but I was just upset" He confesses, looking down.

You sigh "Robby it's okay, I know you would never hurt me like that it was just an instinct. I'm sorry to for not telling you" You say guiltily.

Robby walks closer to you and grabs both of your hands interwinding them with his "no it's okay Y/n, I know you didn't know I shouldn't have pushed you like that" Robby admits.

"It's know, I just thought if I kept it a secret it wouldn't hurt you as much...." You mumble honestly.

He smiles a little "I think it hurt more, but now it's okay because I love you to much to lose you" He shyly admits.

You smile, wrapping your arms around his shoulders "I love you more" You respond.

"How about we get some food and cuddle?" You question happily.

"That sounds amazing" Robby reply’s.

Even though Robby was desperately hurt at your actions, he knew it wasn’t your fault he knew that you didn’t know I mean how would you have known if he never opened up to you. Anyways life went on and eventually Robby finally spoke and sorted things out with his dad, though that didn’t stop certain people but it did save Johnny’s.

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kbandtrash · 3 years

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SKZ Mafia Bullet Point

~Megan~

@call-me-horangi thanks for the request! (If we end up doing more we'll stop tagging you if you want haha)

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My man Changbin

He has always been the good kid

A+++ student

Adults love him

The thing is he is part of a mafia

A very very good one

Famous for being behind taking out many many important people

And many many people who know anything

Alright anyway

He wears his uniform correctly every day

Manages to be class president, get perfect scores, and train for his future in the mafia

All at once

Without blowing his cover

But here’s the thing

You are like the loudest girl in school and you aren’t afraid to say Changbin is a fake

You’ve seen him around, holding wads of money in alleys, sometimes seen him fight people

No one believes you

But you’ve seen it happen with your own eyes

After a while, you go quiet about it

But you don’t stop studying him

Now after about a month trying to see him doing bad stuff again, you realize you’ve fallen in love

You stare at him so much at school that you can’t help but notice how handsome he is

How very beautiful he is

His smile is just stunning

And his grades? Those are attractive for sure

You yourself struggle to be a good student

You start to doubt yourself

“Was it really him doing that crap?”

“Am I seeing things?”

But the night you decide to give up on going against him and start going for him…

You see him again

You run into him outside a convenience store

He seems to be in a hurry

And he wants to steal your bike

“I knew it! You ARE a fake!”

“No I’m not! I just need to borrow your bike, please”

You are very protective of your bike

“No, just tell me why you act like this outside of school”

Then come the guys holding guns

Wearing black

Hats, masks, gloves, hoods, boots

They just give off the aura of really really dangerous guys

“The heck were you thinking, getting into fights with these kinds of people??”

“I needed to get away from them, but now if you give me your bike they’ll be after you for helping me”

“Oh my word, is this a mafia group or something?”

“Well”

Yeah his face gives it away

He’s in real crap and he just got you into it

Mindlessly he takes your hand and pulls you away

Now you both are sprinting hand in hand

You should be thinking about your precious bike back there

But his hAND

And then you notice he also has a gun

So now: but his gUN

You can’t tell if your heart is beating more from being around this super cute boy or running away from crazy gun people or running away with a super cute boy with a gun

Anyway the point is, you get away safe and sound, he ends up having to walk you home because honestly you asked him to

For the next week or so, you’re kinda wary of him

You try your hardest not to talk to him

But you are crushing on him.

And then to make matters worse he shows up at your doorstep with your bike

With the sweetest smile

And then he says “you failed the test yesterday, I’ll help you study”

That’s where your so-so relationship ended and became a friendly but curious-about-secrets relationship

As in you wanted to know more about his deal with mafias

And he wanted to know why you were so dang loud about things — he had to shut you up about his secrets or he’d be dead immediately

Then one day right after he left after tutoring, you got a text

Unknown: Found you.

Confused, you answer with wrong number bruh

But then there’s a knock on your front door

And it’s those guys wearing black

With the big guns

Your phone is in your hand, and they immediately snatch it

They’ve taken you hostage

In your own home

You assume they’re trying to get to Changbin through you

They tell you to text him to come over

But you refuse

You are too good for that

And they slice your neck, right next to the collarbone

“You call the police, we kill you. You tell anyone besides Changbin, we kill you and them.”

Okay that’s enough of being brave

You never were the type to let people kill you

And… you trust Changbin

You believe he will save you

But will he be okay?

It’s too late to think about that. You’ve already texted him

You: Hey Changbin come back I wanna see your guns

Changbin sees the message and immediately feels like something is wrong

You always seem really scared of the weapons

And you have never once asked him to come over. You always just let him

He rushes over there, making sure to bring his guns just in case

He gets there… he knocks…

No one answers

He doesn’t hesitate to open it, because of course it’s unlocked

He searches the living room first. Because that’s the first thing there

And he sees the blood on the couch

He sees a knife, laying there

And he sees you, bleeding from two cuts on your neck, passed out behind the couch

He’s horrified, of course! But he has to stay freaking the heck calm

He doesn’t have anything for you

But he takes off his shirt and holds it to your neck to at least stop the blood?

He sends a quick text to his family group chat

And then he hears a click

He turns around -- he knew it was too quiet for someone not to be here

Cue the dramatic suspense music

Except he’s quick and has his gun pointed directly at a guy who had just locked the door

He shoots.

You wake up.

Now there are three more guys running down the stairwell from the second story

You can’t move

And you’re dizzy and in too much pain to think

So when you see a guy on the ground, bleeding, you think it’s Changbin

“Changbin!”

You’re crying

Then you see the smol one

The short guy in the middle of the room is surrounded by the bad guys

He is also not wearing a shirt and apparently he’s ripped

Anyway

The guy on the floor is a bad guy

You’re relieved but Changbin is distracted by you now

“Y/N! It will be okay! I’ve got backup coming”

A guy punches Changbin from behind

Another throws a knife at him, hitting him in the shoulder

Changbin isn’t having it and in less than five minutes all the other guys are down

But he’s hurt

The knife wasn’t deep in his shoulder but it fell out so he’s bleeding everywhere

“Y/N, don’t worry”

Backup has arrived

Long story short, they have private doctors so you and Changbin are taken care of

But the rest of them take care of the half-conscious bodies of the bad guys

You shiver at the thought of whatever they do with them

Changbin, now with a bandaged shoulder, clearly tries his best to ignore the pain and comes to check your now taken care of wounds

“Go away, you aren’t wearing a shirt”

“I gave it to you buddy, be thankful. Besides I’m hot, please appreciate me”

You find his shirt and throw it at him

After that day, you and him have become closer than ever, at and outside of school

People are wondering why your neck is bandaged

And why his face is absolutely destroyed

You’re getting a little overwhelmed as you start to realize knowing him is slowly breaking you down (bullies, murderers, etc)

But Changbin refuses to let you ignore him or push him away

He…

He fell for you, too

So one day, he confesses to you after school in the classroom after everyone has left

No one is there to make you doubt things

He can see you’re a little scared

“I know you’ve been trying to expose me… but I think you can get over that because you like me. And also I like you. And I think we should date. And I think you should join the mafia.”

And that’s how you almost died, got a boyfriend, and started learning self defense because you refused to do anything else in the mafia stuff

And I mean sure if your family knew about this they would kill you but you didn’t think about that.

~the end~

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gabywantsafriend · 4 years

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Anything For You: Ferris Bueller x Reader

(Kinda my gif??? Idk I found it online but I originally posted it on here)

Requested by anonymous: ferris bueller realizing he loves the reader maybe?

I’m so sorry it took such a long time to post another imagine! I hope you guys enjoy it :’)

Warning: Swearing

“Adams?” “Here.”

“Adamley?” “Here!”

“Adamowski?” A rather lazy hand was raised, indicating the student’s presence.

“Adamson?” “Here.”

“Adler?” The response was delayed by a couple of seconds. “Here.”

“Anderson?” Another delayed response. “Anderson?” “Here!”

“Bueller?”

Nothing. You quickly scanned the room, he wasn’t there. You hadn’t even noticed that he didn’t walk in that morning. You looked at Cameron and he shrugged. Apparently he didn’t know what Ferris was up to or where he was. “Bueller?” Crickets. “Bueller?” Dead silence. “Bueller?” The teacher’s monotonous voice began to sound like a broken record player.

You cleared your throat as you tried impersonating the missing troublemaker, letting out a low “Here.” The class snickered, causing your teacher to silence everyone. Turning to you, he huffed.

“L/n, I know you and Bueller are best friends but you really don’t have to cover for him in his absence. You’ll get your turn in the roll call later, don’t get too excited,” He went on with checking the attendance. You stubbornly sank into your seat, eyeing the vacant one next to you where Ferris was usually sat. What kind of trouble do you have in mind this time?

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Recess rolled in and you were standing at the phone booth just outside of your school. You dialed Ferris’ home number and waited for him to pick up. He was probably out on another one of his spontaneous adventures.

“Hello?” His voice was nasally, he was always good at playing sick.

“Oh, cut the crap. Where the hell are you, idiot? This is your tenth absence this semester, you said you didn’t wanna miss school after last time! No wonder your grades are shit! What are you up to now?” You scolded. Skipping class to hang out and be teenagers was fun the first few times. However as it became a habit of Ferris, you wished he could take school more seriously.

“Y/n, calm down. First of all, I could easily hack into the school’s computer system and change my grades,” He coughed. “Second, I’m not kidding this time. I’m actually sick.” You scoffed, muttering a small “yeah right.”

Of course, you found it hard to believe. You’ve known Ferris Bueller since you were ten. And you knew that it took a lot for him to be ill.

“Why would I ever lie to you? I’m serious,” he deadpanned. You sighed and pinched the bridge of your nose. “Alright, I’ll bring today’s assignments for you and I’ll visit you as soon as class ends.” You could practically hear him smile through the phone as he spoke. “Thanks, Y/n. You’re the best.” You bid goodbye as he did the same, both of you putting down the phone.

Well, what do you know. For the first time in a long time, Ferris Bueller was sick.

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You dropped your bike right in front of the Buellers residence and sprinted to the back door. You lifted the rug and took the spare key that Katie Bueller left in case of emergencies or whenever you wanted to visit. You were always welcome. Unlocking the door, you bolted up the steps and stopped in front of the door to your best friend’s room..

“Ferris, you better not be naked. I’m coming in.”

“Hi, Y/n.” The sight was beyond pitiful: The floor was littered with used tissues. Bottles of medicine decorated his dresser. And on the bed was a very pale boy, sniffling and shivering still even under the many layers of blankets he was covered in. Oh, Ferris.

“You look like shit.” He let out a weak chuckle. “It’s nice seeing you too,” he quipped. You rolled your eyes at his untimely use of sarcasm and pressed the back of your hand to his forehead.

“Jesus, you’re practically steaming,” You commented, getting up to fetch him an ice pack to hopefully lower his temperature. “I’m flattered, Y/n. I really am. But can you keep it in your pants until after I get well?” You were used to his foul-mouthed jokes by now. “Very funny, loser. Now put this on your forehead,” You handed him the cold material and he obeyed, hissing as it touched his skin.

“Oh, right! I got the homework for you,” you told him, getting your bag and pulling out his books and assessment sheets and laying them on his desk. “I also wrote an extra copy of the notes you missed,” You handed him the pages that you’ve ripped from your notebook where the duplicates were. His eyes, teary from his cold, widened.

“Wha-? But I just asked for you to get today’s assignments! You didn’t have to go an extra mile with taking my notes for me!” He took the papers gratefully, flipping through them. “I’m convinced you’re my guardian angel or some shit! Thank you so much!”

“Anything for you.”

It was true. You’d gladly and endlessly do anything for him.

You’ve liked Ferris since you first covered for him in fifth grade.

Young Ferris thought it’d be a good idea to chuck a bouncy ball at Mrs. Ritland, the math teacher you had all despised. Believe it or not, he was an even bigger idiot back when you were ten. She was writing on the chalkboard, back turned to you; the perfect time to strike. The small toy hit the poor lady’s nape. The classroom was suddenly filled with gasps and the sound of laughter. She exclaimed in pain, rage-filled eyes darting from student to student. Before she could even question which delinquent threw the damned thing, you stood up and raised your hand.

“I did it, Mrs. Ritland!”

Ferris was quick to defend you, chucking another bouncy ball at the woman. “If you even think of punishing her, you’ll have to go through me!”

You were both given a month’s detention and have been inseparable ever since.

“I’m dying,” He croaked, snapping you out of your daydream.

“Oh, please. You’re not dying. You just can’t think of anything good to do!” You quoted him. “Didn’t you say that yourself?”

He groaned, “Yes, I did say that myself. But now isn’t the time. I’m really not feeling well, Y/n.”

“Nonsense! It helped Cameron last time, he felt great afterwards.” You got off the bed, trying to pull him up with you. Instead, he snuggled deeper into the covers. “Aww, come on! Get up on your feet, mister! What do you feel like doing today? The weather’s lovely! Maybe we can go swimming? Or perhaps you’d like to go to the arcade? Ooh, street food sounds good! Just tell me where you wanna go, and I’ll take you there!” You coaxed excitedly.

“As much as I love our adventures, I was thinking maybe we could just stay here? You know, we could talk for a while and we can take a nap together just like when we were kids. And when I’m feeling better, we could watch a movie,” Ferris spoke softly, sniffling right after. You hummed, considering his offer.

“You can stay here and rest. I can get us some corn dogs from the stand nearby, I’ll be quick I promi-”

“No, no, you missed my point,” he shook his head, grinning at your stubbornness. “I meant can you stay? We don’t have to go anywhere. I enjoy your company, it’s more than enough,” He pulled the blankets to his nose, hiding his bashful smile as well as his growing blush. You were sure you would have melted then and there.

“Sure thing. Ferris.” You adored this boy.

It had been an hour since you’d agreed to stay in with Ferris and you were seated at his desk, tutoring him about trigonometric functions, a lesson he missed that day. He was reading the notes on the topic, following along with what you were saying. “Okay, I found this to be quite easy. So, we start off with the basics: sine, cosine, and tangent-”

At least, that’s what it looked like.

