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saintship · 11 months

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Can i request Reader being almost blown up on the mission and their face is almost completely burnt/scarred??😢When they wake up and see their red face covered in bandaids and oils they just break down and decide to wear a mask from now on. And Konig seeing them doesn't know what's going on until he accidentally notice how they pulled up their mask a little to eat. Pleaseee😭 I've hard this idea for days. Can it be with fluff at the end? LOVE YOUR WORK SM

THANK YOU !!

OH MY GOD SAINTSHIP ABOUT FUCKING TIME

this has been ROTTING in my drafts I am so sorry anon, also got a little carried away at the end but nothing spicy just big feels

I really hope you enjoy

I love this idea it’s so fitting for König, I feel he’s very observant given how little he draws attention to himself.

Mask

König x gn!Reader - call sign: Radar

Life around the base could be monotonous. Being in one place usually meant paperwork, meals, paperwork, sparring or group lessons, more paperwork, passing out in your bunk, and doing it all again.

It was different, however, when all of this is happening directly after a loss. And not just losing the fight, but losing many of their soldiers. It was the young men, some no older than 20, losing their lives in the explosions that no one predicted that shook the 141 especially. Their only solace was that they managed to save you.

The air around you was burning hot, flakes of ash floating to singe the gaps of skin they could access. You crawled desperately on your stomach underneath a scorched truck, trying to make your way to the others.

“RADAR, COPY!”

A flaming piece of rubble tumbled next to you, making you jump.

“I’m—I’m on my way..”

“By the east bridge where we came in, you got that?”

Ghosts assuring tone rang faintly in your ears. Finally, you crawled out into a open area, stumbling in the direction of the bridge. The truck there flashed its headlights.

“Move it, private!”

“Yes sir..”

Before you made it a hundred yards, the engine in the car beside you exploded, blasting your body to one side and scalding the right side of your face in flames.

“RADAR!”

Your head smacked the dirt, and the world around you blurred until it was dark.

“Wrap their face!”

“Bampots, these fucks are.”

Soap’s voice cut through the fog that seemed to fill your ears.

“Speak—english.” Your rough voice caught the attention of the truck you lay in, Gaz quickly finishing up wrapping your face. He left as much room as he could, but all that showed in the end was your left eye and mouth.

“Lass..” Soap ignored your taunt, moving to kneel at your side.

“Hi.” Your voice sounded unlike yourself.

Soap’s attention was suddenly pulled to the back of the truck as it rolled to a stop. He darted to swing them open, revealing a few members of Las Almas.

“We’re understaffed on medics, but Rudy’s got basic medical training from boot.” Price explained. “Are you stayin’ awake okay?”

You nodded, the movement stinging your face and scalp, but as he said those words it was like he’d called it—the interior of the truck was dotting quickly in dark spots. Rudy’s gloved hand touching your shoulder was all you felt, and you slipped under again.

This time, it wasn’t voices that woke you. It was the incessant beeping of a heart rate monitor at your side. They’d brought you to the med unit on base—you were home. After taking in the sterile room, your head fell back against the pillow again, exhausted. Fresh gauze plastered most of your face, but the skin underneath felt dry. You needed a change.

Carefully setting down the fingertip pulse monitor on the bedside table, you guided your IV stand over to the mirror and sink, sifting through the drawers for gauze and burn ointment. After retrieving the right tools, you hesitate before removing your wraps. Your good eye seemed as though the color had dulled—the dark circles underneath especially prominent. Your lips were slathered in ointment, but the damage was evident. Breathing deeply, you began to unwrap the gauze. Your eyes remained trained on the sink until the last piece fell into the basin, only then lifting your eyes to the mirror.

No. No, no..

The right half was—gone. It was hard to describe; the skin that had been there before was rendered to an angry scarlet. The tissue pulled and tightened oddly, your right eye missing it’s eyelashes and eyebrow. A sob ripped from your throat involuntarily. Your face contorting from the crying caused pain to tear through your head while your tears stung the affected areas. You hardly registered a nurse coming in, leading you to lie back down, and re-wrapping your head through your protest. One sentiment rang clear through your breaking down;

You could not show this face anymore.

Which brought you to now. Sitting alone, hunched up in the corner of the cafeteria, quickly lifting your balaclava only to put food in your mouth before covering it just as quickly. It had only been a few days—the others knew to leave you be. The 141 sat in a group not far from you, one of them sneaking a glance every so often. You seemed to shrink into yourself, as though you could disappear if you cowered enough.

König wandered into the cafeteria not long after you’d sat down, sitting by himself to eat. You felt a little creepy people watching, knowing you resembled a certain intimidating member of the task force, but found nothing better to do.

