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side-shawty · 4 years

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Unsteady

Title: Unsteady

Fandom: DC

Type: one-shot

Prompt/Summary: “Teen batsis reader x batfam that has a Boyfriend that cheats on her? (the reader is older then damian but younger then tim or she just could be 14/15) You have awesome writing i really like it”

Pairing(s): Batfamily x sister!reader

Requested? YES by Anon

Bruce adopted you almost around the same time Tim came into the fold but you were two years younger than him. It was a few years after that that you had met your boyfriend, Will. The fact that you and Tim were close and age and Damian was younger never stopped the fact that all four of your brothers were and always would be extremely overprotective of you.

But that didn't change the fact that you couldn't stop your self from being utterly in love with Will since middle school and when he asked you to be his girlfriend after freshman year you were over the moon with happiness.

You had been together for almost a year after months of getting your father and brothers to promise not to threaten to kill him. You had finally introduced them all over dinner.

Threats were subtle but nothing too insane and Will was charming enough to win them over and you remember not being able to stop smiling as the conversation flowed easily.

But that was months ago.

And now you were walking from Will’s house after Alfred had just dropped you off with tears streaming down your face.

You pulled up your hood and hid your face from prying eyes and paparazzi. All you had to do was get to Jason’s safe house before you actually broke down.

But that thirty-minute walk would give you time to think about finding him shirtless on the couch with some brunette from your class. It would leave you thinking about how tight he held onto her as they kissed.

How loud your heart sounded as it broke in your chest.

How he didn’t even chase after you as you ran from that place at full speed.

You didn’t want to stay there, you had been trained and raised by some of the deadliest and most emotionally stunted people on the planet. So there wasn’t much restraining you from killing them.

20 minutes to Jason’s now.

You thought about everything. Every time he kissed you or hugged you. Every time he made you feel better when you were riddled with insecurities.

You thought about how he probably didn’t even care.

The first thing that drew you to him was that he was so different. He didn’t look at you as a prize to be won because you were “Bruce Wayne’s daughter” nor did he fetishize the fact that you were a beautiful young black woman. He saw you as a girl he really liked and wanted to get to know better.

He made your heart soar, you fantasized about telling your kids that your first was love was your last. But that was a pipe dream. You swiped at your eyes and felt a drop of rain land on your hand.

You hastened your steps. Less than 10 minutes to Jason’s now.

You didn’t really want to see your brother right now, you didn’t want to see anyone. That's why you didn’t call Alfred to get you or even hail a taxi to the manor. You just wanted to be alone and you hoped Jason wouldn’t be home.

By the time you stepped foot into the safe house, your clothes were soaked through. You toweled dry and thanked your lucky stars that Jason wasn’t here as you stole basketball shorts and a hoodie from his closet.

You decide to hole up in his room because his bed was more comfortable than the couch. You tucked yourself under the covers and finally let yourself cry until you drifted into unconsciousness.

———

The sound of the front door opening was the first thing that pulled you from your sleep. The second was the voices that quickly followed which made you sit up faster than your tired mind could comprehend.

“Her bag is here. Maybe she got caught in the rain,” You heard Tim say.

“She wasn’t caught in the rain, idiot, Alfred drove her,” Damian replied and you could picture them glaring at each other.

“Then why would she be here?” You heard Dick ask and suddenly everything that happened came rushing back and you forced yourself to hold in a sob as tears filled your eyes once again.

“Don’t know,” Jason replied, “She’s probably in my room.”

And with that, you heard the footsteps of your brothers as they headed closer to you.

Jason saw you first, hunched over with a hand to your mouth as you wept silently. They were all at your side in an instant, and that’s when you realized your father’s presence as he took a seat at the foot of the bed.

Surprisingly, he was the first to speak, “What happened, Y/N?” He asked in a voice so soft that all you wanted to do was cry harder.

You took a second to compose yourself as your brothers settled into their places, two on each side like bodyguards.

“Will,” you said and took a deep breath, squeezing your eyes shut as his name physically pained you to say.

Dick wrapped an arm around your shoulders before you continued.

“I went over to surprise him after Alfred and I made cookies and he was with a girl,” you told them leaning into your brother's side.

They were all silent for a beat.

“I’ll kill him,” Damian said.

“Right behind you,” Jason added pulling a gun from god knows where and cocking it. They both moved to stand.

Dick and Tim were both stunned into silence.

“No. No one’s killing anyone,” Your father said, standing commandingly at his full height. “Let me talk to your sister for a second,” he told them and they moved after giving you some kind of reassurance.

Before they were out the door Tim was asking Jason if he had a spare laptop here and Damian was asking about weapons. After the doors quiet click, your father moved to take Dick’s place beside you and wiped your tears with his thumbs before pulling you into a hug.

You cried hard into his shirt as he rubbed your back allowing you to let everything out. When you were finished he handed you a handkerchief and you couldn’t help but let out a laugh as you began to wipe at your face.

“Way to show your age Dad,” you said, voice raspy.

He shrugged and gave you a small smirk, “Comes in handy from time to time.”

“You got that right,” you said and began tracing his embroidered initials with your finger.

“Feeling a little better?” He asked and you only nodded.

“Do you want to talk about it?”

“I just don’t understand,” you began, looking at him with glassy eyes, “Am I not enough?”

You’re more than enough Y/N/N. But the truth is men are idiots, no matter what age. One day he’s going to look back and realize that losing you was the biggest mistake he’s ever made in his life.

“And please don’t forget that you’re not alone in this. I know it probably felt like that at first which is why you came here but your brothers, Alfred, and I, we’re right here,” He said and you nodded.

“Thanks Dad,” you told him and he pulled you in for another hug.

After your heart to heart, the two of you joined your brothers in the living room and they spent the next hour cheering you up before heading home.

You watched movies in the living room and were fast asleep with your father on the couch before you even knew it.

Once they noticed the two of you were out for the night your brothers shared a look and headed for the Batcave.

———

“We’re doing this right?” Tim asked already suited and ready to go.

“Hell yeah,” Jason replied pulling his mask down.

“He deserves it and more,” Damian said, slipping on his boots.

Dick sighed, he was only participating so that they wouldn’t actually kill the kid.

The four of them were dressed in all black save for the terrifying masks that covered their faces. Since their father and sister both had them swear not to physically harm him they would mess with his mind instead.

They moved silently by rooftop and slipped into Will’s room undetected as the boy slept soundly.

Asshole.

They thought collectively before Jason threw a kunai into the headboard beside his pillow. He jumped awake almost instantly. They activated their voice modulators.

“What the hell is going on?!” He exclaimed and Damian subtly dropped a smoke bomb, letting the room fill eerily in a white cloud.

Tim moved quickly as lightening to put a hand over his mouth to silence him and placed a finger on the nonexisting lips of his blank doll mask.

“You will listen and nothing more,” Jason began voice deep. “We are the Spirits of Wayne Manor,” he continued as Tim stood back up, “You have hurt a most precocious resident and if you step foot on the residence again you will not make it out alive.”

He finished and the terror in Will’s eyes was just what Jason was after.

“You will make amends with the girl and then never darken her day with your presence again. Understood?” Damian said and Will nodded so fast they thought os head would fly off.

Tim stepped back and Dick approached him and blew sleep powder in the boy's face. He as asleep again before his head hit the pillow. Dick pulled the kunai out of the headboard and they all made a hasty exit as the smoke dissipated.

They stood on the roof of the building directly across from Will’s and watched as he woke up not 30 minutes later, clearly shaken but writing off whatever he just experienced as a dream.

“Mission accomplished,” Jason said before they all disappeared into the night.

#batfamily #dc comics #dc imagine #batfamily x reader #bruce wayne daughter #bruce wayne x daughter!reader #batsis #batsis!reader #dick grayson x sister!reader #jason todd x sister!reader #tim drake x sister!reader #damian wayne x sister!reader

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myblueeyedbuggers · 3 years

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My Boys

Chapter 4

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 10 Chapter 11 Chapter 12 Chapter 13 Chapter 14

Pairings: Reader x Steve Rogers (best friend) Reader x Bucky Barnes

Word Count: 2788

Warnings: Slow Start, Language.

Summary: After being abandoned by her parents in Brooklyn in 1929, y/n makes a living for herself by working for the Црни лабуд gang until she meets two boys in a back alley and her life slowing begins to change

Sorry for leaving this so late everyone, Had a really busy day at work and passed out as soon as I got in, Woke up at 8 and I’ve been working on this chapter for ages so hopefully you all like it :) Enjoy Everyone!

(Also մոխրագույն օրխիդ means grey orchid in Armenian, according to google translate)

-Two days later

If someone told me that I’d end up in the middle of a gang war being held hostage with a colt M1911 held up against my head, I probably would have called them batshit crazy. Confused? Let me explain, two days ago the mole in the մոխրագույն օրխիդ reported that they were planning to infiltrate our territory and attack us at the base, the մոխրագույն օրխիդ have been rivals with us for years, almost for as long I’ve been alive.

The boss was really pissed, I mean I’ve seen mind mad but boy he was raging, knocking everything over hell he even shot one of our new recruits he was that pissed off! All members were forced into training, Damien brought in an ex Russian spy to teach us new moves, at the end of it my body was littered with bruises and cuts I could hardly see my skin colour it was that bad. Hell, some of the boys looked worse then me. We trained through the night, alternating between combat training and firearms, it was relentless… some of the guys passed out from exhaustion and when they came back ‘round boss put them straight back into training.

I’ll admit, there’s been some intense wars, but they didn’t even come close to this one, everyone was involved, even the bloody cleaners were trained and normally they just clean up the rooms after the guys are done with a prisoner! We had a plan to draw the մոխրագույն օրխիդ out, everyone was to go to the bank and make it look like a heist prep, while I set up shop in the dinner across the road. I was to make sure that none of the մոխրագույն օրխիդ got the jump on our guys and take out as many of em as I could, so there was no bloody pressure there, I’d be lying if I said I was anything but terrified.

It was around 5 AM when training stopped, all of us ordered to get cleaned up and report back to the base at 6:30, one by one we all left for our homes the pistol strapped to my thing reminding me of what was about to happen…

-Tiny Time Skip-

The hour and a half flew by, each member was sorted into a group and bundled off into a car, every group has a different route and arrival time. Of course, I was the only one who didn’t have that luxury, the boss said that it’d seem less suspicious if I took the bus there and arrived last, so there I was on the number 17 bus at 7 in the morning. The street past by me in a blur, kids were making their way to schools with the mothers in tow behind them, mean while I was making my way to a bloody gang war. Not much of a difference between the two is there? Lazily my eyes glanced over the street, bored outta my mind, the stop was still 10 minutes away and the pair behind me talking business weren’t really curing my boredom.

I swear down if I don’t get off this bus soon I’m gonna lose it! letting out a small sigh I turned and looked out the other window. Okay come on could this day get any bloody worse ?! just my luck both Steve and Bucky were on the street the bus stopped on both staring at me, they really need to stop doing that it’s starting to creep me the hell out. I felt my eyes widen before I ducked under the window, wanting nothing more than this blasted bus to hurry up and move, muffled voices started yelling my name from the other side of the window as the bus started to pull away from the stop. Slowly I started rising my head up and dared to look out the window, both the boys were chasing after the bus, Steve lagging behind as Bucky raced ahead, we shared one last look before the bus blended back into the traffic on main street.

That was way too bloody close for my liking, letting out a sigh of relief I cleared my head and concentrating on my up coming task, the next stop was the one I needed, and I still had 10 minutes before I needed to check in. It was a simple plan, I’d walk into the dinner and order a coffee and a sandwich, walk over to the booth closest to the window and signal my gang I was in position, monitor where the մոխրագույն օրխիդ came from and get the registration numbers of the cars they came out of. Simple enough.

Noticing that the bus was nearing my stop, I readied my things and hit the button, mentally preparing myself for the next few hours.

Steve’s POV

Y/n was right in front of us, on that bus, it’d only been a couple of days, but she’s changed so much again. Her cuts had healed but her face, it was littered with fresh marks and bruises, the dark bags under her eyes stood out against her pale skin, she looked like a ghost.

What the hell happened to her? I was still from the shock, manging to break out of the haze when Buck started running after the bus, we chased it down the block for as long as we could but eventually we lost her…again. Slowly, I came to a stop next to him, his face impassive, but his eyes were filled with anger, worry and sadness, a look I knew all to well, “Did ya get the bus number?” he didn’t turn and look at me. He was still staring at where y/n disappeared, his head turned slightly at my question but other than that he kept his gaze ahead of him. “yeah, she’s on the 17, it stops just outside the bank on 4th street… did you see y/ns face Steve? She looked like death warmed up, what the hell is going on with her?” Bucky’s temper started to rise, I knew how he was feeling, the frustration of not being able to help someone who desperately needs it was slowly drivin’ me insane. “That’s somethin we’re gonna have to ask her when we find her, come on Buck lets go find our girl” clapping my hand on his shoulder, we started following the road down.

-20 Minutes later

A silence surrounded us as we walked, both of us thinkin’ about her, why won’t she let me help her? I know what it’s like to not have a family growin’ up, then Bucky came into my life and changed it all, he became my brother and I his. That’s all I wanna do for y/n, give her someone to rely on, someone to trust. Gun fire shattered my inner thoughts, people were running and screamin’ as they tried to get away, the crowd managed to knock both of us to the ground, Buck grabbed me by the collar and dragged me outta the way before I got crushed by all the people. “What the hell is goin’ on?! Steve, you okay?” I didn’t answer him, my eyes followed where the noise was comin’ from, Bucky right behind me, both of us peaking around the corner to see what was going on.

Two groups were firing shots at each other, one group was holed up in a dinner and the others were shooting from behind a couple of cars, a few of em were shooting from inside the bank. “Jesus Christ! We’re in the middle of a goddamn gang war Buck, we gotta find y/n and get the hell away from here!” for once in his life Bucky didn’t argue with me and started pulling us away from the scene. A sudden shout halted our movements, the firing stopped as the dinner door opened, my heart dropped to the bottom of my stomach from what I saw next, a man yelling in what I guessed to be Russian walked out the dinner, his gun pointed at the side of y/ns head. Blood was dripping from her nose as he dragged her across the middle of the road, the worse bit was that she didn’t look scared not one bit, instead she looked blank, there was no expression on her face and eyes were dead, the man holding her yelling was nonsense I chose to ignore, keeping my eyes trained on her.

“Steve please tell me that my eyes are tricking me and that isn’t y/n being held hostage by the dickhead with the gun” Bucky’s voice shaking, I didn’t know if it was from anger or fear, “We need to get her outta there Buck”. Both our gazes were trained on the man holding y/n, our minds focused on a plan of getting her back to us.

Readers POV

I knew as soon as I entered the dinner somethin’ was off, the atmosphere didn’t feel right at all, choosing to ignore it and stick to the plan I got in position and signalled to the member sat on the bench outside the bank. One by one, the gangs made their way inside the bank and I waited for the sign, 5 minutes later gun shots were fired from inside the bank as members of the մոխրագույն օրխիդ pulled in cars and opened fire on the guys. People in the dinner started screaming and running for the door, I played my part and hid under the table trying to look terrified, everything was going to plan then shit hit the fan, the guys left in the dinner with me pulled out guns and returned fire on the Црни лабуд.

This is not my F**king day at all! What the hell do I do now?! Shoot at these guys or plan hostage and gain the upper hand?!, the decision was taken outta my hands when one of the մոխրագույն օրխիդ thugs grabbed my upper arm and dragged me over to the back of the room. Guns were trained on all the everyone who were unfortunate enough to get trapped in the building, a young girl was hugging her mother for dear life as the war carried on, keeping my eyes focused on the guy closet to me I waited for an opportunity.

Okay, y/n this is without a doubt one of the stupidest things you are ever going to do, the thug watching us turned to answer another member when I struck, quickly leaping to my feet I grabbed him from behind and forced him to the floor. Clearly surprised the other guys faltered before retaliating, acting purely on adrenaline I pulled my handgun and started firing at them, managing to hit 3 of them, 2 in the arm one in the chest, before I dived underneath the counter. Bullets started flying past me as they fired through the counter attempting to hit me, acting on impulse I laid down, waiting for them to seize fire and check to see if I was alive, one guy peered over the side and tried to tell the other thugs I was still alive. My reaction was to grab is collar and slam his face into the counter the use him as a human shield, the members ended up unintentionally killing their own guy, clearly, I pissed them off for out-smarting them.

I managed to fire a few more shots before a sudden force hit my back, sending me to the floor with only my face to soften my fall, Son of a b*TCH THEY JUST BROKE MY GODDAMN NOSE! A hand grabbed my hair, pulling me to my feet. I came face to face with the ugliest motherf*cker I’d ever seen, Alexi Churnov leader of the մոխրագույն օրխիդ and the monster behind the rise of sexual assault cases in Brooklyn. “My, my what do we have here, it’s the renowned recruiter of the Црни лабуд. Boys, this is little y/n y/l/n, she’s been a part of the Црни лабуд for quite some time now” His voice alone is vile enough to make a Nun swear, “Cut the crap Churnov I haven’t got all day ya know, places to be people to shoot and all that” okay maybe I need to learn when to keep my mouth closed.

The next thing I knew my head was forced backwards and a stinging pain erupted along the right side of my face, I turned my head forwards and what do you know, I was face to face with the devil himself. “Have some respect you insolent child! talk to me in that tone again and I won’t hesitate to kill you. Now down to business, tell me what the Црни лабуд are planning or one by one these people die.” Well, do I have permission to panic now?!, slowly Alexi came closer to my face, scowling as he waited for his answer, my response ? I spat blood in his face and laughed at his stupidity.

A sharp kicked halted my laughter as I was dragged to my feet, a now very pissed off Alexi was dragging me to the dinner entrance, the difference of the light left me temporarily blinded, “Црни лабуд! WE HAVE YOU’RE PRECIOUS LITTLE Y/N! COME OUT AND FACE US OR SHE DIES RIGHT HERE RIGHT NOW!”. Oh, you have got to be f**king with me. The Црни лабуд shared glances with one another, nobody knew what to do, hell even the boss looked conflicted and unsure with how to solve the situation.

You know how I said that attacking the մոխրագույն օրխիդ with a pistol and no back-up was the stupidest thing I’d ever done? Well this is even stupider. I quickly spun around and grabbed the arm holding the gun to my head and twisted it behind Alexi’s back, curse words flew out of his mouth as the gun fire returned. Shots passed by my head as I dived behind a car, in the distance police cars were closing in on the gangs, not that either side cared all were focused on taking out as many people as possible.

I was happy with staying here until the police got the situation under control, out the corner I noticed something odd, two very familiar faces were crouched down behind a wall, both boys were corned as gun fire rained on either side of them. WHAT THE HELL WERE THOSE IDIOTS DOING?!, my eyes were wide with panic as I watched thugs from մոխրագույն օրխիդ slowly edge closer to them, not thinking of the risks to me I dashed out from my cover and started running over to them. My heart started beating faster, one of Alexi’s men was pointing his gun at Bucky and Steve, Bucky stood slightly in front of Steve to try and protect him.

Using the last of my energy, I ploughed my entire body into the man, sending both of us toppling back over the wall. The impact stunned the both of us for a second, but the fist flying to my face soon knocked some sense into me, literally. What is it with these guys and punching me in the f**king face today? Quickly I rolled off him and sprung to my feet, barely managing to avoid his second attack. I used my size to my advantage, manoeuvring around the thug, punching and kicking wherever I could reach, at some point he landed a kick and sent me flying into the wall of the building behind me, my eyes followed his hands as he trained his gun on the boys again.

I acted on impulse, pushing me body forward and over the wall as he fired his gun, at first, I didn’t feel anything just a little pinch as I landed on the floor in front of Bucky and Steve, the sound of guns cocking behind me had me tense up and turn around, thankfully it was the police aiming at Alexi’s men. I let out a sigh of relief before turning to the boys, both were still on the floor with me, “Jesus Christ what the hell were you two thinking?! You could got shot! Or worse killed!” neither of them said anything, tears started falling down their checks as they looked at me.

“Y/n…Yyour bleeding” I felt my eyebrows scrunch up in confusion as I glanced down at my body, to my horror blood was soaking my shirt and then the pain hit me like a ton of bricks. Black spots filled my vision as I felt my body fall to the floor…the sound of my name being called from somewhere far away as darkness consumed my vision.

Very long Chapter to make up for the really late upload, feel free to leave some constructive criticism and as mentioned before all Imagines and Requests are open :) Thanks for Reading

Rose xx

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zambie-trashart · 4 years

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Land of the Free and Home of the Wayne pt 10

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ao3 whole story

Summary: Alya figures out that Lila is a liar and Lila sets out a personal attack at Jon to weaken her opponents.

Marinette sat on her bed looking up at the ceiling wondering how she had gotten herself into this mess and what she did to deserve everything that was happening to her. Lila was becoming more powerful, Damian was becoming more intriguing, and this trip was becoming a disaster. There was no way that she would make it to the end of the trip, she had to find a way to get home, there was no other option. She heard a knock on her door and opened it to see Alya standing there nervously wringing her wrists. Marinette tried to close the door but Alya put a hand out trying to stop it.

"I know the truth, you were right," Alya said, making Marinette freeze and Alya slipped inside the room.

"You'd have to be more specific, I'm right about 99.9% of the time," Marinette said sitting back down on her bed.