At first glance, it seemed as though he was actually studying. But what you didn’t know was that he had been admiring your handwriting and your little doodles on the blank spaces of the paper.

See, Ferris liked you. He’s liked you since forever ago. He remembered the moment so vividly, as if it only happened yesterday.

“I did it, Mrs. Ritland!”

He looked at you and thought, “Wow, that is the prettiest girl I’ve ever seen.” Obviously, he couldn’t let a pretty girl such as you take the blame for what a stupid boy such as him had done. It just wasn’t fair to you. So he immediately admitted that it was his fault, as he should.

He felt guilty that you had to get wrapped up in this mess and had to suffer the consequences. To make up for it, every time you had detention, he would take you to secret hideouts around the school. That two months of running around school trying not to get caught marked your first of soon-to-be-many adventures.

And now here you were, almost eight years later, helping him solve for x. His eyes softened at how into it you were while teaching him. You were even more beautiful than when you were a kid, just when his younger self thought you couldn’t get any more stunning.

He thought about how you were kind enough to fill him in on everything he’d missed; how as soon as class was dismissed, you biked as quickly as you could just to take care of him. You could have easily ditched him to go out and get those corn dogs you’ve been craving; or you could have easily gone out for a walk since, according to you, “the weather’s lovely.”

But you didn’t.

You stayed.

The mere thought of that, along with everything about you, caused his heart to pound out of his chest.

I think I’m in love with her. Fuck that. I am in love with her.

“...And that explains why sine 90° is equivalent to 1. What the-? Ferris Bueller, are you even listening?” You waved a hand in front of his face, still not responding. He looked as if his mind was somewhere completely different. “Hello? Earth to Ferris?” He blinked a few times, shaking his head. He whispered something you didn’t quite catch. “What?” He whispered again. “I can’t hear you, pal. Speak up.”

“I love you. There, I said it.” You were at a loss for words as your eyes met. Both of you progressively got redder by the second.

“What in the right mind made you say that?” Confusion was evident in your voice, as well as nervousness.

“I’ve loved you for a while now and when you dropped everything to visit me today, I realized how deep I’ve fallen,” Ferris bashfully stated. He could be cheesy at times but you thought it was cute.

“Woah, you are such a fucking sap,” You both burst into laughter, him scoffing and clutching his chest in mock offense. “I love you too, you dingus.”

His heart fluttered as you said it. The mix of his sickness and your confession made him lightheaded. You plopped down on his bed, hugging him tightly. “Wait, what are you doing? You’re too close, I’m gonna get you sick!” He asked as you kissed his nose.

You got under the covers with him, rolling your eyes, “You think I still care? I fucking love you for Christ’s sake!” You made him laugh at that. “How about that nap you suggested earlier, hmm?”

He closed his eyes, the biggest grin still plastered on his face. “She loves me,” being the last thought in his head before contently falling asleep.

#80s #80s movies #ferris bueller's day off #ferris bueller x reader #ferris bueller imagine #imagine #ferris bueller #ferris beuller

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free-pool-trash · 4 years

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folklore - isaac lahey {2/?}

part two because i just couldn’t wait lmao! this chapter focuses a lot on the reader but there is some cute isaac moments in there too because i wanted there to be more to the story than just reader and isaac’s relationship <33 this part is kinda just setting stuff up tho so dw!

platonic derek x reader in this part :) and isaac ofc

please let me know what u think :)

word count: 4.4k

warnings: swearing, mentions of blood, i think that’s it???? let me know if i misses anything <3

my taglist is still pretty wishy washy for this so i’m gonna tag the people who enjoyed part one, thanks for all the lovely feedback <3

Taglist: @makeusfreefromthisfandom, @cece-lives-here, @chocolate-raspberries, @belsandthings let me know if you’d like to be added or removed <3

PART 1

PART 3

Endless thoughts plagued your mind as you wandered through the crowded halls. It barely registered with you that Derek could be home and not bother to check in, although maybe it was for the best, you were pretty sure that he was still a wanted man- for a crime you were also sure he didn't commit. You knew Derek, despite the fact that you weren't related by blood you saw each other as family, you knew how he treated his family, it was what he treasured above all else and there was absolutely no way in hell that he had burned his whole family tree to ash.

He and his uncle Peter were the only Hale's left as far as you knew, however saying that Peter was "alive" seemed like a bit of a reach. The man who used to tell you stories and sneak you candy whenever he saw you was completely immobilized now, scarred to the point of being almost unrecognizable, he couldn't talk, he could barely move, he was even being fed through a tube.

Peter was a particularly close friend of your father's, he'd always made you refer to him as 'uncle Peter' and the man did the title justice treating you like one of his own. And while you called him Uncle Peter, he- and the rest of the Hale's- always called you something different; "The littlest of the pack" though you never understood why the family had such an obsession with being known as a pack, you were more than delighted to know that they considered you part of it.

When you were old enough you started volunteering at the hospital which held Peter and after six months of hard work, sweeping hallways and helping the overworked nurses they finally bumped you up to keeping patients company. Since you were still in school you were mostly at the hospital at night and on Sunday mornings, the same time as your favourite nurse, Melissa, who always assigned you to Peter when she was manning the same ward as you. To be honest it was rough seeing him in such a state, it was as though everyone you loved seemed to struggle- the thought alone always made you choke up, made you wish you had some kind of power to take it all away, to make everything better. But you didn't, so you simply read to him, told him about what was happening in the news, stories about what was happening at school as Peter was always one for a good scoop of gossip, you even confided in him about the sharp sting you felt in your chest whenever someone you cared about was in pain, himself included. The logical thing would've been to simply stop visiting him but if you did then he'd barely have any human interaction for the rest of his life and ignoring the fact that he couldn't show it, you knew deep down that he could hear you, felt that he appreciated your visits.

Without even realizing where your feet had been carrying you, too lost in thought to notice, you found yourself nearing Isaac's locker, the boy himself hunched by it, his face hidden by the blue metal door. It was easy to forget over the weekend and after hanging out alone how shy Isaac was, he was a completely different person around you, he was loud, granted he still wasn't as loud as you but he certainly knew how to find his voice, he stood straighter as opposed to how the tall boy stood in the school hallways. To you he stood out, in a perfectly beautiful way, you often chastised him for not giving himself enough credit, always asking if he'd ever even looked in a mirror. Even with your endless compliments that made him blush every time without fail, Isaac still chose to blend in, but you didn't blame him- you blamed his asshole of a father for making him believe he was anything less than wonderful.

It was no secret that Isaac was taller than the average teen in Beacon Hills standing at six foot one, which meant he gave incredible hugs but it also meant he tried his very best to fold into himself in larger crowds and he regularly walked with his head down as to not draw attention to himself, even standing at his locker he bowed his head.

Shaking off your thoughts you walked up to your best friends side, tugging his sleeve softly to alert him of your presence before wrapping your arms around him, enveloping him in a side hug and allowing your head to rest against his arm while he wriggled it out of your grasp to wrap around your waist more comfortably, not paying his burning cheeks and racing heart any mind as he shifted his gaze from organizing his books to the girl clinging to him with a pout on her face, "What's up, buttercup?"

Nuzzling your head further into his side you let out a dramatic sigh, "I heard from Scott that Derek is back in Beacon." Isaac felt his eyebrow raising at the mention of both names, Scott's because you seemed to be hearing a lot of things from him in the last couple of days and at Derek's because he was pretty sure you hadn't seen him in years.

"How would McCall know if Derek's in town? Isn't he pretty much your cousin?" Isaac asked, thumb moving soothingly against your hip as you melted into him, shoulders slumping sadly and your pout only becoming more prominent. His voice sounded slightly aggravated at the mention of Scott but you thought nothing of it, thankfully. Isaac didn't want this to turn into a conversation about his petty jealousy.

"Forget cousin he was more like my big brother. That's what's got me so twisted! Why would he come home and not even bother to check in?" You murmured grumpily against the fabric of the flannel Isaac was sporting instead of his usual cardigan, which reminded you that he couldn't have worn his usual cardigan because you'd forgotten to give it back to him the night before and sported it yourself. The comfy grey material hugging your shoulders as you hugged the boy that the item of clothing actually belonged to.

"When did McCall say he saw him?" Isaac inquired, sorting his books with one hand.

"Yesterday."

"Alright well that wasn't too long ago maybe he's planning on checking in today?" He suggested, finishing up at his locker and throwing his bag over his shoulder, dropping his hand from your hip and sliding it into yours, interlocking your fingers and giving you a comforting squeeze before he began leading you towards the school's double doors, the last class of the day having already ended.

Letting out another sigh you only nodded, swinging your interlocked hands between you as you walked towards the exit.

"I promised my dad I'd finish a plot at the cemetery so he'd let me come over tonight so I'm gonna be a little bit late." Isaac broke the silence, looking at you with an expression that was mixed with disappointment and exhaustion, "That's okay." You offered, squeezing his hand as he'd done yours earlier.

"Do you want a ride home?" You asked him, nodding your head toward your beat up, second hand car that the pair of you had already made several memories in since you got it almost a year ago for your sixteenth birthday.

The brown haired boy only shook his head, giving you a soft smile and nodding towards the bike racks, "Nah, I brought my bike today."

Nodding in understanding, you leaned up and pecked his cheek while you let go of his hand, "Alright. Since you're gonna be late I'll pick up the movie for tonight myself. You just meet me at my place whenever you're ready, Kay?"

"Yes, ma'am." Letting out a soft laugh he watched you walk to your car, already missing your warmth beside him.

The first thing you noticed upon pulling into your driveway was the slick black car that was parked beside your mother's blue one, in your usual spot. The car was new and you didn't recognize it, you quirked an eyebrow, putting your car in park behind your mother's, grabbed your school bag from the passenger seat and got out with a slam of the door.

As you entered the house you were met with the sound of voices floating from the kitchen, picking up on the hushed conversation as you made your way towards the three voices, "You need to tell her." One said, a man. "It's too soon." Another sounded, you recognized the voice to belong to your father. "No, he's right, if what he says is true she's going to get caught up in it either way. Especially now the Argent's are in town." That was your mother. Your eyebrows furrowed, you could only assume that the 'she' they were talking about was you but what you didn't understand was what exactly they were debating telling you and why it had anything to do with the Argent's, were they talking about the Allison girl who had just joined your class?

You pushed open the kitchen door, eyebrows knitted tightly together, your brain taking a second to catch up with who your eyes were seeing, "Derek."

The name left your lips in barely a whisper when your eyes landed on the dark haired man leaning against your kitchen counter with a small smile playing on his lips as he greeted you, "Hey, kid."

Without wasting anymore time you launched yourself forward, arms wrapping around Derek's middle as he let out a sigh, his own arms moving around you slowly to reciprocate your action with a tight squeeze.

"I missed you!" You exclaimed punching the older man in the shoulder once you detached from the hug, expression turning accusing after a moment prompting Derek to purse his lips and brace himself, he knew that look, he hadn't seen it in a while but he knew it. That was your "I've got a bone to pick with you" look, Derek had to fight off the smile that threatened to grow on his lips when he realized that this particular look hadn't changed since you were five years old.

"Do you want to tell me why Scott McCall got to see you before I did?" The man under fire let out a defeated sigh, "If it makes you feel any better I would've rathered it be you that I bumped into." He responded halfheartedly, letting out a huff you turned towards your parents who were sat at the dining table.

"What were you guys talking about before I came in?" You questioned, feeling nervous as the three adults suddenly went rigid, glancing between each other before Derek nodded his head in your father's direction, silently encouraging him to tell you what they'd been discussing earlier.

Letting out a heavy exhale through his nose your father motioned for you to sit down in the chairs across from him, Derek moving to sit beside your father in front of you as you did. "This is going to be hard to believe but I need you to keep an open mind while we explain, alright?" You only managed a nod of your head, nerves ever-growing as you waited for someone to elaborate on whatever they were about to tell you.

"You've heard of werewolves haven't you?"

"Sure." You responded confused, the question seemed out of place in what you assumed was to be a serious conversation.

"Well they're real." Your father responded. You couldn't stop the snort that left your mouth, breaking out into a fit of giggles before you noticed the three adults before you looking at you with absolutely no trace of amusement. "Wait you're serious?!" Your eyes almost bugged out of your head as Derek's eyes flashed blue and he bared his teeth in response to your exclamation.

"...So the howling Scott said he heard in the woods?" You trailed off, eyes wide as Derek nodded his head, "it was a werewolf."

"You?"

"No. An alpha."

Eyes never leaving Derek, you posed another question, "Is this why you're family called themselves a pack?"

The man nodded, not being able to get a word in edgewise while you continued to fire out question after question, "You guys always said I was the littlest of the pack does that mean-" Your mother cut you off with a light chuckle, "No babe, you're not a werewolf." A sigh of relief left you when you slumped back against the kitchen chair, a small twinge of disappointment flooding through you, that would've been cool.

"You may not be a wolf genetically but you're still a member of our pack." Derek assured you, sensing your disappointment. "Are they in the pack too?" You inquired, glancing quickly at your parents before returning your gaze to Derek.

"No. Just you." You couldn't lie and say the statement didn't make you feel special but still, it confused you, "Why not?"

It was your mother's turn to speak now, giving the werewolf a break from your constant curiosity.

"Back before the fire your dad and I had a certain role to play in Beacon Hills," she started, reaching for your hand before she continued, "from the minute you were born you bonded with almost everyone in the Hale house, we didn't understand it completely but we assumed it was because of how close me and your dad were to them. I guess they kind of saw you as their newest cub after Cora." Derek chuckled, chiming in with a quiet, "More like runt of the little." Giving him a glare you kicked his shin under the table while he laughed and you nodded for your mother to keep going.