König rid of his tray after eating quickly, going over to the 141 after Soap cheerfully called him over. You smiled at his inclusiveness, which deepened when König pointed to himself curiously. Even though smiling pulled at the tender muscle, you didn’t care.

König was pulled into a seat by Soap’s arm, the sight of such a smaller man strong-arming him rather ridiculous.

“Leave him be, Christ, Johnny.” Price picked at his tray, shaking his head at the soldier.

“I’m being friendly, sir.” Soap defended himself, relieving König of his arm.

“Friendliest in the military, aye?” Ghost murmured, lifting his mask to drink out of his canteen.

“Pride myself on it.”

“You’re diggin’ your grave, mate.” Gaz grinned.

“Oi, you-"

“Moving on!” Price grunted, to which Soap sat back and sulked at his refusal to let him argue.

“That was impressive the other day, König. Pulling a truck together and findin’ someone to treat Radar? You saved their life.”

König studied the grain of the tabletop, heat rising up his neck. “Danke. I still don’t know—what happened? They still look..scared.” König snuck a glance at you. Your fleeting eyes and hunched shoulders made his heart break. Seeing someone so determined, so welcoming, so gracious and funny and kind, reduced to a frightened animal—it didn’t make sense.

Price sighed, his eyes carrying the same weight König held in his chest.

“Their face..it got pretty fucked up. It won’t impact their daily living too much, and I’ve seen worse, but it obviously got to them.”

Soap fiddled with the screw top of his canteen. “Really got to them.”

König casted one last look and caught sight of your charred skin, everything clicking into place. You thought you needed to hide.

“I hope they get through it.” König murmured.

“For their sake.”

Because they’re so nice to be around.

König watched you a bit again at dinner, catching more of your facial scars. He wished he had the words to speak to you, but his boots seemed to cement to the linoleum at the thought of approaching.

“You got a crush, eh?” Soap’s sudden presence beside König startled him, studying Soap’s smug half-smile with confusion.

“Crush?” He repeated the new English word. “What is that? What am I crushing?”

“No-" Soap grinned, sitting up straight. “You have a crush. Means you like someone. In that way? König, do I need to explain-"

“No—no, no, I understand now.” König’s face burned; he was grateful it was largely hidden. “I don’t, though, I-"

Soap’s face morphed into one of ‘don’t even try.’

“It’s..” König huffed, lowering his voice. “I’m their colonel.”

“Eh, not really. Different clubs n’ all.” He pointed briefly to Radar. “They’re a keeper. And sweet, too. Don’t stamp this out, mate.” With a clap to König’s shoulder, he stood to join his task force as the mess hall cooks called an end to the meal. König nearly jogged to his quarters, his thoughts racing.

Sitting at the edge of your cot, you removed your balaclava for the first time in nearly 18 hours. The fresh air soothed the irritation caused by trapped sweat and fabric, a sigh escaping your nose.

You made you way to the mirror and sink, studying the damage as you did every chance you got. It wasn’t as angry as the day you got hurt, but the scarring would be permanent. You turned away before more tears could slip by, gently folding the cloth mask.

A rapping on your door made you jump, striding over quickly while wrestling with the mask to go back over your head. You opened the door cautiously, revealing a tall silhouette.

“Hello.”

“Hi, König..” you scanned the hall, not completely sure what it was you were searching for.

“Can I—come in? If that’s alright, it’s okay if-"

“Sure.” You left the door to sway of its own volition, turning to sit on your cot and look up at your coworker. “What’s going on?”

König closed the door gently, fidgeting with his hands. “I’ve—noticed something about you.”

Your shoulders deflate. “No shit.”

You didn’t mean to bite your words that way, but you did, and he shrunk a bit at your tone.

“I apologize. I will leave you be-"

“No, König,” you sighed, frustrated with yourself. “Say what you were going to say.”

He paused, as if a step in any direction would set off an alarm. “May I?” He gestured to the space beside you, to which you nodded.

The cot bowed slightly as he sat, his height still a bit intimidating even after some time knowing him. Being right next to him, you couldn’t help but feel a little small. He looked at his lap, wrestling with his mind on how to start the conversation.

“Where did you get your callsign from?” He blurted the question, briefly turning his head to you.

You paused, not expecting his casual inquiry. “Uh..when we did training in the dark, in boot camp, I could always feel someone coming up behind me.” You gestured to your back before clasping your hands back together. “My sergeant would tell me I had a built-in motion radar,” you laughed a bit at the memory, finding the courage to smile a bit under your mask. “Gaz had met me by then, and he started calling me by Radar, and it stuck.”

König blinked thoughtfully, humming in understanding.