"About everything with Lila, she doesn't know the prince, she never saved Jagged's cat cause he doesn't have one and never did, she isn't dating Damian Wayne cause I just saw them threaten her down the hallway, everything she said sounded ridiculous but it sounded cool. I shouldn't have wanted to be friends with a liar like that and I'm sorry. I just hope that you can try to forgive me," Alya said sitting at the foot of her bed and Marinette sighed.

"Could I just have some time? I need to think," Marinette said and Alya got up and left the room. If Alya knew about the lies then what's to say that the rest of the class wouldn't turn on her too? Alya would be an outcast but a well-resourced outcast. Marinette's thoughts were interrupted by another knock on the door. She got up and flung the door open. "What?" she asked before really looking at who was there and seeing Jon's shocked face and wide eyes made her immediately apologize.

"No, no it's fine Marinette, how are things?" Jon asked, walking in awkwardly.

"Fine," Marinette said just as awkward.

"I'm not going to beat around the bush, I know that you're the pen pal that won the contest raffle thing to get here and I'm so happy that it's you and not one of the other girls who think that they would go on some romantic double date with Lila and Damian who aren't really a couple, in fact, Damian kind of hates Lila... a lot," Jon rambled and Marinette just smiled at him.

"Makes sense that it would be you, you are a friend of the Waynes," Marinette said, smiling slightly at him.

"Glad we got that out there, but that also means that I know how long Lila's been bullying you and as much as I hate to end the fun that Damian, Mar'i, and I have been having, I think we should at least tell Bruce or Dick cause they could put an end to it," Jon said and Marinette sighed before straightening up.

"What do you mean by fun?" Marinette asked, wondering what he was up to.

"Just some pranking and threatening, it's not that abnormal in this house," Jon said and Marinette got up and opened her door going to walk out of her room but Lila was standing there and Jon was rushing over to Marinette's side in an instant.

"Wow, I should have known that you were faking being gay, what was it, just a phase or something? I can't believe it was a brat like her who finally made you realize that you were faking your pathetic excuse of homosexuality. At least now you won't have to burn in hell," Lila said flipping her hair and walking away.

Jon stared after her eyes wide, not breathing. It was a hard hit but not an unfamiliar hit either. Girls had tried to ask him out all the time wondering when he might get over his "homosexual phase" and started showing more and more skin. His friend Kathy was the only one who understood what he was going through since she was a closet lesbian in a relationship with another closeted girl in the school. The words just a phase stung.

Marinette started shaking her friend as he blinked fast trying to will tears away. "Jon?" Marinette asked, cupping his face to look into his eyes.

"I have to go," Jon said, running out of the room and to the living room with the entrance to the batcave. Surprisingly everyone was in there but Bruce. Jon started crying and Dick and Kory rushed over to him as he collapsed in their arms and they led him over to the couch.

"You're not really gay, just give me one night and I can prove it," a girl that Jon had never seen before came up to him.

"Yeah, not really interested plus I'm like thirteen," Jon said trying to push her away without hurting her.

"Really, you look so much older," the girl said getting even closer into his personal space. "Are you sure that one night couldn't hurt you?" Jon now knew who this girl was, she was the senior that hooked up with everyone in the school. Jon pushed her back and watched as she drunkenly fell to the floor.

Jon looked up into Jason’s eyes as he yelled trying to get his attention. “What the fuck did this bitch do to you?” Jason asked and Damian sighed.

“There’s no way that she can stay here anymore,” Dick said pulling out his phone to call Bruce down to the room but Jon ran over taking it.

“What the hell kid?” Jason said pulling out his phone.

“Sh-she can’t go a-anywhere until we p-prove Marinette i-innocent,” Jon said, wiping away fresh tears.

“We could always introduce her to Clark,” Mar’i said from the corner. The bats started talking about a plan to get Clark to take Lila down a level and Jon snuck out of the room and down the hall to his favorite window sitting on the large ledge curling a leg close to his body. The stars looked especially clear and he became focused on the solar systems and planets that he had visited until he felt a hand on his shoulder.

“Hey, what are you up to?” Adrien asked standing next to him.

“Just thinking, people think that I’m just going to grow out of being gay like an old pair of shoes and start liking girls. It’s like they don’t trust my judgment,” Jon said looking back out the window chin finding its way back to his knee.

“Here, stand up,” Adrien said, offering a hand. “You will never be just some phase to me,” Adrien said lifting Jon’s chin to look in his eyes.

“Good, 'cause you aren’t either.” Adrien’s eyes widened slightly for a second before smiling down at Jon.

“Is it ok if I…” Jon pulled Adrien’s head down pressing their lips together. They stayed like that for a few seconds just feeling the other’s presence before hands shifted to hips and shoulders breathing each other in. Jon lowered his heels back down to the ground, breaking the kiss laughing slightly as Adrien tried to chase his lips downward.

“I’d say it’s pretty ok with me,” Jon said resting his head on Adrien’s shoulder holding him tight.

Mar’i peered from around the corner holding her phone to take pictures for Kagami.

Kagami: I’m surprised it took this long.

Mar’i: Only two more idiots left.

Kagami: I can not wait for our chat Sunfire.

Mar’i: Me too Kagami.

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gondowan · 3 years

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Darling, Dearest, Dead

Pairing: Matsukawa Issei/Hanamaki Takahiro

Issei thinks he really should get a straight answer from Takahiro about his three dead husbands, but it’s really hard to think when said person of interest- the one he’s had feelings for since high school- is sucking his soul out through his cock.

Tags/Warnings: mutual pining. happy ending. post-time skip. confessions. blow jobs. two idiots in love. this is kind of angsty but has a fluffy happy ending i promise lol. I’m all about The Yearning you know?. oc death off-screen.

Word Count: 4,084

Notes: I set out to write a pwp but ended up with 4k words of feels?

The television is on in Matsukawa Issei’s tiny office at Peaceful Hills Funeral Home. Space is always a premium at a mortician’s, more so if you’re the owner and sole employee of said funeral home, trying to get it to stay afloat. It’s not like Matsukawa can just stack the dead on top of each other, or tetris them to create more space, no. Doing so would be disrespectful. When Matsukawa isn’t busy attending to family members of the recently deceased or embalming, he does all of his paperwork in a tiny, cramped fire hazard of a broom closet, with the television as his sole companion. Matsukawa never minded silence, but well, when you’re surrounded by dead bodies, sometimes you just need a little background noise.

His cigarette is lit between his lips, rapidly turning into ash as he stares blankly at the television, enraptured by the story unfolding in front of him.

POLICE CITE NATURAL CAUSES IN DEATH OF SHIPPING MAGNATE YOSHIOKA HIDEKI.

Yoshioka Hideki, owner of Yoshioka Shipping International, aged 54, husband to Yoshioka Takahiro, nee Hanamaki, Matsukawa’s best friend and the love of his life. As soon as they graduated, Hanamaki had packed his bags for Tokyo, citing an urge to get out there and just try out life in the big city. Matsukawa stayed behind in Miyagi, finished college, and completed his mortician apprenticeship, the first of many milestones in his adult life, alone. Oikawa had gone to Argentina, chasing his dreams of volleyball. Iwaizumi, although he would never admit it, was doing his best to position himself to cross Oikawa’s path again.

In the cold bitter nights when Matsukawa is behind on work and pulling long hours, he always thought Hanamaki would be there by his side, but he pushes those thoughts away. No amount of regret ever changed the past, no amount of wishing ever changed the future.

If he’s happy, that’s good enough for Matsukawa.

---

The first time Hanamaki told Matsukawa he was engaged was when he was visiting Tokyo to see him, a year after Hanamaki had moved. Matsukawa thought they were going to hang out, just like old times, so when he opens the door of the fancy apartment (how did Takahiro afford all this?) and an older man answers the door, Matsukawa puts two and two together. He attends their elopement as their only witness, feeling the dual bitterness of losing someone and mourning the friendship he thought they shared.

The second time, Hanamaki casually drops the news over the phone as Matsukawa is signing a contract. He falters, and ink splatters over the page. He’ll have to reprint it and start over. This time, Hanamaki elopes in Bali, and although he extends Matsukawa an invitation, Matsukawa knows better than to go.

The third time, Matsukawa finds out via the news.

---

“You either need to tell him or get over it,” Iwaziumi says, stubbing out his cigarette in the tray between them, ever the realist.

“That’s rich coming from you, Hajime.” Matsukawa sneers. He doesn’t mean to be rude to Iwaizumi, the man has been there for him for so long and is really only verbalizing what Matsukawa knows on the inside, but he can’t help it. “Let me know when you tell Oikawa how you feel.”

“I’m about to, actually.” Iwaizumi says, crossing his arms with a sigh. “I’m headed to Argentina soon. I’m going to tell him.”

Matsukawa is stunned. He figured Iwaizumi would’ve preferred to evaporate on the spot rather than admit his feelings to Oikawa. “I...I’m happy for you,” he whispers, “I know he feels the same.”

“We’ll see won’t we?” the shorter man says, an undercurrent of nervousness in his voice, a fond look on his face.

The two get married the following year, a beautiful ceremony on the Argentine beach surrounded by family and friends new and old. The ceremony has an added effect of bringing Hanamaki back into Matsukawa’s life, and they rekindle their friendship over a series of extremely alcoholic margaritas and questionable decisions in the hot Argentine nights. Matsukawa will take what he can get, because Hanamaki seems happy with Yoshioka-san, and as long as Makki is happy, Matsukawa can learn to be too. That acknowledgement doesn’t do anything to fill the hole in his soul, but it does soften the pain just a little. Hanamaki never talks about his husband or anything related to his romantic life past or present, and Matsukawa doesn’t ask. Ignorance is bliss.

---

Matsukawa’s cell rings, disturbing his reverie. He doesn’t even look at the screen before answering.

“Yoshioka-san.” he murmurs, as if it doesn’t hurt each time he has to call the love of his life by another man’s name.

“It’s back to Hanamaki now, Issei”, the voice on the other end of the line is cheerful, playful even for someone who just became a widower for the third time.

“I…” Matsukawa falters and the condolences he had prepared dies on his lips. Hanamaki always had (and continues to have) the stunning ability to catch Matsukawa off-guard. When they would play three-on-three practice games at Seijoh, Hanamaki always gave Matsukawa the most trouble. And just like that, Matsukawa slips back into his old ways, Hanamaki’s name rolling off his tongue like it belongs there, if only he would let him. “Takahiro...how are you doing?”.

---

It’s quite difficult to surprise a mortician in regards to anything having to do with death and dying, but from over a thousand miles away, Hanamaki manages to do just that.

“Let me get this straight, you want to ship the body to Miyagi, again?” Matsukawa sputters. He’s on his third cigarette of the phone call, and there’s too much information for him to process—the death of his best friend’s third spouse, the feelings he’s never addressed, the hurt that’s simmered in the back of his mind that Hanamaki left Miyagi, it’s a lot. I should’ve gone to therapy, the wayward thought has floated in Matsukawa’s mind, but he’s still not ready to face the music.

“Makki, people are going to think that you’re offing these people to help support your best friend’s funeral home.” he jokes.

The question from the last two times lingering on his lips, “You didn’t...have anything to do with their deaths did you?”

The pause before Hanamaki answers stretches a little too long for Matsukawa to be comfortable with.

“Isn’t that what friends are for?” Hanamaki finally says, completely sidestepping the question, the teasing tone in his voice still very at odds with the current circumstances, “Anyways, I’ve arranged for the body to be flown overnight to Miyagi, you just need to pick it up at the regional airport. We can talk about additional arrangements and such after you pick it up.”

“Makki I don’t—”

“Please, Issei?” he pleads, and Matsukawa gives, like he always does.

---

It’s raining softly as Matsukawa parks his car at the airport, the clammy yellow lighting reflecting off the new wax job he had just gotten. While he would’ve liked to drive a flashier car around, a van is just easier for all the transport he has to do, and the hearse is really only used for special occasions (and draws too many eyes). It’s not as if he’s driving dates around anyway or has anyone to impress, so discreet soccer mom van it is.

He checks the time and walks into the lobby. It’s usually a straightforward task, picking up a corpse from an airport. Matsukawa just needs to show the proper ID and his mortician’s license, check that the body is properly labeled and identified (wouldn’t want to take the wrong body back), and load it onto a gurney. If he’s lucky the body has been refrigerated, if not, well, hopefully the recently deceased Yoshioka-san is in an airtight container.

The woman at the Peach Airlines counter looks way too peppy for the hour of day. She confirms his ID and walks into the office to retrieve the container. Matsukawa excuses himself to use the bathroom, and when he walks out, the body has been brought out.

What Matsukawa doesn’t expect however, is the man waiting beside the casket. His breath catches as he allows himself to savor the view in front of him. Hanamaki is dressed simply in a black coat and patterned slacks, looking more formal than Matsukawa has ever seen, strawberry brown hair cut neatly in a way that frames his face perfectly. There are some lines in the corner of his eyes that weren’t there before. Hanamaki is a vision in the dim light of the airport, even as he shifts awkwardly next to his deceased husband’s casket.

It’s 10 PM Japan Standard Time on a cold rainy autumn night, and Matsukawa is still in love.

Thankfully, he manages to compose himself before Hanamaki spots him, and his face breaks out in the most beautiful smile that Matsukawa has ever seen. Before Matsukawa can say anything, Hanamaki folds him into a hug. There’s a strange desperation there that Issei has never seen in Takahiro before, he can feel the tension radiating off the other man’s body, in the way that his hands clench at Matsukawa’s coat. Grief? Relief? Matsukawa isn’t sure.

After a long minute, Hanamaki finally releases him, his hand lingering on Matsukawa’s waist for just a tad longer than appropriate. “I missed you,” Matsukawa says simply, unsure of how else to vocalize the well of emotions he’s gone through the past few years, everything he’s wanted to say but could never find the right time to. I’ve missed you so much it hurts. I’m so in love with you. I think about you all the time. I’m hurt we aren’t as close as we used to be.

Hanamaki looks at him with an expression that Matsukawa can’t quite place, “I’ve missed you too Issei.” There’s a lingering there, like he wants to say something else, but he doesn’t.

“Shall we?” he pipes up, the happy-go-lucky mask sliding back over his face. “Can’t just leave a body out in the open like this.”

Matsukawa nods.

---

“Issei...you drive a minivan?” Hanamaki says, as if that is the strangest thing out of this whole situation.

“Had I known you were coming with, I would’ve brought out my Maserati,” he jokes as he opens the door for Hanamaki, the body safely secured in the back.

Hanamaki rolls his eyes as he settles in, “I’ll bet you get all the chicks in this hot rod.”

There’s only one person I want to bring home in this car.

“Oh, so many. Chicks love it when you tell them you haul dead bodies in the back. It does wonders to the libido,”.

Hanamaki laughs, a genuine one that brings a smile to Matsukawa’s face, “I’ll bet.” He puts on a high falsetto, “Matsukawa-san, take me now, right here on the floor of this van where you’ve just hauled Uncle to his final resting place. I must have you, you stupid sexy mortician of a man”.

Matsukawa starts the car, “So you think I’m sexy Makki? Is that it?”.

“Never said you weren’t.”

They drive back in silence as Matsukawa turns that statement over and over in his mind. Hanamaki, true to his form, falls asleep as if this is just another late night. He’s still fast asleep when Matsukawa pulls up to the driveway of the funeral home, the streetlights casting a soft glow on his face. In sleep he looks younger, and Matsukawa is reminded of late nights when they would study together. Hanamaki always fell asleep first, as if he were chasing after something in his dreams.

---

He’s still asleep as Matsukawa unlocks the door and pushes the body into the refrigerated section of the home. Matsukawa is lost in his thoughts at the absurdity of the situation, Takahiro, his best friend, a three-time widower, is asleep in his car while Issei tucks his dead husband into the fridge. What the fuck.

His reverie doesn’t last long however.

“Boo”.

Matsukawa jumps as Hanamaki suddenly grabs his waist.

“Jesus Makki I—“

“Gotcha~” he says in a singsong voice. “You know, this is the first time I’ve been here,” he remarks as he looks around, taking it all in.

“Which is odd, considering you’re now a three-time client.”

Hanamaki shrugs, “I require the best of the best.”

“I’m sure there are better and more established funeral homes in Tokyo than my little place,” Matsukawa scoffs. He really needs a cigarette. Or a break. Maybe both. This is all too much to handle.

Hanamaki runs his hands along the desk, “Maybe. But you built this place from the ground up. All by yourself,”.

Matsukawa knows better than to say what’s on his mind, but he can’t help it. It’s been stewing for so fucking long that he needs to get it out. He may as well get closure now, here, as they stand in front of Hanamaki’s dead husband. “I wanted you by my side you know.”

The other man chuckles, clearly misinterpreting the weight of what he just said, “Right, we’d be like Gomez and Morticia Addams, two partners running a funeral home.”

“If you mean being married and running a small business side-by-side, yeah.” It’s a crude confession, not at all what Issei thought it would be like. Matsukawa thought he’d always have some flowery thing to say to Hanamaki when he finally did confess. Something sweet like the profiteroles that Hanamaki loves so much. He didn’t want to confess in the sterile white lighting of the storage room of his funeral home, to his grieving best friend. Hanamaki deserves better than that, he thinks, but it is what it is.

It all spills out of Matsukawa like a torrent. “I’ve been in love with you since before our last Spring High. Every fucking day I’ve wanted nothing but to hold your hand and kiss you. I thought…I thought after we graduated that we would live a boring normal life together while Iwaizumi and Oikawa run around the world,” he scoffs, trying desperately to chase away the wellspring of tears in his eyes. When did he become so emotional? Years of pining will do that to a man, he supposes.

Hanamaki gapes at him like he wants to say something, but Matsukawa doesn’t relent, words just keep spilling out of him. “It’d be boring by their standards but it would be our kind of boring you know? The dumb kind where we go out for ice cream at 2AM, or fall asleep on the couch,”. He runs a hand through his hair, grasping desperately.

“It hurt so much when you moved away…when you got married and I didn’t even know you were dating someone. After…after the first time I tried to date, tried to get over you, but no one can hold any candle to you in my life.” Matsukawa’s breathing is jagged, jagged like his heart. It feels like he’s trying to talk while running.

“I just…I love you so much Takahiro. I’m in love with the crow’s feet on your eyes that weren’t there before, the way your hair frames your face, your stupid humor, your laugh, how you always try to do-it-all and I just…I..”

“Every time I see you, you bring me to my knees,” he whispers.

Hanamaki doesn’t say a word, not that Matsukawa leaves any room for him to speak. He just closes his eyes. By the end, Matsukawa’s head is spinning and he’s pretty sure he just fucked it all up, but somehow, he’s also relieved. Relieved that he finally got it off his chest. Iwaizumi was right. The whole time, he’d been carrying this burden for so long he doesn’t know what it’s like to not have it, like a lovesick Atlas who doesn’t realize that he could just shrug off the burden and stand up straight again.

“Say something.” Please.

Hanamaki says nothing, just walks up to Matsukawa in bold, self-assured steps. He reaches for his face and Matsukawa flinches, actually flinches, at the touch.

“We’re both idiots, aren’t we?”

Before Matsukawa can say anything Hanamaki reaches his hand to the back of Matsukawa’s neck, pulls at his tie, and kisses him. Issei is pretty sure he’s hallucinating but fuck Hanamaki smells so good, looks so good up close. He takes Hanamaki’s face in his hands, deepening the kiss, nothing on his mind except a litany of yes yes yes.

As they kiss, Hanamaki pushes Matsukawa towards the desk. Matsukawa doesn’t mind, all that he can think about is how badly he’s wanted this, how long he’s waited, how fucking happy he feels. He’s so dizzy with want that he doesn’t even remember where he is, all that exists currently is the feel of Hanamaki’s lips on his and his hands around Hanamaki’s waist.

Hanamaki breaks off the kiss, thumb running over Matsukawa’s cheek before he goes for his neck, pulling open his tie, fumbling at the button on his collar. When he can’t get it open fast enough, his hand wanders further down.

“Makki—wait I—”.

“Shut up.” He says as he drops to his knees, “Can’t tell you how long I’ve wanted this.”

Wanted this? Wanted Matsukawa? Issei thinks he might need hearing aids or something, but that thought is wiped out as Hanamaki takes his cock out of his boxers and licks a long, wet stripe along the underside. The groan that escapes him is embarrassing and he grips the edge of the desk for dear life.

“Look at me Issei.” Hanamaki murmurs, pressing a kiss to the tip.

Matsukawa swallows, fluttering his eyes open as he looks down right as Hanamaki takes all of him into his mouth. Had he been a lesser man, he would’ve cum right then and there like a schoolboy. Instead, Matsukawa wills the last of his lucidity into being.

“F-fuck, Makki no—”

Hanamaki looks up at Matsukawa from his knees, a look of shock on his face and an undercurrent of dejection in his plea “You don’t want…?” You don’t want me? Is the unspoken thought.

Matsukawa grits his teeth as he wills himself to pull back, “I do Takahiro, you have no fucking idea how much I want you but no, not here. We need to do this right.”

It’s then that Hanamaki seems to snap out of his daze and remembers where they are. “Oh...oh right, fuck. Uh...let’s go home?”

Matsukawa sighs in relief as Hanamaki gets up. “Yeah..home.”

---

When they get back to Matsukawa’s apartment, he brings out two beers from the fridge, and sets them down on the coffee table.

“Hiro...before we do anything, we should...talk”.

Hanamaki sighs, taking a deep swig, “I know...I owe you that much.”

He fiddles with the label on beer. “The first two times, I needed money, and one of the part-timers suggested this website. I made it clear from the start that it was purely transactional, but I was so afraid of losing everything and coming back to Miyagi with nothing to show for it.”

He looks right at Matsukawa. “I know…I could’ve asked my parents or you or anyone for help but...when you’re in the thick of it you just can’t think straight you know?”

Hanamaki sighs wearily, “The last time, Hideki-kun...was terminally ill and estranged from his family. He didn’t want it to go to them. We got close when I was temping at his office. I..I told him to leave it all to charity, but I guess he felt some sort of strange compulsion to help me. He paid for job training, a therapist, and was just so kind for no reason. All he asked for in return was that I play a role in public.”

“So, you were…arm candy?”

“I wouldn’t even call it that. We had different residences, it was all very compartmentalized. I wish I asked him before but, I think he was just lonely.” Hanamaki scoffs, “At least I did one thing right in my adult life, comfort someone who needed it.”

Matsukawa reaches over, pulling the other man to his chest, running a hand through his hair. Hanamaki fits perfectly on top of Issei’s chest. He lets out a sigh.

“I’m sorry Issei.”

Matsukawa presses a kiss to the top of Hanamaki’s head. “There’s nothing to be sorry for,” he murmurs, “Will you stay this time?”

“Yeah, if you’ll have me.”

“There’s nothing else I want more,” Matsukawa murmurs, before taking Hanamaki’s hand in his and pressing a kiss to his palm.

A muffled voice pipes up, “You..you forgive me?”

“Of course,” Matsukawa says, another kiss to his hand. It’s the easiest thing Matsukawa has ever done. They’ll have to talk more earnestly later and clear years of unspoken pain, but Matsukawa knows that this time, it’ll be alright.

“Just like that?”

Matsukawa angles his head to the side, looking down right into Hanamaki’s eyes as he runs a finger across his eyebrow, “Makki…why do you always think you have to suffer?”.

Hanamaki’s upper lip is quivering. “You sound like my therapist,” he says, voice cracking a little. Matsukawa smiles, and sits up, arms returning to Hanamaki’s waist.

“My clients usually don’t talk back,” he says, planting a soft, tentative kiss to Hanamaki’s cheek.

“Was that an attempt at a funeral joke because if so, you are severely out of practice Issei.” The other man snarks, trying and failing to hide the smile in the corner of his lips as Matsukawa presses a kiss to his forehead.

“You’re in for it now. There’s plenty more where that came from,” He murmurs before finally meeting Hanamaki’s lips. “No escape from the horrible puns.”

“What a tragedy,” Hanamaki says, mouth opening to meet Matsukawa’s. He runs his hands down Hanamaki’s side like he’s always envisioned himself doing. A jolt of electricity runs through him and he feels emboldened by both their confessions and Hanamaki finally being in his arms. Matsukawa pushes Hanamaki so that his back is on the cushions, lips on the edge of his neck, hands intertwining with Hanamaki’s. Matsukawa works his way down slowly, kissing every inch of Hanamaki that he can get access to—the other man’s Adam’s apple, the hollow of his throat, his collarbones, trying to immortalize him in his mind. Below him, Hanamaki shivers to his touch, hips rising up to meet Matsukawa’s.

Matsukawa swallows, fingertips grasping right at the edge of Hanamaki’s slacks. “May I?” he whispers, as if he’s afraid that if he’s any louder, Hanamaki will disappear again.

“I want you. I’ve wanted you.” Hanamaki says, “I—”. Emboldened, Matsukawa quickly undoes his belt and pulls his slacks down. There’s less composure in Matsukawa’s movements then he would like, but fuck it, Hanamaki is front of him in the flesh, and willing. He palms Hanamaki’s cock through his boxers, relishing in the hiss of breath that escapes Hanamaki’s gritted teeth as Matsukawa kisses the v-line of his hips. There’s no particular rhyme or reason to Matsukawa’s movements, and they’re a bit sloppy, but he doesn’t care. All he can think about is how good Hanamaki tastes and how good it feels when Hanamaki’s hand grips his hair.

He looks up at Hanamaki from between his thighs, wiping his mouth with his thumb. Hanamaki’s face is a pretty pink, lower lip swollen from how hard he’d been biting it. For a second, Matsukawa thinks about all that he’s ever wanted to do, will do, to Hanamaki, and shivers before returning his attentions to Hanamaki’s cock.

Hanamaki is beautiful as he comes undone in Matsukawa’s mouth, his fingers intertwined with Matsukawa’s other hand, back arching off the sofa cushions. They hold each other on the couch, giggling like school children- a heady mix of happiness, joy, and relief having found each other again.

---

The television is on in Matsukawa Issei’s tiny office at Peaceful Hills Funeral Home. Space is always a premium at a mortician’s, more so now that he’s no longer the sole employee of said funeral home. Instead, when he looks up and past the door, he can see his husband Hanamaki on the phone as well, jotting down notes from another client.

Matsukawa’s cigarette is lit, rapidly turning into ash as he just takes in the view in front of him, watching the light catch on the wedding band that Takahiro wears.

Darling, dearest, his.

---

I originally set out to write a PWP where they bang in the funeral home but...this...happened. I fell out of HQ for a long time (dipped out after Seijoh lost), but recently finished the manga and got slapped in the face with Mattsun working at a funeral home post-timeskip like ?? sir?? are you aware how hot you are??? and then I felt an inexplicable need to break his heart for a bit. Just a little. Also big thanks to @/plumtreeforest as always <3

Comments/reblogs/etc always appreciated <3 can’t believe I finally got around to writing fic of my faves in the year 2021. I missed them.

#haikyuu!!#hanamaki takahiro #matsukawa issei #matsuhana #matsukawa x hanamaki #seijoh #mono writes #I needed to get the Pining out of my system

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tepre · 5 years

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I want an 8th year fic where Harry is a really bad kisser. like. REALLY bad. Like, no coordination, spit all over the place, no-idea-where-he’s-going-with-this bad. And it makes sense because he’s never quite had the emotional education that makes him super attuned to other people’s needs? anYWAY when he and ginny break up they have a bit of a row and she wants to throw something at him just to THROW SOMETHING AT HIM because it’s hard to accuse the actual puppy dog who saved the goddamn world of anything -- ESPECIALLY WHEN HE’S SO WEEPY -- and so she just says it. She just says it, You are a bad kisser, Harry. You are a very, very, very, very bad kisser.

AND at first of course Harry is like how dARE YOU, and no YOU are, but then it gets stuck in his head and he starts asking around. First of all, do people even like kissing? It is a thing people like? It’s always felt kind of off and gross to him and cut to Hermione talking a million miles an hour, confiscating an empty classroom to draw out a full chart on a blackboard about the benefits/social history/beauty of make outs -- IF you want them. Harry nods furiously and is taking notes.

From there the research expands into a full-scale survey amongst the 7th and 8th years about the best snogger on Hogwarts grounds [on a scale from 0 to 10, 0 being ‘like being slapped about by the giant squid’ and 10 being ‘like a veela caressing the inside of your mouth but also you’re in fire’]. Entirely unexpectedly, WHAT A SURPRISE TO EVERYONE INVOLVED, Draco Ambrosius Giselda Anne Paulus Fucking Malfoy (named after all of his auntie’s favourite corgies) ends up the UNANIMOUS nr 1. Harry and Hermione, main conductors of said research, are appalled. Especially when subject #18 (Hannah Abbott) goes all glassy-eyed staring at the survey parchment and whispers “that mouth tho”, seemingly to herself.

Cut to Harry and Hermione holed up in the classroom with pictures of everyone from 7th & 8th year hanging on the walls with bits of red thread connecting them. Malfoy’s is in the middle, circled several times and surrounded by question marks. Harry looks frazzled, tie undone, and he’s reading through the case again. “It can’t be!” he says, incredulous, while Hermione laughs a little crazed and disbelieving. “It has to be,” she says, shaking her head. “By Jobe, it has to be.”

CUT TO HARRY inviting Draco A. G. A. P. F. Malfoy to an official interview where he shakily reads a pre-prepared statement off a paper while Hermione stands behind him and mouths with cuz she wrote it. And Draco’s like, “Ok let me get this straight. You want me to kiss you. To teach you how to kiss.”

“For science!” say Harry and Hermione at once.

Draco complies on a curriculum of 10 weeks ON the condition of the final result being conducted in the middle of the great hall -- DURING DINNER! -- in full view of the whole school. “I’m rehabilitating my image,” he says, picking a piece of lint off his robes. “It would be beneficial.”

Harry says “DEAL” and Hermione says “Uh” and they shake on it and so it happens that Draco and Harry set off on a vigorous 10 week curriculum starting off with lesson nr 1, peppermint spells. This is quickly followed by lesson the second, which is basically Draco pushing Harry up against a wall and hovering close without actually touching him. Almost brushing their lips, then not. Breathing against his neck, his jaw, the corner of his mouth -- then leaning away again, all until Harry is a frustrated shaking mess, trying to chase after Draco’s mouth if only to JUST GET IT OVER WITH. But it’s a no-go, it’s just Draco’s hand to his chest to hold him back saying, “Not yet.”

Lesson nr 3 is Draco’s fingers tracing the shape of his lips and hovering close and Harry opening his mouth and Draco putting the pad of a long finger to the flat of Harry’s tongue and watching, quiet, when Harry sucks at it. Lesson 4 is cancelled ‘cuz Draco is “BETTER THINGS TO GO GOODBYE” (announced by way of a howler), lesson 5 is the two of them in a broom closet and Draco’s hands like fists in his robs, brushing his lips to Harry’s, just brushing them, a total of five exCRUCIATING minutes and then leaning down to bite at his neck, which Harry needs a full hour after Draco leaves to recover from (”calm down calm down what is wrong with you Harry Potter CALM YOURSELF DOWN”). Lesson 6 Draco has him on his back in the grass behind the lake and licks the corner of his mouth, nips at his bottom lip, ignores it when Harry’s fingers slip between the buttons of his shirt to touch the skin of his stomach. Lesson 7 begins with Harry already wrecked and they haven’t even STARTED -- on the stairs to the owlery, Harry one step higher than Draco, Draco’s teeth hard the fading hickey from last time, Harry’s hands in Draco’s hair -- babbling, saying, “You’re never gonna kiss me, are you, God, you’re never gonna--”

And then Draco leans up, aligns, sucks Harry’s bottom lip into his mouth. Licks up, sucks the top lip, and has to catch what is BASICALLY a swooning Harry James Fucking Potter and they stand like that for a second, swaying, breathing hot and wet against each other’s mouths.

Lesson 8 Harry has had ENOUGH, goddamn it, and there are only two to go and they’re not nearly advanced enough and also SCIENCE, and so Saturday afternoon in the alleyway behind Puddifoots -- between a trashcan full of half-eaten cupcakes and a soggy cardboard box -- Harry has Draco up against a wall, opening his hot maddening (horrible, good-for-nothing) mouth with a shudder and a moan. It’s all tongue, at first, and Draco has to tell him to slow down, has to put his fingers to Harry’s lips, cradle his face, tilt it, show him how to pace it, how to breathe through it, how to suck on his tongue. How to start slow and end hot and heavy and shivering and being unable to pull away to cast a simple charm against the drizzle or even move the godDAMN inch it would take to take cover under the awning. Idiots. Now you’re wet. Now you’re soaking wet and still making out and it’s been a literal two hours. Great. Wonderful. Don’t come crying to me when you catch your death of cold, I swear.

Lesson 9 in the changing rooms after Quidditch practice, this time Harry’s back against the tiled shower wall, mouth swollen and skin tender from Draco’s stubble and his hands in Draco’s hair -- Draco’s gloved hands under his shirt, fingers shaky, palming his ribs. Harry whispering “God,” and “Fuck,” and “Come here,” even though Draco’s already there, as close as he can get.

Lesson 10 Draco spends sucking at Harry’s pulse point. Pulling at the skin, soothing it with his tongue, breathing over it -- first hot, then cold. They’re in the empty classroom, door locked, Harry up on one of the desks and Draco’s legs slotted between his. Harry rides his thigh, doesn’t mean to, can’t quite help himself, is embarrassed and bothered and hot and comes like that, with Draco’s lips wet to the shell of his ear.

The next day Harry’s showered for the occasion. He’s showered and shaved and conducts himself a little bit like a robot on his first day out saying things like, “Hermione, could you be so kind to pass the butter” in a flat and shaky voice. Hermione is, in fact, so kind as to pass the butter, which Harry immediately drops when Draco enters the great hall. Robot Harry stands and walks to face him, and says Hello and Okay and Okay (again) and Now? Shall we do it now? And Draco clears his throat like 30 times before he can say yes okay fine now.

And then they kiss. And Harry has come to know those lips better than he knows his own, and has come to like holding on by the small gap between the two buttons of Draco’s shirt -- right over his stomach -- and has come to anticipate the small gust of air that leaves Draco after that first press of lips. After they move to settle into place, cock their heads, slides their tongues together. Draco is the one who rushes into it now, and Harry is the one who gets to smile into it, gets to tell him to slow it down, gets to relax them into it.

Somewhere in the distance some silverware clatters. Three Hufflepuffs walk into each other. A 4th-year Ravenclaw drops the two glasses of juice she’d had in her hands, one of which was for her friend. It’s okay, because her friend was about bring a potato to her mouth, but that’s fallen off the fork anyway. Nearly Headless Nick gasps a quiet good lord and McGonnagal puts a hand over Mme Hooch’s eyes. Hermione is furiously taking notes.

Draco murmurs something into the kiss, something about having given them enough of a show, and Harry laughs, nips at his lips, at his chin, his jaw. “Hold on tight,” he says, and slips a hand around Draco’s waist. Dips him, dramatically, holds him in the cradle of his arm -- bends to kiss him again. Draco laughs against his mouth, only a little outraged, and Hermione adds some arrows to her chart.

Somewhere nearby Ginny mumbles a quiet damn, and, that’s one steep learning curve.

“It’s a steep something, alright,” is what Hannah Abbott has to say about that, glassy-eyed again.

Hermione’s now fanning herself with her notebook. “Good science,” she says, nodding quickly. “Very good science.”

#drarry #Drabble????#or whatever this is #a lot of words about boys necking #anyway SO I WANT THIS FIC #this is not the fic #this is just a tribute #m for making out #and maybe someone jazzing in their pantfs #MAYBE #really don't ask me I have NO IDEA what this is #Draco #Draco Ambrosius Giselda Anne Paulus Fucking Malfoy #(named after all of his auntie’s favourite corgies)

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April’s Fall - Part 2

Suspicions & Secrets

Part One // Part Three

@write-it-motherfuckers prompt

Over the past three weeks you’d continued to have odd dreams about the stranger with glowing eyes. Every other night was a dream filled with incomplete visions of a distant past that never seemed quite real. For all the dreams you had, you had still not learned your stranger’s name. Whenever you had asked, he always told you that you would know soon enough.

Yet each time you met him in the dreams, you could never quite recall what it was. A name always dangled on the tip of your tongue, but nothing ever formed. Letters swirled around in your head, frustratingly out of reach.

You noted that each time you had a dream the once pure white glow of the rose faded slightly. Other than a hint of red leaching up through the base of the petals, the rose had not changed since the moment your stranger gave it to you.

The flashes of your initial dream were slowly being fleshed out over time.

A general feeling of happiness came from a picnic and being chased by a pale young boy. It came from playing games with him, with people who you could never quite make out the faces of. Deep laughter came from a kind old man with a circle of gilded flowers resting on his grey hair. The white roses that the boy always gave you. The twin white roses the boy, who now looked 16, placed gently on what looked to be a grave. After that the old man didn’t see the two of you anymore. He was always busy. You tried but could not figure out who died. You only knew that they were important to both you and the boy with Autumn hair.

Out of desperation you asked the mysterious man whom called you his love. Each time he smiled sadly and shook his head. “You are not ready yet, my dear.” He claimed that you would not believe him. Deep down you knew that to be true.

And so the cycle continued. The harder you tried to piece together the puzzle, the more elusive the answer was. The most confusing vision was the one in which the pale boy turned into a young man with flaming armour, screaming at you, pleading with you to run. You were also clad in light armour and carrying a thin blade. You had no memories after that.

With the dreams came doubts about your grandmother. Since they began, you’d been avoiding her as much as possible. It was a difficult endeavor as you were still under ‘house arrest’ in the small woodland home which the two of you shared.

Grandmother was becoming suspicious. Not only had you been quite successfully avoiding her, you had also not drank anything she gave you. You tried to avoid eating anything she made too. While your behaviour was out of the ordinary, your grandmother could not outright say anything about it lest you start asking questions. Questions that she did not want to answer.

The more you avoided her and her cooking, the more your mind seemed to clear. You noticed gaps in your memory and holes in your grandmother’s stories. Anything before age 10 was completely gone. Large gaps in your memory were present until you turned 16. You couldn’t recall your parents at all.

The more you focused on the gaps, the more desperate you became. How could this have happened?

After three weeks of unexplainable dreams and feelings, you were in dire need of answers. So you decided that whenever grandmother went out, you would search the house.

It took another week before you were left alone. You waited a few moments after she left in case she returned. After searching for hours, you found absolutely no mention of your parents at all. There were no pictures, paintings or even old diaries. It was like they never existed.

The more you looked around the house, the more confused you had become. You noted there was no historical books or anything of you as a child. Over the period of a fortnight, you searched the entire cottage from top to bottom. The only places you were unable to check were your grandmother’s bedroom and a locked door you had never taken notice of before.

It looked to be broom closet. You raked through your memories to see what it was. There were contradicting memories of your Grandmother saying that it was a broom closet, a little pantry, a storage cupboard, a coat room… it was different each time! You tried to pick the lock but it was no use. You would have to go into town in order to gather materials.

With your mind made up, you decided to come up with an excuse to go over to the town.

That night came yet another dream. By now, you were very familiar with the room in the trees. The scenery never changed. It seemed timeless. Caught frozen in time and space.

The man you saved would always be there; he coaxed you to remember. It was difficult. It seemed like there was nothing to remember. There was something in your mind encouraging you to forget.

It was the man who gave you an idea of how to convince your grandmother to let you go to town. As the two of you sat at the table, you drew a deep breath.

Smiling, you asked, “Can I go to town tomorrow please, Grandmother?”

She blinked slowly. “Why?”

You put your spoon down, “Oh, I wanted to get a few books.”

She copied your action. “On?” Your Grandmother narrowed her eyes suspiciously.

“Nothing much…” You trailed off. Seeing that wouldn’t be enough, you elaborated. “I’d like some more cooking books.”

Grandmother contemplated for a moment before conceding, “Very well. Ensure that you pick up some lemon-thyme whilst you are in town.”

“Thank you, Gran.” You forced yourself to smile despite the bitter taste that the word left in your mouth.

“You may go at sunrise tomorrow. Remember to not stray from the path, child. I expect you to be back the following day.” She said dismissively.

“Yes, Grandmother.”

It was the first time you’d been allowed into town since that fateful day in the woods and you were almost paranoid. You thought you saw the man in the woods as you walked the path to town. A flash of brown and fire. A rustle in the bushes. A sigh.

When you stopped for a break at midday you were certain that there was a voice calling you to wander off the path. You hurriedly finished your bread and continued at a fast pace to town. There was something wrong. You just knew it.

It was late afternoon when you arrived. The first thing you noticed was that everyone was acting rather odd. When you interacted with some of the townsfolk, they seemed guilty and danced around topics. They had an overall aura of fear.

Thankfully the blacksmith had some of the tools you needed in stock. He was quite suspicious and nervous about allowing you to purchase them. When you insisted they were to help you fix the lock at the front entrance, he reluctantly sold you the tools. They were exactly what you thought you would need to unlock the strange door. The townsfolk acted even stranger than they had been when you exited the smithy. Pitying, whispering, fear, apprehension, were all words to describe their behaviour towards you.

You dismissed their behaviour to be deconstructed at a later time and made your way to the little herb shop to get lemon-thyme. The old man in there had always made you feel welcome. You felt a sort of kinship with him for some reason. When you asked for the herb your grandmother requested, he looked incredibly sad and guilty. It was a similar expression to the one the old man had in your dreams.

“Take zis.” He said gruffly. ‘This’ was a small vial of a white swirling cloud. “Have it next time you meet ‘im.”

You had to stop yourself from taking a step back. “Yo- Wha- I have no idea what you are talking about.” It was impossible to meet his eyes.

The small, sad smile faded from his face before you could look at him again. He pressed the vial into your hands. “It will ‘elp. I promise you.”

You were confused, but complied with his wishes.You bid him farewell, promising to see him next time. After you left he whispered a final farewell. He would not live to see your next visit, not if you did the right thing.

From the small apothecary, you headed to the small library. The sun was starting to set now, so you made sure to hurry. The old librarian almost always closed at sundown.

There was a new person that greeted you when you entered. He was pretty cute with his brown hair, blue eyes and glasses. But something inside you rejected the thought, was disgusted by him even. That little part inside you warned you to run. It kept niggling at you, but you pushed it to the side.