"Anyway, as you already know me and your dad met in college- studying Mythology. We uncovered supernatural occurrence after supernatural occurrence and those supernatural occurrences eventually led us here, to the Hale's." She told you, looking to your father for him to continue, he cleared his throat before speaking, "We got caught up in it, built a huge repertoire of supernatural entities, including werewolves, I met Peter and we made a truce, ended up becoming best friends in the process."

Nodding your head slowly you spoke up again, "So you guys were like… their supernatural encyclopedia?"

"Pretty much." Derek answered.

"Okayyyy… but that still doesn't answer my question, why am I in the pack and not you guys?" You posed the question to your father who looked at your mother nervously.

"When you were four things got messy, really messy," Derek scoffed, rolling his eyes muttering "understatement of the century" under his breath as your father went on, "Your mother got captured by hunters, Chris Argent and his little gang of merry men." He tensed his jaw, saying the name through clenched teeth before composing himself, "So your uncle Peter made the executive decision to initiate you into the pack to make absolutely sure that nobody would get their hands on you."

"Why?" The three of them erupted into laughs at the look on your face, Derek opting to answer the question, "I don't know how you did it but you had him completely wrapped around your finger. Peter is the most selfish person I've ever met but he would've sooner died himself than let anyone touch a hair on your head. As part of a pack members protect each other at all costs. With you officially a member it meant that we were bonded to you, you were one of us." The mention of Peter made you smile, not that you'd admit it to Derek but you felt the newly exposed pack bond strongest with Peter, the dots only connecting in your head now years later. Derek picking up on your train of thought spoke up, "That's why you can't bring yourself to stop visiting him."

Your mother's voice cut in again, "Those four crescent scars on the back of your neck are from Peter, it's how he marked you as a member without actually turning you." She explained, your hand absentmindedly rubbed the nape of your neck, fingers tracing deftly over the scars that you often forgot about.

"I know it's a lot to digest but there's one more thing." Derek sighed, a slight feeling of guilt growing within him for having to dump this on you all at once. When you didn't say anything, only looked at him he continued, "The hunters who kidnapped your mother, well they're back."

Anxiety bubbled up in your stomach as you whipped your head to your mom, "Are they gonna try take her again?" Your voice was bordering on sounding manic, Derek's voice quelling your worried before you had a panic attack.

"No. I don't think so at least. It's me and the alpha they're after, and- I trust you not to tell anyone this- your friend Scott too." Your eyes widened yet again, Scott was a werewolf? That must have been why he was seeking Derek out earlier today, "That's why he was looking for you isn't it?" You voiced your thoughts, Derek rose an eyebrow in response, "Looking for me?" You nodded enthusiastically, "Yeah, today in school, he and Stilinski started asking me a bunch of questions about why you were here- I told them I'd help them find you." You clarified, trying not to laugh at the exhausted look that came over Derek's face when the name Stilinski fell from your lips.

"Tell him to meet me in the woods later. I need him to help find the alpha." Derek instructed, watching contently as you pulled your phone out of your pocket and began texting Scott, thankful you'd gotten his number.

You: I'm with Derek

You: He wanted me to tell you to meet him in the woods later

Scott: When is later?

"When is later?" You voiced, not looking up from your phone, "After dark." Derek answered and you laughed, "Alright, Bruce Wayne."

You: He says "after dark"

Scott: :/ cryptic much

You: Best I could do wolfie

Scott: He told you??????

You: Yep, I'll fill you in tomorrow there's a lot to unpack here…

Scott: Please don't tell anybody

You: Your secret is safe with me don't worry

With that you set your phone down in front of you, before something crossed your mind, "Wait you said Argent earlier right?" Derek nodded, your mother and father having moved from the table, preparing food in the kitchen.

"Allison Argent just started at my school, I'm pretty sure Scott has a crush on her actually." You informed, shrugging your shoulders lightly, picking up your phone when it buzzed and missing the way Derek rolls his eyes.

Isaac: I'll be over at 7 <3

You: Great what movie do you want me to get?

Isaac: Ladies choice ;)

You: Hope you like Legally Blonde xoxoxo

Isaac: Seriously again?

You: You said my choice no take backs, love you <3333333

The time was 5:45pm and the sky had turned from blue to black, you assumed Derek would be heading off to stress Scott out soon enough so you stood from the table and grabbed your jacket, "I'm gonna go rent a DVD for me and Isaac, you guys need anything?" You directed towards your parents who were messing around in the kitchen like teenagers causing you to roll your eyes but smile.

"Huh? No we're okay. When is lover boy coming?" Your father asked, wiggling his eyebrows at you, laughing at how you groaned, "Stop calling my best friend 'loverboy' one of these days you're gonna slip up and call him that to his face and he'll literally die of embarrassment on the spot!" You yelled, cheeks burning and expecting your mother to come to your defense only to have her laugh along with your father, "Yeah, don't talk about your future son in law like that."

"God, you two are the worst. Derek tell them to stop harassing my friendships." The dark haired man rose an eyebrow from his seat, a strict look on his face, "She's too young for a boyfriend."

"Thanks, Derek. That was absolutely not helpful at all, but thank you." You muttered, grabbing your car keys and heading out the door.

You loved your parents, adored them, they raised you incredibly- that didn't mean they didn't annoy the hell out of you sometimes, though. They had about fifty names that they liked to call Isaac instead of his actual name, the most popular being "loverboy", "heart eyes", or your mother's personal favorite "future son in law." You supposed it was good that they liked him enough to consider him a future son in law, however, it was pretty insensitive when they could clearly see that you were painfully in love with him and fighting with inner turmoil because of it.

After a five minute drive you pulled up to the video store, stepping out and noticing Lydia Martin in the car next to you, you made brief eye contact with the strawberry blonde and the pair of you exchanged friendly smiles before you entered the store. Lydia was nice but you noticed she wore a facade around school, more specifically around Jackson. You remembered quite vividly how she shot Isaac down rather brutally back in freshman year. He'd only asked her out to prove a point to you, you couldn't remember what now but you'd gotten in some form of argument and the resolution you'd come to was that he prove himself and ask someone out, that someone happened to be Lydia. He didn't really like her but the whole debacle did significantly bruise his ego.

Of course, wherever Lydia Martin is Jackson Whittemore was never far away. You almost laughed when the first thing you heard after walking into the store was the jock shouting about not being able to find "The Notebook".

"It's over there." You chimed in, alerting him of your presence and pointing straight ahead of him towards the movie he was searching for.

Nodding thankfully the blonde made his way toward the far shelf while you walked to the other side of the store.

Despite being across the room, Jackson's gasp sounded clearly making you nearly jump out of your skin. Placing a hand on your rapidly beating heart you just shook your head and let out a long breath. You were probably just hearing things, your mind concocting noises to psych you out after learning the new information about the supernatural, Jackson's gasp had absolutely nothing to do with the snarls you thought you were hearing from behind you.

You had yourself convinced you were just hearing things. That was until the snarls became mingled with hot, slobbery breaths that hit the nape of your neck, shocking you into spinning yourself around. You couldn't help the yelp of fear that left your lips when your eyes met beaming red orbs… the eyes- they weren't human.

What you were looking at you could only describe as a beast. A wolf. The ability you usually possessed to control your breathing left you as you heaved, continuing to stumble back as the creature took steps forward until your back hit a row of shelves painfully. DVDs crashing to the floor in your wake.

The creature was face to face with you now, snout coming in contact with your nose as it's demonic eyes bored into your soul. It snarled as you felt your heart rate increase, it was going so fast you were half scared it would detach from it's blood vessels. Everything about the creature scared you, from its eyes, to it's snarl, to its fangs baring in your face, but what frightened you the most was that you felt like you knew it. There was a familiarity with it and you could not for the life of you explain it but you could feel it.

The scream that left you when the beast finally lunged for you with snapping jaws shook the store as the wolf sunk its teeth into the soft tissue of where your shoulder connects to your neck. The pain you felt was as blinding as the eyes that stared at you, the beast raised it's hair covered paw in the air, fully intent of swiping the last remnants of life from your now limp form before it suddenly stopped, looking at you with so much uncertainty. Not getting a chance to analyze the new look on the things hairy face the creature resumed its position on all fours then crashed out of the store window.

"(L/n)?!" Jackson whisper shouted, from around the corner, only seeing your legs peeking out from behind a row of shelves as he made his way over to you, his movements jittery. You tried to call out but your voice failed you, you kicked your legs out weakly to let him know where you were, not knowing he was already rushing towards you.

"Christ… ok just stay awake I'm calling the police right now." The blond, who you'd never known to care for anything other than himself, spoke frantically- shaking as he pulled out his phone.

Your hearing faded in and out as Jackson shouted at law enforcement over the phone. Tilting your head to the side, very painfully, you began to panic once you noticed the gaping bite that had been taken out of your neck, you whimpered pathetically at the sight of your entire shoulder, neck and hair drenched in blood, your blood. Your panic seemed to rub off on Jackson as he noticed your breath becoming heavier and heavier by the second, tears falling down your face as you stared at your injury in fear.

It was just then that sirens wailed from outside, this eased Jackson's nerves, the boy, you had to hand it to him, didn't leave your side until you were safely in an ambulance- your nerves however were still fried, panic growing by the second as strangers fretted around you, yelling orders at each other and pushing painfully against your wounds. Calm didn't settle over you until one of the medics injected you with a needle, you didn't have a clue what was in it and you didn't have time to theorize as your world turned black.

#isaac lahey x reader #isaac lahey imagine #teen wolf x reader #isaac lahey

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alittlebitofinsanitea · 3 years

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Let's Be Matching!

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Summary: Hinata is forgetful, but its cute (prom fic)

Warnings: none!

This one is kinda short but I love Hinata with all of my heart and I had to write this as soon as I got the idea! requests are open fyi so feel free to drop an ask!

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Normally, you would be indifferent. It's not that big of a deal. It is literally just a school dance. You've been to them before, hanging out and dancing with your friends, but this is the first time you really want someone to ask you out, namely your best friend, Hinata. The two of you have been close for so long that you are surprised he can't pick up on the hints you drop. Or maybe he did notice and is ignoring them so your friendship wouldn't be awkward. You shake your head as if to physically force the idea out of your brain. You leave all thoughts of the dance behind you as you walk home.

Any other day, you would be walking home with Hinata, or on occasion, taking turns biking to your house. Today, however, Hinata quickly left school, his words jumbled together in just the right way to effectively put an end to any chance you had of deciphering his energetic screams. You kick some rocks down the street, disheartened and blasting some of your sadder music.

Your song pauses, and your pocket starts to buzz. Your footsteps come to a stop leaving you in the middle of the road. You look at your phone and see Hinata's icon lighting up your screen. You almost hesitate to answer. Instead, you put aside your negative feelings and answer the call with as much joy as possible.

"Hey, Hinata! What's up?"

"Y/N HEY WHAT COLOR IS YOUR OUTFIT GOING TO BE AGAIN?"

"Huh?"

"Your outfit for the dance! You told me about it yesterday, but I forgot the color, and I want to make sure we match!"

"Hinata, we didn't talk about an outfit yesterday, or the dance..." you respond confused.

"I - uh" he stutters and mumbles.

"Sorry, I couldn't hear what you said for the last part," you tell him,

"I thought...well, I thought I asked you out to the dance, but I guess I just dreamed it," he said sadly, "I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable! We can pretend I di-"

"Let's go to the dance, I like you Hinata, I would love to go with you!" you exclaim. You bring your hand to your face to hide your ever-growing smile, stunned that he really truly liked you back! You quickly tell him the color you are planning on wearing and end the call with a long string of laughter and breathy goodbyes.

When you hang up, you can't help but run home as fast as you can. When you finally get home and throw yourself dramatically on your bed, you sigh contently and let the happy feelings flow through your body. Ignoring your homework and other responsibilities, you close your eyes and bask in the newly found warmth you found from your sunshine boy.

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gracelessfighters · 4 years

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i fall apart

JJ Maybank x female reader

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Summary: kinda like a quick little travel through the relationship between reader and JJ as things get progressively worse (shit summary sorry)

Word count: 1.5k

Warnings: hella angsty, cheating, thats it? im mentioning angst again

A/N: i’ve had a really bad day today and i wasn’t originally going to write anything because i wasn’t in the mood, but i had this idea and have literally been crying whilst writing it hence the ANGST (not that this situation applies to me tho i’m just emotional) also havent really read through this so ignore the mistakes

~ italics are flashbacks

“Hi, I seem to have lost my phone number, can I have yours instead?” The blue eyed boy said, distracting you from the large crowd around you, the music fading in the distance as you looked at him and laughed.

“I think that’s the worst pick up line I’ve ever heard,” you say, still smiling at him, “but I suppose I can give you credit for trying, why don’t we start off with names blondie.”

“I’m JJ.”

“I’m Y/N, nice to meet you.” You beamed at him, taking his hand and leading him away from all the people on the beach.

That was the night you met JJ, the night your life became so much better and so much worse in the blink of an eye. If you could, you would make it so you never met him, that way at least you wouldn’t be feeling so empty, so broken and in the most pain you’d ever experienced right now.

You sagged back against the sofa, tears welling in your eyes as another memory of your time with JJ hits you without warning.

“Do you two ever stop with the PDA?” Pope scowled at the two of you, you were sprawled across JJ’s lap, his hand intertwined in yours, your lips still a little swollen from the long kisses JJ would steal from you whenever he caught your eye.

“You’re just jealous man,” JJ grinned at Pope, moving to stroke your leg, “jealous that I have an incredible girl on my lap who loves me.”

Your heart flutters as JJ talks about you, this sound too loud for you to hear the small voice in the back of your head notice that he only said you loved him, not the other way around.

But it didn’t matter, you did love him, he was currently one of the only good things in your life, and even if you felt a little wary about his feelings towards you, you knew that was probably just him struggling to admit them, not because they weren’t there.

If only you hadn’t been so naive, so ready to love a troubled boy whose smile and jokes melted your heart, and whose body made you feel faint. Even though you felt he did love you in his own way, he was not the type of boy to commit - to love forever and without fear. Not like you wanted.