“That’s not the reason you came in, is it?” You teased, leaning to push his side a bit. You noticed he let himself sway instead of remaining rigid.

“You got me. Uh..I just wanted to tell you something that I thought you could..consider.”

Biting back another deflective joke, you nodded, letting him continue.

“There was never a time in the military that I did not have my sniper hood.” He studied his boots, which still easily sat flat on the floor. “Not just because of my—aspiration, but.." he inhaled, then sighed deeply.

You could tell he’d never spoken these words. The impulse to touch some part of him, to comfort him, was blinding. Only his voice brought you back into the moment.

“It was..is, because I hate to see myself. I hate being seen. It feels like I’m giving away a part of myself to every stranger I come across. I would rather choose who sees me, in more ways than one.”

His voice was no more than a murmur, and for the first time, you saw the broken man nestled in a soldier’s body before you. His head hung low, his hands shook, and in the silence after his confession, his eyes fluttered shut. To hide from what, you didn’t know.

“I need you to know," he spoke, eyes still closed. “You don’t have to live this way. You are..kind, and resilient. And..” he turned his head away to utter the final word, a whisper in the dim light.

“And beautiful.”

“König..”

“I shouldn’t have come here.”

“What?”

“I’m sorry..” he stood abruptly, shaking the cot. Watching him head for the door, you refused to let yourself lose him.

“Wait.”

You ripped off what covered your face, your hair falling into place in its wake. König stared, entranced.

“I’m glad you came here. I don’t want you to go, I don’t..” it was your turn to sigh in pause. “I don’t want you to hide from me.”

König blinked, confusion gathering in his eyes.

“Please?”

“Liebling..” he breathed. He crossed the room in a few strides, taking your scarred cheek in his hand.

Anxiety held you in place, your hands finding purchase in the gaps of his vest and his sweater.

“You deserve to walk out of this room and not feel afraid.”

“König..”

And then his hands were over his head, pulling up his beloved sniper hood over and off of his head. You didn’t move, your only physical reaction being the blush that burned its way up your neck.

His eye paint made him look intimidating, but his eyes were far from threatening anyone. His lips, scarred from combat, parted slightly with bated breath. On the skin not painted with black, freckles dotted randomly, forming triangles, lines, and other shapes you wanted to memorize. His brow worried into a slight upturn, which was hidden ever so slightly by the hair that dropped near his eyes. The rest of it was a mess, a rich auburn that stuck up and settled down in all the right places.

“You’ve got to be the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.” The words tumbled out before you could catch them by the tail. Fear clogged your throat in the moments where he didn’t respond before he leaned down quickly, pressing his lips gently to yours. It was devoted and kind, a kiss that said I don’t just love you, I like you.

When he pulled back, both his hands were still settled on your cheeks, the heat of his palms making you dizzy.

“Thank you..” you breathed.

König grinned sideways, and you nearly fainted.

“For what?”

“Not leaving.”

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foryiujeans · 1 year

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cupid’s arrow.

synopsis. a wall full of hearts and arrows written by mysterious cupids of ships around the school, what happens seeing your name with a certain someone?

pairings. crush!sung hanbin x fem!reader.

warnings. none.

word count. 3.0k

general taglist. @forsobeans

“cupid’s wall is finally here!”

you've never seen the campus so busy. large groups of students hanging around and just having a good time. you arrive with zhanghao and ricky, both of them who were staring quietly at the students. you, on the other hand, you were holding onto your phone for dear life.

within seconds you're caught up in the crowd, loosing all sense of direction as you're swept up in a sea of excited students.

“y/n!” matthew waves you over the second he spots you looking lost. a relived smile adorns your face when you see him, thankful to have found a friend when the three of you were confused by the sudden crowd.

“we’re sitting over here." yujin takes your hand to lead you to safety.

you spot gyuvin and gunwook first, the latter sending you a friendly wave as you reach them. you’re fully aware of the other presence at the table, you can feel his gaze on you but you don't get a chance to even quickly glance his way before your attention is diverted.

"scoot round." matthew laughs, indicating for them to make some room. zhanghao guides you to sit next to him, offering you a drink, which you accept right away.

ricky was standing, gazing at the people who were crowding over a wall and writing on it, “what’s with them?”

“it’s cupid’s wall,” jiwoong said, “you basically draw a heart and write two people you ship which may become true.”

the boys really wanted to check the cupid’s wall out after the crowd has cleared less. you were for sure thought it was nonsense but since they made it sound more interesting, you guessed you had to check it out as well, with your crush.

in the corner of your eye, you saw sung hanbin was conversing, joking around and talking with zhanghao who was doing his presentation on the spot with his laptop opened on the table. the sound multiple of footsteps were heard as it went away. you head lit up and saw that the cupid’s wall had no one there.