“Good evening.” He smiled. His voice sent a cold shiver down your spine.

“Hello.” You looked around for the old man but couldn’t see him. “Is there any chance that Mister -”

“He’s gone. How can I help you?” The young man interrupted. His smile was just a little too wide, just enough that it was unsettling.

“I need some cooking books.” You conceded warily.

His smile widened further, as if he knew exactly what you were going to say. “Of course, Miss April. They should be over here.”

It was bigger than you remembered. There were many more rows to weave between. The library was more of a maze. A sinister feeling was starting to creep its way through you.

“Here you are.” He spun around quickly, trying to catch you off guard. You maintained the careful distance between the two of you. He watched over your shoulder as you browsed. After picking a couple of books, you hugged them close to your body. They were another barrier.

You looked down and mumbled a question. He tilted his head to indicate that he didn’t hear.

“Do you have any books on history?” You repeated, refusing to look up from the ground.

“Here you are.” He said, leading you to the next shelf.

You shook your head after reading some of the titles. “No, I mean factual history.”

Something sparked in the young man’s eyes. An odd emotion flashed across his face but he quickly covered it with a horrifyingly charming smile. It must have been a trick of the light. “Please follow me around to the back. We keep all those types of books in there.”

“Why?” I stepped forward and he turned his back to me.

His shoulders tensed. “I just haven’t put them out yet.”

“But…” you trailed off as he started walking back towards a slightly hidden door. What he said didn’t make sense. He hasn’t put the books out yet but they belong in the back room? Again, you shook off the uncomfortable feeling that seemed to linger.

“Are you coming? You don’t have to.” He called from behind the counter. There was something strange in his voice. He almost sounded like he was hoping that you would just leave. That made you more determined to find out the truth.

“I’m coming.” You said firmly.

You walked through the door and

- woke up in a bed.

You shot upright, noting that the room was simple. There was a chair with a folded dress and cloak, the bed, and a nightstand. It looked like a room at the inn. You stood up and promptly fell on the bed when your knees buckled. The open window allowed a cool breeze to run over your exposed skin. Sunlight also weakly filtered into the room. You couldn’t recall changing into your nightclothes, yet that was what you were dressed in. As you reached towards your satchel, your muscles ached in protest. There were red marks on your wrists that disturbed you.

With urgency, you rifled through your satchel, breathing a sigh of relief when your rose was still there. You were deeply confused. Though you searched, you could find no clear memories of last night.

You clutched the rose tightly. A thorn pricked your finger and you hissed in pain.

“We’ve got to stop meeting like this. Come with me, my love.” My pale hero whispered to me.

“How do I know that you’re not the one messing with my mind? Grandmother has been nothing but kind to me. Harsh sometimes, but that’s necessary.” My head was spinning. Nothing made sense. My wrists throbbed. He noticed and softly kissed them.

“My dear April, please.” He was begging.

I shook my head.

Startled, you thrust the rose gently into the satchel and held your pricked finger. Your heart was thudding fast. It continued its frantic beat as you dressed quickly and rushed out of the inn. You made eye contact with no-one as you hurried out of the town. If you kept up a steady pace, you would make it home by sundown.

Tags: @scuzmunkie @wordsaremylife @inuhuffclaw

#April's fall #prompt response #fae x reader #manipulation #hmm I wonder what happened to April last night #fem!oc #I don't know how to tag #sorry it took so long

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Instability -- D:BH [07]

Pairing: Connor x Reader

Word Count: 2k

Warnings: violence, mega angst, some cursing, please read at own risk

Author’s Note: this one is way long, I got a little carried away lol. Super action packed, I hope you enjoy!

Summary: Connor has just been assigned to the deviant case with you and Hank. You have a history with androids, but he just wants a partner. You want androids to be heard, but you’re still terrified of them.

Chapter Seven: Machine

The ride to the scene was awkward, no one had the confidence to break the looming silence. Not Connor, certainly not you. You hadn’t even thought about Hank or if he knew what was going on. You didn’t even know what was going on.

Again, there was nothing said even as you exited the car and got into the elevator. However, Connor looked preoccupied. As the elevator lifted you several floors, his eyes flickered closed and he appeared distant. It was an odd sight, but it was also weird to see his features in this way. The lighting was bare and it casted shadows onto his bone structure. His expression was calm, yet determined. You wondered what he was thinking about. The elevator halted and opened, to which both you and Hank naturally strutted out of the contraption.

Connor, however, stayed.

“Hey Connor!” Hank tried to get his attention. This was the first anyone had spoken in a while. It felt unnatural.

His eyes opened to look across at Hank.

“You run outta batteries or what?”

“I’m sorry,” he spoke, robotic and distant, “I was making a report to CyberLife.”

You were not sure how, but his voice was…satisfying. When he spoke, it was as if it completed a sentence in the constructs of your mind with no words. Something about it implied human texture, but it was elastic and smooth like silicone.

“Do you plan on staying in the elevator?” The thought of that made you chuckle, and Connor’s reaction didn’t help.

“No, I’m coming!” He sounded offended and it made you giggle more. Things were feeling normal again. Whatever normal was, that is.

Hank and you walked into the hallway with Connor just behind you.

“So, what do we know about this guy?”

“Not much, just that a neighbor reported that he heard strange noises coming from this floor.” Connor filled you in a little more.

“That doesn’t immediately say deviant though, right?” you questioned this report just subtly, since you had heard plenty of empty complaints from neighbors before.

“Nobody’s supposed to be living here, but the neighbor said he saw a man hiding a LED under his cap.” The details started to come together.

Connor had started walking a little faster to catch up to you, walking in tandem with you and Hank.

“Oh Christ, if we have to investigate every time someone hears a strange noise, we’re gonna need more cops.” Hank was distraught with annoyance, rightfully so. Connor bent down parallel to the apartment door accessing some junk on the floor. You got curious.

“Connor, were you actually writing a report in the elevator? Just…by closing your eyes?”

Connor turned back to look at you, his eyes reflecting into yours.

“Correct.”

“Wish I could do that…” Hank mumbled ruggedly as he knocked on the door.

Silence, followed by Hank shrugging as Connor turned to him. Connor knocked harder, “Anybody home?” More silence.

You got tired of this. “Open up! Detroit Police!” Finally, there was movement.

Hank drew his weapon, as did you.

“Stay behind me.”

“Got it.”

Hank kicked down the door as the two of you entered, Connor still behind the door frame.

The hallway was decrepit, with light showing through the ceiling and paint peeling from the ghoulishly grey walls. It might have been bland in color, but definitely not in texture. The walls were also decorated with hexagonal shapes and weird pictures. Connor ducked into a room and as you cased the other.

Hank broke open a door, to which a shit ton of pigeons flew out.

“What the fuck is this!” Hank’s call beckoned you to follow him to the main room. In it, the floor was crammed with pigeons and there were more hexagonal shapes. Your hand moved to cover your nose.

“Holy shit it stinks in here!” you blurted out, noticing Connor looking around, never minding the pigeons nor the smell.

“Looks like we came for nothing, our man’s gone.” Hank’s hoarse voice echoed in the abandoned room.

“Just look around and see if we can find where he might have went.” Hank was in a mood, probably because he was sick of the deviant business in general.

Connor turned to his right to see a UFO poster, and promptly removed its place from the wall. This action was unjust at first, but behind the wall lay a book. You could not see its contents, but seeing his face riddled with confusion made you curious as to how his brain worked. Or however androids brains worked.

His brow drawn and mouth downturned, his perplexity perplexed you in a way. How could someone sound and look so pristine, so human, and yet still reflect such robotic qualities? That was just it, really; he was a robot. An android.

A machine.

He could not feel, he could not exude the same emotions as a human. It was quite bothersome, really. It was as if talking to a wall with a face. Yes, the wall can talk and make faces and such, but all it was just a wall. Nothing more, nothing less. It was not human, and it could never act like a human. You knew this far too well.

“Found something?” You already knew the answer but the curiosity was itching.

“I don’t know, it looks like a notebook but it’s…indecipherable.”

You turned to your direct right and opened up a closet. A couple pigeons flew towards you. Nothing.

The windows were boarded up, the cabinets in disarray, which made you think. There was nothing in the cabinets to begin with, except for rat food. You opened the refrigerator.

Empty.

Connor was to your left and looked at what seemed to be a military jacket.

“R.T…probably initials.”

“He put his initials in his jacket? That’s something your mom does when you’re in the first grade…” Hank was a smart ass as always.

“That’s assuming he went to first grade.”

You walked into the bathroom, where something was smeared on the side of the sink. Connor touched it and placed his fingers to his lips.

“Connor! Don’t lick the evidence!”

“I can analyze blue blood in real time–”

You thought a moment.

“Okay, that’s really cool, but it’s still evidence. Please don’t put anything else in your mouth.”

“Got it.”

You took a look at the sink itself, to find an LED sitting on the ledge.

“So it was a deviant. Mystery solved.” You were getting sick of smelling bird feces. Finally looking around the bathroom, there were symbols everywhere. The most prevalent was “RA9,” which had no meaning to you. However, as Connor looked at the patterns, something clicked. He reached out to the paint to find it was still wet.

You decided to speak. “Any idea what it means?”

“RA9...written 2471 times...it’s the same sign Ortiz’s android wrote on the shower wall. Why are they obsessed with this sign?” Connor’s tone was of pure confusion.

“It looks like a bunch of mazes...maybe like a map?” Connor bent down to find a wooden stool turned over on the floor. His eyes paced the scene rapidly, placing everything together it looked like. He got up and quickly walked to the cage on the floor. Again, getting up and looking towards the door. Finally, he moved towards the chair in the corner of the room to the hole in the ceiling. The room almost stood still…

You paced towards the ceiling, with some pigeons scattering about when a large black figure fell out of the hole and into you. You fell hard into the ground, feeling every splintering piece of wood stab your backside.

“Oh shit!”

Connor helped you up, a hand on your forearm and shoulder. You stood, and Connor was gone, chasing the deviant. A crash, a boom, and a door opening. That was all you heard before silence as Connor probably left the building from the emergency exit.

“Let’s go around!”

There was nothing on his mind. Complete calm in his systems. His body, however, was dashing in utter and absolute control. He jumped over a generator, never failing to make the cut. He focused on one thing and one thing only.

Catch the deviant.

The task was better read than done. A jump down the wall to a field of wheat. Again, completely calm as he did what might’ve been painful to humans. Something that would have injured your ankles in three different places.

Catch the deviant.

He crossed the field and climbed the wall parallel to the last into another field, and onto another higher building. Androids all about, growing plants. A swift right turn and a fall onto a glass ceiling. The deviant broke the glass in front of him and Connor hinged his legs to jump into the damage.

A perfect landing. However, not good enough. The deviant was making headway up the stairs, approximately 10 meters ahead of him. The door closed in front of him, to which Connor made a quick right into a lavender field. Taking a shortcut to his right, he climbed onto another generator onto a building. Two meters ahead.

Catch the deviant.

The jump led the another glass ceiling to slide down. The deviant was already on the train as Connor jumped and landed into a perfect stance. A ladder, deviant is approximately 1.6 meters ahead. However, Connor skidded on the ladder, the deviant was already running. He was now 8 meters away. Damnit.

Catch the deviant.

Another jump onto a higher building into a greenhouse. A swift couple of jumps later and he was in a cornfield. This chase was taking too long, he needed the deviant secured as soon as possible. Connor dashed out, to find (y/n) having a fistfight with the deviant. The suspect threw you over the ledge. Analyzing the situation, he found that if not helped, you would be heavily injured. Chance of survival: 89%

CatcH the deviAnt.

The decision was not conscious. He ran toward you and pulled you up, a hand on yours and another on your forearm. This was the third time he pulled you up today. If it was a habit, it was one he didn’t mind.

^^ sOftwarE inStaBility ^^

Hanging over the ledge, you anticipated Connor to run after the deviant. You left Hank in a mad dash to cut him off. However, when you felt a warm, strong hand pull you up, you were left surprised and somewhat disappointed. You realized Connor did not go after him, but instead saved you. He disobeyed his orders.

“Shit! I--We had it!” The cursing was real, but you were not just cursing at the deviant getting away. Connor disobeyed his orders. That meant something, and you knew from experience. This was only the beginning.

“It’s my fault,” Connor broke your thoughts, “I should have been faster.”

You looked up at him. He was still in an action stance looking towards the deviant. The realization only became more prevalent.

“You didn’t chase after him…” Your voice was soft, but audible. It wasn’t a statement, more so a moment of disbelief. Connor looked down to you, his soft brown eyes not fully comprehending what this meant. Not disobeying orders in this moment, but the big picture. What was to come. Oh god.

His face was sad, and you felt bad that you had to be a burden to carry. You were the reason the deviant was not in custody right now.

A distant sound of footsteps were heard, a bang of a door opening, and Hank was now on the roof.

“Where the fuck did it go?” he yelled.

“I fell, Connor helped me.” It was a frustrated response.

Hank was also disappointed, but his face changed. You thought you saw the same realization hit him for a split second. He was good at hiding his emotions.

“It’s alright, we know what it looks like. We’ll get it next time.”

Hank was already down the steps. You wanted to thank him for saving you, but the words didn’t feel right. It was your fault. You let him get away.

“Connor--” He turned to look at you, his sad brown eyes looking down at yours. This was getting all too real all too quick. And you had nothing to contribute.

“Nothing...let’s just go.” You could feel his gaze on your back once again, it was a cold stab on your warm, heart-pounding, nervous body.

Connor stood there a moment. Just a moment. He saw the sun. It looked...different.

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markleesthighs · 5 years

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Black Mamba | Chapter 2

Pairings: Reader x Mark Lee, Reader x Hendery, Reader x Jaehyun, feat. ot21

Genre: NCT mafia!au, angst, fluff, light smut (suggestive), comical

Warnings: Swearing, mentions of cheating and drugs

Words: 3.415k

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Chapter 2 - Judas Kiss

Valentine’s Day, Seoul, Korea, 2023

You were planning to take Mark out on a date for your anniversary, you were able to book a restaurant and super excited to take Mark. You both have been busy lately, both of you had not left the mansion in a while, and this would be an excellent opportunity to go out. After you got the call for the confirmation, you walked to Mark’s office to go tell him. But before you could open the door, you heard the other boys talking to him about what to do for Valentine’s Day.

“Boss, how long has it been since you’ve gone out?” Jaehyun asked

“I’ve been busy trying to manage you, numskulls.”

“We are all planning on going to hit the club tonight, you should come,” Johnny added.

“Nah, you guys go on your own.”

“C’ mon boss, how long has it been since you’ve had a girl over?” Taeyong asked

“It’s none of your business.”

“Mark, we all know you haven’t had one over in forever,” Donghyuck Responded.

The truth was, Mark did everything he can to avoid the boys from finding out about you two. Whether that was you hiding in the closet, or waiting ten minutes to exit the same room, it was what you promised between each other. Mark also made his room soundproof, to ensure no one would hear both of you in the same place. Mark sighed and gave a somewhat forced answer.

“…fine I’ll go.”

“YES!!” Cheered Yuta

You heard them walking by the door, so you quickly made it look like you were walking to the supplies closet looking for materials for your next weapon. The guys saw you, excited to know what your latest invention was.

“y/n! y/n! What are you working on!” Donghyuck asked

“Well, if I told you I would ruin the surprise.”

“Can’t you give us a little hint?”

“Fine.”

“You guys have to use this on night missions.”

“Ohhhhhhh”

“Well, I have to get back to the lab, I’ll see all of you.”

“Bye y/n!!”

You obviously made that weapon up, but right now you just wanted to go into the lab and reflect on what just happened. You walked into the lab and just sat in there for an hour fiddling your pen, thinking about what to do. You trusted Mark, but you had hoped he would have remembered to do something or anything for your anniversary. He knows that you didn’t like flowers, but in past anniversaries he at least got you a gift and spent more time with you for the day. Last year, he spent the whole day in the lab saying he was “testing” and “approving” your weapons. When in reality, you both were having a secret date inside the lab and couldn’t keep your hands off each other.

The thought of being engaged and getting married crossed your mind, since some of your friends had gotten engaged around three or four years of dating someone. You would say yes, but was this the right time? You decided to head to the bathhouses to clear your mind and think of different things to take your mind off your worries.

The bathhouses were inspired by Japanese onsens, and since you were the only girl in a high ranking position, you got the bathhouse to yourself. Your juniors and other trainees had other houses where they bathed. You let the hot water and steam relax your body, and you watched as there was a light snowfall. Watching the delicate flakes of snow melting softly into the hot water made you feel calm, and forget what you were worried about.

However, when you stepped out and walked back into the mansion, it was extremely quiet. You then asked a maid carrying towels where they went.

“They went out tonight miss.”

Right. They were going to the club. On Valentine’s Day. On your anniversary. You would be lying if you said it didn’t hurt as you walked to your bedroom to change into one of Mark’s hoodies, it smelled like whiskey and his old spice. You tried to sleep, and you were tossing and turning and looked at the clock, 12:00 AM. You realized that you needed to find out for yourself if Mark indeed was staying loyal or else you wouldn’t be able to sleep. You got up and changed into your clothes (with weapons secretly equipped in pockets of course) which was all black, and you wore a black mask to cover your face.

You rode your motorbike near the club and had to walk through a big park to get there since everyone came to this club on Valentines Day, and it’s hard to get in. You noticed that this was the park that you and Mark had your first official date in the public.

You remembered how he violently chased the pigeons and picked up a bunch of flowers for you. It was good and heartwarming memories that reminded you of Mark. But you quickly snapped out of it and focused at the task at hand. You had debated whether to go or not, determining the probability of him catching you there or how he would react. You even wondered if you were just being paranoid and doubting Mark.

“What am I going to do if he sees me?”

“What happens if he is cheating on me?”

“Am I just going crazy?”

“What if I am worried for nothing, god I feel so stupid.”

“So, I am actually doing this, you can do it y/n.”

But you decided, fuck it, let’s just do it, if he sees me, then so be it. You walked up to the bodyguards, and you showed them your NCT tattoo, and they let you in immediately with no question. But of course, everyone else waiting started to yell at them wondering how you magically get to waltz inside. When you got in your eardrums hurt like hell, this was one of the main reasons why you didn’t like clubs. First off, even though you were in a mafia group, you didn’t drink or smoke, you just didn’t like either preferably.

The place clearly reached of alcohol, pot, marijuana, and flavored vape smoke. So many drunk and high people dancing, along with flashing lights, was not your forte. Also, the fact that people were sniffing cocaine and smoking out of rainbow bongs did not help either. You also realized that this particular club as also a strip club, so strippers and naked girls are everywhere. You did notice a bunch of men trying to hit on you, but once you almost broke the arm of a guy trying to grope your ass, they all seemed to back away from you.

You tried to desperately find Mark or even the group, there were so many people and so many sweaty bodies you couldn’t wait to get out of this shit hole. You eventually saw all of them sitting in a booth laughing and drinking, you can tell Mark was drunk because he was really touchy with all of the members and his face has a slight pink tint. You were relieved he was just drinking and not doing other things.

But as you are just going to leave out of the corner of your eye, you saw a girl walk over to Mark and sat on his lap. You turned, and with no hesitation, he started to make out with her and holding her the way he held you. You saw all the boys hooting and hollering Mark. You saw him smiling, which you haven’t seen in a long time.

But there was only one person not following along, which was Donghyuck, who looked uncomfortable in this situation. That led him to notice you with watery eyes, and you quickly ran out of there as fast as your legs could carry you. You ran and ran for miles while knowing Donghyuck was following you, hearing his footsteps linger behind you. You ran not looking back, feeling your tears stream your cheeks as millions of thoughts fill your head.

“Is he happy?”

“Why did he do this?”

“What is wrong with me?

“What is this feeling?

“Why does my throat have a lump?”

“Why does my chest feel heavy?”

“Why are my eyes filled with water?”

“Why did he do this?”

“Did he forget about me?”

The only time you remembered crying like this was at your parents funeral, you have never cried since. For once, you felt hurt again, and you felt betrayed by someone you loved in a long time. You felt sick and vulnerable.

“Why did you make me feel this way?”

You wondered if you ever made him happy. You questioned if he ever loved you. You thought if you were ever enough for Mark.

“Was this just a game?”

“Was my loyalty for three years worth nothing?”

“Did I just waste my time?”

But the footsteps never stopped

“y/n!! Wait!”

You kept running and running until your tears dried up from the wind created while you were running. You ran into the park and sat on a bench with lightly stained tears as Donghyuck caught up to you panting and sat down the bench with you. At this point, you’ve cried enough, and now you are just deep in thought, figuring out an excuse to tell him.

“y/n? why were you at the club?”

“I-I heard you guys were going out…I just- wanted to make sure you guys were okay.”

“Aw, that's so nice of you y/n.”

“Hey! Don’t tell the guys about this, I don’t want them to know I actually care or look out for you or whatever.”

“Don’t worry, I won’t tell them.”

“So, how is guys’ night out?”

“Eh, same old same old, but now it’s interesting now that Mark came with us, he’s usually extremely busy during this time.”

“Well, I should let you get back to your guys night, I’ll be going home.”

“Ride home safe y/n.”

“You know, I will.”

You walked to your motorbike watching Donghyuck casually walk back to that disgusting place, now reminding you what had just happened. You put on your helmet and felt tears falling, and you kept riding faster and faster in anger, wanting to get away. You came home to your face streaming with tears as you walked to the shooting range. You always went there to let out your anger and emotions while practicing your shooting, which was never rusty.

You took a gun from the lab and shot about 10 targets all either all shot in the head or heart. You soon felt calm and emotionally stable after and walked back to the bedroom. You grabbed and changed back into the pajamas you had before, sadly smelling Mark on the hoodie. You had gotten tired and fell asleep for a while.

3 AM, you heard a rally of screaming and drunk men burst through the front door, indicating that they all had just come home from their guys night. You heard footsteps come towards the bedroom door and someone struggling to open the door and eventually opened it. You saw a drunk Mark with lipstick all over his face and hickeys down his neck. His belt was undone, and his pants were all wrinkled, now indicating he did cheat on you. He smelled like cheap flowers and champagne, and suddenly tears filled up your eyes, and you couldn’t see through the blur.

“Whyyyy are yyyouuu wearinggg myy hoodies?”

“You-“

“Whooo saidd youuu couuld wear them?”

“Y-“

“Only peeeople I loveee get to weaaar them. Soooo why are you wearing ittt.”

“…”

“I SAID”

Mark suddenly grabbed you forcefully and shoved you against the wall demanding to know why you were in his room, wearing one of his hoodies. Your eyes were now overflowing with tears, Mark never, in his three years of dating you yelled or shoved you like that. This was someone else, this wasn’t Mark.

“ANSWER ME WOMAN”

“Y-you said I-I-I could w-wear them.”

“WHEN DID I SAY THAT, I NEVER LOVED YOU”

“…”

After that he slapped you in the face and forcefully removed the hoodie from your body, leaving you half-naked.

“NOW GET OUT OF MY ROOM!! I NEVER ASKED FOR ANOTHER WHORE TONIGHT!”

“…”

“I NEVER WANT TO SEE YOU AGAIN!!”

Without any hesitation you left, half naked crying so hard you couldn’t breathe, and you ran to your old bedroom. It was just as you had left it, but there was no dust since the maids cleaned every room regardless if it was used or not. Your old clothes were still in the closet, and your old Crocodile jacket was still hanging in there. Your bed was cold and untouched, and it felt weird to try to sleep in here after three years.

You rummaged through your drawers to find an oversized shirt you had gotten at your old apartment. You wore it, feeling cold, not used to wearing a shirt rather than a hoodie. You tucked yourself in, and for one, felt lonely and vulnerable, there was no one to sleep next to you, no one to hold you, no one to love you. Not to your surprise, you had trouble sleeping, you missed sleeping with Mark, and not used to sleeping on your own. You decided to go get some tea to calm you down, a nice cup of chamomile would help.

You walked down the stairs and found Hendry already in the kitchen looking for something as well. You knew Hendery, he was new to the team, but you always knew about his night cravings, since so many of the members complained about it. He did not go out with the guys because he also wasn’t too fond of drinking or clubbing. It looked like he already made a pot of tea and was drinking some on his own.

“Oh, hi y/n, would you like some tea?”

“Yes, please.”

“It’s jasmine if that’s okay with you.”

“Yeah, that’s fine.”

Hendery took out another teacup and poured you some, and you both drank in silence.

“Is there something on your mind y/n?”

“Yeah…how did you know?”

“You usually don’t wake up in the middle of the night to have tea if you don’t want to calm your thoughts.”

You sighed as you placed your cup down and decided to let your thoughts out to him, he visited your lab a couple of times and was kind enough to deliver you lunch sometimes.

“It’s stupid

“It can’t be stupid if you are thinking about it so much.”

“I just broke up, with someone and it’s just hard to comprehend.”

“Ah, with Mark, right?”

You immediately froze and looked at him in awe.

“H-how did you find out?”

“I saw the signs and subtle flirting with each other, also do you think I’m that stupid to not notice you two going into the same room during the night and come out of the same room early in the morning?”

“Hm…you have a good point.”

“I heard him yelling, are you okay?”

“Y-yeah, he was just really drunk, but I’ve never seen him like that. Usually, when he is drunk, he can’t keep his hands off me.”

“I saw he was with someone else, are you okay about him cheating on you?”

“Yeah, but, nah, its just- dumb.”

“No, no, no, let it out.”

“I-I got him a present for our anniversary and Valentine’s Day, but I don’t even think he remembered.”

You revealed a watch that Mark always wanted. You noticed that he kept looking at his clock or phone for the time, and never owned a nice watch. It had your anniversary date on it engraved and had both of your initials on it as well. You showed Hendery, and he looked at it and you in pity. You started to cry again, to which Hendery comforted you, pulling you into his embraced and you cried on his shoulder while he rubbed your back.

“Why did he have to do it?”

“What’s wrong with me?”

“God, I’m so stupid.”

Was one of the few things you choked up while crying into Hendery. He looked at you with a comforting smile and reassured you of all your worries.

“You, are fucking y/n y/l/n, the damn Black Mamba, ex-Crocodile, okay? No one deserves to have you, and whoever does get to keep you is a lucky man, because they will get to love the most badass, loving, and hardworking woman I have ever seen.”

“Aw, you mean it?”

“…yeah, you are always there, looking out for trainees and constantly working in your lab and helping out many members on their missions.”

“Now, don’t think you will magically fall in love and date me because I’m a mess right now.”

“Whatever you say, princess, now go get some rest I’ll clean up.”

You got up from Hendery’s chest and started to walk back.

“Hey Hendery”

“Yeah?”

“Thank you for being here for me.”

You walked up and pecked his cheek.

“Now, don’t inflate your ego, man.”

He just smiled and waved to you going to bed. You walked back to your dark, and cold room that smelled like fresh cotton, no more musk, whiskey, or cigarette smell lingered in the room. Now calm, you fell into a deep sleep, hoping to never wake up.

You woke up early to help provide some hangover care packages for the guys, knowing they would be in pain for the whole day. You told the chef to prepare the best hangover foods such as eggs and bacon, grilled cheeses, smoothies, and a whole buffet for them. You also provided them with some pain killers and water for their headaches.

Soon, all of them slowly got out of their beds and took some painkillers and food thanking you for helping them. But the last one to come out was Mark, who shuffled his way over to you. You thought he would secretly rub your arm or hold your hand, but he just took his painkillers and food and didn’t even look at you. It was weird. You thought he was just tired and hungover, so he couldn’t even comprehend trying to flirt with you.

“Hey, there’s the man of the hour,” Donghyuck said

“How was a/n (any name) last night?” Asked Jaehyun

“She was…nice, I got her number, we are going on a date later, I want to get to know her better.”

“AYYY THATS MY DUDE” Johnny yelled

“hey, please stop screaming, it's hurting my head” scolded Taeil.

A date? Why would they be going on a date? Is this a cover-up for us dating? Mark got up, looked at you, and you thought he was about to say something to you, maybe a “sorry” or a pity look.

“Here are the dishes.”

“…”

You took them in shock

“Did I just hear that right?”

He gave no reaction or sympathy? Why is he acting this way? So many questions flooded your head while Hendery looked at you in pity, knowing how much pain and confusion you are going through. Mark just walked back and started calling on his phone. You all eventually went back to work just like a normal day. You were in the lab, and Mark only came in to talk about missions and weapons, there was no love or care in his voice.

He was acting super professional when he usually would act the complete opposite when you two were in the lab alone. This wasn’t Mark, this was the leader of NCT, this was someone who didn’t love you. This was someone who ran a mafia group, this was not someone to fall in love with. He stopped texting you and only called you for weaponry matters. You were working on data statistics for weapons and you couldn’t keep your mind off last night and this morning. You then eventually got to thinking about why it seemed that you were just another worker as you were before, three years ago. Until it hit you.

What if he forgot about me?

What if he forgot about us?

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The New Guardian

Story Summary: Marinette Dupain-Cheng is an adult in the real world, guarding the Miracle Box in Master Fu's place. She's in love with Chat Noir, but refuses to tell him her feelings. New holders appear to fight the duo and shake up their lives. Marinette makes a tough decision about her future as Ladybug.

Chapter 10: Sparring

Day 2:

Marinette was completely passed out in her bed. Her physical days start a lot later than the educational ones and three to four extra hours of sleep is well appreciated. Some much history yesterday that she could easily sleep all day today. She's lucky they didn't add beginner fighting and martial arts classes to her schedule. They said since Marinette's already been Ladybug for years, she's basically passed that level. So now there's the basic twice a day miraculous group training and they added a single class at the end of the day for guardian training.

Marinette weirdly felt something touch her nose. She twitched in her sleep, squeezing her eyes tighter. She felt it again and her eyes shot open to see two green ones staring back at her.

"Cat!" Marinette shot up, surprised by a long haired, fluffy, black cat in her lap. She panted, her heart racing as she turned to her roommate who was still in bed.

"Oh that's Jenn." April announced, flipping a page in her book.

"You have a cat? How did I not know you have a cat; I live here?" Marinette slid to the edge of her bed, holding the friendly fur ball.

"I always compel her to stay away from guests for the first day they appear or until I command her otherwise." April stated, looking back to her book.

"How did you compel her?" Marinette asked. "Is that your miraculous or something?"

"Yeah. I can compel people." Jenn jumped over to April. "I had to request it from my teacher though since, well they probably didn't tell you since they'd love to watch you slip up, but we aren't allowed to use our miraculous outside of class. It's a very strict policy that would result in expulsion if they aren't followed. There are regulations and students shouldn't possess that much power, especially outside of class. If they do not learn that discipline now, they don't deserve that power later."

"Well they definitely didn't tell me that." Marinette said. "The only reason I didn't use mine was because I didn't want to face my kwami, but I guess I'll have to today."

"It's good practice." April continued. "The day I compelled Jenn, I learned how to compel nonhuman beings, or at least some of them. So if you ever get chased by a bear and nearly die, I'm your go to friend to have."

"Okay, I'll try to remember that." Marinette laughed. "I'll think of that next time Ladybug has to fight someone, if I survive all of my classes today."

"At least your group is more power based. Mine is more often quiet and intimidating." April pet the cat. "My classmates could more easily be supervillains."

"Really?" Marinette slid out of her covers. "How are these groups even decided? Seems you know more about mine than I do."

"Once students turn fourteen, the temple decides their path afterwards based on their skillset and strengths. Different groups qualify for certain miraculouses. That girl, Ginger, that you fought in Paris, was placed in an artistic group early on and that aided her future pollen powers. She enjoyed and excelled at drawing, so an artistic miraculous was preferred for her." April explained. "I was chosen for a sociology/psychology type because I am apparently excellent at understanding people, which explains why my power relates to brain function and memory."

"So what's my group about?"

"Well I haven't seen your schedule, but Rebekah has already slipped a few rumors and I heard you're in a power based class." April rolled her eyes. "Your class would be set up for leading miraculous holders, such as you and Chat Noir. Every Miracle Box has a center triple, duo or single miraculous that leads or connects the others in battle. The leaders compliment each other, but if they go down in battle, their team could face major peril and horror. Your group spends class sparing and analyzing attacks like everyone else, but they put in mind a team. You will have team scenarios, group sparing, and investigation strategies. You'll strengthen your powers and become a leader."

"Okay, that explains my class, but what's this about Rebekah?" Marinette looked confused. "She's spreading rumors?"

"Like fire."

"She seemed so nice."

"Nah, Rebekah spews most of the rumors at this academy since she's the entire welcoming comittee. She gets all the inside info and has strong ties with the council, so she's the go-to person if you need to know something." April sighed. "But Rebekah has it out for me so she may make your experience a little harder for you to deal with."

"Oh, what did you do?" Marinette smiled.

"I'll have you know I am a very nice person, so don't think I tormented her or something." April said, moving Jenn and hopping off the bed. "Rebekah is the runner up for my miraculous. If I die or turn bad for some reason, my power is passed on to her." April opened her closet and slid her book on the top shelf. "There are around a hundred students of each age and very few gain a miraculous when they finish their courses. Many drop before they get that farm but the ones that aren't chosen for a miraculous, are sent out to the real world to either give up or wait on standby. They can be used for information around the world or as backups." Marinette was about to say something, but April stopped her. "I had a high number of twelve students receive a miraculous in my graduating class. Rebekah was furious that she wasn't one of them and was embarrassed to be labeled a backup, so instead of leaving, she stayed and got a job here as the tour guide/welcoming committee in order to keep an eye on me. Rebekah is practically breathing down my neck, even if she denies it, just so that she can be the first one to see me slip up and she can be the first one to report it to council. And then she'll pray for my expulsion."

"Wow." Marinette's eyes widened.

"They're all a bunch of snakes here." April said, closing her closet. "What did you expect? This temple breeds competition."

"I thought you read my diary?" She chuckled. "You should know by now that I didn't think any of this through." Marinette picked up her alarm clock and sighed. She looked back at Jenn and set the clock down. "I have an hour and forty five minutes left to sleep and now that I know you have a cat, hopefully there won't be anymore surprises." Marinette grabbed her covers and threw them over her head.

. . .

"Okay, this is your day 2 class." Rebekah smiled, turning around. The two stopped at a door. It was a lot quieter than the history classes. Maybe it was class size or maturity. Marinette didn't know whether to be happy or afraid. "After your morning class, you'll return here later at two o'clock. And since my job as your temple tour guide is officially finished, I believe this is goodbye for now." Rebekah wiped a fake tear. "Maybe I'll see you around sometime."

"Yeah." Marinette rolled her eyes before she saw. Knowing that Rebekah's spreading rumors made their interactions a lot more awkward. "I should go inside now."

Marinette pretended to smile and turned away, stepping inside. The room felt cold and still. She looked around to see fifteen other people all around the room, stretching. One girl did a backbend while another guy did a handstand. The room was black with a large window on one side, showing the mountain view. The students seemed like ballerinas and a little dramatic with their stretching. Their stares burnt holes in her skin. Good thing April had advised Marinette to wear gym clothes. She opted for gray leggings and a black tank top. Marinette set her purse down in one corner and slid to the floor. She tried to blend in as she stretched but the others still watched from the corners of their eyes. They all seemed like aggressive try hards. One girl fell into a split, emotionless.

"No need to worry. I made it everyone." A women said, walking in with a large iced coffee. She wore black rimmed glasses and a button up shirt with a long cardigan. Her hair was in a messy bun. "The line was extra long this morning." She sipped her coffee.

The class looked up for a second, but didn't acknowledge her. They expressionlessly sat up from their stretches, slowly paying attention.

The woman checked her bag. "So for today's sparring lesson I've brought some things to make it a little more interesting, but . . . " She looked up and smiled. "We have a new student." Every head turned to Marinette as her eyes widened. "Now Marinette, you can call me Ms. Fell." Marinette thought she'd die. Everyone was staring at her. She thought she could sneak by, but not if the teacher calls her out. "Before I get into a new lesson, I want to have some of my students demonstrate some of the basics that we cover and then I'll give you a chance at a free spare."

"Thanks." Marinette said awkwardly.

"Great." Ms. Fell smiled before turning to the other side. "Damon and Clove, you two can start us off."

Two students stood and moved to the center of the room. They each took a deep breath before quickly forming a fighting stance, their eyes focusing. Their demeanors changed, emitting hostility. Clove threw the first punch, Damon catching it before twisting in behind her. Clove kicked him in the jaw causing him to let go as she landed in a hand stand. Damon fell to the ground but swiped his legs under her. Clove hopped up in time, returning to a stand. Damon stood as well, rubbing his jaw. The two circled each other.

"Find a weak spot." Ms. Fell said, walking next to them. "Look for an opening, even small."

Damon darted forward and punched Clove in the stomach. Marinette's eyes widened. These students were viscous. They could kill each other. Damon shifted behind Clove and pulled her ponytail, dragging her towards the floor. Clove winced in pain, but quickly shook it off. She leaned into his motion and did a backbend. Her hair tie fell to the ground, waving her hair loose. She lifted her legs into a handstand before falling back, her legs wrapping around his neck. In a swift motion she flipped Damon on the ground, her ankles crossing to lock in place. Damon couldn't move and Clove held her stance for a few seconds before releasing.

"Very nice you two." Ms. Fell said. "Good idea, Damon, to go for the hair and Clove, that was a smart way to escape it and correct yourself."

The two stood, Damon rubbing his throat and Clove pushing her hair back. They shook hands calmly. Clove grabbed her hair tie as they both walked back to their spots.

"Okay, Marinette, now that you get the idea, I'd like to see you try sparring against my students, just to get an idea of your skillset." Ms. Fell said.

"Sure." Marinette stood anxiously.

"And lucky for you, I already have a volunteer." Ms. Fell smiled. Marinette turned to see a girl from another corner stand up and immediately recognized her dark brown hair. "Have you met Priya?"

"Yeah." Marinette's eyes widened.

"We did yesterday, Ms. Fell." Priya smiled. " And I just knew that me and Marinette would be great friends, so I thought maybe we should try getting to know each other better since we're in the same class. What better than sparring?"

"Wonderful! That sounds like a great idea, Priya." Ms. Fell replied, backing to the wall. "No let's see what you two can do." She drank her iced coffee.

Marinette gulped as she walked to the center of the room. Priya had a maniacal smile on her face and eyes with a death wish. Marinette took a deep breath, but before she could react, Priya punched her in the gut. She coughed. The wind was knocked out of her as she hunched over.

"You don't belong here." Priya growled.

Marinette looked up miserably. Priya swung at her, but Marinette caught it in her other hand and pushed her back. Marinette clutched her stomach as she straightened. Priya smiled before kicking her foot up. Marinette ducked under it and bounced up with an uppercut. Priya fell to the ground, Marinette stepping closer. Before Marinette could fight, Priya flipped backwards in a roll so she was on her hands and knees. She smirked before monstrously crawling towards Marinette, snatching her ankle. Priya yanked before standing up, Marinette hitting the floor with a bang. Priya stepped on Marinette's wrist while still gripping her ankle. Luckily, Marinette was flexible.

"This isn't dance class." Marinette taunted, staring up at her.

Priya stayed serious. "Maybe you're in the wrong place then, Dupain-Cheng. Dancing around your opponent is a skill necessary to find their weak spots."

Marinette fought against her weight with no avail. "Even if you find my weak spots, you will not outsmart me." Priya's eye twitched. "My careless actions are actually well thought out."

Priya leaped forward, her fist smacking the ground where Marinette's head used to be. Without a hold on her anymore, Marinette rolled away, regaining a firm stance. She crawled a foot closer, grinning.

"You're too impatient to think through your attacks." Marinette said. "You won't last very long in a-"

Priya shoved her foot at Marinette, cracking her right in the nose. "You talk too much."

Marinette hit the back of her head against the floor, knocking her out. Priya stood up as Ms. Fell ran over.

She examined her. "Marinette will be fine." Ms. Fell said, holding the girl's head. "I wish she would have lasted longer. I was so interested to see a new fighting style."

"Seems she isn't cut out to be here if she can't even handle a little combative sparring." Priya snarled.

"Now that's not a way to think about a classmate." Ms. Fell said, standing up. "Marinette is new and far more experienced than the rest of us, but that doesn't guarantee she will excel at our daily routines that she has never gone through. This is new to her and all we can ask for is for her to try."

"But she's been fighting out in the real world." Priya argued. "This class should be nothing to her."

"And you two could end up on the same team once you both are done training." Ms. Fell crossed her arms. "If you walk in any room with that attitude, then you could never handle being on a team out in the real world yourself. Think differently from here on out or you'll stand by and watch her progress faster and pass you up in no time without even breaking a sweat."

Priya huffed, her nostrils flaring. She walked back to her corner to watch the next sparring session.

. . .

Marinette staggered back to her dorm, holding an icepack against her nose. It hurt worse than the back of her head smacking the floor. When she came to, Ms. Fell handed her an ice pack and told her not to return for the second session today. She was also instructed to rest up for the next physical day, cue the embarrassment when she returns.

Marinette remembered her entire fight with Priya and didn't know whether to be angry or embarrassed. She lost horribly, but to be fair, Priya had knocked her unconscious. She didn't know if that was allowed or not, but something about that class just didn't seem right for her. The training is fine, but the competition is debilitating. April was right when she said the competition is surreal and insane.

Even the other sparring matches were crazy. Those students are so driven to win that they move like emotionless, acrobatic zombies. Marinette was starting to enjoy the temple, even if it meant beginning at the bottom of the food chain, but she knew one thing, she didn't want to be those students. Marinette wanted to gain strength and better usage of her miraculous, but her humanity is a must. That can't vanish.

"Maybe things will get better." Marinette hoped. She reached her dorm room and fumbled with her keys before opening the door. She can adjust and she can change things, but it was never going to be easy.

#miraculous ladybug #MIRACULOUS: TALES OF LADYBUG AND CHAT NOIR #marinette dupain cheng #Adrien agreste #ladybug #chat noir #ladynoir #emotions #conflict #romance #feelings #miraculous #fanfiction #alice pink #alicepink-me #the new guardian

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Indestructible (Klaus x Reader x Vanya)

Ep 3. Extra Ordinary

Warning: Mention of drugs (cocaine/weed are abused in this series), Swearing, Pretty gay, Female POV but can be easily changed if needed, SPOILERS, it follows the same story line as the show so there’s a ton, gore

Word Count: 1.6k+

You and Vanya had broken up a year before when you saw her book in the stores. The jolt in your heart was extreme and left you shocked in the middle of the sidewalk for a second. Obviously you rushed in and bought it and started reading immediately on your walk to the record store.

Disappointingly, there was absolutely nothing about you.

After seeing the video of Reginald's death, you were unfazed. It was totally obvious that he’d killed himself. And you thought that that was the general consensus so you, admittedly, spaced out. Switching between Vanya, who was listening intently, and Klaus, half paying attention. How you managed to have feelings for a quarter of the academy was… If anything inconvenient. Your attention was drawn back, however, when Grace was brought up.

“Well if her hardware's degrading then- we need to turn her off.” Luther stated, making your jaw drop from your position next to a pillar by Hargreeves’ bar.

“Whoa whoa whoa, wait she’s not just a vacuum cleaner you can throw in a closet she feels things, I've seen it!”

“She just stood there, Diego, and watched our father die!”

“I’m with Luther,” Allison butted in. Making you roll your eyes as Klaus passed you to lean against the pillar next to you. You both exchanged a look of exasperation.

“Surprise surprise.” Diego mocked.

“Shut up,” Allison sneered. All eyes were on Vanya as she stumbled over her words for a second.

“Yeah she shouldn’t get a vote.”

“Alright well,” You were about to defend her when she finally spoke up.

“I was gonna say that I agree with you.”

“Okay, she gets a vote.” Diego smirks, “What about you stoner boy, whatta you got?”

“Oh, so what? You need my help now-well get outta the van Klaus, well welcome back to the van,” He answered, mocking Luther, making you snicker, which naturally filled him with a sense of accomplishment and made his heart flutter.

“What van?” Allison asked.

“What’s it gonna be, Klaus.” Luther changed the subject.

“I’m with Diego because screw you! And if Ben were here, he’d agree with me.” He hissed at the space next to you, making you giggle, assuming Ben’s presence. Diego pointed at you, happy with his majority of votes.

“No, no. She actually doesn’t get a vote.” Luther growled, making you gasp, Diego brushed him off encouraging your vote.

“So she’s losing her mind, I lost mine ages ago.” You say shrugging, making Diego pump a fist in the air.

“So whats that four to two.” Diego smirked holding the ratio on his fingers.

“It’s not final yet.” Allison pushed.

“What?”

“Five’s not here.” Klaus sighed, patting your shoulder before exiting. You followed but parted ways to see your old room.

Sadly it wasn’t much better than your current home. Small and cramped. But posters lined every inch of the previously bare and boring walls. And the small bits that couldn't be covered had been painted with the nail polish that had been such a connecting force for you and the siblings. Whether it was bonding with Allison, joking around with Klaus and Ben, or getting to know Vanya.

You two had such a strong connection. She was warm and sweet and vulnerable and beautiful. You wished she knew that. You had your first kiss in that room. With her, when you two were sixteen. She left months later, leaving you to chase after her.

You brushed your suddenly teary eyes, holding a light blue bottle in your hands, remembering her favorite color. You closed the door behind you and placed the bottle back in the basket under your bed. You turned and take a look at yourself in the mirror that was lazily leaning against the dresser and the wall. It had fallen once during an... incident. And you never bothered to put it back up. You looked different, so different from your once open and bubbly self.

You brushed some hair behind your ear and went through some of your old books, it had been years since you’d been there and weirdly it wasn’t full of awful memories like everywhere else in the house.

Gun shots from upstairs take your mind off the books immediately. You ran, automatically searching for Vanya seeing as she was basically helpless against anything dangerous. You rush the living room where you see a man with a blue bear mask corner her.

A bubbling rage soars through your veins and you shake your head desperately trying to get control. You step in front of her eyes glowing yellow. The man steps back, shocked at your agility and appearance. You turn to Vanya and your nerves calmed, as they always did when you looked at her. You shook your head again and your eyes returned to their natural color.

“Run, hide, tell Klaus if you see him.” You whisper, she nods and you pounce on the prick the moment she turn the corner. You take his gun and completely tear it to shreds as you blank into your enraged form.

When you settle down the masked intruder is long gone and exhaustion over took you. You pulled yourself together and raced into the hallway to search for him. He meets you there and slams a heave spiked morning star into your lower half. Your intestines revolt against the metal and you crouch to the floor as wave after wave of pain sears through you.

“God, that hurts like a bitch, man,” You groan removing and swaying the bloody weapon back to him. You stand, to his shock and from the holes in your shirts he sees your organs heal and the muscles and skin tissue recombine in your abdomen Your eyes glow again and a shot rings out as you collapse back on the ground. Blood streaming from your forehead.

You were fifteen and had been at the academy for a couple of days, getting used to the swing of things. All you knew it that you were part of the 43. At fourteen you had been hit by a bus when riding your bike in the busy streets of New York. Your mother's heart was shattered, sobbing over your unconscious body. You were awake and completely healed by the time the paramedics had arrived.

Your mother decided it was best to at least see Dr. Hargreeves for your new found power. He was… As thrilled as a sociopathic alien could be. You decide to stay for the summer.

So here you were chatting with your new friends and gushing over a certain quiet girl in the corner who was basically begging for attention. Your attention was elsewhere now as you were discussing your powers with Klaus.

“That’s awful.” You frown. He shrugged, insisting it wasn’t a big deal, trying to impress the new pretty girl as was his brother and sisters. Luther was uninterested and annoyed, distrustful of you, and Ben gushed over you, though you couldn’t see him. Five had been gone for years.

“Number Eight,” A commanding voice echoed from his lab.

“Ooh, I have a number now,” You smirk, swaying back to the old man after getting a laugh from Klaus, who was genuinely worried for your safely.

“Sit in the chair,” Reginald instructed back to you and preparing your notes. You did as instructed and were strapped into the device. “Starting with 3 mA.” He started, having Grace pull a lever. An aggressive shock ran through your body. You yelped clenching the arms of the chair.

“What the hell?” You cried when the shocks stopped, Reginald ignored you taking a note.

“10 mA.” He mumbled. Your body convulsed with the current making you scream and your arms to twitch involuntarily.

After 30 mAs you were gasping for breath and coughing your lungs out. All very common reactions to the amount of electricity your body was receiving.

“2000 mAs.” Hargreeves announced, excitedly? You roared at the shock, your heart stomped uncontrollably and your breath aching in your throat. Your arms and fingers clenching. Fianlly you lied still.

In an almost panic Hargreeves stood, Grace’s hands shook as she looked at your unconscious, lifeless body.

After fifteen minutes you awoke, gasping for air but otherwise physically fine.

“Marvelous,” He muttered writing every second down.

Diego walked in to you passed out on Grace’s lap. “She’ll just be another hour or so.” Your head wound had scarred over and your breathing was slow as your body healed itself. Diego sighed staring at his beloved mother with regret and disappointment.

“Mom did you hear anything that was happened down there?” He begged. She didn’t answer, she just continued to stroke your locks out of your face. Diego’s eyes traveled to your exposed arms at the scars from the treatment you had received as a child. They were the only things that ever remained. No matter what injury. Just scars. “Let me take her, mom.” He sighed picking you up with ease and setting you on the couch in the living room before returning to his caregiver.

You wake up in Diego’s lap he stared at one of the animal heads on the wall deep in thought. You shot up, surprising him. “Where’s Klaus?” You asks, your gut screaming at you that something was wrong.

“I don’t know I haven’t seen him since this morning,” You stumbled upstairs. “(Y/N) come back you need to rest!” You ignored him, passing Vanya and looking everywhere, “He disappears sometimes. It’s nothing new.” You sighed and picked up the Walkman from his bedroom floor. Something was off and you knew it.

From Reginald Hargreeves’ notes, July 9th 2004

Subject (Y/F/N) has proven to show that she is very capable of dealing with immense pressure and pain. It is my diagnosis that she has powers such as self regeneration. Studies will continue with various different activities to test her limits and abilities.

#umbrella academy vanya #umbrella academy klaus #the umbrella academy #umbrella academy #klaus hargreeves #klaus hargreeves x reader #klaus x reader #tua klaus #vanya hargreeves #vanya hargreeves x reader #klaus x reader x vanya

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weeklyfangirl · 7 years

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Frat Boy Pt. 10

part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4, part 5, part 6, part 7 (1), part 7 (2), part 8, part 9

Well well WELL look at me not taking six months to update ;) Left you on a bit of a cliffhanger there last time. After reading I have a question and I’d love to read your answers - what would you have done differently, or the same, if you were in this position? Enjoy the ride reading this! Everything is not quite as it seems is it, even with frat boys you thought you had all figured out... xx

His door was there. Just like any other door. But you paced around it a few times. He was probably sleeping. Should you just go to the downstairs? Just…I don’t know… grab a glass of water? Try putting on the tv? Like a normal person would? You raised your hand, but it fell just as fast. Gosh who were you?!

You couldn’t yell at Harry for being bipolar when you were basically the perfect spokesmodel. You knew why you were standing outside his door. You knew who’d make you feel secure. This was embarrassing.

But the door opened before you had to knock.

“You can come in,” he murmured.

“Oh,” you said, voice barely above a whisper. “Oh you don’t have to-”

But when he opened the door wider you didn’t waste a second in entering.

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“I’m sorry if I woke you,” I began, but my voice wavered at the end as I clung to myself in the center of his room. Uncertainty took the place of fear the second I was behind his door, just like I knew it would. But I didn’t expect the effect to be this instant. Even the smell of his room was comforting, the faintest hint of his cologne mingled with must, which if it had been anybody else’s but his would’ve been off-putting.

He was in only black boxer briefs and a dark t-shirt, and as his arm went up to ruffle his hair, I wasn’t blind to the way his arms seemed to make the material stretch.

“The walls aren’t as thick as you’d think.” There was a moment’s pause. “And I have really good ears. They’re a bit big.” His brows creased as soon as the words came out of his mouth.

Was he… rambling?

Rambling or not, my cheeks flushed. Had he heard me walk back and forth outside the door for fifty million years?? I didn’t think I’d been that loud...

He must’ve seen the look of guilt take over because he shook his head lightly. “I was already up.”

Although tonight he’d spoken the most out of the both of us, his words were still stated low. A little raspy at the hour, too. He ran his hands down his face when I didn’t offer any in return and he went past me, sitting down at the foot of the bed. It was a king, Lionel hadn’t lied about that. Yet somehow he didn’t manage to look small at the end of it. It was his and he owned it, in more ways than one. Artwork cluttered the space on the walls, but they were all dark pieces and it set a moody tone to the room.

“Is something wrong?”

“I don’t know,” I answered honestly, but I didn’t want to try to explain. To try and unlock the Pandora’s box of emotions I’d felt towards him. I could’ve gone easy, said a teasing “no, actually” and questioned him about what I’d seen in the closet, but my thoughts were on a lot.

No, discovering what I had wasn’t the only thing that made me run across the hall. A sorry was on the tip of my tongue, the nerves building up to push me to action because I knew that I needed to say it. But courage wasn’t with me.

Distracted by words I couldn’t say, it took me a while to see Harry studying my attire. His eyes scrolled down to the sweatpants a couple sizes off before lingering at the giant button-down swallowing all shape. I pulled the sleeves down out of habit, but they were already covering my hands. I was like a giant blanket burrito with a head poking out.

“Are you warm enough then?”

“What? Oh, yeah. Yeah, I’m fine.” I saw his lips move to the side in thought and I realized he was probably wondering what in the hell I was doing here. And desperate for an excuse my mouth moved faster than my brain when I said, “I saw some pills in the cabinet I didn’t know if you had a sleeping pill or anything. Could I like, take one? Just to help me.”

If I’d have been a step further I would’ve missed the way Harry’s eyes snapped into focus for a split second before reverting back to normal. But it happened so swiftly and in a room as dark as night that I was left wondering if it’d happened at all.

“No, hold on. I’ll get you something.” He disappeared into the attached bathroom, and I heard the cabinets close seconds before he walked out. He handed a tiny white pill to me and I looked at it for a second as he swallowed one himself.

“What is this?”

“You don’t trust me?” An eyebrow arched, but it dropped just as fast. “It won’t kill you. It’s melatonin.”

“Okay,” I mumbled.

“Actually,” he said, and he grabbed my wrist before I could push it past my lips. He cracked the pill in half, giving one bit to me and popping the other in his mouth.

“So… you couldn’t sleep either?” I asked, and my eyes followed him as he walked back and sat where he had before, leaning forward with both hands on his knees. His shadowed eyes were watching me and I quickly swallowed the pill which suddenly seemed a hundred times harder to do under his observation.

“No,” he admitted. He looked down briefly before squinting up to me, even though there was no harsh light in the room that’d make squinting necessary. There was the wall that faced the backyard which was actually just one big sliding glass door, and it let in some light. But not enough to squint...

I chewed my bottom lip when I realized why it’d been familiar. It was like the time he’d asked me to wear his jersey to the game. Before I’d thought it’d just been from the sun but perhaps not. Was it a nervous tick? My mind suddenly jumped to Vivienne who’d interrupted that conversation, and it took me down a black hole - to seeing her at the party, to chasing Harry up the stairs.

And I looked to my feet again when I remembered hearing Harry with someone. She’d been there that night. And she’d been here tonight.

I wondered if it was her.

“You have thigh tattoos,” I suddenly mumbled. He was leaning back, hands behind him, and they were on display perfectly. A big one on his left, and a smaller one on his right. But with the dark light I couldn’t quite make out what they were. His eyes narrowed.

“Yeah. You’d forgotten?”

A laugh seemed appropriate in this situation but it stayed lodged in my throat. Forgotten? ... Forgotten? It was such a silly question. Especially now, with him laid back in almost the exact same position, in the exact same attire, that he’d been in at the frat house. The time he’d asked me to undress him. The time, for a brief moment, I’d thought about how he could do to the exact same to me. Could have, anyway, as it was the first time I’d been alone with him, with no walls, the first time I’d been in a situation that had felt so intimate. No matter how much I tried to forget about it, that memory was still there, burning in the back of my brain like constant embers, each tattoo marking his tan skin, the way it’d looked so smooth, the rise and fall of his chest. Even his freaking pectoral muscles had made me stay up late at night on more than one occasion just thinking about how they’d feel under my own hand.

But he didn’t know any of that.

Forgotten?

I swallowed, or tried to anyway, because the lump seemed to be stuck in my throat when I answered, “No. I didn’t.”

I felt odd, just standing there as he sat sprawled back watching me. It was like I could actually see my answer churning around in his mind. Almost like I was on trial, like he was debating what to do with me, like somebody was going to bust down the door and pop in with a camera screaming, “THE MOST BIZARRE MOMENTS CAUGHT ON CAMERA WITH YOUR HOST BILLY JOEL.” My feet carried me closer to his bedside, and I lingered for a moment next to him before sitting down beside him. There. That was… better. Though a good two or three bodies could’ve squeezed in between us. I wasn’t sure if this was considered taking it a step too far, if he’d thought I was about to walk out the door soon. He’d already given me my pills, I was warm, I had a bed…

But he’d opened the door without needing a reason and right now with the darkness of night the rules seemed to be blurred. He didn’t try to stop me from staying.

And we were both awake now anyhow. For some silly reason I felt like we were sharing that, like it bonded us no matter how small the reason.

“I couldn’t sleep,” I began by stating the obvious, the easiest course of action. I pulled my legs up and tucked my knees under my chin while he leant all the way back, propping an arm up as he turned to face me. As we moved the sound of the sheets seemed loud to me. This house was eerily quiet. It was still for a few moments more, when a distant crash sounded. It was familiar, just barely though, too muffled to place exactly.

“Are those the waves?”

“Yeah,” he said. “The moon’s full tonight so it makes them stronger.” His voice had a deep lull to it too, pulling and taking me in until my mind was pacified. But that was always when the big wave crashed wasn’t it. After I tip-toed closer thinking I was safe, thinking that perhaps this ocean wasn’t as terrifying as the world made it out to be, that’s when mother nature revealed her trick and threatened to take me away.

“That’s nice you can hear that at night,” I mumbled, thinking something over. “You know how we’re mostly made of water?”

“Yeahh,” Harry’s voice sounded suspicious but my eyes stayed locked to the window, where somewhere the black horizon harbored the Pacific.

“Well my aunt, she lived with us for a couple years when I was like six or seven, she used to tell me that full moons create a tide that works within us. That we’re-” I smiled- “that we’re a part of the cosmos pushing and pulling people into paths they’re supposed to be on.”

“And do you believe it?”

“I don’t know.” I sighed, my hands dropping to pull at the comforter again. “She also left her crystals out to harbor the moon’s power and tried to pass as a psychic.” I decided to leave out the part where her shop only lasted five months after she started suggesting “spirit-guided” investments to people who were naive enough to follow her instructions.

Another crash sounded and it made me feel the kind of cold that ran deeper than gooseflesh. I clung tighter to my body. “But then again I’m here aren’t I?” I peered over to him and I could’ve sworn his aura hummed satisfied.

“Then thank you moon,” he articulated each word but it was grumbled as he tilted his head back and stretched, closing his eyes, arms spread wide. I didn't need to ask him the same question to know he didn't believe in them, the tides within.

“Is Vivienne here too?”

His stretch stopped and I stilled, he wasn’t expecting that question and to be honest I hadn’t expected that question to fly from my lips either.

“No, why would she be?”

“I don’t know. You guys seem to be.. Close.” Close enough for her to know you were adopted.

“Yeah, guess she’d like to be,” he admitted, rubbing his hands over his eyes. I couldn’t tell if they’d been squinty.

“How long have you known her?”

“Dunno.” He sighed, and I half-expected him to say stop being so nosy, or why’re you so curious? But when I didn’t say anything else he continued quietly, “She’s just been a family friend since I was little.”

So you make out with family friends do you?

I plucked the comforter between my fingers as the bitter thought filled my mind, and once more I was grateful for the cover of darkness. I’d always been a shit liar, I always had it written all over my face. But perhaps with the darkness I could also have courage.

“Listen-”

“I have to say something.”

We spoke at the same time, and we shook our heads together.

“Go ahead.”

“After you.”

“Um,” I laughed, as loud as a laugh should be in the hushed hours of the night. Which is not very loud at all. “I’ve been thinking a lot about what I’ve said to you recently.”

“Well we don’t speak all that much,” he interjected.

“Harry-”

“I’m just trying to recall what's been said,” he threw up his arms, an act of innocence, but his act of pretending as though he didn’t know what I was talking about when that was nearly impossible just made this even more embarrassing. He couldn’t save me from that, no matter how hard he was trying.

“Stop lying, please. You know what I’m talking about.”

“Alright well, the champagne is pretty strong at those things.” He paused. “Sorority dinners, I mean. You know, those sort of things.” And he looked at me out of the corner of his eyes, clearly opting for taking the piss out of me now that feigned ignorance was over.

“Harry,” I groaned, leaning my head against his bed pillar. I didn’t want to see his stupid almost-grin right now. I wouldn’t be able to see much of it anyways, but I basically had the image memorized and my mind conjured it up regardless. Annoying. My eyes narrowed. His ceiling didn’t have stars. It was just plain.

Stop! distracting! yourself!!

“Look I’m sorry for what I said.” My eyes fell back to his and he was staring at me so seriously I felt all competence start to fade. He opened his mouth but I continued, “I shouldn’t have said those mean things to you.”

His brows stitched together. “Is it because of you coming here? You apologizing, I mean.”

He seemed cautious, focused, on the words that would come next. I wanted to say that yes, it was. I really REALLY wanted to - because that would be easy then wouldn’t it? And partly true. But that also seemed like a #1 bitchacho move. Why yes Harold, it’s because I realized during dinner that I wanted to poke my eyes out with a fork JUST to go to the ER instead of sitting between all of you and…..that…. UR FAM’S WEIRD haha :)

Yeah- no. I’d gone all cringy just thinking that. It was more like this house was a trigger to realizing just who I was interacting with, or rather how much I had yet to realize. I’d been so mean and uncouth towards him. And yeah, this “him” was Harry Styles, the most closed-off charmer known to man but he was still exactly that. A man. A human. With mistakes, with feelings. And here I was. In that human’s home.

In that human’s bed.

How many people could say the same?

“I’m not apologizing just because I’m here. I-” A puff of hot air left my lips. “I don’t know… you’re more real to me now? Does that make sense?

“I’m more real,” he exaggerated and I could tell he was enjoying this all a little bit too much. “And pressing your lips to me wasn’t enough to prove that?”

Whatever words I’d planned to say next stalled and heat rushed to my cheeks. His mind might have drifted there, but mine didn’t have to. Although he looked near perfect in this cool low lighting, it also meant that he looked more like a mirage than ever. Almost ghostly. My heart picked up its pace as I forced myself to focus.

“This is when you’re supposed to say I accept your apology, smartass.” I extended my foot along the bed until it barely reached him, kicking his shoulder lightly. He grabbed my ankle for a moment and held it there, and I was tempted to kick him even harder, but he let it go. I tried to ignore that I was a little disappointed.

“It’s fine, it’s not like I was gutted.” He shrugged his shoulders, “Didn’t mean anything.”

But I saw the way he looked down to the comforter with the smallest of smiles, heard the way his tone lightened just the slightest. He actually seemed relieved and I wondered if it was just another lie.

“You know, you say that a lot.” I scrutinized him laying down, positioning his hands comfortably behind his head. But he quickly lifted it at the accusation.

“What?”