You balled your hands into fists, anything to try and calm the shaking that travelled through your body as you began sobbing once again.

You pulled up to the chateau, hoping JJ was there as he hadn’t showed up to your date. You had waited for hours at the table you were meant to share a meal at, both staff and customers looking at you pitifully, not understanding why you refused to order anything because “he was coming, he just must have gotten caught up with something.”

It had taken closing time of the restaurant to lift the hopeful fog from your eyes, as you got into your car, one lonely tear fell down your face. You had been planning this date for months, something special for your four month anniversary - not that four months was a long time in the scheme of things but as the rest of the pogues said, JJ wasn’t one to commit for more than one night normally, so it should be celebrated.

And you thought he wanted to celebrate it too, even answering your text earlier confirming the details of tonight with an excited reply, as if he loved you - he obviously didn’t though.

The chateau seemed quiet from outside, the only sound were the bugs that appeared at night and the soft sniffles from you as you composed yourself, ready to see why JJ hadn’t shown up. You prayed that he had drank too much, that would be the only time you’d be happy if he had, as it meant the answer you feared wasn’t the correct one.

An overwhelming sense of dread came over you as you opened the door and entered the messy but homely place John B lived in. The door to the guest bedroom was closed, maybe he was just sleeping? He might’ve worked too hard today in all the kook’s gardens. Yes that was probably it.

You took a deep breath in and opened the door, wishing you had prepared more for the likely reality, as that was what you were met with. You could feel your heart break as JJ’s eyes opened at the sudden noise, quickly removing himself from the grip of the naked girl beside him when he realised it was you.

You didn’t want to be here, but you couldn’t move or breathe, all you could do was mutter a small “oh”, as your mind caught up to what your eyes were seeing. JJ already scrambling out of the bed, rushing to get his shorts on so he could try and talk his way out of this.

Your body finally moved, your feet carrying you away from the worst thing you’d ever seen, trying to help you escape before you broke completely.

You knew that image was going to forever live in your mind, hell it was there right now - the sleeping girls face so calm and content, and JJ’s was panicked as he realised he hadn’t gotten away with it. Did that girl have something you didn’t? Was she prettier? Or did JJ just never feel the way you did, instead using you as a placeholder until he could use a stupid pick up line on the next girl to walk past him?

That had happened yesterday, and you had barely stopped crying since, your whole body was now weak from the pain you were feeling, the dehydration from the tears that had been shed and from barely moving off your sofa.

Ten missed calls, that was all the effort JJ had put in trying to talk to you, you had seen his name and face appear on your screen each of these times, but you couldn’t bare to hear his excuses right now, couldn’t bare to hear the voice you loved. It hurt a little that he had stopped at ten, not even a text of ‘I’m sorry’ had been sent, just a few calls. And without you answering he must’ve given up, no longer caring about you and even if you hated to admit it he was probably with the pretty blonde girl.

That was until he knocked at your door, shouting for you to let him in to ‘explain.’ You knew he wouldn’t leave if you refused to open it, and honestly you would rather get this over with so you can go to bed, hold a pillow to your chest and cry.

His face was full of guilt when you opened the door, almost enough for you to forgive him then and there, almost.

“Y/N, please it was a moment of weakness I’m sorry.” He said as he walked past you, turning to face you once he reached the lounge.

“It was our anniversary date tonight JJ.” You hated how small your voice sounded, but the pain in your chest had muted any of the fiery emotions you wanted to feel right now.

“Oh shit,” he mumbled, “we can reschedule it, do it next week instead, put this whole thing behind us.”

You shook your head, “No, we can’t just put it behind us. You betrayed me JJ, I loved you and I know now you never loved me, I just wish you had given me the courtesy of telling me before I found you in bed with someone else.”

You wanted to shout or scream, anything to express how hurt you were, but all that came out was a small voice, one that had been broken like never before, and you weren’t sure if it would ever go back to normal.

“I do love you Y/N,” he moved to grab your hand, only for you to step back, “please, I really do love you.”

“No you don’t, I’m not even sure you can love me. At least not the way I want.” You took a breath before continuing, “I want someone I can melt around. I want someone who melts around me too… I don’t want this standoffish, unromantic love that you’re offering. I want more than that and I think I deserve more too.”

He couldn’t look into your sad eyes that contained only the truth, so he walked away, away from you and your relationship until he was out of your house and on his bike, heading somewhere you didn’t care about.

As soon as the door shut, you collapsed, the breath leaving you body. And as you sobbed, all you could think about was how you wished you had never met JJ Maybank.

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tags: @outerbankslut

this is highkey really bad but oh well

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everyhowlmarksthedead · 4 years

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EZEKIEL ‘EZ’ REYES x READER ⨟ HEADCANON

Anon asked: There is not enough ez tho and you are great writer so can you write something about him falling in love with someone else after emily? headcannon or oneshot ?

Word Count: 1.6k

Author comments: This work wasn't re-edited, so I'm sorry if you find grammar mistakes! I hope you all enjoy. Gif credits: @angels-reyes.

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When you walked to their table and asked what could you do for them, EZ only thought “marry me”.

It's been six months since your father opened his cafeteria at Santo Padre, and the Mayans come every two or three days, except when they're traveling.

They're already your friends.

But, even if EZ is the cutest guy you have ever met, he acts kinda strange some moments. Mostly, when you two are alone.

“Morning, boy scout. Coffee?”

It's too early so the place is almost empty. The Reyes is sitting at his table, writing something in a small notebook that he hides as soon as he notices you.

“Uh?” He asks then nailing an elbow over the white wood, pretending you haven't seen anything.

“Coffee?”

“Su—Sure”. He nods clearing his throat, offering you one of the mugs on the table.

“Were you writing… poems?”

“Poems? Po—Poems? No. No, no, no”. He laughs nervous, shaking his head. “That... shit ain't my style. No. Definitely, no”.

“I like ‘that shit’”. You just say, wrapping your left forearm with your right fingers, after serving the drink.

He looks at you with parted lips, noticing that he's a complete idiot, trying to pretend he's a bad boy just because of the piece of leather he's wearing.

“Hey, mami! Damn! Te ves preciosa por la mañana”. (You look beautiful in the morning). Taza's voice calls your attention, behind you.

“Hey, Aztecas”.

“Uh, right to my heart, querida”. Bishop pretends that you hit him, turning to the guys coming to the table.

“Coffee, coffee, coffee!” Angel says leaving a kiss on your cheek. “Oh, sorry, guys. Have we interrupted your Disney moment?”

“If you say that because your brother looks like ‘Dopey’ from Snow White… yeah, we were having a Disney moment”.

EZ talked about you with the crew. They all were happy because he, finally, was forgetting Emily. And he also looked somewhat more focused. But he's too dumb to talk with you and the crew is always trying to help.

“It's too late, EZ can take you home”. Tranq says, looking through the big glass to notice the empty avenue.

“Yeah! Right, boy scout?” Coco palms his back harder than he should, causing him to almost choke on the beer.

“Fo—For sure. For sure”. He replies coughing, cleaning his mouth with a hand.

“Don' worry, my boyfriend is gonna pick me up”.

Angel spits his drink all over Gilly, when he hears your words.

“Do you have a boyfriend?” The oldest Reyes asks with a high-pitched and shrill voice, trying to recover himself.

“Angel, don' try to escape from the friend zone, it's annoyen' put you in once and again”. You point at him, raising both eyebrows. “I was just kiddin', relax... About my boyfriend, not about the friendzone''.

“Anyway. EZ will take you home”.

“Will you?” Turning to the Reyes, he nods with pursed lips. Well, you actually don't know if he's agreeing or denying, because of the moves of his head.

The whole ride you are preparing yourself for something to happen, but nothing. He just hugs you for a second, before leaving.

Because of the next two weeks listening to his little brother saying that he's going to ask you out, Angel ends up going crazy.

Someone is hitting the small bell on the counter, making you nervous, until you're able to turn around frowning. You find Angel sitting on a stool. Messy hair, eye bags and the same clothes than yesterday. Serving him a coffee, you rest your forearms against the marble edge.

“Rough night?”

“Yeah, like the last two weeks, querida”. He answers by opening his eyes too much with an annoyed and singing voice.

“Can I help you?”

“Yeah, by having a fucking date with my lil'bro”.

Wrinkling your nose, you lean back your head for a second. Confused like never before.

“You like him, dumbass. And since he took you home, he's the whole fucking damn time telling me he's gonna ask you out”. Bowing above the counter, he grabs your wrists resting his forehead on it, almost sobbing. “I fuckin' beg you, (Y/N). Go on a date with him”.

“Why doesn't he ask me?”

“'Cause he has never have a girlfri— Well, he had one, but that fuckin' bitch doesn' count”.

How was possible that a guy like EZ was single all the time. There is something fishy (...).

“But don' worry about sex. He's pretty goo— I mean, I don' know. Zero incest. But girls say so”. He says supporting his chin on the counter, smiling sideways. “I beg you. I'll do anything for you. Please. If I have to listen ‘I'm gonna ask (Y/N) out” again… Damn, preciosa, I swear to god I'm gonna be the fucking mexican Van Gogh”.

When Angel tells EZ that he has talked with you, he goes to the cafeteria like a bat out of hell. But you're not there. You asked for a day off. He thinks he fucked up things because of Angel's chat.

He has been trying to get your number at all cost to text you something. He doesn't know what. Maybe a ‘sorry, my brother is stupid’, maybe a ‘I would like to have a date with you’. But he can't get it.

The next morning he comes back to the cafeteria with the crew, but you're not working. And he feels somewhat disappointed. And Bishop already scolded Angel.

But then, EZ receives a call from the Romeros and Bros.

“Pretty girl asking for you, Ezekiel Reyes”.

He describes you getting up from his chair with his heart about to explode, under the Mayans look.

“Yeah, that's the pretty girl. She's waiting in the clubhouse”.

EZ rides his bike at full speed.

And he's about to have an accident. But it's Ezekiel Reyes. The golden boy. He can't have an accident. What do we say to the god of death? Not today, mijo.

EZ feels his legs trembling as he comes closer to the main door.

“He—Hey… Were you looking for me?”

“Why have you only had one girlfriend and ‘that bitch doesn' count’?”

The Reyes doesn't answer, turning around the bar in silence to grab a small glass, serve tequila on it and drink it in one gulp. After that, he holds your hand, pulling you to the closer sofa to sit with you.

“A man killed my mom. I chased him. I shot a cop by mistake. He died. I went six years to jail. I broke up with my girlfriend because she deserved someone better than me. Then... she aborted our baby, in some kind of revenge. But she still being around, even if I don' want her close, 'cause we work with his husband”.

You're freaking out, hiding it by a serious gesture with pursed lips, nodding for a second.

“I'm not the guy a father would want for her daughter. I should have told you one bit at a time, but I really fell in love with you, when you came to my table. A red lace with white dots tying your hair, the apple smell leaving a trail wherever you went, the smiley you write above every ‘i’ in our bills…”

Now you don't know if he's a psycho.

“Sorre', I remember shit. Photographic memory”.

Oh.

“I would really like to have a date with you, (Y/N)”.

“Were you writing a poem?”

“My mom used to read me every night, and I was studying Literature at college. I fuckin' love poetry”.

He finally gets the date. Tacos, dance, tequila and poems. The perfect one.

Angel sleeps like a baby that night.

Some months before, he introduces you to the club at a party, even if they already know you. But they're Mayans. They need parties like they need air to live.

For life issues, you meet Emily one day walking around Santo Padre, hanging out with Leti. She jeers about your relationship, until you break her nose and also one of your knuckles. Of course, you get arrested because she's Miguel Galindo's BITCH wife.

When EZ goes to pick you up, that BITCH woman is there, making a complaint against you accompanied by a man with braids and black sunglasses.

“Ezekiel”. She sobs, while you live the scene from the cell, rolling your eyes with a heavy snort.

The club has paid your bail, so you can go home after spending the night there. But you're not sure if you want to go home in case that, because of what you did, you're going to have trouble with your boyfriend. You don't want to lose him and maybe you should have thought better about it before hitting her.

The Reyes passes her away, straight to the cell being opened by a cop. And you're trembling, until the man puts his kutte on your shoulders, leaving a kiss on your temple.

“Let's go home, ex-con”. He jokes laughing, surrounding your neck with an arm, walking stuck to you.

EZ usually makes fun of you because of it, calling you “the mexicans Bonnie and Clyde”.

At the end, even if he doesn't have to prove it, he shows you everyday how much he loves you. And after two weeks you don't remember who the fuck is Emily Galindo.

#mayans mc x reader #mayans mc imagine #mayans mc #mayans x reader #ez reyes x reader #ezekiel reyes #ezekiel reyes x reader #ez reyes

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inyourwildestdreamslove · 4 years

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Tell Me No Secrets: Chapter 8

Pairing: Steve Harrington X Reader X Billy Hargrove

Begins in Season 2.

Summary: You thought you escaped the world of science experiments and torture when you walk out of that lab. However, high school has other plans, somehow you end up as unlikely friends and love interests to the two most desired boys in school. Not to mention monsters from another dimension and a little girl named El from your past that just won’t seem to leave you alone. Maybe that lab wasn’t as bad as you thought, at least there people left you alone.

Masterlist

The Complication

You could feel the agitation rolling off of you in waves. After explaining to everyone that you’ve been followed for the past few days by an agent everyone had thoroughly freaked out like you knew they would. The anger was unexplainable and seemed to come out of nowhere and the pacing is the only way to keep yourself under control.

‘This is why I like to handle things myself,’ you think as you continue to pace. The room was still full of your friends as they argued about what the best course of action would be. It started with a guard detail and now Dustin is suggesting some kind of elaborate security device.