“oh cool, they all left. let’s go!” gunwook raced gyuvin to the wall and took the markers and pens that they had placed to write on.

zhanghao went after you, standing beside you as you both scanned the wall with names and hearts written on it. the introverted boy had nudged your side, catching your attention.

zhanghao x y/n.

you and zhanghao are best of friends since middle school. he had taught you how to play the violin and tutored you for the subjects that weakened you while you tutored him his weak subjects. the brunette only laughed at the two familiar names someone had written while you held onto a small smile, chuckling.

"hi y/n." the familiar voice made your heartbeat panic.

"hello hanbin."

you tried not to let your flustered state show at how endearing he was-but nonetheless still annoying.

you softly push at his shoulder which caused him to rock backwards as he was bending over with his hands on his knees to be leveled with you who was crouching. he let out a big smile, not wanting to laugh in the quiet atmosphere of the school, although tempting because of your actions that he found ridiculously adorable. shoot, he even found your deep-sleep-drooling face adorable, proved by the countless pictures of you in his phones gallery. he looked at the boys who were writing names and hearts in one same area.

"i saw your name with hao’s?" he asked me, referring to the cupid’s wall.

"ah, we’re just friends,” you sheepishly answered and frowned at the second, “i don’t know who wrote that.”

he pursed his lips into a thin line, his hand holding onto his bag, “you’re not gonna write?”

the moment you shook your head, hanbin only lets out a small laugh and ruffled your hair. the warm feeling in your stomach was about to burst and you know it. he then stared at his other friends in front of him who were pointing at names and laughing with each other.

“y/n, look!” yujin grabbed your hand and wanted to show you what he wrote. more like they wrote.

sung hanbin x y/n l/n.

the huge amount of your name and hanbin’s were scattered in the same area with pink and red hearts around it. the boys had written all of them in one big red heart with both of your names in pink hearts inside. the blush on your face was pretty visible to which gyuvin and taerae had teased you about.

with a nod, you quickly pull your hands back to break out of the visions. internally cursing yourself for being stupid enough to think that the lover in the visions had been you-just how delusional were you now? sure, you've always been a head in the clouds type of person, falling in love with the possibility that everywhere you go, the next person you meet might just be the love of your life. eye contact with the cute dog walker at the park turns into getting lost in their eyes while walking under the stars. a brush of hands with the hot barista at the local coffee shop turns into holding hands while reciting wedding vows.

and though hanbin was indeed good-looking, even with his face half hidden under the shadow of his hood, this wasn't the same. he was a friend, and you thought he only liked being friends with you. ut was silly to have thought of the possibility of being in his future in the first place, but even more ridiculous to say it out loud.

you immediately shake off the thoughts when you catch him staring.

"so?" he leans forward, looking at you like he has some big secret to share. "what did you see?"

"um, your love life will be just fine."

"yeah?"

"yeah." the small piece of lint on your sleeve becomes so interesting when trying to avoid his intense stare.

the moment of awkward silence between the two of you excluding the noises the others were making in the background was heard. it was only him staring at you with an adorned smile on his face while you were avoiding it.

“i saw it.”

"oh." you swallow the lump in your throat. "i’m not sure why it's there either."

he knew you liked him, you were just denying it.

if he does detect your lie, he doesn't say anything about it. instead, his expression morphs into something softer. "love can be found everywhere, Y/ N," he murmurs.

and how do you answer? it might be too soon for him to know about your feelings, but it's also too soon for your heart to be speeding up the way it does. for you to feel a small burst of butterflies in your stomach every time he so much as stares at you for a moment too long, and for this cover story and the re-enactments to feel more tangible than the abstract concepts they're meant to be.

"besides, i’ll be such a good date for you." hanbin releases you and steps back, smile turning shy as he holds out a hand. "or boyfriend?"

the wave of silence between the two of you didn’t even make you realise that the others were already gone.

hanbin breaks into a soft smile. "you know, i’ve always wondered what you keep thinking about. when you get lost in that world in your head, what do you see? what do you think about?"

"it’s different every time," you murmur, trying to ignore the way your palms feel all too hot intertwined with his. "but these days... it's you."

you don't tell him that it's also getting to know him, falling for him, and imagining how you should be the one doing all those things with him like in the reading. it’s picturing a love that flourishes ever so slowly, one that silently rests between the two of you, growing steadily until a day when it becomes the only thing you can hear.

and though you leave all that out, your answer seems to be enough for him.

"me?"

"yeah," you say softly, avoiding his gaze that was staring into your eyes.

your words feed the twinkle of hope in his eyes as well as the one that seemed to have been blossoming in your own heart for a while now. maybe you can finally admit it; this would be the last time you see him, so maybe it wouldn't matter what happens now.

you know it when he leans in, breath but a whisper at your ear as he says, "you’re really bad at lying that you love me, y/n."

now you don't have to look into his future to know that all the scenes you'd seen were about you. Now you can picture it — hanbin looking up from your laced hands on the table and seeing your smile, face no longer out of focus. pulling away from your kiss in the orchard has you seeing your own gaze, surprised but content. and then there's this very moment when you see yourself in hanbin’s eyes and you just know.

cupid’s wall really did brought two together.

a/n ! thank you so much for reading and giving me requests. i’m thankful that you guys enjoyed reading it and giving all the notes and support. i do not own any characters, music or pics given, will definitely work harder for the next ones !

signing out, miaaa hihi !

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crazyunsexycool · 6 months

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My Little Love

Chapter 31

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

word count: 6k

Warnings: Some angst, mentions of blood, mentions of gun, SO MANY TEARS, Charlotte being the little rebel she is, Henry being a supportive big brother lol, The kids are just so fucking sweet, knives, implied thought of committing suicide (hydra command), If I forgot something please let me know.

A/N: OMG it's happening!!!! Please let me know what you think.

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He drops the ironclad hold he had on your neck and releases the cuffs you had on. He leans into your ear and murmurs something.

Your murderous gaze snaps up to Bucky’s.

You take slow measured steps in his direction. There is only one thing in your mind. Your only mission.

Hurt him.

He’s the enemy and he’ll hurt you. That’s what the man had said and you had no choice but to trust him. But the man in front of you seems familiar. You don’t fear him. Although your feelings in this don’t matter.

“Sugar.” He says as he looks at you with anguish. He puts down the gun and holds his hands up to show he isn’t a threat. “It’s me, it’s Bucky. You’re safe now.”

Your expression remains blank and you continue to move towards him.

“Charlotte and Henry can’t wait to see you.

You tilt your head in confusion. Those names are unknown to you.

“I found her.” Bucky says. “I need bac-“

You don’t let him finish his sentence. Instead you connect your fist with his jaw. You advance on him and no matter how many blows you land he won’t hit you. He covers his face, he deflects but not once has he raised his hand against you.

“Y/N, please listen to me. I know you’re in there. Sugar you can stop. It’s ok you’re safe now.” He pleads.

You don’t talk back, you can’t. The order was to hurt him not to talk. This time when you throw another punch he catches your fist with his left hand. You study it and then you flick your wrist so that you're holding his wrist instead. Then you squeeze. The metal crunch fills the otherwise empty hall. Bucky grunts as he falls to his knees. You’ve completely destroyed his left arm from wrist to shoulder and he seems to be in some kind of pain but you don’t care. You lift your fist again and you feel a small sting on the side of your neck before you lose consciousness.

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“Are you ok?” Nat asks as she lays you on the floor.

“What happened?” Steve asks as he rounds the corner, jogging up to Bucky and Nat. “Oh fuck.”

Bucky’s arm was basically turned to scrap metal. His face was full of blood and bruises and there was no doubt that there would be more injuries.

“They programmed her.” Bucky said in between pants and tears.

Steve first helped Bucky and then scooped you up from the floor.

“The guy that was taking her out of here disappeared.”

“I stopped him down the hallway, he isn’t going anywhere.” Nat says before she steps in front of Steve and starts leading them out of the building. Gun up and ready to shoot if necessary. “We should get her to Bruce so that he can keep her sedated until we get back to the tower.”

Bucky just nods but his mind is a million miles away. What had they done to you? He was torn between needing to know and not wanting to find out. You were his best girl and he had let you down.

“Buck, take my shield.” Steve says as the group approaches the exit.

While the building was quiet there was a battle going on outside. The rest of the team, the CIA and the Dora Milaje were still fighting against hydra.

“Wanda, Sam we’re going to need some help here. We have Y/N but she’s unconscious.”

“On our way.” Sam says. A few seconds later he’s at the doors. His wings spread out and shielding the doors so that Nat can open them and let Steve walk out with you.

There’s a ball of red magic that flies past them and hits someone and then Wanda lands beside them. Her eyes immediately go to you and her heart aches when she sees the state you’re in.

“Let’s go.” She says with a nod.

The five of them move in sync. Steve in the middle of the other four as they keep you safe. Okoye sees them and sends some of her fighters to help clear the way. In no time you’re on a jet and Bruce is setting up a drip before taking your vitals.

“Stay with her Buck.” Steve takes the shield from him and pats his back before heading back.

“She’s stable. Was she unconscious when you found her?”

“No, Nat had to sedate her. She did this.” Bucky motions to himself and Bruce grimaced.

“I’ll clean you up in a second.”

“Take your time. I’d rather you focus on her.” Bucky mutters as he sits beside you with a groan.

He takes your hand in his right and brings it up to his lips, placing a kiss on your knuckles.

“We’ve got you, Sugar. You’re safe again.”

Bucky didn’t leave your side. Even when Bruce wanted to check for other injuries he just shrugged him off and said he could wait to be checked out at the tower. Bucky did ask Bruce to help him remove his left arm since it was no longer useful.

You were still unconscious when you were moved from the jet to the hospital floor of the tower. Just outside the doors of the waiting room Ed was waiting for Bucky.

“You did it, son. You brought back our girl.”

He pulled Bucky in for a hug. One Bucky desperately needed. He let silent tears fall as the relief of having you home finally washed over him. Out of personal experience he knew that the coming days or weeks or months were going to be difficult but he’d do anything he could to support you.

Charlotte’s excited babbling made Bucky pull away. Her rushed steps were heard echoing off the walls and suddenly she’s turning the corner.

“Dada! Mama’s home.” She exclaimed with absolute glee as she ran to hug Bucky.

“Is she really here daddy?”

“She is bub. Now c,mere.” Bucky hugged him too. The tension left Henry’s body the longer Bucky held him. “I need to tell you both something though.”

“Mama sick. Is kay dada, mama get bettuh. I see it.”

“That’s right, mama is a bit sick right now so you can’t see her just yet. But at least she’s home and we can help her get better soon.”

Henry nodded although concern and sadness clouded his eyes. His attention moves to Bucky’s left side and the lack of an arm. “What happened daddy?”

“It got ruined during the mission.”

“But it is ok because I brought a newer version to replace it anyways.” Shuri’s voice fills the hallway.

The doors to the waiting room are open and four guards, part of the Dora Milaje, stand behind her. Two of them holding a large black box in between them.

“Shuri.” Henry runs to her and they do their secret handshake.

“Hey there little man. How have you been?”

“I’m ok. Have you made anything new?”

“Loads of things. I even brought some prototypes for you to try. But that will be after I help your baba.”

“Ok.”

“Hi Shuwi, mama’s home.” Lottie announces excitedly.

“I’ve heard. I am going to help your mama get better, little one. How does that sound?”

“Is good, tank you.”

“You are very welcome.” Shuri chuckles.

“Everyone, I’d like you to meet Shuri, Princess of Wakanda. She removed hydra’s programming for me, Henry and Lottie and also gave me my left arm. Shuri, this is Y/N’s family.” Bucky says as he introduces everyone.

“You’re really going to help her?”

“Absolutely. Whatever hydra tried to do we can undo it.”

“Thank you so much. We appreciate everything you’re doing not only for Y/N but for Bucky and the kids as well.”

“It is my pleasure to be able to help. Now if you come with me Sergeant.”

Bucky turns to talk to Ed but he just waves Bucky away.

“Y/N’s still asleep. For safety precautions we have guards outside of her room and she is cuffed to the bed.” Bruce says as he stands in front of everyone in the waiting room.

“We will have to wait until she wakes up to run some tests to see what hydra did exactly.” Shuri adds. “Sergeant Barnes is also recovering. We had to take him into surgery to fix some of the inner workings of his shoulder implant before we could replace his arm.”

“How long will that take?” Ed asks.

“Just a few hours. He will definitely be awake before Y/N is. Although I should add that he shouldn’t be the first person she sees when she wakes up.”

“Why not?”

“Because the last command she was given was to hurt him. Until we know how the programming works we need to be careful.”

Everyone agrees and then Shuri and Bruce are gone again to work on who knows what.

****

“Steve, Y/N’s awake. Why don’t you go in first?”

“Why not Ed?” Steve asks as he gets up. Handing a sleeping Lottie to Nat.

“Well like we said,” Bruce explains. “We don’t know how she’ll react. You can at least fight back.”

Steve follows Bruce to your room. The guards at the door don’t move as Steve opens the door and steps in. The lights of the city kept the room bright as they came in through the large windows. You laid on your side, eyes trained on some point outside of the window but there was no spark. Steve sat down on a chair next to your bed but you didn’t look at him.

“Hey Y/N. It’s me Steve.” He says softly but it feels as if he yelled by the way you flinch. “I’m sorry magnet. I didn’t mean to be so loud.”

Your eyes shift toward him for a moment but you don’t respond.

“At least you still don’t like the nickname.” He mutters before sighing. “I missed you. So did the kids. They’re very excited that you’re finally home. I mean we all are of course. But they’re in the waiting room and they refuse to leave.”

“I don’t know you.”

“We are best friends, maybe you just don’t remember.” Steve said. “Your family’s here too.”

You whimpered at the mention of them and you tried to make yourself look smaller. The panicked look in your eyes when you finally looked back at him concerned Steve.

“Hey, it’s ok. You don’t have to see anyone until you’re ready.”

His reassurance didn’t ease your mind though and the heart monitor started to beep faster. Bruce walked in a minute later as Steve tried to calm and comfort you. You were crying and shaking violently in the bed and nothing Steve said helped.

“I’ll have to sedate her.” Bruce says sadly.

Steve nods and steps away. He sighs with one last look in your direction before stepping out of the door.

“How is she?” Eddie’s hopeful voice reaches Steve. Tear filled eyes look up at the older man.

“She didn’t recognize me and she wouldn’t really talk.”

“Maybe she just needs some time. I mean she went through a lot right? We can’t just give up on her.”

“And we won’t. It just pains me to see her like that.” Steve admits. “She’s the strong one in this friendship.”

Eddie nods. “That’s my girl. But now it’s time for us to be strong for her.”

Steve nods as Eddie pats him on the shoulder.

“Now let’s get out there. Lottie won’t listen to anyone other than you or Bucky and we need to take her up to bed.”

“Bubba?” Lottie calls out for Henry with a whisper.

The room they’ve been sharing for the past few weeks is quiet and dark with only a nightlight casting a small glow. Henry is laying on the top bunk bed while Lottie is on the bottom.

“Yeah, baby?”

“Wanna see mama.”

Henry shifts so that he can look over the railing and down at Lottie.

“Daddy and grandpa said mama was sleeping, baby.”

“But mama home. Wanna habe seepover.” Lottie protests as she hugs her pink bear tighter.

“I know baby, but mama is sick, remember?”

“Can gibe Pinky.” Lottie holds up her teddy bear. “Make mama bettuh.”

Henry looks back at his own bear and grabs it. In the kids’ mind it was logical. When they first got to the compound they each got a teddy bear and it always made them feel better.

“Maybe she’ll get better with two teddys.” Henry climbs down the small ladder while Lottie hops off her bed. “We have to be really quiet and you have to do what I say ok?”

“Kay.”

“Ok, don’t let go of my hand.” Henry takes Lottie’s hand and he turns them both invisible.

As quickly and quietly as they can, the kids walk out of their shared room, through the living room where Eddie had fallen asleep on the couch and out of the front door. Henry keeps them invisible in the elevator and during their walk through the waiting room until he finds the room you’re in.

The kids see Tony walk out of your room with a sad and concerned expression on his face. He leaves the door slightly open as the guards change shifts. Henry pulls Lottie against the wall in order to avoid having Tony run into them. Once he’s around the corner Henry walks towards the door to your room and peaks in.

You’re asleep on the bed so Henry opens the door more and lets Lottie walk in. After they’re both behind the door he closes it he watches Lottie walk up to the bed and stare up at you. Her pink bear pressed against her chest as her bottom lips wobbled.

“It’s ok baby. Mama is going to get better.” Henry whispers as he throws his arm around her shoulder. He pulls her in and kisses her temple.

“Can gibe Pinky?”

“Yeah we can.”

Henry pulls the chair closer to the bed so that Lottie can get up easier. She climbs the chair and then moves on to the bed and tucks the teddy under your arm and then does the same with Henry’s orange teddy.

“You ah my sunshine, my onwy sunshine.” Lottie starts to sing.

“You make me happy when skies are gray.” Henry joins in as they both sing the lullaby you often sang to them after a nightmare. “You’ll never know dear how much I love you, please don’t take my sunshine away.”

Lottie climbs onto your lap and lays down on top of you, resting her head on your chest. Henry takes a seat at the edge of the bed. He takes your hand in his and sniffles while running his free hand up and down Lottie’s back in a soothing manner.

****

Against Shuri and Bruce’s advice to rest after having to have some plates replaced in his shoulder, Bucky went to your room. It was late at night so he was sure you were asleep. Bucky just wanted to see you and remind himself that you were back. The guards are standing by your door and he’s sure he recognizes one of them.

“Agent Richards?” He asks quietly.

“Good evening Sergeant Barnes.”

“Aren’t you on desk duty?”

“I requested this assignment. Agent Y/L/N, saved my life out in the field once. It would have been a really close call for me. She took care of me and kept me safe until help arrived. I want to repay the favor.” She says.

“I’m sure she’d appreciate it.”

Agent Richards nods. “Oh, it’s really sweet that you had the kids record that lullaby for her.”

“Lullaby?”

“Yeah, you are my sunshine. I heard the end of it as we got to our post. I’m sure they can’t wait to see their mom again.”

“Yeah, that’s for sure.” Bucky nodded. “Thank you for standing guard. I’m just gonna sit with her for a little bit.”

“Of course sir.”

Bucky opens the door slowly. Once he’s inside he spots the pink and orange teddy bears and knows the kids are in here. His eyes dart around the room but of course he doesn’t see anything.

“Henry, are you in here?” Bucky asked softly. Of course there was no answer. “Lottie did you come to see mama even though you should be sleeping?”

“No.”

Bucky had to cover his mouth to stop himself from laughing.

“Alright let me see you.”

Henry turns Lottie and himself visible again. Lottie was still cuddled up to you and Henry was on the edge of the bed. Bucky opens his arms and both kids move from the bed to his lap. He places a kiss on both their heads and gives them a hug.

“What are you doing here? I said you couldn’t see mama yet because she’s sick.” Bucky asks in a hushed tone.

“But Pinky make mama bettuh.”

“Doll, I know you want mama to be better but you have to do as I say. It’s really important that you follow the rules.”

“I no wike the wules.” Lottie replies with an angry pout and her arms crossed over her chest.

“I know you little troublemaker but you have to do it anyway. It’s important if you want to help mama get better.”

Lottie’s response was a little gasp.

“Mama.” Henry was the one to speak up, making Bucky’s eyes snap up to you in bed.

You were looking at the three of them. Eyes were distant as if you were trying to remember who these people were. If they had a connection to you, you didn’t remember.

“Mama it’s me, it’s Henry.” He noticed your hesitation.

“An Wottie.”

“It’s Lottie. She has a hard time saying her Ls, remember?” Henry says.

The interaction breaks Bucky’s heart. He knows you don’t remember which is why he wanted the kids to stay away until Shuri and Bruce could run their tests.

In response all the kids get is a blank stare before you look up at him. Fortunately you don’t have a murderous look in your eyes anymore. The bad thing is that the lack of response on your part upsets the kids and Lottie begins to cry.

“Mama no wemembuh?”

Bucky grabs both kids and walks out of the room. He takes a moment in the corner of the waiting room to comfort them. He knows it’s a very confusing situation for them and he does the best he can. By the time the kids have calmed down Josh and Sofia have shown up after Bucky asked Friday to call them to take the kids back upstairs. Once they’re gone Bucky walks back into your room where he finds you staring down at both bears.

“May I?” Bucky gestures to the chair but you only stare at him.

Bucky nods to himself realizing that for the past three months your choices have been taken away from you. He proceeds to sit.

“What is the last thing you remember?”

You look up at him, startled at the gentleness of his voice. All you’ve been around have been harsh, cruel screaming and mocking tones.

“I-uh.” You had trouble answering his question.

Immediately you cower as you wait for the blow or whatever punishment the man in front of you sees fit. When it doesn’t come you look back up at the man in front of you to find him with tears in his eyes. Slowly he reaches for your hand and takes it in his.

“We are not going to hurt you here. We want to help you, you don’t have to be scared. It’s ok if you don’t remember anything right now.”

“I had to hurt you.” You whisper after a few minutes of silence. “It’s what he said I had to do.”

While you might not remember him, he felt safe. You felt at peace with him by your side so you let your guard down a bit. He just nodded.

“Do you know where you are?”

You shook your head no.

“You’re home.”

“I live in a hospital?” You questioned. The thought made you uneasy.

“No,” he chuckles. “You live in the Avengers’ tower.”

That only distressed you more. The heart rate monitor started beeping rapidly and you struggled to get out of the restraints.

“Please, I'm sorry. I’ll do whatever they want but don’t let the Avengers take me. They’ll hurt me, please.”

Bucky didn’t have time to react because Bruce is walking into the room to see what’s going on. Suddenly Bucky is being pushed out of the room while Bruce, Helen and Shuri work to calm you down. With nothing else to do Bucky heads up to find someone to talk to.

You woke up hours later in a groggy state. The restraints have been removed so you stretch your limbs. With a small groan you sit up and you take a better look around. Blinking owlishly to take in the room better and you remember what your mission was.

From the other room you could hear voices. They were familiar to you but you couldn’t place them. This whole ordeal felt like being stuck in a zoo exhibit. You could feel there were people out there looking at you but you didn’t know who it was. Although it felt like you should know them. It was upsetting that you didn’t know who you were with and if you could trust them.

At the door you peek out and notice two guards at the door. