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So imagine this the reader is a hero and shigaraki is a villain of course anyways shiggy falls head over heels for the reader and always tries to get there attention while the reader does find shigaraki cute but he’s being a pain in the ass always destroying things and making messes, reader kidnapped him and Using him as a fuck toy ( of course our little pervert is enjoying this ) anyways the reader straight up tells him if he behaves and start doing good things he’ll get rewarded and actually get to cum, long story short tahts how shigaraki stopped being a villain and destroying things

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Warnings: edging, blowjob, Shiggy cums in your mouth, lol, fingering (female), vaginal sex, porn (filming), Tomura wasn't as submissive as I planned and pretty much doms you in the end 😞. He's kinda subby at the beginning tho. THIS COULD’VE BEEN SO MUCH BETTER IM MAD. If this gets 1,000 notes, I'll rewrite it 😏 I never say shit like that but yolo ig.

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“Shiggy why the actual fuck are we here? It’s the middle of nowhere and that hero y/n’s base is here, ” Dabi complained.

“Shut up. I’m your boss, ” he said, giddy with excitement.

He was so excited to see you: your cool quirk and costume, your pretty voice and face. Plus you’d pay attention to him. You both fought close range, so he’d be able to get a good look at you. He'd get to admire how beautiful you looked up close. The last time he saw you, he swore you were blushing at him. It wasn't like him to flirt with heroes. That was Dabi’s thing, but he couldn't resist.

“Dabi burn that down, ” he ordered.

“Yes boss, ” he muttered, setting the building ablaze.

It was the sixth time in two weeks blue flames were seen from out your window. You sighed, stretched and walked towards the burning building.

“Again?!” you said, saving the last of the people inside.

“I just couldn't resist, ” Tomura smiled, “I missed you y/n if you’d just give me your number, we wouldn't have to do this, ”

“In your dreams, creep, ” you scoffed.

“You're so mean to me, “ he pouted, letting you dodge his punch on purpose.

“God fucking damn it Shigaraki. Stop burning my shit down!” you yelled in frustration.

“Then go out with me. Then I'll quit burning things down. Please y/n? I promise, ” he said.

You groaned, “no, Shigaraki, I won't go out with you, ”

“I love it when you say my name, ” he sighed, “you have such a pretty voice y/n, ”

You slapped him on the back, tripping him with your other foot.

“Just get out of here, ” you said.

“Fine, fine, but i’ll be back for you my love!” he called as he stumbled into the warp gate.

You smiled to yourself. Shigaraki was kind of cute, but he always made such a mess. It was a shame, really.

A bruise-covered Tomura stumbled upstairs. Normally he’d be mad that an enemy marked up his avatar but they were your bruises. Proof that you had touched him with those gorgeous hands. He shrugged off his coat to find a note stuck to it.

‘xxx-xxx-xxxx’

It was your number. You gave him your number. He practically skipped downstairs. He slid into the seat beside Dabi and waved the note in his face.

“She gave me her number, ” Shigaraki bragged.

“Ha, funny story, ” Dabi deadpanned, lighting a cigarette.

“Whatever, I don't need you to believe me, ” he said.

He walked upstairs and sat on the bed to make a contact for you. He put you as ‘y/n <3’ with his favorite picture of you. The picture was from your very first fight. You and All Might were smiling at the camera. He had bought photoshop for two reasons, the first to get All Might out of the picture and second, so he could enhance the photo of you. He ran a finger over your digital face.

“So pretty, ” he whispered, “my pretty y/n, ”

Shigaraki finally worked up the courage to text you.

I knew you'd give in eventually y/n

ᵈᵉˡⁱᵛᵉʳᵉᵈ

He put his phone down and started playing his game. Before he knew it, hours had gone by. He checked his phone.

I knew you'd give in eventually y/n

ᵒᵖᵉⁿᵉᵈ

Whatever come see me

I'm not dumb y/n this is a trap

I thought you liked me

ᵒᵖᵉⁿᵉᵈ

I promise it’s not a trap

And I never thought I'd say this but I do like you Shigaraki

Even if you make a mess of the city

Every

Fucking

Day

Get over here before I change my mind creep

📍 y/n sent their location 📍

Fine

ᵒᵖᵉⁿᵉᵈ

Shigaraki gave Kurogiri the adress.

“Here. Now, ” he ordered, putting on his artist's gloves.

The warp gate opened, and he took a shaky breath before stepping through. He entered your living room, it was surprisingly cozy, and you had lit a fire. You weren't in the room, so he sent you another text.

I'm here

ᵒᵖᵉⁿᵉᵈ

He heard you open the door and walk in.

“Hey creep, ” you said.

You sat in front of him on the couch.

“You can sit but if you want to keep standing there like an idiot go ahead, ” you said.

He scoffed, “the real idiot is the person who let a villain walk into her house after sending him her location, ”

“Touche, ” you responded, “but I know you'd never hurt me. The city and everyone else is fair game apparently,”

“Just let go of the whole destroying cities thing, ” he said, putting an arm around you, “I was just doing it to impress you, ”

“The only thing that was impressive is all the extra hours I had to put in, ” you snapped.

The room fell silent.

“I'm sorry, I didn't mean to snap at you, but you do really stress me out, Shigaraki, ” you sighed, “so I guess it’s only fair that you help me relax, ”

You straddle his lap, putting your hands in his hair

“You're going to live here from now on and pay off your debt to me, Shiggy. And if you're good, you'll even get a reward, ” you said, tapping your finger on his nose.

“What do you mean rela- oh, ” he said, realizing what you meant.

“You don't have to if you don't want to, baby, ” you said, kissing his forehead, “you'd never hurt me, and I'd never hurt you, ”

You wiggled your hips in his lap, “although something tells me you want this as much as I do, Shiggy, ”

“Yeah whatever, ” he mumbled, embarrassed, “go ahead, ”

“You sure?” You asked, nuzzling the side of his neck.

The only time you touched people as a pro-hero was if you were fighting them or saving them. Having Shigaraki here was so nice. He was rubbing your back and holding you. Despite being with a villain, you felt so safe.

“I'm sure, y/n, ” Shigaraki said.

He moved your face in front of his and kissed you. Neither of you had much experience when it came to kissing or romance in general. You were too busy fighting each other. All things considered, your first kiss was pretty good. You never thought you'd have a villain in your house, let alone on your lips. He rubbed his hands up and down your waist.

“Use me however you want y/n you deserve it, baby. I trust you, ” he mumbled against your lips.

It didn't take long for the two of you to strip, shoving your tongues into each other a mouths. Shigaraki didn't really know what to do. He mostly learned from porn. He just kind of rubbed your cunt smiling when you jumped as he found your clit. He learned quickly, rubbing it harshly as you whined into his mouth. He found your hole after a while, pressing a finger in. One didn't really do anything for you so he pressed in another one confused that it wasn't causing the reaction he wanted.

He started wiggling his fingers around until he felt an extra squishy part inside of you and rubbed it, causing you to start moaning again. He brought his other hand to your clit, letting you hump his hand.

“Shigaraki, ” you whined, “please don't stop, ”

“Not gonna stop, baby, ” he said, “don’t worry, ”

You didn't expect him to get you to cum his first try, but soon, you were feeling the pleasure intensify until it broke, ripping through your body.

“No more baby, ” you groaned, “too much, ”

He pulled his hands away and pressed his forehead to yours.

“Thank you for letting me touch you like that y/n, ” he said.

“Its time for me to return the favor, ” you smiled knowing exactly what you wanted.

You lowered yourself onto him, adjusting as he groaned at the feeling of you around him. You felt so warm and wet, so tight around him. He bucked into you when you finally started bouncing. His nails dug into your hips. You decided to rile him up.

“Gonna make you cum so hard, baby, ” you said, nearly giggling, “gonna make you feel so good,”

You reached down to your clit, throwing your head back. His size made it quite easy to get yourself off, and before you knew it, you were right on the edge. You pushed yourself to cum as fast as possible, moaning and whimpering.

“So close baby, ” he groaned as your orgasm finished.

“Too bad, ” you said getting off of him, “did you really think you deserve to cum? After all the trouble you caused? You're gonna have to work for it Tomura Shigaraki, ”

“What the hell, ” he said, “that's not fucking fair. I made you cum twice, isn't that enough?”

“After all the shit you've done? No, no, no, baby, the only way you're gonna get to cum is if you start cleaning up your fucking messes. We’re going out tonight to help clean up that building you burnt up, ”

“No the fuck we’re not. I'm leaving. Fuck you, ” he said.

“Ah ah ah, ” you said, grabbing his phone and pressing two buttons, “kurogiri can't send any warp gates, and your quirk is neutralized. Plus, I'm keeping this phone, ”

He was livid. Maybe you were the real villain here.

“Dont look so sad baby, if you work hard enough, you could cum in the next couple of days. Until then, you're mine to fuck whenever and however I want, ” you said.

He scoffed, “I'm a villain y/n I'm not gonna let everyone see me acting like a fucking hero, ”

“Have fun being edged every day then, and no, you're not allowed to get yourself off. I can't trust you not to, so you're forcing me to tie you up. If only you would come to help your wonderful girlfriend who's just trying to help you have a better life, ” you said.

“Girlfriend?” he sputtered.

“Mhm, ” you said, “I like you, Shigaraki don't you remember? And you asked me out yesterday, ”

He stood there dumbfounded.

“Come on. I'm tired let's get to bed, ” you said, taking his hand.

You walked into the bathroom with him.

“Here I got you pajamas and a toothbrush. Do you need anything else?” you asked.

“No I'm good. Thanks, ” he said.

“No problem baby, ” you said, ruffling his hair.

You brushed your teeth and put on pajamas. You caught him by surprise and tied his hands together.

“Hey what the hell?” he said.

“Shiggy, I told you I couldn’t trust you to be a good boy. You forced my hand, ” you said, leading him to bed.

You both laid down, and you pulled him into your chest, cuddling him close.

“Mmm, good night Shiggy, ” you said.

“Fuck you y/n...goodnight, ” he grumbled.

You giggled and kissed the top of his head. Over the next few weeks, Shigaraki became more and more irritable. It was so annoying to be pushed to the edge every day just to watch you take his orgasm away.

“Fine!” he yelled, on the sixth week of his stay “fine! I'll clean up all the buildings Dabi burned down yesterday! Just let me cum y/n, baby, just let me cum, ” he begged.

You smiled and hugged him tightly, “oh Shiggy, I knew you'd give in and help me! I'm so proud of you. C’mon let's go right now and you can cum after. Any way you want baby, ”

To everyone's surprise, Shigaraki did a great job of cleaning up the building in record time. However, he did threaten everyone at least five times until you shot him a look to make him utter a ‘sorry.’ he had earned his phone back after that since he did such a good job.

He got his shit rocked that night, cumming until he was shaking and crying. Begging you for more.

“Please y/n please let me cum again, m-more I want more, ” he begged.

“Tell me how much you want it baby. Tell me how bad you need to cum, ” you said, taking him in your mouth again.

“Please, ” he cried, “please y/n I need it so bad, ”

You spent hours fucking him, fucking him even though you were over stimulated to the point of tears.

Meanwhile, the league was falling apart without him and disappearing almost completely. It was no secret that people were looking for him, but he was with other heroes all the time. They had no chance at getting him back.

‘So this is what it’s all about,’ he thought, ‘sure y/n is getting paid but not for this. Y/n cleans up and helps people for free. She never gets paid when she's helping behind the scenes. Neither do her friends. Maybe I had it all wrong. Maybe I was right about heroes when I was a kid, ‘

“Y/n, ” he said one night, “I want to get my license. I want to be a real hero, just like I wanted when I was a kid. I was wrong. I was wrong about all of this, ”

You smiled and kissed him hard, “I knew you'd come around, Tomura. You deserve a special reward, baby, ”

He grinned, “what did you have in mind?”

“Mmm, how would you like to show the entire world that I'm all yours?” you asked.

“Id fucking love that y/n, ” he said.

You kissed him. It was messy and loving. He left hickeys all over your neck, snapping picture after picture.

“You want to take a few of me a sucking your cock? Want a fucking video for everyone to see? Let everyone know I suck your cock? Yeah, do you want that baby?” you teased, settling between his legs.

“Do you when have to ask?” he said grabbing your hair on a ponytail, “go on baby, don't be shy, ”

He had his phone in his hand as you licked a long strip up his shaft.

“Tell them who you belong to, baby, ” he groaned.

“You, ” you said, sucking on the head of Shigaraki’s cock making him moan, “I belong to you, Shiggy, I'm yours baby, ”

“That's right, ” he whispered.

You started bobbing your head as he moved more hair out of your face zooming in on you.

“Smile for the camera baby, ” he teased.

You smiled around his cock as best you could while still sucking him off. He kept the camera trained on your face as he shoved you down the rest of the way, causing you to gag. He whispered out a quiet ‘fuck’ as you struggled around him.

“Oh fuck, ” he groaned, using your mouth, “almost there, baby, keep taking my cock come on you can do it y/n, ”

You sucked harder trying to use your tongue as much as you could. You felt him pull you so your mouth was around his tip cumming in your mouth instead of your throat.

“Show them, baby, ” he said, zooming in on your mouth, “show them all the cum you took, ”

You opened your mouth, some dribbling down your chin.

“Swallow sweetie, ” he cooed.

You swallowed and opened your mouth again to show that it was empty.

He chuckled, “good job baby, ” he said petting your hair.

He stopped the video watching some of it through.

“Good job y/n you're a natural, ” he smirked.

You giggled and kissed his inner thigh.

“Lay down on your back on the bed for me, baby, ” he said, walking with you to the bedroom.

He ran his hand over your body, squeezing your tits and thighs.

“So pretty baby, ” Shigaraki whispered, panning the phone up your body.

You giggled, spreading your legs for him.

“God y/n look at that baby. So fucking wet for me. Just for me, ” he said

He ran a finger through the wetness between your legs. Once Shigaraki’s finger was coated, he brought it up to your mouth, getting a good view of your face as you sucked it clean. He laughed and dragged the finger back down your body to push it into you. He quickly added a second finger and working you up until you were moaning and moving against him frantically.

“Right there, ” you moaned, “please Shiggy I'm gonna, ”

“Go on, baby, let them see you cum for me, babe, ” he urged, bumping your clit with his thumb.

Your legs started shaking as you got louder, letting go around his fingers for the whole world to see. Thinking about that, everyone seeing a pro-hero brought to her knees by the most powerful ex villain.

“Want you inside, ” you muttered, “want you inside me, please Shiggy, ”

He smirked and lined you up, rubbing his cock against you before sliding in as your back arched.

“Shiggy, ” you whined, “baby please move, please fuck me, ”

“Sure princess, ” he snickered.

He got a good angle and started to thrust slowly. You whimpered, gripping the sheets as he began to speed up, listening to your moans and the squelch of your cunt as he plunged into you. He began to speed up, alternating between your face as you got lost in pleasure and the way his cunt hugged his cock. Shigaraki kept up a steady pace for a while before throwing it all away to fuck you ruthlessly, letting your tits bounce for the camera as you became more and more desperate for release.

“Shigaraki, ” you cried, “I need to cum, baby. Please, ”

He brought a finger down to your clit, rubbing slow circles that increased in speed slowly until he was rubbing it ruthlessly. Your moans only got louder as you bucked against him.

“I'm gonna cum, ” you whispered.

“Louder, baby, ” he said, starting to lose control.

“I'm gonna cum!” you cried.

“Do it, baby. Come on, let them see you lose control, let them see what I fucking do to you. Cum for me y/n.”

Your back arched, eyes rolled back as you let out a loud broken moan. Shigaraki moaned as he zoomed in on your face, contorted in pleasure.

“Fuck baby I'm gonna cum. Gonna cum inside of you baby girl, ” he grunted getting faster.

He let out a long moan as he halted inside of you, letting his cock shoot cum inside of you. He stayed still, panting before pulling out slowly. He let the camera focus on the sticky white liquid oozing out of you.

“Fuck, ” he whispered.

He dipped his finger into you and had you lick the cum off of it.

“I love you, ” he whispered, bracing himself for rejection.

“I love you too, ” you said, pulling him into a kiss with the phone forgotten.

The video was stopped as he pulled you close to him. Shigaraki held you to his chest, rubbing circles on your back.

“Guess what I'm drawing, ” he said, tracing a heart on your back.

“A flower?” you guessed.

“Nope, ” he said, kissing the top of your head, “a heart, ”

He grabbed his phone again, posting the videos.

“There we go, ” he whispered, “now they'll know you're all mine,”

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horansqueen · 5 years

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AM Conversations : chapter 28

A Niall Horan fanfiction ; rated MA

CHAPTER 1 || CHAPTER 2 || CHAPTER 3 || CHAPTER 4 || CHAPTER 5 || CHAPTER 6 || CHAPTER 7 || CHAPTER 8 || CHAPTER 9 || CHAPTER 10 || CHAPTER 11 || CHAPTER 12 || CHAPTER 13 || CHAPTER 14 || CHAPTER 15 || CHAPTER 16 || CHAPTER 17 || CHAPTER 18 || CHAPTER 19 || CHAPTER 20 || CHAPTER 21 || CHAPTER 22 || CHAPTER 23 || CHAPTER 24 || CHAPTER 25 || CHAPTER 26 || CHAPTER 27

NOTES:

-one chapter is her pov, the next is his. -4.3k. -im sorry, i never proofread, i hate it. -there WILL be smut. but not only smut. -this is a romance, comedy, smut story. -for the summary, check my MASTERLIST.

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Chapter 28 : His chapter

NIALL

I was happy to have found my best friend back. It seemed like everything was back to normal, or almost. I split my time between Liv and Maya and I was trying to satisfy both, although Maya demanded more attention than I would have thought at the beginning. We had our occasional disputes, I couldn't lie, and most of them were about my best friend, but I was trying not to think about it and I never mentioned it to Olivia.

"Niall? Are you listening to me?"

"Mm?"

I looked up from my phone to look at my girlfriend. She looked pissed and glanced at the plate in front of me. Most of the time, she preferred to eat out and it sort of bothered me but if it saved us from an argument, I was in.

"You barely ate anything." she pointed out, raising her eyebrows.

I looked at her plate and then back up in her eyes.

"Your plate is pretty full too." I argued, moving my chin a bit as my eyes found my phone again.

I wanted to mention that she barely ate at all but I kept my mouth shut because I knew it was a touchy subject for her. Still, I worried about her and I was surprised she insisted on going out to eat since she barely did in the end. Perhaps it was only to make people believe she ate and not get any question. I felt my phone vibrate and looked down at it, quickly typing an answer to the message I just got. The conversation about food seemed to be over but when I heard her voice again, my heart jumped slightly.

"What's so interesting on your phone, Niall? Can't we just eat together and talk?"

I sighed, maybe a bit too loud, and put my phone back in my pocket, feeling it vibrate again immediately but trying to ignore it.

"Okay, what do you want to talk about?"

Her face changed and she looked down, making me believe that the conversation we were about to have was not a fun one. I breathed in deeply but subtly, trying to remain calm no matter what she'd say but knowing it wouldn't be easy.

Maya was more and more jealous as time went by. It had been a few weeks since Harry and Olivia broke up and since then, she had become a bit possessive and got mad almost every time i'd hang out with my best friend. She'd text me a few times an hour, ask many questions about what we did and said. and one time, she even showed up at Liv's, pretending she was 'in the neighborhood'. It was not easy and we had that talk a hundred times, but I was starting to think that things would never change.

"I've seen the picture." she let out, making me frown. I was about to ask her what pictures she was talking about but she continued. "Of you and her... kissing."

Once again she put emphasis on the 'her' which is something she always did when it came to Olivia. I couldn't remember the last time she actually pronounced her name.

"What are you..."

I didn't have time to finish, she moved her phone up and showed me a picture from the day before. It was all over google, or it seemed, and I could see a very bad picture from very far away of a supposed and obscure kiss between my best friend and I. The angle was shady and although it was probably not photoshopped, it also was clearly not what was happening for real. I chuckled and rolled my eyes, taking a bite of my cold of pastas.

"You know it's just the angle, right?" I asked with an obvious tone full of judgement.

She breathed in, her facial expression turning into a angry one as she brought her phone closer to her, leaving it on the table. She moved closer to me, leaning against the table a bit, and sighed again.

"I think it is exactly what I see."

With my fork still in hand, i leaned against the table too to talk in a low tone.

"Three or four years ago there was a picture of Harry and I kissing that appeared online with a bunch of different articles titled ridiculous shit like 'Harry Styles' New Squeeze Is His One Direction Bandmate Niall Horan' and I can assure you Harry and I never kissed even if you would doubt it with the picture." I explained roughly but in a whisper. "It's what these people do, it's their job to start bullshit about celebrities. I'm sure you had your fair share. So if I tell you this picture is not real and that I was not kissing Olivia, then you should trust me."

She blinked a few times and shook her head and although I knew I hadn't convinced her of anything, I also knew she didn't have any argument to keep this fight going. Or I thought so.

"So you're not having sex with her?"

I choked on my beer and cleared my throat before swallowing hard. All I could think about was the time I fingered my best friend and how I came all over myself from it. It was very weird to think about it while looking at my girlfriend but I finally sighed. I hadn't touched Liv in that way or cheated on Maya again ever since and even if I couldn't pretend I hadn't thought about it, I had been physically faithful to her. Well, except that one time.

"Why would you even ask that?" I wondered rudely, a bit louder this time. "How many times do I have to tell you that she's just my best friend?"

I felt my heart jump in my chest as if i had just expressed a lie and maybe I had. Can someone really be just a friend if you also have sexual thoughts about them?

"Then why don't you ever make love to me?"

Her tone was rude but her voice was low and it seemed even rougher this way. It felt like a slap in the face and I held my breath, staring at her as the anger showed on my face turned into annoyance and a bit of embarrassment. I could feel my cheeks burn, not because I was not banging regularly a girl like Maya or because she was talking about it in public but simply because of the reason why.

"You know... love is a big thing and.."

"Fine." she cut me. "Why don't we have sex, then? Better?"

I cleared my throat without answering her question and licked my lips before looking up in her eyes. I was not having sex with Maya because I was too horny for someone else. It had never happened to me before but it was the truth. Maya and I fought a lot and argued and whenever it would happen, I clearly was not in the mood to be lovey with her. Even on our good days though, I couldn't do it. I had tried and we had a few times, but most of the time i'd find an excuse. Sometimes, i'd even wait until she was asleep to join her in bed, which resulted in many nights spent on the couch since I would end up falling asleep in the living room instead. The last time I had tried to have sex with Maya, I thought about my best friend and it felt so wrong that I had to stop and pretended I had a migraine. Yes, a fucking migraine. I was pathetic. I had this gorgeous model in my bed and I couldn't think with my cock for just an hour in order to shag her.

"I've just been tired and busy." I let out as if it explained anything. "Are you really mad about that? Seriously?"

She didn't answer but pressed her lips together, staring at me as I shook my head.

"Jealousy doesn't look good on you." I pointed out, playing with my cold food by running my fork a bit too violently in my plate.

"If you're not getting it from me, you're getting it somewhere else. I know how men work, Niall."

I sent her a frown and then scoffed, shaking my head again. I couldn't believe we were having this discussion and it made me feel like shit. Did I really want to go through that all the time? Of course, I didn't imagine Maya and I to get married or anything and if I wanted to be honest with myself, I didn't even see myself dating her in the long run. Perhaps this whole relationship was not worth trying to save after all.

"Really now?" I asked, slightly pissed now. "You know how men work? Well then I hope you saw this coming."

I grabbed the cloth napkin I had placed on my lap and wiped my hands with it before throwing it in my plate a bit roughly and looking up in her eyes. She seemed surprised but I knew she knew exactly what I was doing. I leaned closer to her again and stared at her for a few seconds.

"I'm tired of this. We're done."

With an annoying noise, I pushed my chair back and got up, grabbing my coat and diving both my hands in my pockets as I walked away. I stopped when I met our waiter and gave him two bills of a hundred to make sure everything was covered and to apologize if we disturbed other clients. I just wanted to be far from here as soon as possible and I thanked him before leaving quickly.

I breathed in deeply when I stepped out, the cold winter air reaching my nose and making me feel suddenly lighter. Was it wrong of me to feel so relieved to be single again? Perhaps, but I couldn't help it. I waved for a cab and quickly got in but giving the driver my best friend's address instead of mine. I really needed to see her and I felt like I hadn't seen her in way too long.

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I stood in front of her apartment building, my hands still in my pockets as the cab disappeared behind me. I didn't know if it was a good idea and I knew I was here unannounced but even if it hadn't happened in a while, we used to do that all the time. I wasn't sure she was there as I rang the bell but I decided that if she was not, i'd get inside and wait for her anyway, no matter how long it would take for her to come back.

It took longer than expected for the door to unlock and I put my keys back in my pockets, opening the door and rushing upstairs. When I knocked, the door opened slightly and Liv's face appeared, making my smile grow bigger.

"Hey, sorry I didn't call." I apologized, licking my lips. "Can I come in?"

I was excited to see her, impatient to tell her we'd get to spend more time together and explain that I was single now.

"Uhm, yea, of course."

She took a step behind and I pushed on the door slightly and walked quickly inside.

"So guess wh-" I stopped myself suddenly, my voice stuck in my throat as my smile fell. "Harry?"

My bandmate was there, sitting on her couch with half a blanket on him while the other was moved. She was clearly sitting there before opening the door and I noticed how close they must have been from each other. There was a movie on pause in the background and I tried to make sense of the scene in front of me.

My eyes found her again and I frowned, taken aback by the fact that I had not seen this coming at all. Perhaps I was too busy fighting with Maya to realize Olivia and Harry were hanging out again and I hated it. I hated it more than I could explain.

"Wow, really?" I asked, getting pissed for the second time tonight. "Him? Here?"

She frowned and shook her head a bit before shrugging but I didn't let her talk.

"You didn't even think to tell me that you two were spending time together?" I added, not giving her time to talk. "You didn't think to mention that you wanted to try again with him or that you had feelings for him again? What am I to you? Are we even still best friends?"

"Niall, it's not what you-"

"No, wait." I cut her. "I come here to tell you I dumped Maya and I find you cuddling Harry?" I shook my head and scoffed, slipping my hand in my hair and turning on my heels so my back was facing her.

"It's really not what you think, Niall."

Hearing Harry's voice pissed me off even more and I shut my eyes tight with a groan. I wanted to tell him to mind his own business but I was scared that this business was now his, too. I missed the days Olivia and I were both single and always together but it seemed like it wouldn't be happening again. At least, not soon. Fucking Harry. I knew I was mad at him for no reason but I couldn't help it.

"He's right." Liv agreed with him, twisting something in my stomach. "And we weren't cuddling."

I turned back to her swiftly, raising my eyebrows as my lips parted.

"Don't lie to me, I have two functioning eyes!"

"Oh my god Niall calm down!"

Her voice took me by surprise and I took a step back as Harry got up from the couch slowly and walked up to her, placing his hand gently on her shoulder. That display of affection made me want to puke.

"I'll leave you two, call me okay?"

She nodded and he smiled before turning to me and giving me a short head movement as a goodbye. His hand slipped from her arm and I watched it, holding my breath the whole time. We waited until the door closed behind him and I breathed in but we stayed silent, just staring at each other. She seemed to glow and I didn't want it to be because of him. She moved two locks of hair behind both her ears and I surprised myself wishing I was the one who pushed them out of her face with more delicateness than the way she had done it.

I thought she'd propose me a drink and that we'd talk sitting on her couch but she just brought her arms closer, crossing them over her chest and bringing her shoulders up.

"Harry and I are just friends, Niall, that's all."

I hated that answer and it reminded me that I gave the exact same one to everyone who asked about me and her. Why did I have such a hard time believing it when it came from her mouth? Perhaps it was because it was hard to believe when it came out of mine.

"I'm not getting back with him, Niall."

I sighed and shook my head, bringing my hands to my hair and pulling on it a bit too hard. I don't know why I was getting so mad but I couldn't help it. It was raising inside me like a volcano near boiling and I closed my eyes, pacing quickly in a small circle and letting out a few groans. I couldn't seem to ease the anger I was feeling and it was making me even angrier.

"You know what? I don't believe you!" I let out.

"Why?" she asked with a frown, taking a step closer. "I won't go back with him!"

"And why wouldn't you go back with him mm?" I asked a bit too loud, throwing my arms in the air in a ridiculous way. "He's perfect, he clearly still has feelings for you and you two didn't really have any reason to break up."

"Because... that's not how it works, Nee." she replied, shaking her head and avoiding my eyes.

I blinked a few times, staring at her, breathing in as my hands formed fists. I could feel my nails digging gently in my palms and the word escaped my mouth in a yell. "WHY?"

"BECAUSE I LOVE YOU OKAY!?"

Silence. All I could hear was the pace of my heartbeats accelerating in my chest. My muscle loosened and I opened my hands as my shoulders fell.

"What?"

My voice was low, almost inaudible.

"I love you Niall. I'm in love with you." she added, swallowing hard. "I've always been. Since the day I found out what love was, I knew the love of my life was you. I didn't stop loving you, not even half a second. It's always been you, and no one else."

"That makes... no sense." I whispered, shaking my head and taking a step back despite myself.

"Except it makes all the sense in the world, Niall, don't you think?" I watched her tilt her head on the side and it hit me just how vulnerable she looked. "Don't you think we make sense?"

"As best friends, yea." I explained now completely calm. "As.. maybe a bit more than that, sure. We make sense as ambiguous best friends that people question, okay, I get that."

I stared at her, unsure if my heart had stopped or was going too fast for me to feel the beats. Weirdly, I wanted to take her in my arms and beg her to take her words back so everything could go back to normal. Why didn't I see this before? Or did I? Why didn't I want to see this before?

Her emotions changed, her face softening but also turning into a sad expression. I felt like shit, I felt out of place, I felt guilty... and all these feelings couldn't seem to make me find the right words.

"But Olivia, you and I? As a couple?" I shook my head, raising my eyebrows and bringing my shoulders up. "No, it doesn't make sense. It wouldn't work."

I was searching for her eyes but she was avoiding any contact and we remained motionless and in silence for a few minutes. It was awkward and I couldn't put a finger on the last time it was awkward between us.

"Do you love me, Niall?"

Her eyes finally met mine and my lips parted at her question. I pushed my hands deep in my pockets and shook my head slightly.

"You always ask me that question. My answer is still the same."

She took a step closer and my gaze followed her. The closer her body was getting, the harder my heart was beating. Why did this have to happen?

"I mean real love."

She didn't try to add anything else, we both knew what she meant and we both knew I was avoiding the question. She took an other step closer and I looked down in her eyes as her chin moved up. My eyes roamed in her face, trying to memorize every single detail : the way her tin lips were slightly parted, the way her green eyes had an halo of gold around the pupils, the way her button nose moved up delicately when she talked. I brought one of my hands to her cheek, slowly and gently, and ran my thumb on her skin. She looked on the verge to cry and I didn't want to admit that I felt tears coming, too. I was losing my best friend.

"I can't." I just said, taking a step back and feeling my hand slip from her face before letting my arm fall. "I'm sorry."

I sighed and closed my eyes for a few seconds, trying to stop my whole body from throbbing and finally just shook my head before turning around.

"Niall..."

I swallowed hard and breathed in without turning back to look at her.

"I'm sorry."

And then I did the worst thing I could have done. I left.

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My whole body was burning and throbbing and I stopped running as soon as I was out of her building, holding myself on my knees with my hands, my eyes closed. It felt horrible, like I was trapped in a closed elevator in-between two levels... like I was stuck in a secluded and locked place without being able to get out. I had a hard time breathing and I tried to concentrate on inhaling and exhaling to get back to normal.

It took a while but when my crisis was over, I moved up again and searched for my phone in my pockets. I realized my hands were shaking when I tried typing a message but I finally hit 'send'. It took me longer than I thought but I eventually found a cab and ended up in bar, sitting on a stool and drinking a beer. I was twisting it in my hands without tasting it, probably warming the liquid with the palm of my hand pressed on the bottle. I felt someone sit next to me but it's only when I heard his voice that I looked up.

"Six tequila shots." Louis ordered, looking at the barman before turning to look at me and then back at the man behind the counter. "No wait, make it eight, please and thank you."

"Oh I'm not getting drunk." I pointed out with a frown.

"Fuck yes you are." Louis chuckled. "I'm seeing your face and you clearly need it. What happened? You broke up with Maya?"

I scoffed and looked back at my beer, taking of sip of it and grimacing slightly.

"That's not why I asked you to meet here, I just needed company."

I was not sure if it was a lie or if it was only half a lie but it didn't matter. Louis knew me too well and when he laughed, I knew he didn't believe anything I said. The barman came back and aligned the eight shots in front of us as Louis handed him a bill and my eyes roamed on the shots slowly.

"Let's drink half of them then you can tell me what the fuck is wrong Neil, okay?"

I rolled my eyes at the nickname and grabbed one, quickly downing it and turning the shots around, putting it back on the counter with a light thud before grabbing the other one and doing the same. My throat was burning because of the alcohol and so were my eyes but there was clearly no link with the shots. I rubbed both my eyes and sighed again but when I turned to Louis, he was waiting.

"Olivia told me she loved me."

Louis blinked a few times and shook his head.

"Okay... and?"

I opened my eyes in surprise. I had expected a different reaction : a loud laughter, a shocked expression, or even a grimace... but indifference? No, I hadn't seen that coming at all.

"And?" I repeated, raising my eyebrows. "She loves me, Louis. She LOVES me."

This time, Louis laughed and shook his head, pushing an other shot on the counter to get it closer to me.

"Because you're gonna tell me you didn't know before she told you?"

He grabbed a shot and brought it to his lips. I watched him as he swallowed the third and the fourth, grimacing and finally turning to look at me. I was not really sure why it was Louis I had called. Probably because he was the first contact I found, or maybe because I knew he was going to tell me things the way he sees them. He was going to tell me what I needed to hear, not what I wanted to hear.

"N-No..."

"Then you're a fooking idiot, Niall."

"Thanks Tommo, that really helps." I let out with sarcasm, raising my nose and drinking my last shots before grabbing my beer again.

"So, you two are dating now?" he asked, taking the cigarette from behind his ear to place it between his lips.

My face twisted in an other grimace and my nose raised up at his words as he took his lighter out of his pockets. I watched as he lighted it up and inhaled a long puff, letting the smoke come out from his nose. I was not even sure it was allowed to smoke in this bar.

"No, of course we're not dating. I don't.. We're not..." It seemed like I couldn't finish my sentence and I sighed a bit too loud.

"Let's face it Niall. The only thing that would change if you two started dating would be holding hands and having sex. It doesn't sound too terrible does it?"

He tapped on his cigarette and the ash fell on his napkin before he licked his lips. I tried to think about having sex with Liv every day and holding her hand... I tried to think about cuddling her at night, dancing with her in the living room, having conversations in the AM all the time. Louis was right, most of those were things we already did.

"But dating means love, it means a steady relationship, it means being faithful and owing your time and heart to someone. it implies a lot more than I can give her. I can't give her that."

"Can't or won't?"

"I hate you, Tommo." I groaned, grabbing my beer again and drinking what was left of it.

"You're scared, that is pretty obvious." Louis said, his lips moving a bit as he shrugged. "But it's time you man up and admit how you feel. Or i'm telling you, mate. You're gonna lose her. And this time, it may be forever."

#niall horan #niall horan fluff #niall horan smut #niall horan fan fic #niall horan fanfic #niall horan fanfiction #niall horan story #niall horan writing #my fanfics #amc #i just want to post the next chapter tbh!!!

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“i'm sorry she never got her miracle. “she did get her miracle, London, her miracle was you.” ― Nicholas Sparks, A Walk to Remember

beaufort, south carolina, isn’t as special as the people and the stories in it. i doubt you’d ever find it on a map looking for it purposely. even on the off chance you find it accidentally the town holds no real meaning. not unless you live there and grow up inside. only then will you know it’s meaning, and even sometimes not everyone really knows --- A WALK TO REMEMBER,

claudia is jamie. a shy girl who sticks to herself. a shadow but always there.

harlow is london. an outgoing girl who has the weight of the world on her shoulders.

“it all made perfect sense, and at the same time, nothing seemed to make sense at all.”

jamie likes to tutor students after school. london’s only there because she’s facing punishment. clean up the neighboring school every other day and navigate a messed up leg while she was at it. it’s then and there that their paths cross though london’s less open to the idea, jamie extends an olive branch her way with a soft smile. she has a reason for it. she just wants to witness a miracle. maybe it’s as little as seeing the girl who is always angry, just smile once because . . . because jamie wanted her to smile. nothing more, nothing less. right?

over next few weeks, jamie and london become friendly enough to have a few chit chats and when jamie thinks they’re becoming friends, london does the opposite. “nice sweater.” one of london’s friends said, jamie didn’t think it was a joke but london knew. oh she knew.

jamie was always wearing that same old sweater. it seemed to be a staple in her wardrobe. everywhere london looked she could see jamie wearing it -- except while on stage at church, singing the hymns. she’s not sure what inspired her to make the decision the use the sparse money she had to buy jamie another one but it’s an olive branch from london herself this time. instead of a faded green sweater, jamie shocks london when she actually wears the baby soft pink sweater to school. meanwhile london’s friends have noticed a change in london which sets in motion cruel words and a prank no one will forget for all the wrong reasons.

london’s friends make jamie over using photoshop. goodbye good church girl jamie and say hello to “harlot with a body” jamie. it’s then that jamie feels as if her stomach is going to come up through her throat. she’s not sure what happens but one minute she’s panicking and the next she’s being comforted by london after london had decked her so called friend in the face.

jamie wasn’t sure when it happened -- could it be that first day london actually spoke to her? or when she stood up for her? or when london kissed her in front of the entire school during a play that didn’t even call for a kiss? but jamie loved london. oh, she loved london with all her heart! maybe she had always had a crush on her . . . but jamie had to tell her the truth; as to why she was so tired and why she couldn’t do this anymore. jamie had leukemia and treatments weren’t working anymore. there’s a threat looming -- JAMIE’S DYING and london couldn’t take that.

“aren't you frightened?" somehow i expected her to say no, to say something wise like a grownup would, or to explain that we can't presume to understand the Lord's plan. she looked away. "yes," she finally said, “i’m frightened all the time." "then why don't you act like it?" "i do. i just do it in private." "because you don't trust me?" "no," she said, "because i know you're frightened, too.”

the truth is, london loved jamie too. she loved jamie enough to visit her estranged father who lived with her step mother and beg him to help jamie. fought with him even and when that got nowhere, she ran for her life. she wasn’t sure if she’d go home again but she did, crashing into her mother’s waiting arms. her father did try but in the end all he could do was keep jamie comfortable. in the end maybe that mattered most but there were still things on jamie’s list.

london wasn’t sure if her father would even speak to her, being a christian man and all. the church and the town were small. people might talk . . . but that didn’t matter when the first thing on jamie’s list of things to do before she died was be married in the church just as her parents had been. jamie’s father gave london his blessing.

in the end jamie died with her miracle -- though it took london visiting jamie’s father again for her to know that detail. jamie’s miracle had been london.

@deathlyharlows

#﴾ sometimes home has a heart beat. ﴿ harlow #a walk to remember au #sort of #gay tw #death tw

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Tempt My Trouble - FP Jones | Riverdale

Fandom: Riverdale Pairing: FP Jones x Female!Reader Warnings: age gap (reader is 18), drinking, passionate kissing, rough kissing Word Count: 1952 Summary: The reader gets really drunk at a party and encounters FP, a person she knows has a mixture of unexplained feelings towards her. Feelings and desires. Song: Tempt My Trouble by Bishop Briggs

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The music was so loud. It filled every nook and cranny of Betty Cooper’s house. The bass thump was like swimming against the current, thrilling yet somewhat unsettling. Hazy chatter could be heard as well as distant laughter. People were dancing and drinking, in the kitchen a group of guys was rummaging through the cupboards for snacks. It was around 12am; maybe a little later. Honestly, it was a mystery no neighbour called the sheriff. You were on the dance floor. As always, in between all of the sweaty bodies of Riverdale High students. Since you were a Senior and only weeks away from graduation, this would be one of your last high school parties. The thought made you sad. You weren’t ready to leave Riverdale High. You weren't ready to move on. That’s why right now you were quite drunk. The heavy liquor flowing through your veins, making you forget why you’re worrying in the first place.

And you’re dancing, dancing to music so loud it almost makes you deaf. Almost being the key word because as your hips are swaying to the beat of the song your hear Betty calling for Jughead. “Juggie!” When there is no reply she calls him again. Normally, when you're in deep state of intoxication you wouldn't take notice, however, while calling out for Jughead, Betty found you and said something that made you jump straight back to reality. “Y/N, have you seen Jughead? His dad is here.” You shook your head slowly. You didn’t even take notice of what Betty said before she walked away. FP was here. He was here. Before you could react. Before you could walkaway or hide somewhere, anywhere at all, FP appeared amidst the drunk teenagers. The brooding look on his face made you week in your knees. There was a sense of seriousness about him. He clearly didn’t feel comfortable. After all, he was now the only adult in a house full of unbelievably inebriated teens. He looked around hoping to find Jughead, instead his eyes landed on you. “Damn it.” FP cursed under his breath. You looked stunning to say the least.

A little while back you stopped by the trailer to borrow some book Jughead promised you, however, it was FP that answered the door. A sly smile hung on his lips. “Well, if it isn’t my favourite Riverdale High cheerleader.” You rolled your eyes as he invited you in. “I’m just here to borrow something of Jug.” You shot him a smile and he couldn't help but smile back before slouching down on the couch and taking a swing of his beer. “I guess my son forgot to mention he’s going on a date with Betty.” He pointed to the couch on his left while taking another swing of his beer. “But you’re welcome to wait for him here. I can be great company.”

He grinned at you, a hint of mischief spread across his features. You ignored it however and nodded at his proposition. You had a suspicion for quite some time now that FP felt something for you. Jughead even joked about it a few times with Archie. Although, you never took much notice to any of their remarks. “Boys will be boys” Veronica would say and we would go back to whatever conversation we had before. Things changed on your 18th birthday. The gang threw you a party at the trailer park with FP as chaperone and the way his gaze would follow you everywhere, intensively, you just knew. From the corner of your eye you could see FP’s study your every movement, very unobtrusively. He took another swing of his beer as you sat and offered you one which you declined.

“I’m not 21 yet Mr. Jones.” Your words rang in his ears. He hated that you unknowingly pointed out how much older he was than you. “Thought we agreed you wouldn't call me that anymore.” He tried to mask his unexplained feelings of attraction towards you with a joke. He had no idea you knew. FP fought back showing any kind of emotion but friendliness. It was extremely difficult since he felt a weird mixture of overwhelming and dangerous intensity towards you. It was insanely stupid on his part. You only turned 18. Not to mention you were one of this horrible towns favourite people. A cheerleader on the student body, homecoming queen, you worked part-time at Pop’s and helped out at the Mayors office. You were pretty much the only thing this town could be proud of. With that being said, there was no way FP could act on any feelings he possessed. It was about as safe as jumping off a cliff with paper wings. The town would crucify him; with his son leading the crowd. Nonetheless, he found you utterly irresistible. “Sorry FP.” You smiled, your eyes sparkling in the dim light. “Habit.” He took another swing of his beer while subtly tracing every inch of your facial features. Ever so carefully avoiding eye contact. To be completely honest, you liked the effect you had on this grown man, the Serpent King. A sense of excitement filled you up from head to toe. All your life you have been the perfect girl. You were the one with the perfect looks, the perfect house with the perfect family. The one with the perfect grades. You hardly did anything that would get you in any sort of trouble. And this thing with FP could get you in a lot of trouble. But it was exhilarating. You wanted the trouble. FP took another drink of his beer and licked his lips before looking back at you. “So how’s school treating you?” Small talk. “Good although I’m sure you already know.” FP simpered at your remark. “The whole town knows how my education is going.” You sighed deeply while looking down at your hands. “You know what FP-” You glanced back up at him. He raised a questioning eyebrow. “-I’ll take that beer.” Over the next few days FP would make any excuse to go down to Pop’s, just so he could talk to you while you worked or simply to walk you home afterwards. It was a very nice gesture on his side plus it made you even more sure of the feelings he had towards you. "Reggie invited me to prom.” You stated bluntly. Not really sure what kind of reaction you were hoping for. FP felt jealousy heating up inside of him. “And?” He asked, curiosity eating him up. He knew damn well what happens at high school proms. He knew what guys like Reggie really want. Although, it was very hypocritical of him to say since he desired the same things. “I said no.” A sigh of relief escaped his lips. “He only asked me because Cheryl turned him down.” There was a brief moment of silence. “I’m probably not going to go at all.” “Why?” You turned your head slightly so you could look at him. “Because it means its actually coming to an end.” There was a hint of sadness in your voice. “You know, that it’s time to move on.” FP understood you completely. After prom it was only a few weeks until graduation and then you would be off to college and he would probably never see you again. In a way it was a good thing. He could hide his feelings for a few more weeks. Once you went off to college it would be easier to move on. But now he was standing in Betty Cooper's house, looking right at you and you looked stunning. Your naturally curly hair was iron straight, hanging loosely down your shoulders. Individual strands covered your face. FP noticed what you were wearing too. It was different than anything he's every seen you in. A tight burgundy tank with lace embroidery paired with high-waisted leather shorts. You could easily grace any billboard or magazine cover, completely outshining photoshopped models. FP felt a tingle rush down his spine as you graciously made your way toward him. There was a certain confidence to you, in your body movements, one that he never really noticed before. “Fancy seeing you here.” A small smile circled around your lips as you looked up to meet his eyes. FP could smell the alcohol on your breath and he smirked. “What happened to not being 21?” He asked sprightly as he recalled a conversation you two had not so long ago. You swayed a little in your spot. “If I remember correctly, I did end up having a beer.” FP couldn't help but snicker. You ran your fingers through your hair and looked up to meet his eyes. His heart was now beating extremely fast. “Y/N” He said softly but was interrupted by you leaning in a little closer. The alcohol that ran through your veins suddenly made you feel more comfortable. FP was the most handsome man you have ever seen. You felt an undeniable attraction towards him and figured it was time to act on it. “Wanna walk me home?” The words were music to his ears. He suddenly forgot why he came to see Jughead in the first place and followed you out the front door. What he was doing was extremely dangerous. Yet he couldn't help himself. He felt an immense attraction towards you. And it grew stronger with every moment you spent together. The two of you walked side by side. But not for long. When there were no more houses around, no more cars, and most importantly no more people, you stopped in your tracks and pulled FP’s arm. A confused look on his face as you pulled him closer. “I know you want to kiss me.” You stated confidently leaving FP dumbfounded. He swallowed hard as you took a step towards him, still holding onto his arm. Your bodies were now touching, chest to chest. He looked down to meet your eyes. A hint of mischief in them that sent FP on a wild craze. “Kiss me.” You said a little softer this time. “Tempt my trouble.” In that moment, FP couldn't hold back anymore. He smashed his lips against yours, exhaling the breath he was holding in. You kissed him back, letting go of his arm and grabbing onto his serpent jacket pulling him even closer. The attraction between you two turned into slow burning passion. Suddenly the cold crisp air didn’t feel so cold anymore. Instead the air surrounding was hot and burned like a flame. Your body was on fire and so was his. FP’s long and muscly arms wrapped around you; trapping you in the fire. The danger of it all excited the two of you even more. He tugged at your clothes as his tongue made it inside your mouth, exploring every corner with great pleasure and a sense of roughness. A small moan escaped your lips which made FP grin. His lips were now on your neck. One of his hands lower, hovering over your arse, while the other tightly gripping your hair. The sensation that he felt was unimaginable. He always imagined what you would taste like, how your body would feel against his. How your lips taste. But this exceeded all expectations. “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do this.” He said in a smoky voice, his hands now holding your face. His warm breath matched yours. “I think I have a faint idea.” You managed to whisper before his lips landed on yours again. Your heart pounding so fast it felt as if it was about to explode out of your chest.

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New Years Babbling From Adam

Well, I think that we can agree that 2018 was a year held together with the devil’s magic and duct-tape. Good riddance to it. While I am still eagerly awaiting Farmer Boys Dot Com – the gay side site to Farmers Only - and wondering why that dating site doesn’t exist yet (can you imagine how bad the commercials would be?) I want to take a few minutes to to talk to all of you.

Once more I was disappointed by the Science Fiction channel’s lack of courage in refusing to air He’s Alive during their annual Twilight Zone marathon. Seriously. Rod Serling foresaw everything that is going on now with that episode and it is now more important than ever. I encourage all of you to seek out the episode on your streaming service of choice, or which ever is currently hosting it, or to deploy your special antennas to find it.

“Where will he go next, this phantom from another time, this resurrected ghost of a previous nightmare – Chicago? Los Angeles? Miami, Florida? Vincennes, Indiana? Syracuse, New York? Anyplace, everyplace, where there's hate, where there's prejudice, where there's bigotry. He's alive. He's alive so long as these evils exist. Remember that when he comes to your town. Remember it when you hear his voice speaking out through others. Remember it when you hear a name called, a minority attacked, any blind, unreasoning assault on a people or any human being. He's alive because through these things we keep him alive.”

There is a message of hope I think we should all appreciate. It is not a new thing, the police being called of Black People for doing everyday things. Barbecuing, cashing a paycheck, talking to their Mom’s in a hotel lobby. It was never a new phenomenon and you need to understand that to fully appreciate the glimmer of hope in this. This shit was always going on, every day, for decades, for generations. Don’t think for a moment that it is new. What IS new and the side of this that gives me hope…. is that it’s news, is that those idiots who call the cops are being singled out and face repercussions. Racists no longer have license to abuse the emergency response system. They are mocked on social media, fired from their jobs and they are the ones who have their face on the nightly news as the wrong-doer.

This is a step in the right direction, but we cannot let them have a moments peace. Keep mocking them on facebook, keep giving them nicknames on twitter. Keep the pressure on companies to not put up with that crap. I am proud of your efforts and your continuing the fight. A good tip for handling your asshole relatives on facebook is to use their own generation against them. Post lyrics to protest songs from when they were teenagers and in their twenties. Remind them that this shit has been going on their entire life and they dropped the ball; they LOST the fight or worse… they gave up or even fought on the wrong side.

Take time to take care of yourself. Go to the movies, or stream one. Go to a park… well, not a national park – for the time being. Some might still be open but every building within them containing a flush toilet is locked up tight, thus making it a FELONY to need to go to the bathroom in a national park at the moment. I’m just going to leave that thought be because yeah… shits ridiculous. Pun intended. Go to an art gallery or a museum. Or just stay in bed all day for a day. 20 hours of sleep can do wonders for the mind. You can’t fight the fight if you are mentally exhausted.

Drink some coco or coffee. Talk to your fiends. Look at the night sky once in a while and not down at your feet. Breath. Hey... just because Tumblr wont let you upload sketches of dicks and nuts and boobs anymore doesn’t mean that you can no longer draw them. Y’all are some twisted fucks and I love it. Might I make a suggestion? When you take pictures of your art use pennies to cover up the “naughty” bits. That way Tumblr can’t ban the post or they’re banning Abraham Lincoln, and it’s not actually showing anything. And I’m sure he’d find his position hilarious. If it’s digital, photoshop a penny in.

On a personal note… please stop PMing or emailing asking me to “do that evil thing I do so well” and be the bad guy. You need to give me time to set that shit up. I can’t just jump to being a villain …. in the way I’ve been asked to be. I need time to deploy minions and move resources into place. It takes, at minimum, a century of planning and preparation. I will not be overthrowing any government for quite a while. By repeatedly asking me this you are only ending up on some watch lists that you really don’t want to be on. My tech guy is good, but he can’t mask all of those requests.

So the psychics are out in force this week. Making their predictions for the coming year. You ever notice how not one one of them ever predicts the protest marches and the rallies? Those who claim to see the future never seem to see the teenagers and the twenty year olds, or the kids. None of them. It’s almost as if they are blind to you guys. Who thinks of the future but not those who make the future? Idiots. Remember that when it gets tiring. You are up against idiots who forget that you ARE the future.

Now go kick death in the nuts.

#New Years

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austenwilliam · 6 years

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To Love Is To Let Go. (Richard Armitage x Reader)

Pairing: Richard Armitage x Reader

Rating: Angst

Disclaimer: I do not own Richard in any way, shape, or form. This is purely for entertainment purposes only. I make no money from this, whatsoever. However, the banner is mine. The image, take from Google was rendered by me in Photoshop. Please do not remove my tag.

Length: 2896 Words.

This was written for @fizzy-custard.

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Fingers wrapped delicately around the champagne flute, she brought it to her lips, sipping the golden liquid slowly. Over the rim of her glass she eyed the other party attendants. Dressed to the nines in their tuxedoes and ballgowns she admired the glitz and the glamour, although it was a little overwhelming. It was far too garish for her liking. That night was to be her first black tie event. She was reluctant to go at first, but Richard had convinced her that she would enjoy it. Fair enough, it took a lot of convincing and almost begging from her other half but in the end, she thought, it was only one night.

For the event he lavished her with the most beautiful gown she could have ever laid her eyes on. It was even more shocking once she had seen the price tag. Stupid man, why could he have not removed it? She scolded inwardly. The dress had cost just as much as her car but again he had managed to convince her that she was worth it, that the price was not an issue. Once she had allowed herself to put it on she almost cried. It fit perfectly, as if when the tailor has sewn the fabric together they had her measurements in mind.

The dress was black, of course, and made of a soft material that hugged her every curve. To save her modesty the gown was graced with lace at the top, covering her shoulders and giving the dress a three-quarter sleeve. The bodice of the dress had a sweetheart neckline that served well to show just enough cleavage to keep them wanting more. It surely had Richard wanting more as the moment he laid eyes on her he could barely keep his tongue in his mouth. He knew her too well, buying her a dress that fit her style perfectly. She felt like a glamourous Morticia, especially after the dress was then paired with the most extravagant jewels. After she had been transformed head to toe by various hair stylists, nail artists and the likes, she barely recognised herself in the mirror.

Placing the glass down on the side, she allowed a waiter to take it away to only then pick up another. At first glance one would wonder why she stood there alone, getting lost in the crowds of the others. It was exactly what (y/n) was thinking, as her crimson lips graced the rim of the champagne glass once again. Instead of being by her side, as promised, Richard had stepped away to talk to fellow actors and various other business men and women.

What irked (y/n) the most was the person Richard had stopped to talk to and had been talking to for the past twenty to thirty minutes, animatedly at that too. Leaving her standing on her own, Richard graced the company of a woman. Not just any woman but a lady that, if stood next to her, (y/n) would look short. Her curves would become rolls and her dress would look like it was pulled from the racks of a charity shop.

The woman under scrutiny was definitely over five foot eight. Whether it was her shoes or not, (y/n) couldn’t tell but the woman definitely towered over her five-three stature. Her legs seemed to go on for days, accentuated by a gown that had a split running up one side. To put it simply, the woman was perfect. This did nothing to ease her mind, especially noting the smile upon Richard’s face. The way it reached all the way up to his beautiful blues, his teeth bared. The pair laughed, at what (y/n) wasn’t sure as she couldn’t hear them both, but it was most likely something funny as the perfect woman wiped a tear from her eye.

It wasn’t so much that she couldn’t trust him but already she felt she was not good enough for him. If she was to compare them both, Richard was fine wine whilst she was the budget kind that you got from the local supermarket, half off. She was not like him at all. He was well read, well spoken and most definitely well dressed. Meanwhile, (y/n) was leaning more towards the alternative side, her wardrobe a little off the scale and darker compared to his. Aside from the dress currently adorning her body, nothing in her cupboard cost over thirty to forty pounds and even that was a stretch. Whilst she did read, it was not the kind of literature that he read. He read the likes of Shakespeare and other kinds of classics. No doubt the woman in his company also read the same books and could quote them word for word.

The event, one she really wished she had stayed away from, did nothing but remind her that she was not from the same world that Richard was. It made her feel sick. Physically. In actual fact, she felt as if she was about to vomit, bringing up the whole of the six-course meal they had earlier enjoyed. Practically throwing the glass down, she held her stomach and left the reception room. She managed to find her way to the garden where a gulp of fresh air instantly cured the storm in her stomach.

Leaning against a nearby wall, she braced herself and took deep breaths. Slightly calmer she looked around. No one was outside apart from the odd smoker. Very much like inside, she was alone. Even after five minutes or so, Richard had not come to find her which angered her. This woman was surely something. It was not like him to be so dismissive of her. Sometimes she could barely get him off of her, especially when he was in one of his lovable moods. Checking her watch, she noticed it was almost eleven at night. Shaking her head, sorely disappointed she picked up part of her gown, helping herself to walk better. She then made her way to what she believed was a back gate, leading on to the driveway of the stately home. Inside Richard looked around frantically. He began to panic as (y/n) had moved from his line of sight. One moment she was standing beside a nearby pillar, the next she was nowhere to be seen. Nervous and worried he excused himself and went to look for her. Room to room he searched but still no luck. His heart raced as his thoughts immediately went to the worst. What if she had been hurt and he didn’t know it. Breathless, he stepped out of the front of the building, turning his head left to right, each time keeping his eye out for her. Left and then right.

Suddenly a very familiar platinum blonde caught his eye. He watched as she slowly walked down the driveway and headed towards the main road. He turned and ran in her direction calling out her name. Pissed off and cold, (y/n) decided to ignore him, having heard him call her name one or two times. She continued walking, at a slow pace, but still, away from him.

Richard finally caught up with her and grabbed her arm, stopping her from walking any further. With a gentle tug he forced her to face him. Immediately he checked her over for any scratches or marks, making sure she was not hurt. When he saw that she was perfectly fine his worry soon turned to anger.

“What were you thinking, making me worry like that! I’ve been looking everywhere for you.” His usual smooth baritones were harsh. She snorted a laugh and ripped her arm from his grasp, folding her own over her chest.

“Why all of a sudden? For the past hour I’ve been standing on my own, watching paint dry whilst you spoke to whatever her name was!” Her own tone matched his, blame and hurt lacing her voice.

“If you must know, she was a co-star for a future project and also, it was not an hour!” He cut off any possible alleyway for her to accuse him of being interested in the woman. “Then why not introduce me instead of leaving me standing there!?” She pointed out, her arms flying out to her sides, shoulders shrugging in a question. “And it was over an hour!”

“I got carried away, I was going to but then you had disappeared!” He firstly admitted but then turned the argument back on her.

“Bullshit, Richard!” She spat, knowing that he was not going to introduce her at all. If anything, all evening he had failed to introduce to any of the people he had spoken to. She wasn’t sure what to think as normally he was such a gentleman. He never left her alone and he would always introduce her as his girlfriend at every other event they attended.

“What was so special about tonight that you couldn’t bring yourself to bring me in to the conversation, tell people who I am?” Suddenly as the questions flew around her head she found herself getting more and more angry. As if he could sense it, his own anger matched hers, un able to believe what she was trying to accuse him of.

For a moment, the couple stood facing each other, seething and silent. Not wanting to take it any further, (y/n) turned back around and continued walking. She needed to get away. Although, it was not going to happen as he took a step-in front of her, blocking her way. “Where do you think you’re going?”

“Home, where else?! I’ve had enough.” She avoided eye contact with him, folding her arms over her chest again. “Just go back inside, I’m pretty sure there are plenty of people waiting to talk to you.”

“I can’t believe this.” He replied, shaking his head. It was as if suddenly the flood gates opened, and rage was not about to let him censor his words.

“All day you have been in such a foul mood about this event.” He started. “From the very moment I mentioned, it you were off. You argued about the dress. You fought your way up here, as if I had dragged you, and then all night you stood there in silence like a child.” She went to open her mouth, but it was clear that Richard was far from finished. His chest heaved, and his eyes almost turned black. He continued to drag her down, going on and on about her protests to his evening. He told her he had done his best to make her feel a part of the night, but she did all she could to go against it. “And then you want to have a go at me for talking to a co-star, trying to accuse me of being interested in her!” (y/n), again, tried to get her own side in but he wasn’t having any of it. He was truly stubborn. If he had something to say he was going to say it and make sure the other person listened.

“What is the problem, tell me now because there is clearly something I’m not doing right!” Silence fell over them both. His sparkling blue, turned icy, glared at her waiting for an answer. N looked around her. She sighed and then her gaze fell to the gravelled earth. “I just- I feel like I am not good enough for you. You are so well defined and amazing, just like everyone else in there. I feel like an outsider, simple and tasteless compared to the rest of you. It’s like I am trying to fit in to a life I am clearly not made for.” “No, you can’t use that on me. You know damn well that you are good enough. You, to me, are perfect and I wouldn’t change anything about you.” Richard’s gaze softened a little, but only a little.

“I’m not perfect. I am far from it and I don’t know why you can’t see it. The effort you have to go through to make sure I am fit for the event. She barely looked like she even tried!” Suddenly her voice caught in her throat, a heaviness coming over her. Her eyes clouded, and tears began to pool in her saddened hues. “Next to you, she looked perfect. She looked like the kind of woman that should be on your arm.” Her voice dropped to almost a whisper. She blinked her eyes shut once and felt a tear escape. For the first time that night she had let go of her pain and let it out. She was tired of comparing herself to others, of the anxiety that crushed her whenever she was out with him.

It wasn’t the first time that they had had a heated discussion regarding her fears. It was not like he didn’t understand, for he was the most caring partner she could have ever asked for. But, no matter what he said or what he did, the tightening feeling of worry that consumed her would not go away. He stepped to her, his anger dispersing, empathy taking its place. She quickly wiped her eyes, not wanting him to see her tears. It was already too late as he caught her cheek in the palm of his hand, the pad of his thumb wiping one away. He then brought her too look at him, to really look at him.

“I really wish you could see yourself through my eyes, then you would see the beautiful woman that I am ever so lucky to have by my side.” He smiled but it was a smile that was sadder than anything. “I wish you could see how much I love you, how much I want you and how much you mean to me. But, I don’t think you ever will.”

Her hand came up to rest over his, leaning in to his warm touch. Her eyes closed. He sighed and leant forward, placing a gentle kiss on her temple, allowing his lips to linger for a moment. He then let his forehead rest on hers. “Maybe, I should give you some space. Just to breathe and get away for a bit.” The words fell from his lips as he dared to say it. He then felt her jolt out of their comfortable embrace. Her body steeled, and her breathing stopped, if only for a second.

“I feel like I do you more damage than good, (y/n). You’re not happy and if it’s me you’re not happy with then some time apart will help you to figure it out.” He dared not look her properly in the eye, his own heart breaking as he made one of the toughest decisions in his life, so far.

“I don’t want to lose you, but if I can’t make you happy then what else can I do but let you go?” His voice broke. “Richard, please…don’t.” She pleaded. Not wanting for them to be apart, even for a moment. She realised she was wrong about everything. She already knew she needed him and that he was the only one to make her happy, but he didn’t believe her as she vocalised it.

He shook as he pulled her into his arms, holding her tight against his chest. His body shook, fear and pain coursing through him. He gently kissed the top of her head, savouring the smell of her hair before reluctantly letting her go. He then took her hand in his, lacing their fingers together and helped her get home. Getting her a taxi, he helped her in and closed the door. He payed the driver and told him the destination.

Coming back to the side of the car, he bent low and stole a final kiss from the open window. The kiss was filled with longing, love and hope. Hope that she would figure out what it was that was making her unhappy and come back to him. (y/n) breathed in his scent, imprinting it on her mind. The taste of his lips, the feel of his hand as he cupped her face in them. Everything. Her heart broke once again. Breaking away from her he then nodded to the driver, urging them on. Not before instructing her once again to take the time to figure herself out, to learn to love herself that little bit more and to trust in him. He only hoped that the saying was true; ‘absence makes the heart grow fonder’. He repeated it to himself over and over as he watched the car leave the driveway, taking her away from him, but hopefully not for good. In the back of the taxi, (y/n) stared down at her hands already feeling empty and cold. She missed him instantly and wanted nothing more than to run back to him, but he was right.

She had done nothing but push him away recently, out of fear of not being good enough for him, resulting in a great strain on their relationship. She needed to go away and find herself again, take the time to miss him and hopefully realise that nothing else mattered but him and their relationship. She had to learn to ignore the outside problems, to trust in him. Most of all, she had to learn to trust in herself.

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stereksecretsanta · 6 years

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Merry Christmas, @ohhalenostilinski!

I'm very happy I got the prompt I did, it gave me a lot of wiggle room to write in terms of plot. Although I couldn't include any smut, I hope you will like it ohhalenostilinski! I tried my best and mostly wrote this based on your request of 'angst with a happy ending'. :)

Read on AO3

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What Gay Erotica Reveals

When Cora had gotten him the book, he’d scoffed, a scowl marring his features. Derek had been immensely amused but refused to show it. Instead, he thanked her offhandedly and put the book in his bedside drawer, somewhere where it would be safe from the rest of the pack. They would tease him forever if they found him in possession of gay werewolf erotica (he still had no idea how Cora even found this).

He never intended to read it and, after several months, he forgot it existed.

It was on a particularly bad day, one that started out shitty and ended even shittier, that he decided to give it a chance, on a whim. He’d had an argument with Stiles, yet again. Stiles had insisted on being bait for the latest human-eating monster of the week and Derek had adamantly refused. Stiles, self sacrificing idiot that he was, always seemed to forget that he was human and did not heal like the rest of the werewolves. For as long as they’ve known each other, Derek has tried his hardest to keep Stiles away from the crossfire but that seemed to make the human even angrier.

Stiles definitely did not like being excluded, even when it was for his own safety. It was a subject of great discourse between the two of them, causing them to constantly butt heads and argue. Stiles wanted to help but Derek wanted him safe. Stiles wanted to protect them but Derek wanted to protect him . Stiles hated him, but Derek… he loved the human.

It hurt him, knowing that Stiles loathed him. He always tried to mask his pain, or at least he tried his best to do so. The rest of the pack always seemed to know, so in tuned with their Alpha that any shift in his emotions was obvious to them. They would give him pitying looks, ones he ignored every time he was pulled into another argument with Stiles.

They fought each other with words and sometimes, even when he tried to hold back, it would get physical. They would push and shove each other. That day, Derek had accidentally used more strength than he anticipated, shoving Stiles hard against the wall. He’d clenched a hand in the human’s collar, practically lifting him off his feet. They’d been so close, Derek could hear his heart beating rabbit fast, see the golden amber color of his eyes flash in anger.

Then, so quick it was almost imperceptible, Stiles smelled of fear. Derek had dropped him immediately, stepping back and leaving a large space between them, heart pounding. He felt his blood run cold, hands clammy with cold sweat, knowing he’d been the source of Stiles fear. Now, not only did Stiles hate him, he feared him.

It was like a bucket of ice water had splashed over him, and he felt himself deflate, shoulders hunched and head down. All of the anger was gone, and he was left with a sense of empty despair, knowing he always hurt the people he loved. He’d turned around, refusing to meet Stiles eyes.

“...Derek?” Stiles’ voice wavered, his tone uncertain as he stared at Derek’s tense back.

“Go home Stiles.” Derek gritted out between clenched teeth, shutting his eyes so that he wouldn’t have to see Stiles’ leave him. The human seemed to remember his anger then, and left the loft in a huff, slamming the door on his way out. It had been a bad day, even for him. So, in an effort to try and forget the mess he’d made of his relationship with Stiles, he decided to read the gay erotica Cora had bought him. He figured he could at least garner some amusement from it, even if he thought erotica was the garbage of human literature and should not be read by anyone with any form of intellect. Despite the widespread belief within the pack that he was the strong and silent type, he prided himself in his capabilities to hold up an in depth discussion on just about any genre of book. He loved reading. After the fire, he read as a way to cope, to lose himself in the lives and stories of others so he wouldn’t have to live his. Eventually, he started healing through reading, using it as a form of therapy. He learned from the characters and he grew up with them. He used them as models of how he should deal with his grief, each story lessening the burden on his shoulders just a little bit more.

It saved him when he needed it most. He could, and would rant on about the horrors of erotica, including the glorified sexual abuse aspects of it and the many emotionally manipulative relationships that the books portrayed. It brought up bad memories of Kate and that was something he didn’t want.

Sighing, Derek sat up against his headboard, laid comfortably on the mountain of pillows on his bed. The book looked quite normal from the outside, without the usual horrendously photoshopped covers. It was instead a brown textured, faux leather bound book. The only indications of the author’s identity was their pen name, S.S. He lightly traced his fingertips over the gold embezzled title as he tried to hold in a laugh at the cheesy name. Release the Beast was spelled out, in beautiful cursive writing, hilariously classy even when the subject of the book was most likely all porn involving werewolves.

Finally, he cracked open the book settling in for a long and painful read.

xxxxxx

Derek closed the book, letting it fall slack in his grip as he tried to hold back the tears in his eyes. That was...not what he had expected. The story, despite it’s inclusion in the Erotica genre, had been emotional, fun, and most of all, it was beautiful. There were many parts of it that Derek resonated with and he felt like he related with the main character’s love interest Darren. He’d expected an erotica scenario involving all werewolves. Instead, it’d been a rather harrowing tale featuring more than one supernatural creature and the main romance was between a werewolf and a human. They had fallen in love, through many trials and tribulations. They’d hated each other at first but learned to coexist and later love each other. This book was apparently a two part series, though the ending left the readers with implications that the main character Stefan was going off to college and Darren was going to break up with him. It hit...a little too close to home. As he’d read, he’d noticed startling similarities between the main character and Stiles, enough that midway through he started imagining it was them in this story. It was perhaps a bit embarrassing, how willingly he daydreamed and lost himself in a love story between him and Stiles. It was painful too, knowing it was something he could never have. Stiles hated him, and Derek didn’t believe he was good enough for the human. It was better if Stiles left Beacon Hills completely, and never came back. Staying here, with the pack, he was constantly dragged into dangerous situations and injured. Derek didn’t want to imagine a world where Stiles didn’t exist, killed by one of the many monsters they constantly had to face. No, it was better if Stiles went to college, far from this madness. Just like Darren, Derek would have to distance himself from Stiles so that the human would willingly leave. Except in his case, he didn’t need to do that, since Stiles didn’t want to be in his presence even on the best of days.

Derek settled in, eyes heavy with sleep and heart just as weighed down. At least Darren had gotten a taste of what it was like to be in a relationship with the person he loved. Derek would never have that.

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It was several weeks after he first read the first book that he decided to look up the author to see if the second book was out yet. To his dismay, there was practically nothing on the author and this was the only book they’d written, with vague promises from their publishers that a sequel was coming soon. He was hopeful, and very invested in the storyline even if he felt slightly ashamed of it. He wanted to know what happened with Darren and Stefan. He wanted them to have a happy ending. After they dealt with the monster, with Stiles finally getting his way and acting as bait, Derek tried his best to put the book to the back of his mind. Sometimes, he would re-read it, almost as a guilty pleasure. Before long, the book was thumbed through and crinkled, well used in a way that all his favorite books shared. He was also incredibly curious as to who the author was. In between all the made up lore in the story, there were some parts that were worryingly true, as if the author had experienced those circumstances before. Considering that half the time Darren and Stefan were thrown into life threatening battles, it was a little alarming. The author seemed incredibly knowledgeable on supernatural entities, to a degree that indicated they were probably a supernatural creature themselves, or knew people. He’d thought about asking Cora where she found the book, that maybe she could give him some answers. However, he quickly dismissed that idea, knowing Cora would never let him live it down if she found out he’d actually read the book she gave him as a gag gift. Thus he was stuck waiting, pining after that sequel and periodically checking the interwebs for any news on the book. He’d also tried his hardest to avoid Stiles, knowing the human feared him. Derek didn’t want to hurt the human, and if his presence was enough to make Stiles uncomfortable, then he would remove himself from his life. It made his wolf whine in pain, heart breaking at the thought of avoiding the person he held so dear. Of course, Stiles instantly noticed this avoidance and started badgering him about it. He’d asked why at first but when Derek didn’t give him any answers, he’d started retaliating by ignoring the alpha as well. Derek knew it made the pack uncomfortable. They could smell the sadness from Derek. Stiles constantly smelled of anger and hurt during pack meetings, arms crossed and eyes glaring at Derek from across the room. He wasn’t even trying to be subtle, Stiles was fed up with Derek’s bullshit. Despite all this, he grit his teeth and persisted, ignoring the instincts within him that practically screamed and snarled at him to be with Stiles. To bask in the human’s presence and to take care of him. In the end, it didn’t matter what he wanted. He needed Stiles to feel safe.

xxxxxx

The day that changed his life, and his whole perspective, started like any other. He’d gotten a call from Scott, and parsed that a new monster had showed up at the preserve and they were trying to gather information on it before it attacked. They’d assigned Stiles to his usual job of researching and figuring out what exactly this new intruder was, and also how to kill them if they turned out to be malevolent. Unfortunately, Stiles had been the one to discover the monster. Reckless human that he was, he’d decided it was an excellent idea to go look for herbs in these potentially monster infested woods. Instead of finding the wolfsbane he’d wanted to experiment with, he’d found what looked like a half bird, half woman creature. He’d barely escaped with his life, batting the creature away as it swooped at him with his trusty magic baseball bat. When Scott told him this, he’d almost crushed his phone, worry and panic racing through him. Stiles was probably injured from this encounter, and no one in the pack bothered to check on the human. Instead, they’d immediately put him to work doing research. God, he felt like such a failure as an alpha. Pack wasn’t supposed to be like this. Pack was supposed to look out for each other, and if he had to be the first one to reach out, then so be it. Part of it was self serving, he was giving in to his instincts to reach out to Stiles and just envelop the human in safety. To make sure he was fed and safe. Uninjured. He could use this recent incident as an excuse to check up on him, and though a part of him still warned against interacting too much with Stiles, he gave in. It’d been too long and his wolf was getting exhausted from the negative emotions Stiles always felt around them.

Derek climbed through Stiles’ bedroom window, silent as he dropped down into a crouch. Stiles seemed to be working on something on his computer, headphones on and chewing absentmindedly on the string of his hoodie. Derek sighed, running a hand down his face as he straightened up. Stiles oral fixation always caused him varying degrees of frustration, it made him want to do things to the human. Things he refused to let himself want.

He walked over to Stiles, carefully leaning over him and reading the words on Stiles’ screen. Derek was ill prepared for what he read, since he’d expected Stiles to be researching their newest monster. If he’d known Stiles was doing something personal, he would have never invaded his privacy.

It was then that Darren realized he could do better than a spastic teen like Stefan. Their relationship wasn’t worth all the trouble. He knew what he had to do.

“Let’s break up.” Darren said, voice gruff as he-

“What?” Derek couldn’t help but let the word fall out of his mouth, his brain too shocked to comprehend what was now clear to him.

Stiles jolted in his seat, finally alerted to Derek’s presence by the puff of breath against the back of his neck. The human flushed and threw his arms out towards the screen almost knocking the entire thing over. He spared an arm to quickly tug down his headphones before putting both arms back on the screen. Futilely trying to cover the words. “What the hell, Derek?” Stiles hissed out, his eyes narrowed into a glare even as his blush revealed his true embarrassment. “What have we said about climbing into underage teenager’s rooms like a creeper?” Derek ignored the comment, his brain still attempting to wrap itself around this discovery. “You’re the author.” Derek whispered out, almost breathless as he started connecting the dots. “I’m Darren.” The werewolf couldn’t help the laugh of disbelief that left him, slowly backing away from the desk until the back of his knees hit the bed. He let the weight of his discovery pull him down onto the bed, still too shocked to meet Stiles’ eyes. “Wh-” Stiles smelled of panic for a split second, his eyes darting around the room as if to search for the nearest escape route. That was until Derek’s words caught up with him. Suddenly, the human’s eyes sharpened and focused on him, mouth dropping open slightly.

“You read my book.”

Derek flinched back, both at the fact that Stiles now knew he’d read his book and also because Stiles had just confirmed what he feared. Derek wasn’t stupid. If Darren was him, then Stefan was most likely…

“Yes.” The werewolf confirmed, there was no point denying it now. “It was… good.” Derek reluctantly admitted, his hands fisted tightly into Stiles’ bed sheets, still refusing to meet the human’s eyes. Instead of making fun of him, like Derek had expected, Stiles seemed to relax and let his arms fall away from the screen. “Oh.” The human lit up suddenly, posture straightening. Stiles pointed a finger at him, his grin wide and smug. “You read gay erotica!” Ah, there it was. The mocking begins. He knew it was too good to be true. Stiles wouldn’t just let this particular piece of information go.

“I don’t read gay erotica.” Derek retorted, feeling the urge to sniff in disdain. “Cora gave it to me so I read it.” “Whatever dude,” Stiles waved his hands, as if to dismiss Derek’s defensive words. “You read it so it still counts.” “Don’t call me dude.” Derek growled under his breath, hating that even when Stiles frustrated him, it was still endearing. There was a short moment of silence, both lost in their own thoughts before Derek decided to confront Stiles on the issue that’s been bugging him this whole time.

“You wrote a love story. About us.” Derek gestured between them, his mind still trying to wrap around the fact that Stiles most likely didn’t hate him. In fact, it seemed like the human had romantic feelings for him. It was mind boggling.

Stiles spluttered, his mind racing as he tried to come up with an excuse. “It’s not about us.” He quickly blurted out, cursing when Derek gave a pointed look at Stiles chest where his heart had skipped and betrayed his lie. “It’s fine, Stiles. I’m not angry about it.” Derek tried to reassure the human, not quite sure why Stiles was so nervous. “I just… didn’t know.” Derek didn’t elaborate. He wasn’t sure himself what he wanted to say or ask. He didn’t know anything. He didn’t know why Stiles seemed to like him. He didn’t know why Stiles wrote gay erotica. There was just so much he didn’t know.

“Sure.” Stiles scoffed, his lips twisting into a hurt grimace as he took Derek’s words the wrong way. “Of course, you would have never expected this. Because someone like me could never be with someone like you, right?” “No I-” Derek closed his eyes as he tried to gather his thoughts, his words failing him yet again. When he opened them, Stiles was watching him closely, body tense. He knew that he could hurt the human easily, if he wanted to. And Stiles seemed to expect it. However, Stiles’ words couldn’t be further from the truth. “I thought you hated me.” That seemed to startle Stiles, a frown and bewildered look crossed his face as he leaned back in his chair. “I never- why would you think that?” Derek looked away, a grimace rising unbidden as he clenched his hands in his lap. He didn’t want to admit it. He didn’t want Stiles to confirm how much he hated and feared him. “Derek?” Stiles whispered quietly, both a question and worry in his words. At Derek’s silence Stiles stood up and slowly kneeled down between Derek’s legs, his hands cautiously stroking over Derek’s. Slowly, his hands unfurled from their tense clench, and he allowed the human to lightly hold his hands. It wasn’t until he’d relaxed that Stiles brought a hand up and grabbed his chin, gently turning Derek’s head so that now they were looking at each other properly.

“Why do you think I hate you?” Stiles asked again more firmly, his honey gold eyes searching Derek’s own heavy gaze. Derek closed his eyes and sighed, his hands slack in the human’s grip. “You always smell like fear around me.” It hurt to say out loud, and it was still something he was ashamed of. He never wanted his pack to fear him. Especially not Stiles.

When Stiles stayed silent, Derek finally opened his eyes again, watching as Stiles smiled sadly. “You’re not the only one that has issues. I’m not afraid of you Derek. I’m afraid of being hurt by you. I’m afraid of you finding out about my feelings.” Stiles let out a harsh laugh, looking away as his eyes glistened with unshed tears. “I tried so hard to hide it, but it was all for nothing. Now you know.” The human shrugged, standing up in an attempt to step away from Derek. The werewolf grabbed onto his arms and pulled him close again, cradled in between Derek’s legs as he stood. “How does our story end?” Derek asked, his voice rough as he felt hope for the first time in forever. Stiles stared down at him, a puzzled frown on his face. “Darren realizes that Stefan wasn’t worth the trouble. They go their separate ways and Darren finds another person to love.” Derek’s hands tightened on Stiles’ arms briefly, before sliding down to hold his hands. “And what about Stefan?” Finally, Stiles looked away, feeling a lump in his throat as he fought back the wave of emotions he felt. “He’s only ever loved Darren. And will never love another.” The words were said in a pained whisper, the quiet only broken by Stiles’ harsh breaths as he tried to hold in his sobs. “Ok.” Derek replied back, voice soft as he gently tugged Stiles until the human fell into his lap. He wrapped his arms tight around Stiles, rubbing his back comfortingly even as Stiles clung to Derek.

“Derek.” Stiles forced out the name, hiding his face in Derek’s neck as he felt his tears wet his cheeks. “If you’re going to reject me, this isn’t making it any easier.”

A fond, soft smile, lit up Derek’s face, the affection clear in his words. He nuzzled into Stiles’ neck, breathing in deep the unique smell that was Stiles. The human shivered in his arms at the tickling sensation and melted a little more into Derek’s embrace. “What makes you think I’m going to reject you?” Stiles sat up quickly, almost hitting Derek’s head with his own. He stared down into Derek’s eyes, searching for any signs that Derek was joking. “Do you…?” He didn’t know what to ask. Did Derek feel the same way? Or was this just something casual. He didn’t think he’d be able to survive only having Derek for a few fleeting moments before the werewolf inevitably moved on to someone better. For once he was speechless, and Derek seemed to understand. The werewolf chuckled lightly, amusement and happiness shining in his eyes as his lips pulled up into a teasing grin. “I think we should write our own story. One where we’re both in love and have been in love with each other for a while now. But we’re both idiots so we never realized.” “What?” Stiles asked, almost jumping out of Derek’s lap in his excitement. “You love me?” Derek rolled his eyes, tugging Stiles back down as he tried to get the human to settle. “Yes.” There were still many reasons why they shouldn’t be together, ones that Derek has been telling himself for years. But in that moment, nothing else mattered. Stiles loved him, and it was a heady rush of endorphins, knowing that the human he loved and respected felt the same way about him. Stiles seemed to deflate suddenly, biting his lips in a nervous gesture as he stared down at Derek’s lap. “Are you sure? I mean, would you even want to date me? Wait are we even at the dating stage or am I moving too fas-” Derek shut him up with a kiss, muffling any further protests. Stiles eagerly ran a hand through Derek’s hair, grabbing onto the strands as the kiss successfully distracted him. Derek licked into his mouth, taking the opportunity to tug gently at Stiles’ lower lip.

When they finally pulled away from each other, Stiles lips were swollen, and his eyes were glazed over.

“Yes.” Derek spoke with a deeper voice than usual, the heavy kissing from before more arousing than he cared to admit. “Huh?” Stiles absently responded, tongue flicking out to lick his lips lightly. Derek’s eyes darkened with want when he noticed, barely holding onto his urge to kiss Stiles again. “Yes to everything. With you.” Derek clarified, smiling even as he pressed kisses to Stiles’ bared neck. “I-oh okay.” Stiles stuttered out, hips moving without his permission as he ground down into Derek’s lap. They both groaned and Derek placed both hands on Stiles hips to lift him slightly, stopping the human. “Not now.” Derek gritted out, his heavy breathing belying how affected he truly was by the situation. “Later, I want to make sure we do everything right.” He needed Stiles to understand just how important he was to Derek. He would not touch the human until they’d at least established some boundaries. “But Derek-” Stiles whined as he tried to move his hips, moaning even louder when Derek’s grip tightened. Derek let out a frustrated groan, thanking the gods for his ironclad will, honed by years of interacting with Stiles who was a natural tease. “No.” Derek responded, firm in his decision to at least date Stiles first before they got physical. “Dates first.” “Fine.” Stiles couldn’t help but pout, sliding off of Derek’s lap and flopping down onto his back beside him. He tugged until the werewolf also laid down, taking the opportunity to snuggle in close, stealing Derek’s warmth. They both yawned, the events of the last hour finally catching up with them. As they both drifted off into a comfortable sleep, Stiles muttered some words that made Derek smile, his hands holding Stiles close. “I’m going to date you so hard, Derek Hale, you won’t even know what hit you.” “I look forward to it.”

xxxxxx

Months later, Derek was given a Christmas present that startled a laugh out of him. The pack had crowded around the gift, curiosity driving them to poke and prod at the book. Stiles looked on, smug, and wiggled his eyebrows suggestively at Derek as the pack investigated the present he’d given the werewolf. When they finally passed back the leather bound book to Derek, he smirked, and traced the title and words embezzled on the front cover with a reverent finger. Tamed and Claimed

By S.S. for my Sourwolf

Fin

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Battle #14

Streetheart: Under Heaven Over Hell ( Side Two )

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The Ramones: Subterranean Jungle ( Side Two )

Streetheart: Under Heaven Over Hell ( Side Two )

Streetheart is a Canadian rock band, originally from Regina, Saskatchewan but now based in Winnipeg, Manitoba. This is their second album, and immediately after it’s release 2 members dropped out to join Loverboy. Despite tours with several large hard rock contemporaries like Rush, A/C D/C, and Toronto, the band just didn’t catch on here in the U. S. They have achieved much success in Canada and are more widely recognized there. The label must have thought highly enough of the band to have Hipgnosis (a popular art collective known for album art) work on the cover. I have to admit that I was a little let down. I had never heard of this band and took a gamble expecting rock. I was not wrong but I was surprised by the slight disco influence that seems to present itself. “Star” is the first track and it has disco beats over easy. Cowbell, so some redemption but... it is a very average sounding rocker. “Whose Turn is it Tonight?” Has the making of a single but STILL has those disco bass-ics. Piano meets guitar at studio 54. Here is a sample lyric: “you wanna step outside and fight?” Imagine it rhymed with the title. You get it. It does miraculously get badass the 2nd go around. Speedy and honestly should be the entire song. “Here Comes the Night” has the makings of a ballad. It reminds me of Lonestar. The Welsh band, not the country band. Also the lead singer is a Kim Carnes sounding dude. The last track is “Under my Thumb”. Yes it’s a Stones cover-which apparently got the band some airplay and attention at the time. I should have guessed. I’m not a big stones fan (early stuff, yes, fine) so it only makes sense this band would be influenced by them. Strangely the singer’s voice works for it pretty well. It is a decent version of the tune but I just hate the Stones. Effort is there but to me it’s just meh. Honestly, the pins have been set up for The Ramones, they just have to knock them down.

The Ramones: Subterranean Jungle ( Side Two )

If you’ve read this blog long enough then you know how disappointed I would be if you don’t know who The Ramones are. In fact, you should be ashamed of yourself. But just in case, I will bring you up to speed. Here’s what you need to know: New York City, 1974, fathers of modern pop punk and punk rock in general (although some may argue bands like The Stooges and MC5 helped start that engine). Oh yeah and 1-2-3-4! As in 4 is the maximum number of chords The Ramones use. All of the band members adopted pseudonyms ending with the surname "Ramone", although none of them were biologically related. They were inspired by Paul McCartney of The Beatles, who would check into hotels as "Paul Ramon". Here’s an impressive statistic, they performed 2,263 concerts, touring virtually nonstop for 22 years. Beat that, other bands!!! By the time Subterranean Jungle came out, The Ramones were well established and total machinery at what they do. I’m unclear, as I have never bothered to check, but I am fairly certain none of their albums break the 45 minute mark start to finish. Think 60s pop stripped down, sped up and no commercials in between. The Ramones are also offering up side two today. In my opinion it includes some of 1983’s sleeper hits. One of them is “Psycho Therapy”. I have covered this song and would cover again. It’s flawlessly catchy and succinct. The juxtaposition of the very fast chorus, with the drawn out phrasing of “Psssyyyychooo, Thhheerrraapppy” are prefect. They have a replicated formula for a reason. “Time Has Come Today” is a cover of the Chambers Brothers (? I believe?) classic song about war vets returning, only to be homeless and disrespected. It is a sad tale, and Joey puts a spin on it that warrants the sadness it inspires. It is a bit long for their typical fanfare. It’s okay though because it’s followed by “My-My Kind of a Girl”. A classic Ramones style crooner. There is plenty of tambourine action for you Monkees freaks out there too. In my opinion it’s a big hit buried on the back 9. There is an unusual fake ending that the band generally strays from. Branching out I suppose. At any rate, we head back to pop punk with “In the Park”. Hang out with the gang and have fun, in this quick New York minute trick. “Time Bomb” comes up next and by this point it should be fairly obvious that the Ramones have no clunkers. I don’t even think it’s possible...and it’s all because of the chord elimination! They have uncovered the secret to success!! Fewer chords = greater velocity, which in turn = mega hits!! Actually this one is very mid tempo so maybe not. Or maybe The Ramones just understood that simplicity is better. Ok, ok, ok, so next up is possibly the weirdest, longest, and most unique Ramones title ever. Ready? “Every Time I Eat Vegetables it Makes Me Think of You”. Yes. You know what though? IT’S STILL A PRETTY GREAT SONG!!! It’s a sentimental song that self describes. As is often the case, Joey makes war references, usually WW2. He’s kind of like....just an old republican dude. But they’re the masters of current pop punk so Gabba Gabba hey! What can you do?! This was the last album to officially chart for the band and is coming considered by many to be a return to form after the over the top production of Phil Spector and stray from punk standards on the two preceding albums. Additionally, the cover art is so obviously fake... it’s kind of like photoshop, but before photoshopping exists. (*holds hand up to face to whisper) I guess somebody should have called up Hipgnosis... it’s hilarious though. Love it and love this band.

Today’s matchup saw Streetheart under heaven, but over hell. They burned 122 calories over 19 minutes and 4 songs. That’s a total of 30.50 calories burned per song and 6.42 calories burned per minute. Streetheart earned 6 out of 12 possible stars. The Ramones fought their way out of a Subterranean Jungle (via the subway it seems). They burned 125 calories over 18 minutes and 6 songs. They burned an average of 20.83 calories per song and 6.94 calories per minute. The Ramones earned 15 out of 18 possible stars. Jungle or not, The Ramones are the kings of it today!

The Ramones: “Psycho Therapy” Both live and the official video, because I’m Psycho!

Live. https://youtu.be/VtoD7_lJuF8

Video. https://youtu.be/bej93aPldHE

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Protective | archie andrews

a/n: please please request ideas for short series or one shots!! i like to cater to you guys and sometimes you really do come up with some cool ideas!! love always R🌹

as the years went on you’d think bullying and slut shaming was a thing of the past, you were sadly mistaken. in fact it seemed to get worse and more and more creative as the times went on.

i obliviously walked into school head held higher than normal as i spot Betty and Veronica standing near my locker, smiling brightly i approach them a little bounce in my step as I over to them.

“hey”

i gawk smiling like an idiot, i had my very first date last night with one Reggie Mantle and you think it went rather well. we had a meal at pops and then went to the drive in to watch a movie where we stuffed our faces with junk food and spent the night cuddled up in the back of his truck with some small make out sessions before he dropped me home just before curfew.

I was still grinning, the gang wasn’t very thrilled with the idea of me going they said that he was a stupid football jock that just wanted to get into my pants and last night just proves that they were wrong - for once.

my smile fades as i glance at their concerned expression, i grab my books and close my locker as they glance from their phones to others loitering in the halls before first period before finally glancing at me.

“what?” i laugh glancing the hall to see many eyes on me, i spot Archie his expression the same as the girls.

“okay what the hell happened”

i ask breaking the silence, tapping my fingers against my books growing impatience at their lack of emotions and words.

“will someone please tell me what’s going on!”

i practically yell, Veronica glances at her phone again and i snatch it from her grasp as the red headed boy stops in front of us mumbling a small greeting.

i glance at the phone and see that the photo Reggie had taken off me last night in the drive in cuddle up to him, only he’d modified the picture and photoshopped maple syrup running down my face.

“oh my god” i say my breathe catching in my throat i click on the comments and instantly regret it the words ‘slut’ ‘ugly’ 'whore’ 'attention seeking’ came up regularly along with comments about my weight and seemed liked everything else 'what a freak’ i give Veronica back her phone and sniffle tears pricking my eyes.

I look up to see Betty and Veronica staring me down

“do it say it!! okay 'i told you so’ okay I get it”

the girls shake their heads scrambling for words to comfort me

“forget it” i whisper pushing past them

“(y/n)” i hear archie call but I ignore him keeping my head down as i rush to class, everyone laughing and sharing comments as I pass.

i round the corner and slam into a body, we bump heads and i cuss grabbing my fallen bag and glances to see Jughead concern etched on his face “I saw the picture are you okay?” i sigh sniffling.

“no” i whisper

he places his hand on my shoulder rubbing it soothingly “i didn’t even do anything juggie- Archie’s and the others are just itching to tell me that they were right- again!”

“it’s okay- we know it’s not true. people believe what they want okay you-” jughead tries to soothe me running his hands up and down my arms.

“jughead” we both look up to see the smug look of Reggie

my blood boils and I shove his chest “i can’t believe you” i spit tearing up at the sight of him.

“what’s wrong baby?” he coos placing his hand tenderly on my shoulder i shudder at his touch and rip my shoulder from his grasp “don’t touch me reggie!” i warn.

he steps forward and jughead stands in front of me protectively, he laughs clapping his hands looking to his boys standing behind him “would you look at that” he howls getting up in jughead face.

“don’t even think about it” i seethe standing in front of jughead pushes at reggies chest.

as much as i wanted to cower behind juggie i knew that Reggie wouldn’t flinch punching him and the last thing i wanted was for my best friend to get punched in the face.

“oh c'mon i wasn’t going to punch your little boyfriend” he teases winking at the both of us “he’s not my boyfriend reggie- he’s my friend and i will not let some jerk bully my friends” i shout “or me for that matter”

he bites his lip pulling me into the wall pinning me down “god your hot when your angry” he whispers huskily into my neck.

“get off!!” i yell looking desperately to jughead for help but Reggies boys were holding him hostage.

“i mean it Reggie get off” i yell everyone decides to gather to watch the show, i thrash trying to get out of his grip but it’s useless.

“oh come one little (y/n) you weren’t this shy with me last night” i squirm “your fat ass wasn’t mad when I had my tongue in your mouth” he smirks and i cringe knowing that he was right.

“MANTLE” i head a loud voice

“archie” i say breathless my eyes begging for help

“let her go now” he orders edging closer

“or what andr-” he didn’t get to finish his sentence before archie ran and shoved Reggie off me and onto the floor.

grabbing me by the waist and pulling me into his arms

“so this is your boyfriend?” he howls “Andrews and (y/l/n) nice, I mean Arch buddy you could do way better she’s not much of a 10” he chuckles the group agreeing with him

“you okay” he whispers i nod “im okay now” i smile at him

“hate to break up the love fest but she’s mine archie, her face might not be all that but boy is her body”

the group whistles as they look me up and down taking in every once of me, i felt disgusted and disappointed that I ever thought Reggie was more than a jock with a good body.

the moment didn’t last as reggie grabbed me and shoved me into jughead, that flicks a switch in archie as he punches the boy in the jaw they wrestle around punching other and i yell for them to stop jughead holding me back.

the teachers are alerted and rush over to separate the boys as soon as Archie’s pulled back i run over to him placing my hands on his cheeks examining his face.

“arch” i say sadly glancing at his bruised eye and split lip.

“Andrews, Mantle my office NOW”

“i can’t believe the fought over you!” Ronnie squeals helping me zip up the back of my cheerleading uniform “swoon!” she finishes skipping over to Betty.

“it wasn’t over me, reggie was being an ass and Archie was just being a good friend” i conclude pulling my hair into a half up half down look adding blue ribbon for school spirt.

“have you spoke to him since it happened?” Betty asks sitting in front of me worry filling her voice.

“no, he had detention at lunch” she nods and i feel guilty “he came to see me after school but i just wanted to be alone. ill see him tonight” i try and smile knowing that Reggie would also be at the game.

Veronica touches up my face with a little makeup before the three of us head to school for the pep rally, my mood lifts a little football games were a ritual for me. i loved cheering with B & V and watching Archie play. Often we managed to drag Jughead and Kevin to the games to watch us all tonight that was one of those nights.

we meet the squad in the change rooms and grab our poms poms getting ready to go out onto the field to get the crowd pumped

“you will speak with him before the game right?” Veronica asks me worried, i nod following the girls out onto the field “promise”

“WOOHOO GO THE BULLDOGS” we cheer running and flipping out onto the field hyping the crowd up i spot jughead in the crowd and i jog over to him when Cheryl isn’t looking

“juggie!” i yell catching his attention “have you seen arch?” as the words leave my mouth the bulldogs run through the banner Archie leading the pack with a huge black eye. i glance at him guilty, he doesn’t see me searching through the crowd of river vixen. “ill talk to you later” i tell him he smiles frustrated giving me the 'I know your not okay’ stare.

i jog over to the drinks table where Archie stand his back facing me, i approach place my hand on his shoulder causing him to spin around relief flooding his expression as he realises it’s me.

“oh thank god it thought you weren’t here and i know you love the games and I didn’t want you to not come because of reggie and-” i cut him off placing my hand on his cheek touching the purpleness around his eyes gently.

“oh arch” he’s hand shots up to touch mine “im so sorry” i tell him tearing up

“hey it’s okay-” and just like that he’s swept up onto the field with all the others “arch” i call out trying to get he’s attention.

“hey it’s okay” i feel Betty’s hand on my shoulder “we gotta get ready” i nod turning to face her following her back to the squad getting ready to perform

the game finished miserable as the win was taken away from us in the last 5 minutes, the bulldogs look dull as they exit the field heading to the locker rooms. i sigh and grab my bag walking after the boys i needed to speak with Archie.

“(y/n)” i hear jughead call, choosing to ignore him i walk faster hoping to catch archie before he got into the locker room

“hey!” he yells panting as he catching up to me “ignore me much?” i roll my eyes

“i need to talk with archie okay? now are walking me or not?” i stop glancing at him “fine but yes i am because i swear to god if reggie lays a finger on you” i roll my eyes pulling him behind me

“yeah yeah you’ll kill him”

i push through the crowd of half naked boys as they undress ready to hit the showers, i struggle to find the boy before i spot the familiar red mop of hair. i weave in and out of the crowd before i edge closer to him.

he mustn’t of seen me because he turned and crash into me losing his towel in the process, jughead covers my eyes as Archie scrambles to re adjust his towel “(y/n) jughead what are you doing-”

i put my finger on his lips silencing him “let me talk please” i tell him, gaining the attention of everyone in the locker room.

i realise now why Jughead thought this was a bad idea

“look im sorry about today- your eye you losing the captain spot- you shouldn’t have gotten involved Archie it wasn’t your fight! you warned me and i didn’t listen and now your in trouble with your dad and the principal and you have a busted lip and a black eye all because of that freaking jerk!” i yell tearing up feeling stupid

“I know how much football meant to you, you need it to get into college to study your music and i completely ruined it for you because of a stupid stupid idea to prove a point!”

i run my fingers through my hair a few tears falling down my face, i wipe them as quickly as they fall Archie looks defeated not knowing what to say

“(y/n)-” he steps forward but stops as loud clapping fills the locker room

“what a speech” i growl facing Reggie

“oh go fuck yourself Reggie, haven’t you ruined enough lives today!” he smirks leaning against the locker his towel hanging low off his hips.

he reaches out to brush my hair behind my ear and Archie moves in front of me but i clasp my arm around his bicep “he isn’t worth it” i spit tugging Archie toward me.

“did i tell you how good you looked in that uniform” he licks his lips “that mini skirt, it’s like your begging for someone to kiss you, you look in desperate need let me help you princess”

he attempts to walk over to me but i extend my hand to his chest playing with him

“you know reg your right, i do really need a kiss” i tell him pulling my bottom lip with my teeth and fiddling with the bottom of my skirt fluttering my lashes.

i can see Archie adjusting his towel all the boys seem to be getting rather bothered by my act, Reggie steps forward reaching out to grab my waist but i spin grabbing the back of Archie’s neck and pulling him in for a kiss, jumping up to wrap my legs around his waist.

i deepen the kiss cheers from his team mates fill the air, i break away breathless kissing him once more before Archie sets me back down.

“much better” i sigh glances at a very frustrated Reggie “oh and reg you might wanna take a cold shower for junior” i tug at his towel leaving him completely naked before peeking Archie on the lips.

“see you outside”

he blushes scratching the back of his neck as he watches me walk out with jughead, i bite my lip swinging my hips feeling confident as i wait outside the locker room

“wow” jughead exclaims pacing back and fourth as the rest of our friends spot us and walk over to us, i roll my eyes at him grabbing his jacket to stop the pacing.

“hey” i greet the girls

“Pop’s?” Betty asks

we nod “yeah of course!”

“okay well lets go im sure archie can catch up” Veronica smiles grabbing my arm

“oh ill just wait for him we’ll meet you there!” they narrow their eyes jughead refusing to make eye contact not wanting to be interrogated.

“uh i haven’t spoken to him yet so i can do it on my way over before we met yous” they share glances with each other before nodding at my story.

“okay fine, jughead are you going to escort your ladies” he rolls his eyes pushing off the wall as the girls loop their arms with his and heading toward our favourite hang out.

the boys start exiting the locker room glancing at me as i wait fiddling with my hair and avoiding all eye contact. standing up to reggie wasn’t all that and but he whole makeout session could’ve been prevented but i was feeling epic.

“(y/n)? where are the others?” i glance up at the voice smiling at the red headed boy

i suddenly feel nervous my knees wobbling and my cheeks heating up at my name coming out of his mouth.

“uh they um- they are going to pops- i um told them that we’d yanno met them there” i finishes awkwardly glancing at my feet as I scuff them.

“that is if you want to go- if not i can just walk myself-” he smiles shaking his head at me “no no i wanna come” “good” i smile and with that we set off to Pop’s silence filling the air.

we reach the diner and i stop spoting our friends in the booth next to the window, Archie notices and stops turning to face me “you okay?” i nod

“im sorry about what happened before” i blurt worried that i misread Archie’s feelings toward me. nervousness washes over me and my smile slips from my lips.

“hey hey- no don’t be- it was amazing, your amazing” he finishes grabbing my hips and tugging me toward him.

"if im not mistaking is mr Archie Andrews finally making the first move?” i hint playful playing with his shirt, he laughs playfully placing his soft lips on me and closing the small gap between our bodies.

“you know Reg was right about the whole cheerleader outfit” i raise my eyebrows “hot as hell”

i kiss him back before lacing my hands with his and pulling him into the diner walking over to our friends sliding in next to Jughead as Archie takes the seat next to me siting closer then usual he drapes his arm across the back of the booth touching my shoulder soothingly.

“okay what the hell happened in the locker room?” Veronica asks sipping her milkshake.

“oh they had a huge make out session infringed of reggie it was intense should’ve been there” jughead spills earning a smack up side the head from Archie

“dude?”

i blush covering my face and leaning into Archie, i peer through my fingers and see the two girls staring intensely at m “what!” i complain giggling.

the group fall into a fit of laughter and i smile up at Archie as he tightens his grip around my waist making me feel safe.

this is where I belong.

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theotherodinson · 7 years

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Beneath a Darkened Sky

Bruce Banner was glad he was an only child.

Throughout his life, Bruce was occasionally envious of the closeness some people had with their siblings. Sometimes he wondered what it would be life to have that kind of unbreakable bond with another person. But other times, like now, he was grateful for his lone child status because it meant Bruce would never know what it was like for your sibling to stab you.

Unlike Thor.

"Will you stop doing that!" Thor yelled, pulling a small knife out of his side.

Loki had another knife in hand faster than anyone could blink. Bruce wondered where he was getting them all when he couldn't find anything sharper than a butter knife anywhere on the ship.

"You deserve it!" Loki yelled back. "First you stole me from my master, then you imprison me in this vile, filthy vessel, and now you dare try to feed me this disgusting slop unfit for a beast."

Bruce conceded the point on the rations. Edible sure, but just barely.

Thor clasped a hand over his bleeding wound. "I did not steal you. How many times must we go over this? Loki, I am your brother. It was the Grandmaster who imprisoned you, not I. I have freed you."

Not without a lot of help from a certain work friend, Bruce didn't add. Frankly, he was kinda relieved they didn't seem to notice he was even on the ship anymore once the big guy finally - finally - receded into the background. That was fine with him. Thor and Loki drama was drama best kept clear of. There tended to be a lot of violence and screaming and Bruce had had his fill of both for awhile. Or forever.

Bruce suspected the real reason the Hulk took a backseat was because he'd had his fill of it, too.

Loki gaped at Thor like he was the dirtiest liar who ever lied. "How dare you! My master adored me! I ate the best food, wore the finest clothing, slept in a bed so soft it was like I was sleeping on air."

Nice. From what Bruce remembered through the other guy of the Grandmaster's hospitality all they got was a hard pallet on a dirt floor for a bed. And whatever picked over food the guards remembered to bring them. They always ate best on fighting days.

"And I bathed regularly!"

Also nice. Their stolen ship was a little short on shower facilities.

"You have not freed me, you stupid savage" Loki continued. "You have stolen me from my rightful place at my master's side. Take me back to him at once!"

Thor's face darkened. Bruce took that as a positive sign he wasn't losing too much blood. "You are never going back there! Not after how I found you."

Bruce hadn't been around for that bit. The big guy had been determinedly causing the biggest distraction possible while Thor ran off in search of his supposedly-dead-but-apparently-not brother. But being an unwilling witness to most of the ensuing arguments over the past few days while they put as much distance as possible between them and Sakaar, Bruce gathered that when Thor finally tracked Loki down, Loki hadn't been alone and didn't come along easily.

And then there was Loki's slave outfit.

By the time the brothers caught up with the big guy at the shipyard, Thor had Loki wrapped up in a filmy sheet. They'd made the mad dash to capture a ship and fly out of there. It would have gone smoother if Loki hadn't been fighting Thor every step of the way. And, well, the sheet had slipped a couple of times. Exposing a lot of leg and some elaborate arm bands. Bruce didn't want the mental image that had since taken up residence in his head. But it was well and truly stuck. Probably another reason why the big guy had opted to vacate the premises. When he got back to Earth, Bruce was going to find a way to vacuum out of of his head the horrible, terrible, very bad Photoshopped picture of Loki in Leia's metal slave bikini that his evil brain had conjured. And, because Bruce valued his sanity, he was never, ever going to mention it to Tony Stark.

At least their stolen ship came with spare clothing. Even if they were all now dressed like extras from a bad sci-fi prison break film from the 1980s.

"You attacked my masseuse, you violent brute!"

Said the guy who stabbed his brother two minutes ago.

"His hands had no business being where they were," Thor shot back.

"He was relaxing me. My master does not like it when I am tense, nor do I. Not that it's any business of yours!"

Bruce wondered if he could slip past the quarrelling brothers without either of them noticing. After being stabbed, Thor'd kinda staggered a bit and was now blocking the entrance to the tiny galley. Bruce had a feeling this was going to one of those days where it was best for him to spend it in his storage closet/quarters. Alone. With a pillow over his head. Not that that every drowned the brothers out much once they got going, but Bruce dared to have hope.

Strangely enough, Loki wasn't disturbed by the presence of the big guy when they first all came aboard. He'd barely spared the big guy a withering glare, preferring to rain down all his abuse on Thor. For Bruce, that had been the clincher as far as deciding him that Loki really didn't remember them. The big guy was many things, forgettable was not one of them. Especially after the last time Loki crossed paths with the Hulk. Loki hadn't commented when the Hulk and Bruce swapped places and had since only given Bruce the occasional haughty look, tossing off a snotty remark every once in awhile.

Amnesiac or not, Loki's focus was still wholly on Thor. It was kinda insulting at times. Except for the times when Loki was in a stabbing mood.

"Enough of this," Thor said, hand still pressed against his latest stab wound. "Put down that knife and eat your food, so I may return you to your quarters to rest. We will be home soon enough. Then we will find a way to restore your memories to you."

"The only thing I need restored to me is my place at my master's side," Loki yelled, pointing the knife in Thor's direction. "Followed by your head on a pike outside the gates of his palace as payment for your treacherous thievery."

The anger drained from Thor's face as he stared at Loki with sad eyes. "I speak the truth, Loki," he said quietly. "I swear it. Yet you will not stop fighting me. So I tell you this now - I would have to be dead before I allowed you to be returned to a life as a bed slave to that creature."

Bruce grimaced and looked down to study his hands folded on the galley's postage stamp sized table. This was a topic that had been studiously avoided from the outset. Bruce had never heard Thor mention it, and he wasn't about to be the one to bring it up.

The Grandmaster reigned supreme over Sakaar. Within his heavily guarded citadel he kept two distinct groupings of slaves. There were the gladiators who fought in the games and spent the rest of their time within the holding pens beneath the arena. Then there were the Grandmaster's pleasure slaves, or his pets as he referred to them. Always in attendance to him wherever he went. They were all beautiful. Exotic even. They followed the Grandmaster like colourfully dressed ducklings, catering to his every whim. Bruce learned that much via the other guy's observation of them. He learned much, much more about their purpose from the other fighters. The other imprisoned gladiators spoke of the Grandmaster's pets in crude terms, even wagering which ones they'd most like to bed if they had the chance.

Bruce had wondered if the pets, like the gladiators, were simply people unfortunate enough to get caught in Sakaar's nets. But with Loki's memory loss becoming apparent after fleeing the planet, Bruce also wondered if all the Grandmaster's pleasure slaves were blank slates. Minds wiped clear to be made to serve him. Bruce was sorry he hadn't done more to try and help them when he had the chance.

A loud crash dragged his attention back to the brothers. Thor was just straightening up, looking wary and annoyed. Bruce looked around. Oh. There was a smear on the wall directly behind Thor's head and one of the cans of ration goo was spattered on the ground.

Loki was seething. The air around him crackled with a strange energy that Bruce could taste in the back of his throat. There was a moment of total silence before Loki went off.

"You...you dare!" Loki shrieked. "I choose to serve my master. I earned my place! I am not a slave. I am not!"

Bruce eyeballed the exit again. Still blocked a bleeding thunder god. Damn. He concentrated on taking deep, steady breaths. It's okay, big guy. No danger. Thor's here. Loki's just a little...well. Um. It's okay.

"Loki," Thor tried and almost got the second knife in his face for his trouble. He could move fast when he had to. Good thing. Bruce eyeballed the knife. Buried up to the hilt in the wall. Loki even nailed it dead centre of the food smear.

"You think I would allow any to enslave me? To break me to his will? I am no one's slave! No one's!" Loki ranted, his hands curling into fists at his sides. The weird energy around him intensified. He looked like he was going to launch himself at Thor next.

"It's not your fault," Thor tried again, his voice low and soothing. Bruce admired his guts in trying to calm Loki down even as he himself was trying to will himself invisible.

"No. No!" Loki backed up a step. His eyes went glassy and he held up at hand as if to ward Thor off. Thor didn't move. "No," Loki repeated, quieter. "I will not be used. Not again. Not by anyone. I won't let you. No. I...I...Thor?"

The hopeful look on Thor's face was heartbreaking to witness. "Loki? Brother? Do you remember?"

"Aye," Loki said, eyes cast down. "I do."

Bruce sighed in relief before it occurred to him Loki remembering wasn't necessarily reassuring when they were still so far from home. Would remembering make him more or less likely to kill them all in their sleep? Or, in Bruce's case, try before the other guy took offence. He wasn't sure. Crap.

Thor took a step closer. "Loki." He waited for Loki's eyes to come up to meet his. "It wasn't your fault," he said firmly.

Loki made a breathless sound that took Bruce a minute to recognize as laughter. "Ah, Thor," Loki said in an unsteady voice. "I think we both know that is not entirely so."

Thor ventured closer. "Your schemes set things in motion, yes. But delivering us to Sakaar? We both know who is to blame, and it is not you, Loki. It is not you."

Loki stared at Thor with wide, disbelieving eyes. "How are you not angry? You should be angry."

Thor smiled tightly. "Aye, I am. Very much so. At everyone and everything that led to what happened, including you. I promise I will have many words for you when this is done, more than you likely think me capable of. But make no mistake, my anger for you is for your actions alone - not Hela's, and not the Grandmaster's."

Loki just stared. "That's all you have to say? How can you...?" Loki trailed off, looking lost.

Thor stretched out a hand, belatedly realizing it was the hand he'd been using to cover his wound. The wound that was no longer bleeding. Huh. Bruce turned into an unstoppable, unkillable rage machine whenever he was injured and was still kinda jealous of Thor's healing ability. Thor gripped the side of his brother's neck with his other, non-blood covered, hand.

"Because you are still my brother. No matter what happens. No matter how many times you stab me." Thor paused. "Though I would like it very much if you would stop doing that."

Loki smiled, a whisper of a smile that barely moved his lips, but somehow made him look younger all the same. His anger dissipating like a cool mist being burned away by the hot sun. "I will consider it."

Thor just laughed. Seeing the doorway was unblocked and no one in the room was bleeding, Bruce stood and quietly made his way to the exit.

Still focused on one another, neither brother noticed him leave.

#thor fic #loki fic #bruce banner #ragnarok fic #mcu fic #i'm eventually going to have start moving all these over to ao3 #but not today #my fic

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transparent pearls for @pocpotterweek

monday: lightning era [pansy parkinson] - ~700 words - rated gen

Every morning she washes her face with warm water.

There is something to the feeling of warm water splashing against her face, opening her pores and waking her up properly.

And when she’s done, she looks at herself in the mirror and ignores the way the water drips down from her chin onto her toes.

Her mother and father had fought over her name many times. It’s a recurring debate at the table when she’s home.

“Mi, I made you some miso soup and nattō—“

“Her name is Pansy.”

“I can’t see why I cannot call her Mi, seeing as I bore her for nine months.”

“Because I decided that Pansy is her name.”

It hurts more than she lets on. She likes being a flower, but she likes being reminded that the first thought that her mother had of her was that she was beautiful.

“It means ‘beauty’, my child, because every day that I felt you inside me, I knew that nothing could ever compare to your beauty; not the sun, nor the moon, or the thousand ancient civilisations underwater.”

But it’s hard to see the beauty of herself when she watches her reflection. She knows what people call her. She knows people think she looks like a pug. The first time it happened she had cried so hard while her mother desperately had tried to wipe her tears away.

Her skin glisten with transparent pearls and she watches them find their way down her face.

She wishes she could feel like she’s wearing pearls. Pearls that won’t break as easily as her facade when she’s staring at herself in the mirror.

“Chin up, Mi, and you’ll see the world bend at your will.”

She knows she isn’t a very nice person. She knows that. There are times where she calls people bad things. And there are times where she bullies others. It’s easy, when the words leave her mouth, because it makes her less reachable.

It makes her less touchable.

Logistically, she knows it is wrong. She knows that she can do better. However, truthfully, she doesn’t really care. If she had been sorted into any other house, she might’ve.

“Do not let anyone push you around, my child, and you shall come out the strongest.”

“Pansy, are you going to stay in there until breakfast is over?” she hears Daphne call from the other side of the door.

“No, I’m nearly done,” she calls back, and grabs a towel to wipe her face.

Before she leaves, she tries to smile but it looks more like a grimace. The bitterness from it punctures through the mirror and back at her, shattering the smile and forcing her face into a tessellation; a mosaic story of her heritage and her childhood.

She wants to punch her reflection into pieces and break the tessellation with her skin; she wants to crack her knuckles open and cause the blood she got from her mother to flood the bathroom. She wants to bathe; baptise in it. She wants to be reborn and hold her mother’s hand and never let go.

In a perfect story, they would have left her father for Japan and she would have attended to Mahoutokoro. She would have learnt the language and worn the golden robes her mother once had. She would have learnt their way of magic, and perhaps, one day, reached the core of hers and touched it ever-so-gently and found the freedom of being.

But this is not a perfect story.

Her life was never meant for greatness. Her life was created to follow her father’s footsteps and step on the tracks he created on top of others.

She throws the towel away for the house-elves to care for and combs her hair with the heavy comb she had inherited from her mother when she was thirteen.

Throwing up the door, she spots Daphne turning her way with raised eyebrows.

Blonde. Perfect teeth. Attractive.

“What got you so angry?” Daphne asks.

“Nothing,” she tells her brusquely. “I didn’t get much sleep.”

“Oh. Breakfast, then?” the blonde asks, tilting her head so her hair billows down her side.

“Let’s,” she agrees, and their arms link together as they make their way to the Great Hall.

“Find your friends and do not let them go, Mi, and you’ll never find yourself alone.”

pansy parkinson’s face is chiharu okunugi. read about mahoutokoro here.

i don’t really know how to explain this drabble but let me try:

i had a-- shall we say, online friend, once, who used to talk about her shitty father. now, this is by no means taken straight from her mouth or anything, but it was sort of the inspiration. he had decided a lot of things and while not completely shit, it caused my friend a bit of misery. i wanted to play on the idea that your parents don’t agree on your name, and that her mother desperately tried to grasp for the roots from which she came, and, in turn, pansy. which is why i never wrote “pansy” or wrote “mi” except when people spoke to her.

combined with a certain event in my life, and also a couple of other friends’ lives, i decided to write pansy’s mother as dead. sorry. i have no headcannon for her father, but he could very well still be japanese, but simply trying to assimilate to the british wizarding society, and taken a more british name to carry.

(i do imagine that ethnicity is not a big issue in the wizarding society simply because that blood is-- to the traditionalists-- more important. but since this is about ethnicity, watch me do the shrug emoji.)

and i, a woman of colour, tend to still compare myself to my white friends, which makes me angry at myself and at the world. so i wanted to throw that in there.

and i wanted to somehow make this a ginsy fic but apparently i forgot about it so maybe just go with the flow and imagine that daphne and pansy go off and get married one day. lmao.

also please excuse my ig edit, i literally don’t know remember how to photoshop, but i just wanted to have an edit to show how i imagine pansy alright bye

#pocpotterweek #hp fic #pansy parkinson #sora writes

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if-i-want-to-dance · 7 years

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His Pawn to Play

Chapter 27

Rem took several deep breaths. She was here. She was actually here, in his house, asleep on the couch. This couldn't end well. He stroked her hair. Somehow less soft than before, and more brittle as well, like she hadn't been taking care of herself properly. She'd lost some weight in the past few months as well. Her face was almost like that of a skeleton. Dark shadows had also appeared under her eyes again. Her tidy appearance as a student council member had vanished, taking on the slaternly appearance of before. Clearly, she hadn't been taking care of herself. He'd have to make sure she got something to eat once she woke up, and a change of clothes. The black dress made her look like some kind of corpse. Rem bent down and slid her weather beaten shoes off her feet, placing them on the floor next to her. That spell had put her to sleep for a while, he ought to make her comfortable while it lasted.

Something soft brushed pressed against Hana's cheek. She opened her eyes to find herself still lying on the couch. Another blanket had been draped over her while she slept, and a pillow propped under her head. Hana sat bolt upright, glancing around for Rem or the one he'd called Shiki. However, the room was empty except for a small pomeranian sleeping in front of the door. She stood up and walked to the door, careful not to step on the dog. Someone had taken her shoes off while she was asleep, and her footfalls were very soft in just stockings. She tried the handle, expecting to find it locked. Her expectations were fulfilled. The room had no windows. Perhaps a basement of some kind. How had she possibly fallen asleep? Footsteps approached the door. "It's only been three months, how much could have changed?" This voice was completely unfamiliar. "You don't know much about human women, do you, Mage?" Hana backed away, moving back to the couch. She threw the blankets over herself, rested her head on the pillow, and closed her eyes. The door clicked open. "Butterfly? Oh, she's sleeping." The male voice lowered and the footsteps softened. "Don't wake her." The couch across from her creaked slightly. "She looks so peaceful." Hana fought to keep her breathing soft and steady. If she did, maybe they'd go away and leave her alone. Fingers brushed against her forehead, brushing her bangs out of her eyes. Hana gasped in surprise, eyes snapping open. A boy with ginger hair, dressed in a white uniform, hovered above her. "Oh, you're awake. Good morning, Hana." Hana shot upright. "Who are you?" He took a step back. "You really don't remember, do you? Urie Sogami." He offered her a rose. Hana stood, backing away. The other newcomer - Mage, wasn't it? - remained on the couch. He chuckled. "See, I told you not every girl falls for that pansy shtick." He turned to glare at the blond on the couch, then returned his attention to Hana. "You never did seem to quite notice my charms, but then we didn't talk much." "What?" Hana maneuvered herself so that the couch was between her and him. "When we were on the student council at Shiko Academy together. But no more of that." He reached across and took her hand in his. He raised it to his lips and kissed it. Hana blushed and pulled it out of his grip. Mage laughed and stood up. He towered over her - honestly, how tall was he? "Hey, Hana. Forgot about me, didn't you?" He reached down and ruffled her hair. Hana jumped back in surprise. These boys had no sense of personal space. He reddened and withdrew his hand. "You'll remember me soon enough." She really doubted that. Hana backed toward the door. Maybe they'd left it unlocked? As if reading her mind, Urie circled around her and stood in front of the door. "You know, I think you've gotten even more lovely since I saw you last." Lovely? She choked back a laugh and kept moving away. Mage stepped forward, gripping her sleeve in one hand and tilting her chin back with another. "I think you're right." Hana shoved him away. Her heart pounded. "Stop that!" She turned to run, only to find herself in a corner of the room. A hand gripped her arm, spinning her around. Urie cupped her cheek with his free hand. "Yes, definitely." Hana pushed him. "Please, stop!" "What's going on in here?" Urie let go of her. Rem stood behind them, glaring. "Get out and leave her alone." The two retreated wordlessly. "I'm sorry about them. I told them to stay out. I thought they'd listen to me at least. Please, sit down, you're shaking." Hana walked to the couch, knees shaking so badly she could barely move. Rem crossed the room and sat down next to her. "I'm sorry. They didn't mean any harm." He placed a file folder on the table. "Mage and Urie didn't know how you came to be here. They thought you'd come with me of your choosing. They didn't mean anything by their behavior. They know better than to act without my permission." Hana pulled the blanket around her shoulders, hands shaking. "Do you want anything to eat? You must be hungry by now." Her stomach turned at the idea of food and she shook her head. He produced a glass of water from a side table. "Then at least drink this." Hana narrowed her eyes at the glass of water. "I haven't tampered with it, if that's what you're thinking." Rem set it down on the table. Did that impassive expression of his ever change? "What's in that file folder?" "I was hoping I could help you remember, and thought I'd start with this. Hana, your time at Shiko Academy isn't the way you remember it." He took out a handful of pictures. "Do you recognize any of these?" They were pictures of him and his friends - and her. Hana gasped. "I... who are you?" "I was student council president. You were my treasurer." Hana shook her head. "Impossible. I don't remember any of you. You photoshopped those. You're trying to... I don't know." "If I'm tricking you, then answer me this - where did the scars on your wrists and feet come from?" "I... I scratched myself. I did something stupid." She clenched her fists. This was all a trick. He put the pictures down. "No, you didn't." "What do you want? I'll do whatever you want, just let me go." "Hana, when you remember, I'll let you go." Hana curled herself into a tight ball. "You're trying to trick me, aren't you?" He shook his head. "Hana, what would I get out of this?" "Plenty of things that I might not know about?" She covered both her ears with her hands. "You're lying, you're lying, this is all a trick." Rem reached out and gently pried her hands away. "Hana, I'm not lying. Please just calm down." Hana shrieked in surprise, jerking her hands out of his grip. She scrambled up from the couch and made a break for the open door. She ran straight into a body taller than her. Rem wrapped both arms around her, pinning her arms against her sides. Hana kicked him in the kneecap. "Let go of me!" Rem winced. "Okay, I think that's enough for today." He picked her up off the ground and lifted her over his shoulder, ignoring her kicks and punches. "Put me down!" He carried her out of the room and into a well lit but narrow and sparse hallway. "You need to settle down or you'll hurt yourself." He muttered something under his breath and opened one of the other doors. Hana's heart thudded wildly. She drove her foot full force into his stomach. Rem set her down, grabbing onto both of her arms. "Hana, you're too upset to think clearly right now. Stay here until you're calmer. I'll knock before I come in." He let go of her and closed the door. The lock clicked. Hana's gaze took in the room. A small bedroom with no windows. A bed, piled high with pillows and blankets, sat against the farthest wall. A closet was set into the wall. She walked to the bed and sank down on it, heart still pounding, knees still shaking. Now would be the perfect time for some animal sidekick to show up and offer her powers to become a magical girl or something. It would be worth even having to deal with Madoka Magica levels of danger, if only she wasn't completely helpless to do anything. The atmosphere of the house was almost oppressive, in some way. Like something evil lived there, hiding in the basement. Help. Someone help.

#rem arlond #dance with devils #rem/oc #dance with devils fanfiction #his pawn to play

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