You whip around to walk the other way when a sharp pain goes up your side. You cry out, startling everyone in the room as you sink to the floor half in surprise and half in actual pain. Another sharp pain follows quickly after and again and again, before you know it you are curled up on the floor attempting to protect yourself from the phantom assault. A sob wracks your body as you actually feel one of your ribs crack a sharp pain pierces your hand and your nose. A few minutes later the assault is done and you just lay in a heap, your body throbbing and everyone in the room in various stages of panic and chaos.

You lay still and suddenly your vision is blurry and you are gazing at a living room you’ve never seen before. A man is casually leaning against the counter as you drag yourself up and shuffle to the bathroom. You lay your head against the door, the cool wood feels good against your forehead. You don’t pay attention to anyone, it’s not until Steve puts a hesitant hand on your arm that you are brought back to the room around you. You blink taking in the familiar couch and the familiar faces of your friends. You flinch away from him and he backs up hands in the air.

“It’s okay…”

You shake your head and get unsteadily to your knees your hands go to your throbbing nose when you pull away you expect to see blood but there is nothing there. You blink in surprise before you press on your rib expecting pain, but there isn’t anything there other than a phantom throbbing.

“What happened?” you ask shakily.

“We were kinda hoping you could tell us that…” Steve says hesitantly.

“I don’t know…”

“What do you mean you don’t know?” questions Hopper’s tight voice.

You gaze down at the floor before you glance up at Max, “What does your living room look like?”

“Huh? Why?”

“Just… what does it look like?” you ask again as you put your hand to your head attempting to soothe your throbbing head.

She begins to describe the beige walls and the TV in the corner. The window that opens up to the kitchen. You gaze unseeingly at the carpet as you recall every detail about what just happened to you.

“I see…” you say before you stumble to your feet with Steve and Melanie on either side to steady you before you walk wordlessly to your bedroom.

“Okay… what just happened here?” questions Hopper as he gazes at where you just were.

“We don’t know…” sigh Melanie, “She did that the other night.”

“When?” questions Elle.

“A few nights ago… I-I don’t remember exactly when…”

You can still feel the residual pain aching in your muscles as the water from the shower beats down on you. You don’t feel like dealing with anyone as you ponder what you think is happening. You inhale a shaky breath as you picture the living room and man leaning casually against the wall watching you get up. There is no emotion, dead eyes watch you as you make your way towards the bathroom. A moment later water is scalding your skin as you gaze around at the green tiles surrounding you, with a blink you are back in your own shower. Groaning you force yourself from the shower and into bed hoping against hope that you are able to get a good night’s sleep. You have a feeling you are going to need it for tomorrow.

The next morning dawns and before you can even think of riding your bike to school Steve is in your driveway and much to your surprise so is Dustin.

“Why are you here?” You ask in confusion as you lock the door behind you.

“I’m taking you to school, it’s too dangerous for you to ride your bike there,” says Steve as he crosses his arms.

“He’s right! You need protection,” interjects Dustin.

You furrow your brow at the duo in confusion, “Okay…” Mostly because you know that attempting to argue with them at seven o’clock in the morning is far more hassle than it’s worth. Also, you decide not to mention that you are more than capable of dealing with anyone that comes your way, but they enjoy being heroes and who are you to take that from them? Plus you simply don’t feel like riding your bike today.

When you pull into the parking lot at school you don’t think much of the fact that Steve gave you a ride until you get out of his car. You feel eyes on you instantly as whispers flare up all around you. A particular pair of blue eyes catch yours though.

“What do you think she’s doing with Steve?”

“Wasn’t she with Billy last week?”

“What are they doing with the freak?”

“What do they see in her?”

“It has to be a bet! You know they’ve been competing for King status…”

“Has to be a bet.”

“Hey! Don’t listen to them okay?” You hear Steve’s voice in your ear suddenly.

You whip your head around to face him and notice the way his hand is on the small of your back and the way he guides you into the school.

You blink attempting to refocus yourself as you try to block everyone out. You don’t have time for their rumors, you have more important things to do. You wave Steve off when you get to your locker insisting that you would be okay.

“Are you sure?” he asks in concern as he leans against your locker door, his eyes searching yours. You are beginning to understand why so many females like Steve. He has the uncanny ability to make himself look like a puppy and is quite endearing if not a little slow.

“I’m fine, Steve, I’ve somehow managed to survive without you my entire life up until now. I think I can handle first period.”

“I just…”

“Go!” you shoo him away much to the scandal of the female population that was trying not to be obvious they were eavesdropping and even more so for the ones who didn’t care if you knew they were.

You don’t see Steve again until lunch when he plops himself down in the chair next to you.

“So… How are you doing?” asks Steve as he pours little packets of hot sauce on his burrito.

You roll your eyes, “I’m fine Steve…”

He doesn’t look convinced as he regards you with concern, “Yesterday was pretty intense…”

“I don’t want to talk about it,” you say coldly.

Steve has become rather bold rather quickly because he doesn’t seem to care whether or not you want to talk about it, “Maybe you should though! You should talk about it!”

“What good would that do?” you ask seriously as you attempt to concentrate on your math homework.

“You were scared… Hell, I was scared! You just started to scream and writhing in pain for NO REASON.”

“Would you keep your voice down!” You ask in an angry whisper, “Everyone at this school already thinks I’m some kind of freak, I would rather possession not be added to the rumor mill, especially when it involves both you and Billy.”

“Sorry! Geeze! I’m just trying to help!” he hisses back at you.

You fix him with an angry stare, “Perhaps in private would be better, you never know who is listening.”

“Ah… right…” he looks thoroughly chastised as the two of you make your way out of the cafeteria and to your science class.

“We still need to work on our project…” Steve grumbles as you both pile yourselves into the classroom.

“We can finish it up tomorrow after school,” you say decisively.

“Tomorrow? Why not tonight?”

“I have things to take care of tonight.”

“What things?” He asks almost defensively.

“Things that don’t concern you,” you mutter emotionlessly.

“Hey! You aren’t going after any more-” he asks, clearly offended.

“Steve!” You growl.

He lowers his voice to a whisper as he leans in, “-any more of those guys are you?”

“No… this has nothing to do with that…”

“You know friends trust one another right?” he asks in annoyance.

“Then you should trust me,” you say calmly as you look towards the front of the classroom as your teacher enters the room.

You hear him scoff from beside you, but you decide to ignore him, mostly because you know it annoys him when you do.

***

You can feel Billy’s gaze on you as you read the assigned material for your English class. Agaitiation rolls off of him in waves as you attempt to ignore him, but how can you when you know what you know?

It’s when the bell rings that a message floats between the two of you, landing softly in his mind, “Meet me behind the school.”

His eyes widen as he gazes at you like you are out of some horror movie, but you ignore the way the shock travels up his body and ricochets through his mind. A few minutes later you are standing before him as he leans against the wall.

“What’s this about?” he asks confidently, his voice doesn’t reflect the fear in his mind.

“Lift up your shirt,” you say while crossing your arms.

“Sweetheart if this is what you wanted all along…”

“No. Now lift up your shirt,” you say emotionlessly.

He rolls his shoulder and his jaw before he straightens, “What if I don’t want to.”

You tilt your head to the side, “What happened last night?”

He leans his head back and regards you with narrowed eyes, “That’s none of your business.”

“It’s my business when I’m a crumpled heap on the floor of my own house,” his eyes widen at your statement, “Now, lift up your shirt,” you say forcefully.

He holds your gaze as he angrily untucks his shirt from his too-tight jeans and pulls it up to reveal black and blue ribs. His side is all manner of colors some bruises are almost healed while others are fresh.

Shame sets you on fire as you regard him and it takes you a moment to realize that shame doesn’t belong to you.

You merely nod at him, “Thank you.”

He drops his shirt back down and refuses to look at you. His shame is replaced with anger, mostly because he doesn’t know what else to do with himself.

“Oh yeah! And what’s that gonna do huh?! You think you can fix this shit?! Fix my fuckin life?!”

“You would be surprised at what I can do…”

He snaps his head up to look at you his breath catching in his throat.

“Let’s go,” you say as you breeze past him into the school.

“Where?” he asks bewildered.

“To take care of this.”

His whips around as the door goes to slam in his face, he catches it at the last second as he attempts to tuck his shirt back in before following you down the hallway.

The ride to Billy’s house is silent as he chain-smokes cigarettes, the smoke flying out the open window. The ride is loose and fast and despite the fact that he wants you scared, you know better than to actually be. He pulls into the driveway and the two of you make your way up to the front door. You look around at the perfectly manicured yard before you enter the living room you were in last night.

“He uh… won’t be home for a couple of hours…”

“It’s fine, I can wait,” you say calmly while you pull out the book your class is reading for English.

“So you can really do it huh?” he asks as he sits down next to you on the couch. His elbows are on his knees and his hands have formed a fist under his chin. He’s wound as tightly as a wire about to snap.

You regard him quietly for a moment before you answer, “Yes, I can.”

“How?” his voice is rough as if he is holding back tears.

“You shouldn’t ask questions you don’t actually want answers to.”

He glances at you out of the corner of his eyes before he gets up and lights another cigarette taking a long drag.

“You should do the reading,” you murmur softly.

“What? Why?” He asks, almost outraged you would suggest such a thing.

“It would be best if he thought us to be working on an assignment.”

He nods absentmindedly before he puts the cigarette out and reaches for his bag. He pulls the book out and settles down to read it, but even though his eyes are moving he isn’t comprehending anything. After staring at the same page for several minutes he closes the book harshly and slams it down next to him on the couch. He runs his hands through his hair messing it up before he inhales a large breath then exhales. You watch him while he does all this in mild confusion.

“Do you doubt me?” You ask calmly.

He lets out a forced laugh as he shakes his head, “I don’t know what to think sweetheart.”

He looks up at you and his eyes lock with yours. They are a deep blue and remind you of the turbulent sea in a hurricane, this time though you think you can see a little bit of sun hidden in the depths. As if for once he has hope.

The door opens almost violently and if you hadn’t felt the waves of anger rolling off of the male before he made his way into the house you would have been startled.

“What’s going on here?” Billy’s father asks, you see right through his forced cheery facade and see for what it is a very dangerous question.

“We were just uhh…” Billy stalls in shock, clearly not expecting him yet.

“Working on an English assignment, we were paired up in class,” you finish easily for Billy regarding the man before you carefully.

“Right…” Billy trails off looking anywhere but at his father.

“I see… Will she be staying for dinner?” He asks, completely ignoring you.

“No, our assignment shouldn’t take that long,” you say calmly before you dutifully go back to your book.

‘Assignment my ass… Like I’m going to believe this isn’t his next whore…’ The thought flits across your mind, but you just keep your face blank giving nothing away.

Billy catches your eye looking nauseous. You merely nod your head towards the book before you go back to your own.

You hear the heavy boots of his father as he walks into the kitchen but you make no move to do anything.

Billy’s leg begins to bounce with his nerves.

Abruptly you stand and regard the man as he returns from changing from his work clothes. He stalls in the hall and just looks down at you in confusion.

“You’re going to stop hurting Billy. You will not hurt anyone in this family,” you say seriously, the order hanging in the air. “If I find out you’ve hurt any of them there will be consequences. Now you are going to forget this conversation ever happened.”

His eyes are blank and unseeing as you turn back to a bewildered Billy.

“That’s it?” He asks in bewilderment.

“Yes,” you say calmly, “I would like to go home now.”

He blinks up at in confusion.

“You have to take me there,” you supply in place of his obvious confusion.

“How do I know this worked?!” he asks in bewilderment.

“You don’t… yet. Also, don’t say anything to anyone,” he blinks at the order vaguely wondering if you used your power on him.

With that, you turn and walk out the door with a very confused Billy following dutifully after you.

***

The next morning, before you even step out of your front door, you can hear the arguing.

You roll your eyes as you gaze between Steve and Billy with Dustin and Max standing off to either side, both looking equally exasperated by their ride to school.

“Why are you both here?” you ask in annoyance regarding them both with crossed arms and narrowed eyes.

“I”m taking you to school!” They chorus before they return their glares back to one another.

“This is becoming excessive…” you murmur more so to yourself than the group surrounding you.

“Look, you don’t need to be riding your bike to school with…” Steve trails off looking imploringly at Billy.

“What? What’s going on?!” asks Billy in obvious annoyance around the cigarette between his lips.

“Nothing that concerns you…” you say regarding Billy calmly.

“You heard her! Nothing that concerns you!” Steve echos tauntingly.

“Enough, Steve,” you reprimand.

Billy scoffs from your other side, “You heard her Harrington, enough,” he says with a triumphant smirk.

Steve whips around in a fighting stance to regard Billy.

“ENOUGH! Both of you!” you exclaim in annoyance, “I don’t know what’s gotten into either of you, but I can take care of myself just fine. I’ve been doing it for a long time.”

“Yeah, but that doesn’t answer the question of who’s taking you to school, sweetheart?” Billy interjects indicating the two cars before you.

“Who was here first?” you ask in annoyance.

“I was!” They both chorus and you just cross your arms with a sigh.

You look to Max and Dustin for the answer and Max raises her hand, “We were here first.”

You nod decisively, “Billy can take me to school, Steve, you can take me home, okay?”

Billy smirks triumphantly and Steve just regards you in surprised betrayal.

“But it’s Hargrove! What if his bad driving kills you?!” Steve yells in annoyance.

“Billy has been giving me many rides to and from school, I’ll be fine.”

“He has?!” Steve asks following you to the passenger door of Billy’s car.

“Yes Steve, he has, long before you did,” you say patiently.

Steve just squeaks in indignation as you shut the door effectively ending the conversation.

Flying down the road towards school Billy has a Cheshire grin on his face, “You know you could have just told Harrington you wanted me to take you…”

You glance at Billy out of the corner of your eye, “I honestly didn’t care either way.”

“Sure sweetheart… Sure…” he says with confidence dripping from his voice.

Max scoffs in the back seat, “You know she’s too smart for you right?”

“What did you say?” he growls back.

As the siblings begin to bicker back and forth you notice it, the buzzing.

“Quiet both of you!” you exclaim shutting them both up momentarily.

“Don’t tell-”

“Hush!” you exclaim the order hanging in the air as you turn your head this way and that trying to get a read on the buzzing in your head.

Your eyes widen as it starts getting stronger and there you see a vehicle sitting at the intersection not fifty feet away clearly waiting for someone. You narrow your eyes as you regard the car.

“Billy,” you murmur turning to look him in the eyes, “Floor it, if they catch us we might as well be dead.”

He just nods, the barest hint of fear in his eyes as he lays his foot down on the gas pedal, his car roaring to life.

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Lightsabers for Hire

- Anthony C [Kyberheart]

Hey everyone! This is the first piece of writing I’m publicly sharing here! All comments and criticism are not only welcomed but appreciated! This fic can also be found on AO3, the link to which can be found here: [Link]

From: Hylo Visz

To: Aidrien Keyett

Subject: Need to talk.

Hey Commander.

Got a new lead for ya’. I think you’ll be personally interested in this one! Meet me in the cantina at thirteen-hundred hours, we’ll talk more about it.

Hylo

The message was short, sweet, and accurate to Hylo’s assessment, intriguing. The vagueness of her message, and her emphasis on finding it ‘personally’ interesting, had made it so to Alliance Commander, Aidrien Keyett. Rien arrived at their agreed meeting point a couple minutes early, however Hylo had already been waiting. She lifted her hand to him in a casual wave from a seat in the back. A server droid approached only an instant after Rien sat down.

“Afternoon, Commander. Glad you could make it. What’ll you have?” Visz greeted him. Rien raised an eyebrow, amused. The smuggler was a legend, she commanded respect and was a force to be reckoned with. Yet it was surprising just how laid back the Mirialan actually was.

“It’s kinda early isn’t it?”

She shrugged in response to him. “I like to get a head start.” She glanced to the droid “Juma Juice, neat. Commander?” she prompted again with a smirk.

Rien smirked back at her “Water’s fine, thanks.” the droid chirped and rolled away from the booth “You said you had a lead for me?”

She chuckled “Straight to business. I like that about you, Commander.” she leaned forward, her posture taking a more formal air, with her arms resting on the table “We’ve recently hired a few of the Corellian Run boys to help smuggle spare ship parts to us. Well, to make a long story short, we’ve been hearing some tales from them of a mysterious bounty hunter on Corellia. Nothing out of the ordinary so far, right? Here’s where it gets interesting.” The droid returned with the two drinks on a mounted tray. Hylo took her drink and took a sip before continuing.

“So, allegedly, this new bounty hunter uses Lightsabers.”

“A Jedi?” Rien asked before taking a sip of his water.

“Possibly. No offence to you and your order, but with the rate you and the Sith have been dying in the last century, Lightsabers have flooded the black market. Taken off the bodies from battlegrounds.”

“And Corellia was a combat zone in the last war.” Rien adds rhetorically.

“This could be nothing, or it could be something, but I figure it’s ‘something’ enough to at least follow up on.”

“Do we know anything else about this hunter?”

“The stories refer to him only as Ke’dem Guerlle”

Rien’s brows knitted together. ‘Ke’dem Guerlle’. It was Old Corellian.

“Fallen Guard?” he guesses at a translation to which Hylo only looks at him with surprise.

“You know your Olys Corellisi...”

The statement was partially true. He studied as a Jedi Initiate on the planet Socorro, one of the first major Corellian colonies. The settlers had brought their language with them, yet over the generations it mutated into it’s own distinct dialect, Midys Corellisi or ‘Middle Corellian’. Though mostly similar, Rien had remembered being made keenly aware that the two were not the exact same after a slight miscommunication ended up with him walking away with a black eye once. Still, the wording of this name seemed deliberate.

“It’s an odd name for a bounty hunter. Sounds like he could be a Jedi, or he wants people to think he is. Anything else?”

“Not much but I can get my people working on it.”

“I’d appreciate it. I’ll see if Agent Shan knows anything.” He finishes the rest of his water. “Thank you for bringing this to me.”

Hylo waves her hand dismissively “Part of the job isn’t it?” her own rhetorical statement “Later, Commander.”

---

“I’ve scoured my contacts, called in a few favours, even called Teff just in case, our man Ke’dem Guerlle is practically a ghost story. No known identity or useful information of any kind that might point to a location. All we know is that both CorSec and The Corellian Jedi are looking for him as well”

Two days had passed since Rien’s meeting with Hylo. Rien had brought the information to his other advisors immediately. Now Theron offered his findings.

“I’d rather not get either of them involved if we can help it.” The Commander sighed “So we’re still at square one?”

“I didn’t say that.” The agent’s voice dipped deeper and more playfully. “Ke’dem just seems to pop up places, he was spotted yesterday at the racing club of one Zuurgessh The Hutt.” Theron pulled up a holo image of security camera feed. A being, dressed rather plainly if not for the large domed helmet covering his face, was frozen mid-walk in the flickering blue image.

“He’s a racer on top of a hired gun?”

“I doubt it. Witnesses say he went in, spoke to Zuurgessh and left about fifteen minutes later. Zuurgessh prides himself on being a ‘legitimate businessman’ but it’s common knowledge that he’s crooked in almost every way.”

Rien stared at the holo-image

“How do we know that’s even Ke’dem?”

Theron smirked “The helmet is part of his legend. No one knows what he looks like, allegedly. Which would make it easy to blend in when he’s not working.”

Rien only nodded in return. “Well then Zuurgessh is the one I need to visit. He’s our best shot at finding him at the moment.”

“I thought you’d say that. I can have my shuttle ready in about thirty minutes.”

Rien’s head snapped up from the holo-image

“You want to come with me?”

“I figure you could use some help. I made a pretty big name for myself as a swoop racer on Manaan. I know the type of place Zuurgessh runs, and maybe I could use that name to get a face to face meeting with him.”

Rien’s confusion morphed into disbelief “You were a racer? How come you never told me?”

Theron grinned “You never asked.”

Rien rolled his eyes “Alright, you got me there. But hey, if you want to come with me, I’d like that” His voice trailed into a softer tone as he spoke, to the point of near fluster at the end. Theron moved slightly closer to the Jedi Knight.

“I’d like that too.” he leaned in, giving Rien a quick peck on the cheek. “I’ll get the ship ready. Thirty minutes, don’t be late.” he joked as he rounded the holotable and headed towards the hanger.

Rien couldn’t fight the blush on his cheeks as he too left the ops centre. He made his way to his quarters, still blushing. A couple of days alone with Theron on a ship, he could think of a few ways to pass the time. He smiled to himself. The damn agent made it impossible to focus on the mission. Shaking his head he tried to focus. Ke’dem Guerlle, Fallen Guard. If he was a Jedi, that also complicated matters. Worse if they were a fallen Jedi like the name suggested, or worse again, a former Sith.

---

Corellia was almost exactly as he had left it ten years ago. The buildings were still scarred from the Imperial invasion, though repair work was still being done to fix the damage. Still, the Corellians had earned their reputation as a resilient people. The city streets were alive with activity. Street vendors yelled their offers into the bustling crowds. Speeder traffic was as hectic as ever, which is where they found themselves now. Theron piloted their currently stopped swoop bike, waiting for the automated lights to allow them to proceed. Rien sat behind him, observing Coronet City.

“We should have just taken the tram.” Theron grumbled.

Rien chuckled “Wasn’t it you that said it wouldn’t ‘look good for a racer to show up without his bike’?” he teased.

“Shut up...” he continued to grumble. “Finally!” he exclaimed as the lights turned green. However, the speeder in front of them remained stationary. A loud horn sounded behind them.

“WANNA MOVE THERE, WAGYXOL?! I GOT PLACES TO BE!” a loud voice shouted from the speeder behind them. It got the attention of the front speeder which awkwardly lurched forward and took off at a speed slightly higher than the zone permitted. Traffic began to flow again.

“What’s your plan for when we go in here?” Rien asked, his voice needing to raise slightly to compensate for the sound of the engine and the velocity.

“I’m gonna introduce myself as Theron Shan, former Swoop Racer on the Manaan circuit. You’re going to be my manager.”

“Your manager?!” Rien began to protest “Theron, I have no idea-”

“Don’t worry” Shan cut him off. Rien could feel Theron chuckle though his body’s sudden vibrating “We just need to play it enough to get us in a room with Zuurgessh.”

“I have a bad feeling about this...” Rien muttered to himself.

It took them very little time after that before they were pulling up to a rather large establishment. The building seemed to be a converted tram station. The neon signage that decorated most of the front of the building made it stand out and look completely unlike a tram station, were it not for the actual track that went through the top of the building. Theron parked the swoop beside a number of others at the front of the entrance. Their arrival earned several glances. A pair of Twi’lek women took notice of Theron and began to blatantly eye him up, giggling to each other once they caught Rien looking at them.

“Looks like you already have fans.”

Theron smirked “Jealous?”

Rien rolled his eyes “Sure.”

Actually, if he were honest with himself, he was feeling a tinge of jealousy. They had only recently begun to cement their relationship. He had to promise himself that he would not let Theron and their relationship affect him in the field. Yet sometimes, slips like these happened.

The pair walked into the racing club. The floor was sticky and covered in old betting slips. Large screens projected live footage of races to the mass of rowdy patrons. In the middle of the floor stood an old ticket desk that had been converted into a bar and a betting desk. An Aqualish woman and a Torguta man ran the bar, while a Nautolan male ran the betting.

Rien glanced to Theron “Show time.” he grimaced.

“Just... act casual” Theron advised as they made their way over to the Nautolan.

“Can I help you gentlemen?” The bookmaker asked.

Rien took one last glance at Theron before stepping forward.

“Actually, I am hoping that you’ll help me!” Rien said with all the enthusiasm he could muster. “I need to speak with the esteemed Zuurgessh. I have a very profitable en devour for him.”

The Bookie paused his typing and stared at Rien. At least that is what the Jedi assumed. The man’s large black orbs could have been looking anywhere for all he could tell.

“And what would that be... Mister?...”

“Keyett” He introduced himself, offering his hand out to the Nautolan. “Rien Keyett. I represent this extraordinary man right here.”

The Bookie didn’t bother to take Rien’s hand, who sheepishly lowered it. The Bookie sighed.

“Lemme guess, you’re trying to get your friend in to see Zuurgessh, probably to get a racing contract because he’s the next Zorrin Darklighter or whatever, right? You know how many people come in with the same story every week?”

Rien was left speechless, he glanced at Theron who seemed as collected as ever.

“Hey I don’t claim to be the next Darklighter but surely you’ve heard of me? Theron Shan? two-time winner of the Manaan Open and runner up in The Progenitor Classic?”

The Bookie’s eyes suddenly widened. A large smile forming across his face “Of course! I see it now. Theron Shan! Well in that case, no.” The man’s voice was saturated with sarcasm. Glancing to Theron, Rien had to fight the urge to snicker at his Boyfriend’s irritated and almost insulted expression.

“Hey!” Theron began to protest. “I’m serious. Look it up.”

“Listen, Mr Shan. I’m not saying you’re not who you say you are, but Manaan hasn’t been a hotspot for famous racers for nearly half a century. So while I’m sure those are impressive feats on Manaan, they don’t mean a thing here. So, do you wanna place a bet or not? If not, move along.”

“This is going nowhere.” Rien sighed. The Jedi walked right up to the desk, looking straight into the Nautolan’s eyes. Lifting his right hand, and extending his thumb and two fingers, he waved them in front of the other’s vision. “You will take us Zuurgessh and tell him that a promising racer wants to see him”

The Nautolan blinked slowly, his words slurring for a moment as his mind tried to fight against Rien. “I-uhhh. I will-will take y-you to Zu-Zuurgeeessh”. The Bookie proceeded to come out from behind the desk. He made his way to a door off to his left. The Bookie began to speak Huttese into an intercom system. After a few exchanged words, the door was opened by The Bookie who gestured for them to follow.

“And you said you wouldn’t be a convincing manager.” Theron leaned forward to mutter, chuckling at Rien’s actions.

---

The Bookie led them up to the second floor. As the three men reached a large set of doors, they were stopped by a Weequay and a Nikto who guarded the doors. The Weequay and the Nautolan exchanged a few words in Huttese before the Nikto opened the door for them. Stepping inside, Rien took note of the opulent and lavish office of the Hutt. A large window overlooked the start and finish lines of the swoop track. The wall to the left was covered from ceiling to floor with various trophies and holographic picture frames of racers over the decades. The opposite wall held a massive series of screens showing camera footage feed from around the track. In the centre of the room sat the Hutt himself.

Zuurgessh was a smaller than average Hutt, the Jedi noted. He held a large cigarra between plump fingers adorned with at least one massive and gaudy ring on each digit, his other hand mirrored the ostentatious display. The Hutt also wore a trio of large gold necklaces around his neck and a set of five rings that went up his tail. The gold, silver, and platinum metals stood out against the Hutt's navy and gray toned skin. The Hutt sat behind a desk with a Rattataki woman across from him. They both looked up to the source of their interruption.

"What's this? I thought I told you lazerbrains not to bother me right now!" The Hutt barked out

The Nikto and the Rattataki exchanged a few words in Huttese as well while Zuurgessh took a drag of his cigarra, exhaling a large cloud of smoke through his nose. Rien wasn't going to waste any more time with this.

"Esteemed Zuurgessh. I am Jedi Master Aidrien Keyett" Rien bowed to the Hutt, attempting to be as respectful as possible. "I've come to you seeking information about a man that visited you last week."

The Rattataki spoke up "I'm afraid you'll have to be more specific, Master Jedi. Zuurgessh sees a lot of people on a daily basis." The Rattataki walked slowly around Rien as she spoke, her voice low and paced. The body suit she wore was a simple deep maroon affair though it served to highlight her slender yet solid physique. The Hutt's bodyguard, Rien assumed. A deadly seductress that would solve any dispute, either with charm or wrath.

"This man here."

Rien turned slightly to see Theron holding out a holoprojection of the man from the briefing on Odessen. Turning his attention to Zuurgessh and his bodyguard, they were staring at each other, faces impassive as they exchanged this non-verbal communication.

"I-" the Hutt spoke up first then proceeded to pause for a beat "- may have met this man. What business do you two have with him?" The Hutt asked as he flicked at the end of his cigarra, letting the ash fall into a tray on the desk.

Rien’s gaze flicked between Hutt and Rattatakki. He could sense the strong emotions from them. Fear. It radiated off them in waves, yet there was also a hint of hope. “We only wish to find him, good Zuurgessh”

The Hutt took one more pull from the cigarra and nodded to his Bodyguard. Her demeanour changed to one of pure professionalism as she spoke now. “We might be able to reach an agreement then.”

“Is that so?” Theron’s voice cut across “What happened between you and Ke’dem?”

“Ke’dem has been acting on behalf of a racer who wants to end their contract prematurely. We reached an agreement that Ke’dem would work off the racer’s contract and invested credits by taking-” she paused, glancing to her boss with a sly smirk “- private jobs.” Turning her gaze back to the Jedi, she was quick to reassure him “Don’t worry, Master Jedi, nothing too scandalous.”

“Lately the hunter is getting restless. He’s accusing us of prolonging the arrangement” Zuurgessh interjected “He’s becoming insufferable, threatening me. Me!” The Hutt’s voice raised.

“The problem is, that he does have information now that would jeopardize us. He’s threatening to go to CorSec with it if we don’t terminate the contract immediately and refund them for the extra work.” The Bodyguard continued.

Rien and Theron shared a look. The business of The Hutts was often too messy to bother oneself getting involved in. Rien didn’t even know these two men, but a part of him felt sympathy for Ke’dem and the racer he was helping.

“So what is it you want to do about it?” Theron questioned.

“We want to be free of this. We want Ke’dem to be removed from the picture. We’re willing to cut the contract of the racer. Frankly, it’s become too much trouble to be profitable.” The Bodyguard spoke.

“When you say ‘removed’?...” Her choice of words left Rien concerned.

Zuurgessh exhaled more smoke and shrugged his shoulders “Killed, pressured into backing down. I don’t care as long his threats stop.”

“We might be able to help, but we need to find him first.” Theron replied.

“That shouldn’t be a problem. We can contact him, tell him that we have decided to concede to his terms and that we wish to hand over the money in person.”

“That would work?” Rien asked, he had to admit, it seemed too simple.

“It could be passed off as an ‘off the books’ transaction. No records of a transfer meaning a quiet solution” Theron piped up.

Zuurgessh smiled, his wide mouth breaking his face almost in half, “I like this one.” The Hutt began to chuckle.

“Let’s do it then. Contact Ke’dem.” Rien was less than convinced that this would be so smooth.

---

They had been waiting for nearly two hours. During which time, they had been treated as guests of The Hutt, they watched a couple of races with Zuurgessh, drank from his personal stock of expensive wines and Theron was even offered a job. As the afternoon drew on, there seemed the probability that Ke’dem was a no show.

“You think he suspected a trap?” Theron’s voice, barely a whisper, drifted into Rien’s ear.

“I’m not sure. I didn’t sense an-”

Rien was cut off as the double doors slid open with a low hiss.

“I’m here Zuurgessh. Where’s the money.”

Rien and Theron stood to see the Bounty Hunter. The masked man realized the presence of extra attendees. As quick as a bolt, Ke’dem dashed back out through the doors before they could close.

“Stop him!” yelled The Rattataki as Theron sprang to action, vaulting over the sofa and running after the Hunter. Rien followed suit, sprinting past the bewildered door guards. The Hunter ran back through the bar, pushing through the crowds, an angry chorus erupted at being pushed and shoved. The duo followed their target out of the establishment and watched as he straddled a blue and silver Dasta speeder.

Theron instinctively rushed to his own swoop.

“Get on!” he called to Rien.

The Jedi complied, quickly straddling the bike.

“Hold on.” Was Theron’s only warning as the Swoop lurched forward and took off in pursuit.

Rien could only watch as Theron whipped through the traffic. The chase caused a number of travellers to sound their horns and yell profanity at the two bikes. Still, Rien couldn’t help but be impressed at Theron’s handling of the swoop. Ke’dem was a skilled rider it seemed, and Theron was able to match him and more. Theron was closing the gap on Ke’dem, The Hunter pulled right hard into a less busy stretch of road. The Hunter turned in his seat slightly. Suddenly a series of red blaster beams came straight for Rien and Theron. Theron was forced into decelerating and taking evasive manoeuvres. Ke’dem took another sharp turn to the left.

“He’s gone into that warehouse docking area!” Rien shouted

“Yeah I see it.”

Theron sped back up to follow, as they turned the corner, they caught sight of the other speeder using a sloped piece of equipment to launch out of the area and onto the tram tracks.

“Dammit!” Rien cursed.

“it’s not over yet.” Theron kicked the bike into it’s highest speed, heading for the same ramp.

“Are you crazy? If a tram hits us, we’ll be killed!”

“Then we just gotta make sure not to get hit.” Theron yelled back as the swoop took the jump. Rien could feel his stomach twist. The Bike dropped onto the track with an inelegant bounce once the stabilizers re-engaged. As it did, Rien’s guts also bounced which forced him to bite back the urge to vomit. Theron sped faster to catch up with the other speeder which Rien could still make out a head of them on the track. It was a desperate move on The Hunter’s part. On a section of track above them, Rien could see a tram hurtle by at a breakneck speed. If either bike couldn’t make it off the track in time, it would be completely destroyed by the tram. Theron was quickly gaining on the speeder. Rien looked over the side. This area of the track was rather close to the ground.

“Try and knock him off the track!” He yelled over the sound of the roaring engine.

“I’ll try!”

Theron was gaining fast, the two bikes took a smooth left turn until suddenly, they were face to face with an oncoming tram. Theron, broke hard and Rien watched as the other bike began to decelerate slightly when suddenly, the Hunter shifted into a crouching position on the body of the bike. The tram was almost upon them. Rien watched The Hunter continue to head towards it. With almost no time to spare, The Hunter lept into the air and came down upon the tram with a rolling land. Now they had proof the man was a Force User.

“Theron, move!” Rien yelled and Theron reignited the Swoop, pulling to the left. The turn was sharp, and the loss of momentum caused the speeder to struggle to reach the speed demanded of it. Rien used that moment to leap up and land on the tram himself. Theron kicked the swoop to action to try and avoid being hit. Rien landed awkwardly on the roof of the tram, hurting his left shoulder in the process. He glanced down to see that Theron’s swoop had been tipped by the tram in trying to avoid it. Rien watched as the swoop was sent into a spiral. Theron was flung from the seat and rolled across the sidewalk while the swoop connected with the road, bouncing along it, damaging it irreparably.

Every thought in Rien’s mind screamed to go back. He had to check on Theron. His panic left him vulnerable. He was caught off guard when a force hit him in the back, knocking him down. Rien’s vision spiralled. He could feel his body slip over the edge of the roof. He scrambled to grab something, anything, to hold on to. His hands touched a lip in the durasteel and he clung to it. His body fell, righting itself as he clung to the side of the tram, his feet scrambled for a footing. He managed to awkwardly climb back on top of the roof, he laid on his back to a moment as his breath was racing. A steady beeping began to sound and Rien lifted his left arm quickly to accept the transmission on his communicator.

“Theron! Are you alright?!” His words rushed out. He began to sit upright.

“Couple of scrapes, nothing too serious. Listen, I’m headed back to the ship. Our chase caught the attention of the authorities. I’m going to try and track their movements. Find Ke’dem and hurry!”

Rien sighed in relief. “Alright, just... please take care, Theron.”

There was a pause on the line “Yeah. You too.”

Rien heard the channel close and looked down the length of the tram roof. Towards the back half of the tram cart, he noticed a still mouldering cut out in the durasteel. Ke’dem had cut through and gone into the tram he assumed. He jumped down into the tram cart. It was dark inside with the majority of light coming from the newly created hole in the roof. Rien’s eyes adjusted to the lack of light. They had gone into the cargo cart. Large boxes, crates and containers were all stacked high creating a maze. He began to move quietly into the maze. He reached out with the Force, hoping to use it to locate Ke’dem. Yet, there was nothing. He could sense nothing in his vicinity. Could it be that this was a diversion? That seemed unlikely. Rien continued forth into the darkened cart. He turned the corner of a wall of crates when he felt something hard jab into his spine.

“Move and you’re dead, Jedi.” with that, an orange bladed lightsaber was activated by his neck. The Hunter’s mask distorted his voice with a more disturbing quality to it.

“You’d kill one of your own? A Jedi like you?”

Ke’dem gave a dark laugh through the modulator. “There are barely any Jedi left, and there are no Jedi like me. Who are you? Why were you with Zuurgessh?”

Rien felt the blaster at his back dig into his flesh slightly deeper. “My name is Aidrien Keyett I-”

“Sith spit. The Hero of Tython died five years ago in The Unknown Regions.” Ke’dem interrupted him. Both of his weapons seeming to close in on Rien. “Who are you really?!” The Hunter demanded.

“I’m telling the truth! I didn’t die on Darth Marr’s ship. Marr and I were captured by Arcann and brought to Zakuul. We were taken before the Sith Emperor who was calling himself ‘Valkorion’. He claimed that Zakuul was his passion project and that Arcann and Vaylin were his children. He tried to have us submit to him, but Marr refused. He tried to kill ‘Valkorion’ but died trying. Arcann then turned on his ‘father’ and gave me the opening to kill Valkorion myself. I managed to destroy Valkorion’s body, but a blast of energy rendered me unconscious. Next thing I knew, Vitiate was in my mind and Arcann had placed me carbonite for five years. I was freed by the former head of Sith Intelligence, Lana Beniko and my old droid, T7-O1. We managed to escape Zakuul with the help of a Zakuulan officer named Koth and an assassin droid, aboard a starship called The Gravestone.”

Rien rushed through the summary of the events. Ke’dem was quiet for a few seconds afterwards, with only the sound of the tram’s engines and the hum of a lightsaber breaking the silence.

“That’s the stupidest story I’ve ever heard in my life. I’m gonna give you one more chance t-”

“Look. You’re a Force User, clearly trained too. Reach out, search my feelings and tell me that you can detect deceit.” It was Rien’s turn to interrupt. The Hunter was obviously not going to back down easy. It was a bold attempt, but Ke’dem was quiet for a moment. Rien allowed himself to be open, putting his feelings and thoughts on display for the other man to sense. It was quiet again for some time. Then, the lightsaber was deactivated with compressed screech.

“I-it’s really you.” The voice of the hunter had dropped and even through the modulator, Rien could hear raw emotion in the words. He felt the other’s grip on him release completely. When he turned around, he saw The Hunter lifting his mask off. A young blond man stood before him, with gray eyes and stubbled jaw, a chin stripe goatee and sideburns. He was much older now, but Rien would recognize this man anywhere.

“Jost?” He asked in disbelief. Jost Colton, the Padawan of Kira Carsen. A former crewmate and a good friend before his incarceration in carbonite.

Without warning the smaller man crashed into Rien. His arms wrapped around him in a tight embrace. Rien returned the gesture. Aside from T7, Jost was now the only other member of his past life that he had come into contact with since waking up.

“I thought you were dead. We all did. Except Kira.” Jost’s voice was soft and filled with emotion still.

“Kira... is Kira here?” Rien asked, his mind began to get a head of him, were all his crew here on Corellia? T7 had said they were all separated. Jost broke the hug and looked up into Rien’s eyes. Despite the years, in that moment, he looked like the teenager he had once known. His eyes were saddened as he spoke.

“No, she ... she isn’t. It’s a long story.”

Rien’s wrist comm began to chime once again.

“Commander, do you have Ke’dem?”

“Technically, he got me. I’m fine, he’s fine. You won’t believe what I’ve discovered.” Rien smiled softly at Jost, who gave a weak smirk in return.

“I can’t wait to hear it, but right now you both need to get off that tram. It’s making an emergency stop in Axial Park, there’s a squad of CorSec officers waiting on the platform to search the tram.”

“How long do we have?”

“At best? Five minutes.”

“Alright, we’ll meet you back at the ship.”

With that, Rien and Jost made their way back out through the hole in the roof. They didn’t wait for the tram to stop before jumping off and back on to the track. It took some work, but the pair managed to climb down from the tracks to the ground and took off for Coronet Spaceport.

---

Theron let out a raspy hiss of surprise as Rien applied the antiseptic cloth onto one of the small cuts on his forehead.

“Oh c’mon it’s not that bad.” Rien smiled, playfully teasing the agent.

“Hey, I’m the one that got hit by a tram” Theron pointed out, though it was obvious he was biting back a smile.

“I’m sorry about that.” Jost piped up.

The two Jedi had rendezvoused with Theron at his ship and the three of them were now sitting in the small lounge on the craft as Rien tended to the small scratches and cuts Theron had suffered from his fall.

“I’ve had worse.” Theron turned his head to look at Jost. The smirk had broken through his restraint.

“Hold still” Rien chided

Theron angled his head for Rien to continue working.

“You were able to ride that speeder very well, where’d you learn that.” Theron asked Jost. The younger Jedi smiled at him “I had time to practice while I was here.”

“Anything to do with the racer you were helping?” Rien pursued. He glanced over to Jost briefly. ‘Was he... blushing?’ he wondered.

“Yeah, it was. They are of the friends I made while I was here. The first one, actually. Helped me get on my feet.” Jost explained. “After I got separated from Master Kira, Scourge, and Doc on Begeren. I wasn’t sure where to go so I came back here.”

“What happened on Begeren?” Rien asked as he began to pack away the first aid kit.

Jost shifted in his seat. “Master Kira had never given up hope you were alive. She believed you had been captured by Arcann. She began trying to gather resources, and assistance. Pretty soon we had a small little band of rebels. She began leading missions against Zakuulan outposts, looking for intel, weapons, resources of any kind. The Empire and The Republic had surrendered, Master Satele had just vanished one day. Doing what we did, it felt right. It felt good. We had made the move to Begeren and had established a small, temporary base there. We planned to make an attack on a nearby listening post, but Arcann was waiting for us. We fled back to Begeren, but The Eternal Fleet followed us.” Jost pause, his whole body seemed to have shrunk smaller than it was. His eyes were staring at the floor.

“They attacked our group. So many had died. Scourge and Kira saved me from a Zakuul Knight and I just ran. I found a small fighter and took off with one of the other transports. We had just broken the atmosphere when one of the Eternal Fleet warships opened fire on the transport. It was torn to shreds. I was targeted next, but I was able to barely just evade and jump to hyperspace. I don’t know what happened to the others.” He barely spoke above a whisper when he said, “I had to accept they were probably dead.”

Rien moved around the small table that the circular couch partially surrounded and sat beside Jost. He draped his arm around the younger man and pulled him closer. Jost let himself be embraced.

“You and I both know that she’s tougher than some Zakuul Knight. She made it out. I know she has, and we’ll find her.” Rien spoke softly, he could feel Jost’s pain radiating off him in waves.

Rien observed Theron lean on the table. “Jost. We were looking for you, well ‘Ke’dem Guerlle’, because we’ve formed a similar group, an alliance of Republic and Imperials who wish to fight back against Arcann and his Eternal Empire. We hoped Ke’dem Guerlle would join The Alliance. So, would you?”

Jost sat up, out of Rien’s embrace. “Seriously?” he asked, eyebrows meeting in a frown “You’re actually taking the fight to Arcann?”

“Not yet, but we’re trying. Right now, we need resources, intel, and people” Rien explained.

Jost chuckled “Damn. Yeah, of course I’ll go with you.” His eyes suddenly lost their sparkle. “There’s just one thing I need to do first. Actually, I need you guys to do it.”

“Anything” Rien assured him.

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The next morning, Rien and Theron had returned to Zuurgessh the Hutt. They informed him that Ke’dem Guerlle had died last night in their chase. Rien presented evidence of The Hunter’s decimated speeder bike, and produced the domed helmet, now cracked and broken, to the Hutt as further evidence. Rien ensured that the racer Ke’dem had been helping was freed of the contract as a personal favour that Hutt was all too happy to oblige with.

After leaving the racing club, Rien, Theron, and Jost swung by the latter’s old apartment building to pick up the few items he owned and say goodbye to his friend. Rien and Theron watched from their rented speeder as Jost exited the building with a slightly taller Mirialan. They held each other’s hands as they walked out together. They exchanged a few words, something which made them both laugh. Then, the Mirialan lifted a hand to Jost’s face, holding his jaw and lifting it while leaning forward to kiss him. Rien looked away from the private moment and smiled at Theron, who took Rien’s hand in his own and gave it a light squeeze.

Rien caught movement out of the corner of his eye as Jost walked back to the speeder. As he climbed in the back seat, tossing a small bag into the far seat, Rien piped up.

“You never said you had a boyfriend.”

Jost froze in the act of putting his seat belt on. A slight blush rose upon his cheeks.

“Shut up. Wagyx...” Jost mumbled.

The two older men began chuckling as Theron piloted the speeder back to the spaceport.

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This story was made by @tomatosamla and @le-green-lion and inspired by that one Oogway quote and the villain from spy kids 4 because why the fuck not

Summary: The Teen Titans of the future are sucked into the past where they run into their parents and must work together to get back to their own time

Word Count: 2.1k

Warnings: cursing, time travel, speedsters (they deserve their own warning)

Gifts

Chapter One: A Twist in Time

Yesterday is history. Tomorrow is a mystery, but today is a gift! That is why it is called present.

-Oogway

The day was as clear as Gotham could be. Batman and the Teen Titans were battling the villain known as Tick Tock, another Arkham wannabe that was kinda powerful in his own right, he was able to slow down time which definitely gave him advantage over the team, thankfully the speedster was able to do more damage than the rest (thank you superspeed).

"Damnit," Andromeda Kent cursed as time slowed once again. "I can't land any hits on this guy!"

"Just keep trying," Thomas Wayne shouted back. "He can't keep this up forever so we just need to outlast him! Kid Flash, go right!" He threw an exploding batarang at the villain and it moved in slow motion, drifting towards Pamela West who used her Super speed to give it an extra boost. Even with her help Tick Tock still had time to casually side step and avoid getting hit, luckily Nobody had planned for this and the batarang exploded next to the villains head.

He was thrown off balance and the effect of his powers disappeared giving Jaiden Pham a chance to use their powers. With the Green Lantern ring they tied up Tick tock so he couldn't slow the time. The Teen Titans walked over to him cautiously and Pam spoke up.

"Haha we stopped you! You really thought you'd get away with it butcha didn't cause we're here! The Teen Titans can stop anyone who threatens the innocent!" she rambled in true speedster fashion.

The villain laughed. "Do you really think you've defeated me? I'm offended. You must think of me as any old cheap bad guy without a backup plan. Well children, that was your first mistake." A swirling light came out of the ground underneath him, it stretched and began sucking things in. The heros were taken by surprise and none of them had time to react before they were sucked into the void.

Batman was the only person left on the road.

"KIDS!" screamed Damian as he saw his children fall into the portal, he reached out to grab them but they were already gone.

The Titans landed in a hard surface face first, Caipora was the first one to react, she tried attacking Tick Tock but he once again used his powers, she was able to land a hit thanks to her super abilities. Thomas once again began giving orders, until he saw his brother.

"Orphan! What the fuck are you doing here?!"

"I don't know. I was collecting intel and then I landed here!" he replied.

"Watch out!" screamed a guy in the... Robin costume?

"What the he-" said Kai, right before being pushed aside by none other than the Yara Flor herself, but she was younger...?

Tick Tock tried using his tricks once again, this time accelerating time (which none of them had seen before) in order to send Pam flying with too much speed for anyone's liking, Jai West was able to catch her in time.

"What is going on?" this time spoke Minh, Damian was... confused to say the very least, why was this kid dressed as him? Were these teenagers cosplaying or playing dress up? Those costumes looked like real hero stuff, so what the hell was going on?

Andromeda launched herself towards Tick Tock once more, the villain accelerated time again and Superboy came to catch her as the time warper slowed time once more. Damian started barking orders to all the heroes, he figured the abilities of those weird teenagers just by observing, maybe they would serve a purpose. Together the two teams tied Tick Tock once again, Damian touched his communicator in order to contact the batfam and take this dangerous villain to Arkham, in the meantime, they needed to talk.

Tick Tock laughed at their attempts to catch him before slowing time so much that they could barely move. "As fun as this is, I really must be going. I'm sure I'll see you all later." And with that he disappeared behind a corner leaving two generations of Titans behind, and one of those generations stranded.

Once the villain was far enough away his powers wore off and everyone was released from the time trap. Damian, kind of frustrated, went over to someone who was dressed like Nobody, first as he assumed that was the leader.

"Do you know that guy?"

"Yeah, an Arkham villain, before today we didn't think much of him, but now... I don't know."

"I don't know any Arkham villain with those abilities."

"Seriously? He's one of the popular ones."

Damian looked at him with just a brow raised, not much else in his face, Thomas eyes widened, he looked around and saw every other hero there, his sister gave him a confused look as he began to kinda panic.

"You're R-r-obin... the fifth Robin."

Damian moved his head in surprise, the other Titans started to figure out as well and they also started to panic.

"Yes, who are you?"

He didn't know if he should tell him, Thomas looked at his teammates and all of them nodded their heads, he took his mask off, Damian formulated a theory before the guy talked (they looked way too similar to him to be a coincidence), boy was his theory wrong.

"I'm your son."

Everyone of the present Titans froze at that, "What?"

"My name is Thomas Wayne, this is my brother-" he said signaling for his siblings to come over, "Jackson Wayne, and my sister... Minh Wayne." Damian was in shock, he kinda believed him because the similarities are way too many to ignore, still, he wouldn't totally believe them until he made some DNA tests.

Andromeda went over to Jon and Yara, "Mom... Dad-" she said, hugging them, they reacted kinda late, Jon totally believed her right that instant and hugged her back, Yara on the other hand wasn't quite sure.

Pam on the other, other hand didn't make any sentimentalism shit and just launched herself to her father, Jai didn't react right away, it took him a moment to process.

The Pham kids firstly went to Lian and then, smiling, Kai signaled his dad to come join them in the not so comfortable hug, Tai was shook, and drama completely ensued, because... well... he was not dating Lian... he was dating Mar'i.

"Wait a second, you're saying that you guys," Lian motioned towards the future Titans. "Are our," she pointed back at her team. "Kids? More specifically me and Tai have... kids?" She was definitely in shock as she looked over at Tai.

Mar'i stepped forward and spoke up. "That can't be right. I mean I'm dating Tai but if you guys are supposed to be their kids then," She paused as if trying to figure out how to word the question. "Then what happens to me?"

"YOU GUYS DATED?!?" Pam exclaimed before anyone else could say anything. "You never told me that!"

"KF, now's not the time." Thomas jumped in, he realized how confusing the situation was and he wasn't too sure what happened either but he did know they'd be better off talking about it somewhere more secure. He turned to Damian who still looked sceptical about everything. "You probably don't believe us and won't want to take us back to your base so why don't we head to a safe house. Is the one on Schapp avenue up yet?"

"We don't have any safe houses on Schapp avenue but I do know of a place nearby." He glanced at Jon, his eyes told the super to be alert. The Future Titans looked, acted, and had powers awfully similar to the Teen Titans but who's to say they weren't just trying to trick them. "It's on the corner of Camron and Murphy, are you familiar with that area?"

"Upper west side right?" Minh asked. "We know it but where we're from it's called the West River district."

"Interesting," Damian muttered. He looked around at the future Titans again before turning towards his bike. "Let's all meet there." With that he sped off, the Teen Titans followed shortly after most of them having some form of fast power. The Future Titans were left standing on the corner.

"Listen team, I don't know what's happening but we're clearly in the past and I don't think telling them everything about the future is the best idea." Thomas said in his signature Batman authority voice. "If they know what'll happen to them they might try to prevent some things and that won't go over well for anyone so be careful about what you say. Especially you KF."

"What? Why are you targeting me?" She asked with exaggerated offense.

"Because out of everyone on this team you're the most likely to tell them about some crazy important event that they definitely shouldn't know about," Jaiden laughed, pointing out how bad Pam was at keeping secrets.

She smacked their arm lightly. "That is so not fair."

"Also, Kai, I know you didn't do it on purpose but... come on man" Thomas continued.

"Everyone was doing it!"

"So they DID date, why didn't anyone tell m-"

"Just!" interrupted Jackson "let's get this over with, we will meet them there and then we will find a way to go back to our time and also to capture Tick Tock."

Andromeda interjected, "or... we can capture Tick Tock and wait for our parents to come for us."

"Either way, we should get going, knowing my dad he called grandpa Bruce to bring some DNA tests and uncle Tim will be there too, and knowing them they will bring the whole family and uncle Dick will be very impatient." said the team leader with his siblings nodding every word he said.

"In that case, wouldn't all of our families be called?" Asked Pam.

"I don't know, probably not." answered Jaiden.

Thomas and Jackson were carried there by Andy, because super strength, Kai was carried by Jaiden, because ring, and Mihn was carried by Pam, because speed. Maybe some drama would ensue, but they were sure of something, everything would work out.

"WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK IS THIS?!"

"I don't remember uncle Jason ever being this strong worded with his kids, or us for that matter." said Mihn in a whisper to Kai who just nodded in shock.

"Little Wing, just... don't." Dick put a hand up before anything else could be said or done. "Ok, so... ummm, jeez, how do we start this?"

May we clarify that this conversation took place right after the DNA results returned, and they CONFIRMED that those kids were the Titans kids. Bruce went into shock, with Selina trying to calm him down (the main word being trying), Tim and Dick were surprised but said nothing, Jason... we already know, Clark was already playing with Jon and Andromeda, Roy almost fainted, Kori also started playing with Pam, and overall it was a very quiet moment for everyone... surprisingly.

"Soooo... who is your mom?" asked an Irey full of curiosity to her niece.

"Oh, she's-"

"Nope nope nope nope nope, you won't do that, nope." interrupted Jaiden.

Pam whined "But whyyyy?"

Andromeda puts a hand on her shoulder and says "Because, if anything in this world screams 'Temporal mayhem' it is speedsters."

"Ugh Andyyyy, that's no fun." Pam slumped.

"All right" says Irey, Andy lowers her hand and the next thing anyone knows is that Pam is almost on top of Irey screaming out loud "HER NAME IS RENATA AND SHE'S A CIVIL- ow, what was that for?" she said holding her head after Kai had used one of his arrows on her, barely touching her but making her stop.

"Why wouldn't I?"

Thomas just shook his head in disappointment for their behavior, and Dick came to ask him something, of course he wouldn't miss a chance to tease his little brother.

"So, who's your mom?"

"I definitely won't answer that one, thank you very much."

On the other side of the safe house (in the same room, just on the other side of it) Jason aproched Jackson.

"What's your name kid?"

"Jackson...?"

"No motherfucking way, shit dude, HEY DEMON SPAWN, YOU NAMED YOUR KID AFTER REPLACEMENT?"

"Wait what?!" asked Tim before anyone could say anything.

"HIS NAME IS JACKSON!"

Mihn walked over to them, "Ummm, yeah, so?"

"You get along with Demon Spawn and you get along with Replacement, oh how great this day is."

"Jason, please stop, you're embarrassing me" complained Drake while Damian was giving them all his best ew face, Dick was kinda giving them a little smile, Jason was laughing his ass off and Bruce had a face that spelled regret for having so many children.

"Yeah, and my second name is Peter." Everyone froze at that, everything was silent until Dick, Tim and Damian, all at the same time started hysterically laughing

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