“It doesn’t mean anything.”

My words were weighted, and for the billionth time in my life I wished I were a better liar because even though he couldn’t see the details of my face, he must have heard the bitterness in my voice. The same bitterness he’d held in his when he spewed those words at me when I was in a drenched white top and mini skirt.

“You said them first. Reckon I forgot that too?”

I stilled. It was the truth. He wasn’t lying. I’d been mortified and confused, especially after Viv had popped up between his legs the next morning. What had he wanted me to think? What had he wanted me to say?

“I wanted to say them before you did,” I confessed.

“What?”

“The words. I know-” I bit my tongue. “I didn’t want to overthink anything. People kiss all the time, they do a lot more than that too. I wasn’t going to be the girl who makes the mistake of feeling there was anything more to it.” It was taking everything in me not to directly call out his reputation. Everything. In me. But he had a faraway look in his eye that suddenly dropped as I spoke and for some reason knowing he knew what I’d been hinting at left me hurting.

“I’m sorry for kissing you,” he said lowly.

My brows snapped together and I watched as he slowly collected himself to sit up again, thick abs effortlessly flexing. They would’ve been more distracting if his words weren’t even more so. “I shouldn’t have done that.”

“You don’t have to apologize for anything Harry. That’s what I was trying to say, people kiss all the time.”

“But we don’t,” he said, “We don’t kiss all the time. You’re not ‘people.’”

My cheeks flushed. I didn’t know if Harry knew that he was admitting I was different in his mind, or if it was an accidental choice of words, but even then, I wasn’t ‘people.’

“You still don’t have to apologize.” I bit my cheek, knowing the next bit to be true but nevertheless embarrassing. “I was the one to kiss you remember?”

He shook his head. “You weren’t in the right mind, or the place.”

“It’s not like you took advantage of me.”

“Didn’t I though?” But it wasn’t a question.

“Harry-”

“You’re not going to change my mind.” He let out a breathy laugh, but it was sad, the kind of laugh people do when they’re in a situation that’s so awful it’s borderline ridiculous.

A slow smile spread on my face. “Are you sure I can’t… shift your tide?”

An expected laugh bubbled out of him, and it was so beautifully uncontrolled I felt my eyes widen a bit. “God, who are you?” He jammed his palms into his eyes and stifled another laugh.

“You’ll have to come to church with me for that question.”

“You’re so random,” he mumbled.

“I like the word ridiculous better. More fun to say.”

He sighed deeply, all potential disparity and laughter vanishing in a breath. I sighed, too. And just when I was about to bite the bullet and allow myself to leave he spoke. “But it’s not true is it. There’s a lot of bullshit in the world and I’m pretty good at finding it. But there isn’t any with you.”

He hummed as he looked to me, almost daring me to counter it.

“No one’s life is ridiculous-free.”

He smirked, looking up to the ceiling.

“Okay Y/N.”

“Some definitely have it worse though.”

“Sure,” he said, when he really meant “I know.”

As a wave crashed somewhere far away it reminded me of how far up I’d found myself, tucked away in the hills I’d only ever seen from below. Who’d known life actually existed up here? You can wonder all you want about the mysterious lives being lived somewhere else whether that’s your neighbor’s backyard or Budapest, but it’s another thing completely to suddenly be immersed in it, to be within the walls holding the luxury that’s somebody’s reality. It’s bizarre, actually. Whether a moment of weakness, tiredness, or the tiniest bit of want, I lay back down on the bed. He didn’t move away, I didn’t try to move closer. We laid there with our backs on the comforter, staring up to a plain ceiling.

After a moment he spoke. “Are you going to sleep?”

The rustle of the comforter told me he’d turned his head to face me, but I faltered, suddenly embarrassed. It wasn’t as though he was trying to kick me out, I realized, it was an invitation.

“Not yet,” I decided with. “Are you?”

“Yeah,” he grumbled and he slowly smacked his lips together as he rearranged himself higher on the bed. “There’s a pillow up here if you want. It’s more comfy.” He sighed and the tinsiest bit of a groan rumbled in his throat to the point where it almost sounded like a show to display how comfy the bed was. Whatever it was, it made me squeeze my thighs a bit.

Why’d he moved away? Of course it wasn’t as if he was trying to jump my bones after apologizing for simply kissing me but...

I mean I would’ve said no if he’d tried anyways but...

Now that his presence wasn’t directly beside me there was definitely a longing to be closer. That much I’d admit. A longing. And it electrified my skin as much as it terrified me. The moon lit my path as I turned around on my hands and knees and slowly made my way to the headboard, I hoped I knew what I was doing, I hoped I looked somewhat alluring doing this. If I did, I couldn’t tell, for his eyes were as unreadable as stone and they shut before I was next to him. My body felt heavy as I lay back again and looked to him, not even trying to hide my stare, my heart suddenly in my throat for an entirely different reason than before.

He was frustratingly perfect from the outside. Chiseled jaw, strong nose, puffy pout, hair disheveled and strewn about but not too long to make it look scraggly. He didn’t open his eyes to see me staring, he kept them shut. He seemed totally relaxed, so unaware and casual about it all, and here I was scrutinizing his beauty up-close and thinking that even if he drooled it would probably sparkle in the moonlight. And somehow in thinking this, I’d come closer to him. I boldly rested my head as close as I could without being on his pillow but it still didn’t leave much room.

“Harry,” I whispered. His lashes fluttered and he turned on his side. He hummed a little in response after I didn’t provide a follow-up question, and though his eyes were barely open from sleep, I still felt my stomach twist in anxious knots. He had to know what I wanted didn’t he? My eyes flitted down to his lips and though it was the slightest action, his eyes no longer had sleep in them. There were several drawn out moments, painful seconds, where I suddenly became aware of his breathing. It was harder, he was waiting, and I knew that he knew that was my cue to lean in, eyes closed.

But when I should’ve felt lips I felt a solid hand against my chest. Above my breasts.

“Don’t,” he said.

My lips parted, breath suspended. And I tried ever so hard to take back what I heard.

“I can’t Y/N,” he said softly, so soft it was almost apologetic, and he drew his hand away. An involuntary chill rippled through me and I turned on my back, looking to the ceiling. He didn’t offer any other words, no explanation. He lay there, in the same heavy uncomfortable silence as me. This didn’t just happen. This didn’t just happen. This didn’t just happen.

Was it because of Viv? Because he was sober? How was it that every time he was in a bed with me my sanity flew out the window and it was me trying to jump his bones. How was it that I always found myself in bed with him in the first place? I opened my mouth but embarrassment forbid me from saying anything. I could just lie in the darkness. Pretend I’m sinking into the bedsheets until there’s nothing left but an awful imprint of my butt to remember me by.

“I’m sorry you came here,” he whispered, and it was like a bullet to my chest, the freezing point to the rejection already rendering my muscles motionless. You’re a coward Harry, I thought bitterly. A coward who can charm a girl yet doesn’t take action.

He was scared, that had to be it, I just didn’t know what of. For my own pride I refused to let myself think he just didn’t want me. Because he had, once. Hadn’t he? I’d felt it in his kiss and he couldn’t take that back. So what had changed?

“Goodnight,” he said, but it was low and detached as he turned his back to me. He was probably anxious to get this embarrassment over for the both of us. My hands lay flat on the comforter and I wanted to run out the room, straight out of the house. But if I moved then it’d be breaking the weird mood that’d settled. That was something I would do, I would run, not the me that was here in the middle of the night who’d tried to sexily crawl up the bed. No - if I moved, it’d be admitting something, so teeth clenched and nails dug into palms instead.

I’d never been so plainly rejected. From anyone else I think I could handle it, but from him it felt different, final. It felt like it meant something. And the thought burned hot in my mind even when lingering goosebumps told of a different sensation.

He was still lying there, his chest rising and falling. I thought he was asleep, which was miraculous. The lucky bastard could fall asleep that quickly, that guilt-free. It was just easy. EVERYTHING WAS EASY FOR HIM. With him facing the other direction and given what’d just happened, I didn’t have anything more to risk. Even if he didn’t want to kiss me and knowing that made a self-pitiful ball of teenage angst and sadness settle in the pits of my stomach, I could still admire his body. His broad shoulders sloped down to a more narrow middle, but there was a slight rise in his hips that although not necessarily masculine, was still alluring. Because they were his. My eyes skipped past black boxers and dropped to his bare thighs that were...solid. I couldn’t think of another word for them. And in my mind I could see them flex to kick the ball, the skin still a little damp from sweat. The same thighs that had pushed him to be as fast and as powerful as our mascot’s panther outside of Keans, that’d propelled him to overpower the faceless men before one swing of his fist had plowed the man to the ground.

I hated how I found that attractive.

I didn’t think I’d ever wanted to sit on another man’s lap as badly as I did Harry’s.

Oh God.

I’d tried not to think about that night. But telling yourself not to think of something was about as useful as telling a sibling not to throw a pebble at you, hearing you say no just made them want to all the more.

I needed therapy.

I needed to leave.

But the alternative of sinking back to the room I’d ran from seemed impossible. I was a stranger in this home, and with him, somehow I was less so. Even when he’d rejected me in that way, I knew he wouldn’t reject just me, my presence. He hadn’t said get out of the room.

Though he had said he was sorry I came.

A heaviness was starting to settle in my bones and whether from rejection or a build-up of pity, I didn’t have the energy to move. Besides, my subconscious decided it’d like the torture of being so close to something I suddenly couldn’t have. I took a deep quiet breath, letting the potency of him fill my lungs like a guilty pleasure, and I realized it was even stronger now lying on his sheets than it had been when I’d first entered. I’d expected to just get used to it, but I was foolish to think any part about him could be placed in the “get used to” box.

I wasn’t sure how long I lay there, listening to his steady breathing, too lazy to even get underneath the covers. Perhaps that was how I snapped awake up - a chill rippled through me.

Had it been minutes? Hours?

No palm trees whacked against his sliding glass doors. But it was the same nagging thought that pricked at my brain, no matter how I tried to rationalize it.

“Why’s there a crib in the closet?”

But it was a hush spoken to the air, the rhythm of his breathing didn’t change.

He was already asleep.

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There was no sunrise in the morning. It would’ve been funny if I was in a mood to laugh, but I wasn’t. So it just added another bitter notch on the door of last night, which had officially closed. I don’t know why I’d thought anything more would happen with him.

I tried cracking the sliding glass door open, but when the chilly misty air came rushing in, I closed it shut just as fast. The morning marine layer was gray and thick, completely washing over everything I saw, even the houses on Keeper’s Island that stretched all the way down the coast. I suppose I’d desperately wanted to see the sunrise, but I couldn’t argue that this weather fit my mood much better.

He was still asleep when I stopped wistfully looking out the window, and I honestly wished I could say I saw drool and pillow marks impressed against his skin. But there were none. He looked just about every bit as perfect as the night before, except his hair had somehow managed to become more fluffy and wavy with sleep. He looked like an angel.

But even the devil was the most handsome angel before he fell. How else would you be tempted?

In an alternate universe I imagined I’d walk over to him, kiss him on the forehead only for him to grumble at having woken him, but he’d do it with a smile so I’d know he didn’t mean it. He’d wrap his arms around me, insist on us not leaving the bedroom ‘til the marine layer lifted and the sun forced us to head to the beach. He’d kiss me.

And because I was a melodramatic arse, I took a last lingering look at the view and stopped at the edge of his bed.

“I wish you’ll regret that,” I mumbled.

I didn’t bother closing the door quietly when I left.

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“Oh, you’re up! I didn’t know if we were going to catch you for breakfast.” Gemma started pulling out a chair, and who I thought was Charlie popping his head around the corner turned out to be a blonde-haired fair-skinned man in his mid-thirties.

“Should I put another toastie in?”

The dining table was empty, Lionel was gone, Mary too, but Gemma made it feel homier just by being there. “Sure, Sven.” Then, to me, “Come on and sit. I can’t take up this whole table up by myself. No seriously, I tried laying atop it once, don’t tell Mary or she’d probably have a heart attack.” She stilled suddenly, looking back quickly to where Sven had disappeared to.

“Actually I have to get to an early morning class.” She grimaced in sympathy and I couldn’t help the little smile that broke through. “Yeah, I know. I’m not exactly sure how to get there though.”

“Charlie’s working on it now actually, in the front. He should still be working on it, I’m not sure if it’s finished though.” But before I could say thank you she continued, “Why doesn’t Harry take you?” And the hopeful glimmer in her eye made all the embarrassment from last night come rushing back like a flood.

“Uh, I don’t think so, he’s still asleep.”

“Oh I can wake him-”

“No!” She stopped as she tried to pass me. “I mean, it’s fine. I think he only has afternoon classes today, I wouldn’t want him to lose sleep, or anything.”

She nodded slowly, each nod another gear turning in her mind, “Yeah, okay. That’s nice of you,” but there was a hesitance to her voice. “Let’s just see if Charlie’s done then.”

And as if knowing his toastie was about to become uneaten, Sven’s head popped around with a cinnamon pastry confection that made me seriously regret not taking one.

“Thank you Sven, you’re a doll.” It was plucked from his hands and Gemma passed it to you with only a wink as a your welcome.

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The spluttering noise of Grandpa finally giving in to the electric boost made us all cheer.

“Charlie you’re a miracle worker! Seriously thank you, I might actually-” I looked to my watch again as if something had changed in the past 20 seconds- “Okay no, I’m still late but at least I’ll show up. Thank you, again,” I took the keys from him and he shook his head.

“It was an easy fix, really.”

I looked at the jumper cables attached to the Maserati and the car that was even older than me, and I wanted to snort. But I resisted, barely.

“Where’d you even find one, did you borrow it from a neighbor?”

A crease shadowed Charlie’s forehead and I faltered. “No,” he started slowly, “there was one in the garage. Lionel has a very well-stocked garage. These guys are pretty common.” He bent over and wiggled the cable as he unattached the nice sports car from your daily driver. I’d be headed back to work now, back to reality, my ties to the Styles officially severed. It was symbolic really.

But then his words hit me.

“Wait this was here?”

Charlie looked back to you as he walked back to the garage.

“What?”

“The jumper cables. They were here. Last night.”

Charlie gave you a weird look but nodded as he walked past you to the garage. The front door opened and Gemma jogged closer to my still frame.

They were here the entire time.

“Were they hard to find?!” I called out. I could at least give Harry that.

“Plain as day,” he shouted back.

“What’s hard to find?”

My mind raced to figure out conflicting facts and when it came up blank I realized I hadn’t responded to Gemma. “Eh, nothing. Just asking silly questions apparently.” I waved my hands before settling them on my hips. That tricky bastard. Just when I thought I’d had his emotions semi-figured out, he goes and does a 180 that would make me think he wanted me to stay here last night.

But I was not going to be imaginative, nor melodramatic any more today. So I would listen to logic.

Which meant Harry’s secret was having a serious visual impairment.

“Thanks again, for the pastry especially. Would’ve had to starve it out until 4pm.”

“Are you kidding? It’s us who should be thanking you.”

“For stealing some car battery charge?”

She almost smiled. “For coming last night. It’s good to have other people in the house. I think. I’m not really sure after last night, actually,” her voice faded at the end as she looked to Charlie now walking down.

“Well I am,” Charlie boomed, wiping any remaining car grease on his pants. “Didn’t hear a thing last night did we?” Whatever meaning that held went straight to Gemma, and he rose his eyebrows to make a point.

I froze, my mind immediately jumping to all the sexual conclusions. They didn’t think we were…a thing did they?

“True,” Gemma mumbled, lips pressing together as she continued to look at Charlie.

“We aren’t like, together. Harry and I,” I said, eyes darting from hers to Charlie’s. She tore her gaze and smiled something sad and knowing.

“It wasn’t about that. He…handled everything well yesterday,” was all she chose to say. “It’s kind of sudden for him, right now. Everything, I mean.” She continued looking at Charlie and he squinted from the overcast glare.

“Are you going to be in town for long?” It was a subject she wasn’t elaborating on and I wasn’t going to be the one to pry.

“Maybe. I don’t have my return ticket yet. Perhaps another week or two.”

“Okay, maybe I’ll see you both around then. On campus even,” I offered, because I knew I wasn’t coming back here ever again. Harry and his mom had made that pretty clear last night.

She nodded, pulling me in for a hug.

“It was lovely meeting you.”

And when she gave me a little squeeze I knew she meant it.

“Tell Harry not to screw up whatever this is next time you see him, okay?”

Heat rushed to my cheeks, but there was a painful stab in my stomach that reminded me we’d never gone far enough for there to be something to salvage. We were constantly walking a line, but never crossing it. I hadn’t realized I’d wanted it to be crossed both physically and emotionally until last night. I’d always liked puzzles, couldn’t put them down once I started them. And Harry’s was one where the jigsaw pieces kept changing as soon as you’d look away to find another piece. He was addicting as much as he was frustrating.

“Agreed,” Charlie nodded, pulling you in for a quick side-hug.

A memory snapped in place the same time my ribs connected with his and I blinked hard when I realized what it was.

He leaned back as he ruffled my hair.

“Charlie! Really she’s not twelve,” Gemma chided.

But I was still stunned a little. It was weird for that memory to pop into my head, and it hurt all the more because it was unexpected. I hadn’t thought of him in ages. And I couldn’t now, so back to the corner of my brain he went.

We waved goodbyes again and in my rearview mirror I looked back to the beautiful house that even now as I drove away from it, felt more and more like a nightmarish dream. I could’ve sworn I saw a shadow in the window, a sudden flicker that lingered the longer I looked, but with the glare I couldn’t be sure. It was probably just a bird.

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The rip of the gauze never left a good taste in my mouth and today was no exception. I’d been yelled at plenty by the substitute supervisor today for being late and it made me scowl as I wrapped the bandage around Matt’s thigh.

“Ay! Easy Y/N, still sore.”

“Oops, sorry.” I made sure my hands were lighter when I finished wrapping. Usually I didn’t mind the work in the training room, Miss Morrow was literally the easiest boss ever, but I guess her baby had finally came and in came Miss Bitchy Pants over here with a sour surprise. I couldn’t complain too much though. It was busy work, there were cute athletes, and I convinced myself it somehow tied into my biology major. I was somewhat helping heal people now, so… that’d look good for the resumes when hospitals read it, wouldn’t it?

There were also the perks that Renny was the most excited about it – athletes, shirtless, massaging out tight muscles (even if that meant their upper thighs), potential party invites…

But then there were days like today. When all it left me with was a sweat-stained shirt, more knots in my shoulders, and humid air to breathe that smelled like dirty socks.

“You smell different today.”

“What?”

“No, I mean, it’s not a bad thing.”

“Bite,” I demanded, and the end of a burrito was shoved in my mouth. I chewed methodically at his backhanded compliment and looked up to the blonde-haired masterpiece.

Even when he made the sneakiest comments, he’d have this wide blue-eyed innocence to him that reminded me he could do no wrong. Yesterday it would’ve been charming. Today, slightly annoying. He was going to Yale for his masters, would’ve gone for his undergraduate schooling too, but he rejected their acceptance to stay back to help his ailing father run the family business.

Like I said, a masterpiece.

Who basically said I smelled odd.

“Okay,” I laughed a bit as set his foot back down. He was weird, in a cute way. A harmless flirt. I’d met him when I was sixteen, and even when I didn’t see him for ages, the second I’d see him on campus he’d jog over to say hello, ask me how the family was.

He held up the burrito again and arched an eyebrow.

Or he’d bring me Chipotle after I’m forced to see him and his pulled hamstring for three weeks straight. A bite of massive burrito was shoved in my mouth and I almost choked on the rice that fell back.

“You smell like boy.”

“Okay, what?” I grumbled over the food. My hands slapped down on my thighs as I stared him down. He started to laugh and it was probably because my chewing resembled a determined cow.

“I swear my dad wears the exact same cologne.”

“Okay, you’re done. Goodbye,” I joked, but only half. I had a very unhappy basketball player waiting and nursing a bleeding hand that was going to require more rags the more he waited.

“No, don’t be offended!” But I kept waving him off and he broke into an easy smile that somehow made me feel special. Just by being me. Matt was good, like the all-American good I thought only existed in novels. He’d find a keeper one day.

“Keep the ice on it!”

“See you next week!” he called. But when I turned to wipe down some of the ice water that’d melted in his place, I saw his own wrapped meal in the bag.

“Wait- your Chipotle!”

But he shook his head, “Keep it!”

“Seriously?!”

“I was never hungry!”

We were shushed by the supervisor who pointed to my other coworkers trying to give a relaxing massage and I gave a guilty look to Matt before giving him a thumbs up.

He jutted his head back at the action before shaking it a little. There was a smile when he did it though, like there always was when he laughed at something I did, and it was the same laugh that made me feel like I was beautifully different from the rest all over again. Maybe people didn’t really use thumbs up anymore.

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A, C, C+, B

I scrawled the grades atop the page, and stopped when my hand started to cramp. A whole other box of exams was waiting for me once I finished these, and though I was the teacher’s aid, I still didn’t know if it was legal for Dr. Rhinecuff to be giving me all of this work. Especially because I might be taking his class next year. With the same exams.

But who was to tell Dr. Rhinecuff what to do? I’d take all the help I could get. And pay.

I raised my t-shirt to wipe my stuffy nose when I smelled it.

No.

I drew in a long sniff again.

Arms pushed the fabric up and over my head so fast, and flung the material to the corner of the room.

I still smelled like his bedsheets, like him.

And as good as I’d been doing not thinking about him with Matt’s visit, the smell brought back all the same sentiments as before.

Where was he now?

There was an away game this weekend. I wasn’t sure where, but I’d heard Renny talk about already missing Niall more than once to know he’d definitely be gone. He’d be here for at least a couple more days though.

I stared at the corner of the room for what seemed like forever before something other than my head pushed me to move.

And when I finished the last paper, closing up the blinds, I hoped Renny wouldn’t judge me when she’d see my sleeping in the same blouse she’d dressed me in last.

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A Date

Summery: Dean and Sam have an unofficial adopted sister who lives with Bobby and when she tells them about a date she has things get crazy. Sam Dean x sister!reader Okeyyyyy vet bad summary sorry story kinda got away from me. Warning: none I think Dean Sam and Bobby being protective. My spelling, grammar,punctuation mistakes Short and kinda rushed sorry writers block sucks. I have no idea if I am going to continue Frozen if I am part three soulfully be last. Uhh here goes nothing and really nothing Uncle Bobby was easily one of your favorite people. When your mom died John Winchester drove you too Bobby's. He left his two boys with you at the house you would soon call home. Dean and Sam were your other favorite people those were the people you trusted and they taught you so much about hunting and when to use a silver bullet or dead mans blood. Now 10 years later at the age of 16 you got asked out by a boy who was in your Chemistry class. Bobby always made you go to school and it always sucked. The guys name was Weston and was easily the hottest guy in school. You in all you 5'5 glory thanked the makers of mascara and your mom's advice she gave you before she died. It was right after she got back from a hunt and all she said was "let the boys chase you and you will have a boyfriend in no time." Now sitting at the kitchen table with Sam, Dean and Bobby you were trying to tell them about the date. Bobby:"No it can't be a nest I just cleared one not far away from Las Vegas. How could there be another." Dean:"The beauty of hunting. Always something that needs to be offed." Sam:"Y/N are you ok. You seem distant." You:"I have a date tonight." You bite your lip and looked up from your eggs. All eyes were on you and they were not happy. Bobby:"Nope. You don't have a date tonight. Call him and cancel." He handed you the phone and waited for you to dial. You:" But he is so ho-" Dean:"Don't you dare finish that sentence with hot." He took a swig of his beer. You looked at Sam hoping he would help you. Sam:"Call him. You aren't going." You could feel the anger boiling up. You were a presser cooker and the top just blew off. You:"It's too bad that you guys can't tell me what to do." You shrugged you shoulders. You knew this would cause a down pour of arguments and that's what you wanted. Dean shoved himself away from the table and he stood knocking over his chair. Bobby crossed his arms and Sam sat forward with his arms on the table. Dean:"You aren't going. End of discussion. Go to your room." You laughed and stood. "Whatever but you can't stop me." You started going up the steps. Bobby's voice yelled after you. Bobby:"We will make sure you don't leave!!" You ran up the rest of the stairs and went straight for your room. Weston would be expecting you at Beca's your favorite diner in about two hours. Going to your closet you pulled out your jean shorts that made you butt and legs look fantastic. To match was a flowy shirt that showed a sliver of stomach and not to mention it was off the shoulder. You laid them out on your bed and dove into your closet for shoes. Choosing little white vans that went up on your ankle to match. You straitened your H/C hair so not even one of your waves was left. Putting on light makeup and hoping into your shorts and putting on your shirt. Shoving your feet into your shoes you grabbed your purse unlocking your window you grabbed the nearest tree branch. It was thick enough to support your weight but you would have to shimmy your way across until you got to the trunk. Once you were there you balanced yourself on a skinnier branch praying it wouldn't snap. Sadly your prayers didn't work and the rush of falling came. You landed on your back and your tail bone instantly started to ache. You sat up after a couple minutes of laying in the dirt. You brushed off the dirt and combed your fingers through your hair. You ran down the drive way and down the street so you were positive that you couldn't be seen from the house. You walked the 14 blocks to Beca's. Once you got there Weston was waiting outside. He look freaking amazing. Weston:"Hey. You look great. Like amazing." The heat rushed to your cheeks. You:"thanks you look even better." -----------------Time skip The date so far had gone amazing and you just ordered a shake for dessert as did he. You joked around some more and found out you had a lot in common. You glanced outside of your window seat and saw the beautiful black impala that you had loved since the age of six. The boys you loved since meeting them were sitting in the car and staring at you. You could feel your cheeks go red and worry bubbled up into your throat. Weston unfortunately had noticed. Weston:"Hey you ok? Looks like you just swallowed a frog." You:"It's just... you see that black car out across the street. That's my older brothers and I had to sneak out to come here so they wouldn't do this but apparently I am not that lucky." He nodded. Weston:"We can cut this short if we need to. It's ok really. I had a great time." You:"I had a great time too. We should do this again." He nodded and had the cutest smile on his face. You both stood up and walked to the hostess stand. You couldn't stop smiling as he paid and even though you offered he still paid. You promised to get the next bill and he agreed. Weston:"I have just one condition though." You:"Ok what is it." He leaned over and kissed you. It didn't last long but it was enough to send a jolt through you. You both walked out and he turned the corner as you walked to Baby. Dean got out and opens the back door. He was not happy and it was obvious. "What the hell Y/N." you open your mouth but he keeps talking. "You send us into panic after Sam goes up to check on you and then to only find your window open and you gone. So we traced your phone of course you left it at home then we start to freak even more and wonder if we should call police then Bobby decided to split up and check all over town." Again you tried to speak but being cut off still. "Then we come here to find you inside on a freaking date with a boy that we said you couldn't go on because you are only 16. Then when you finally look over after 30 minutes. You end it and then FREAKING KISS HIM. He just shoved him tongue down your throat!!" "DEAN. Shut it for just one second!! We were having fun he didn't shove his tongue down my throat and I enjoyed the kiss!!" He started to say something again this time you cut him off. "Oh and how old where you when you started dating because I can bet my life's savings it was before 16!!! Oh and Sammy how old were you when you lost your virginity?!? Probably before-" the car screeched and Dean slammed it into park both boys turned and looked at you. "Are you saying you had sex with that boy??" Dean said and he pointed out the back window as if pointing at Weston. "NO Dean what do you think I am a slut?!?!" It was now Sam turn to talk. He took a shaky breath. "No we know you are not a slut but you are our little sister and to young to date. You are grounded. No leaving the house no phone and no hunting." They both turned around and Dean started to drive. You crossed you arms and sat back. Then your beautiful head came up with a beautiful idea to make the boys livid. "His name was CJ." You say loud enough for the boys to hear but only make it sound like it came from under your breath. "What? The guys name was CJ??" Sam asked. His eyes never leaving the dash. "No his name was Weston. The guy I lost my virginity to was named CJ." Dean pressed the gas to the floor and basically ramped over a pot hole and pulled into Bobbys gravel drive drifting so hard you smack you head on the window. "YOU WHAT?!?!?!" He got out of the car and opened your door grabbing you by your wrist and pulled you out you stumbled then grabbed the side of Baby to help you balance. "WHAT THE HELL Y/N!?!?" Sam yelled. You began to laugh. You let yourself slide down Baby and sit on the gravel. Dean and Sam are red and yelling at you. "Chill. I never slept with a guy named CJ." They relaxed a little. Sam paced a couple steps then grabbed you by the arms so you were standing. Then by you waist so you were over his shoulder as he began to walk inside. "Sam put me down you know I hate being carried. SAM!!" He set you on the couch very ungracefully. Dean got a towel front he kitchen filled with ice for your head. They just stood by the couch lecturing you but you were too focused on the tv behind them. It looked like a really cool movie and the main female role just got murdered. You cringed when the knife stabbed her in the stomach. "Y/N? Are you even listening??" Sam had his hands out like he was asking for money or something. "Hmm yeah keep talking." Dean rubbed his eyes and pointed at you. "Bed. Now." He pointed to the stairs. Not even bothering to put up a fight. When you get to your room you say aloud to yourself.... "His name was Mark." Thinking about how awkward it was but holy crap he could kiss. You smile to yourself and changed into pajamas. But Sam and Dean will never know that.

#cute #fluff #Sam #Sam Winchester #Dean #Dean Winchester #Bobby #Date #Dean x sister!reader #Sam x sister!reader #okey

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OITNB Season 5 Spoilers PART 2

#oitnb #oitnb season 5 #orange is the new black #red reznikov #nicky nichols #galina reznikov #red & nicky #red and nicky #oitnb spoilers

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So my friend @elianadiana1106 is known to say some weird things. Here are 200 of them:

1. Snow be gonner 2. Cars are weird. Its like a room full of couches that moves. 3. Ok. But what are mailboxes. Its like. A mailbox is a box that humans that dont know you will send you stuff. And its socially unacceptable to open someone elses box but why?WHY WHY IS THAT? WHY IS IT UNACCEPTABLE TO OPEN SOMEONE ELSES BOX? 4. Names. Are a random selection of words. Like hannah. Ellie. Alicia. Why alicia. Why. 5. When i was little i was scared of fences. 6. One time isa was chasing me with a toad i named him fred and she made me hold him and if i didnt shed make him pee on me. 7. Lockers are tiny closets 8. Why arent electronic library cards a thing yet 9. Sometimes i wonder what life would be like without cupcakes and i cry 10. Scary guys scare me 11. You know what should be illegal? Pinapple on pizza. 12. What are houses. Theyre like caves but not. 13. Bears are scary. Theyre like giant dogs with teeth and claws. 14. It was a car except it wasnt a car. 15. Not that i know what a crying cat sounds like 16. *puts glasses in mouth* *bites down* ow 17. Whats a brain tho. Its like a box but its not a box. Its an oval. And it has all of your memories and your conscience in it and if you hit it too hard you do. 18. What is the purpose of eyebrows. I dont see an actual use for them except making sure they are on fleek. 19. I was in my living room and then my brother came in and punched me. 20. Why do people have hair. Does it protect them from being cold or something 21. What if there are aliens on earth but they look just like look just like humans so we cant differentiate 22. Why do colors clash. Why do some colors look good together and others dont. What if my red is your blue. 23. What happens if someone eats a phone 24. *sings veggie tales song* that reminds me of swedish men 25. Is that a trampoline?? Oh wait no thats my reflection nevermind 26. Glasses are like hey whats up i cant see anything so let me just put up this piece of glass in front of my eye so i can see. And tadaah the glasses were born 27. *looks out the window* Oh hey such niceness 28. *hits her head on the window* im a mess *hits her head on bus seat* owwwwww 29. Someone is calling my name *looks up* is it you god?? 30. Look its my favorite emoji because it reminds me of a gorilla (shes talking about this one>😤) 31. Bushes are like baby trees except they dont grow up 32. Speaking of scarring, The lion king made me cry 33. Why do people wear bright colored bookbags 34. Windows are like eyes into the home 35. Im twelve. Oh wait i lied no im thirteen. 36. I know how to Karate 37. Look im wearing fuzzy. Theyre the best of all pants. No other pants can compare 38. *is talking to Isa through a door* Well if yuh wanna talk to me, just pick the lock. Cuz apparently, you can do that 39. Mom wants me and mom is above you 40. I like busses. Theyre like catterpillars. Theyre long and they roll along 41. What if my chin had eyes 42. What id your eyes were your nostrils and your nostrils were your eyes 43. Im short. Kinda like a pudgy cupcake 44. Pigs are like cows except they give out milk. 45. Shut up and pretend im smart 46. Shut up and let me talk 47. *discusses the possibilities of rainbow snow* rain snow. Its like rainbow but its. Its smart appreciate it. 48. Help i need life alert 49. I rip out my hair for fun sometimes 50. Im pretty sure shes austrian. I dont know why. Just. Austrian. 51. Is this cold. *touches it* Oh yes very cold. 52. I know everything 53. Have you ever been a murder gorilla before? 54. Blue raspberry isnt even a thing. What are they feeding us?! 55. One time i ate a cat. But i didnt like it very much 56. I need to think of something funny to say. Becuase i like to make things funny. 57. So garbage cans are like portable dumpsters 58. What if theres a dimension where instead of there being people and it snowing, theres snow people and it rains flesh 59. Dying wasnt on my bucket list 60. so YOURE the one who ate MY pudding cup 61. Why are they called mason jars. Did mason design them? WHOS MASON? They should be called ellie jars. We all know that ellie is way better than mason 62. Where was the lightbulb invented 63. BEFORE you say anything. Do you remember Pinky Dinky Doo 64. Its like a freakin blueberry with a face 65. Dont bite your friends *sings* “Dont. Dont. Dont bite your friends” 66. I should be doing homework but instead im watching Yo Gabbah Gabbah 67. *sings the backyardigans theme song* 68. *sings the veggie tales theme song* 69. Do you remember junior the asparagus *starts singing moana* 70. So if i owned a pinetree, could i call it minetree 71. Red pandas are better than dolphins 72. *lydia starts talking* IS THAT YOU GOD 73. What if the firemen start the fires to keep them employed 74. Tic tac toe, pick one. One of them have to die. 75. Does derp and snerp rhyme 76. *touches nose to my phone* nose phone 77. Singing. Its just like stairs. I get out of breath. 78. One time i had a dream that i had to slay a dragon. It killed me. 79. One time i was walking my grandmas dog and a cat attacked me. 80. Are hearing aids glasses for the ears 81. Whats the difference between right twix and left twix 82. HEY LOOK THERES A DUCKY 83. Morgan is a russian spy? 84. What if you could take your eye out and see into someones soul? 85. Can fish drown? Like can they drown on air? 86. I had a dream where Logan got stabbed last night? 87. FIRE HYDRANT! 88. lions? I dont have any lions 89. Cinderella can go dig a hole and die in it 90. Thats sooooo ugly. Cinderella can wear it 91. I dont even like orange soda but i drink it because its sugar and i LOVEEEEEEE sugar 92. Oh no sweety those shoes do not go with that dress, unless youre Cinderella 93. I have a burning hatred for Cinderella 94. WHAT THE HECK IS– oh its me 95. Its time to listen to MY songs. Buckle up buddy. 96. If i was an animal i would be an irrawaddy dolphin. I am. An iraqaddy dolphin 97. Im DONE with this long hair. Im cutting it off. 98. Have you heard me sing? Thats not the sound of potential. Thats the sound of death 99. If you had a girl child what would you name her (i say i dont know). Youre right. Lily is a great name 100. HANDSTAND. No wait i cant do it i will break my neck 101. *makes the verbal sound for: “GAHSBXICIWOEBDKDIQ” * 102. Did someone say bork 103. What if four wasnt a number 104. *sings*: NOW YOU KNOWWWW WITH ELLIE YOUR DAILY INFORMATIONAL THING. YEAH. 105. Some people. Theyre like walls. 106. I didnt know its body fell off. Somebody shouldve given me a heads up. 107. *reads: I like trees* he better stay away from minetre 108. It feels like a worm entering my ear 109. I give up 110. You know how carter has 753 pens in his sock? That really SOCKS for him. Ha. Ha. Ha. 111. MAKE ME. oh wait you cant cuz youre on the other side of a locked door 112. SENTIENT TACOS ARE EVERYWHERE AND THEY WATCH YOU. 113. SENTIENT WALLS. I HAVE FOUR OF THEM. 114. I had a dream that i killed a man 115. Its just a wallet. His name is walley. NO ITS A SENTIENT WALLET. that makes cents HA HA ha. Ha. That was good 116. I look like a naked mole rat 117. How did different kinds of birds come to be different 118. Hes a manager. Hes really good at managing things. And apparently hes a certified scuba diver 119. I kill at wii baseball ‘kay 120. The Miis creep me out like hey im the mini you living in the screen 121. Im single and i know it 122. The next dude who comes near me i will punch him in yhe throat. I will conventiently make sure its seamus 123. NO. THERES BUBBLE WRAP BUT ITS TAPED TO THE INSIDE SO I CANT POP IT EFFICIENTLY 124. Its like waves… but its not but it is 125. *phone buzzes* SHUT UP 126. A stylis. Its like a pencil for you phone 127. SO MANY SCREEN PROTECTORS 128. Go buy some new jeans. You dont need SCISSORS SARAH. 129. My friends say im weird. But i dont really think im weird you know. 130. Hes so tall. Hes like a freakin giraffe. Hows the air up there buddy? 131. Why the heck and i cutting holes in perfectly good jeans. I dont even like jeans. 132. I have 67 cats at home 133. What did cave people paint with? Their blood? 134. dude it’s the perfect weather to play tornado in 135. MIKE WAZOWSKI 136. Grass. Its like tini miniature trees. Im not wrong. Broccoli is a mini forrest 137. Seamus has an empty cardboard box in his room and i stole it and made it into a spaceship 138. That girl looks like me. She just want “agh” and just. Same. 139. The blankies name is dora. Dont ask why. Not my blankie tho. My blankies name is blue. I slipped on dora when i had my laptop in my lap. 140. Cinderella deserves nothing. 141. Morgan is a russian spy 142. LOOK ITS AN OLD GUY. i bet he has three dead bodies in his basement 143. A flute. You can shove it down their neck. And when their wheezing for breath beautiful melodies come out 144. The ninjas house is a bit further down. 145. Its like somewhere over the rainbow 146. I was just singing the entire soundtrack because why not. 147. Why do cars come in different colors? But the same inside colors? 148. Is it spelled nartz or narts 149. These people on my street painted their house mustard yellow and I don’t like it 150. How dis clowning start. Like hey lets paint our faces paint and put on red noses and see if children cry. I cried. I cried very hard. 151. Reich rhymes with branch 152. Cinderella deserves nothig but death 153. What if george washington IS THE WALLS? 154. The bus driver starts the bus before i sat down and i almost fell on my face. Lets face it that wasnt very nice of him. HA ha ha… 155. Jail backwards is laij 156. Do i confuse you more than math because nothing confuses me more than math 157. *rants about lotion* *cries* 158. The pogo is a no-go 159. I forget that i tell people things and im suprised when they already know, like how. Did you read my mind? 160. OH I HAD THIS DREAM. It was an animal apocalypse and they broke my glasses and I woke up mad and confused as to why I couldn’t see. 161. I think that in the alphabetical world, that c and s are rivals 162. Is a sticker still a sticker if it loses its stick 163. Stickers can go a die in a hole with Cinderella 164. Do you think the ocean is just salty because the beach never waves back? 165. Hey look its Mr. Testa. Dont testa me. HA. ha..haha 166. I want to go to sweden to see if they have swedish fish factories 167. Doesnt Switzerland make pretzels? Or is that Germany? 168. What if the sky is purple… 169. Me: *sends ellie a photo of an owl saying hello friend* ellie: WHOO ME?! haha get it… I’m making owl puns? What a hoot! 170. Ha ha… man i made this *send photo of hawk* Hawkward… 171. i see you are not *send photo of emu* EMUSED. 172. I get it, my puns are…fowl. Fowl. Did that send twice? Oh whale, i did it on porpoise. 173. What did the ocean say to the beach? Nothing it just waved. Did you sea what i did there? Im shore you did. 174. I almost ran into my wood bed. That woodn’t be fun now wood it 175. Im eating a bagel. Bagels? More like Bae Goals 176. Shea broke and 'unbreakable bowl’. Its unbowlievable 177. I just made up an 'under the sea’ parody about chocolate milk. Help me. 178. What did the grape say when he got stepped on? Nothing. He just let out a little wine 179. I think there is a monster under my bed 180. *draws a cherry* I thought it was a berry good drawing 181. I think of eyebrows as two countries. Unibrows unite them. 182. Im hanging out with sally right now (her imaginary friend who is homicidal) 183. I WILL WALK THERE WITH DETERMINATION AND GET TO MY DESTINATION TO FINISH YOUR EXTERMINATION. I WILL GO TO MURDER NATION 184. Ya know when spies do a little camp thing to catch the bad dude 185. Newspaper is so confusing. Its like a thousand tiny paper books. Im trying to read it but is not helping me 186. *talking about the origin of pretzels*but whose the mother country that was like “hey lets make some dough wrap like this then sprinkle some salt then how bout some mustard”. Like who did that. it couldn’t been a collaboration of countries. did they hold a world meeting to think of new foods 187. Where the heck did cake come from. Apparently the Greeks invented cake, but according to food historians the ancient Egyptians invented cake 188. Hey my family just decided that our new safe word is 'Oklahoma’ 189. I am certain that food historian is a real job 190. So apparently not all Catholic Churches have their sermons in Spanish 191. But apparently the actual Purple Heart is in Orlando 192. Apparently my friend Amanda almost pet a manatee today 193. THE PIZZA PLACE STOLE OUR PIZZA. I THINK. WE ORDERED PIZZA MUCH TIME AGO AND IT ISNT HERE YET 194. I was watching a show called Room on the Broom but it wasn’t very good 195. AND ARE STORES CALLED STORES BC YOU STORE FOOD THERE? OR IS IT CALLED A STORE BC YOU GET FOOD FROM THERE TO TAKE HOME AND STORE YOURSELF?? 196. aRGG I JUST GOT TOOTHPASTE IN MY EYE 197. I hate snow white almost as much as i hate cinderella 198. I should get a star on the hollywood floor 199. There’s a ladder on your roof, you should get that checked out 200. I have ice cream. aaaand I walked into a wall

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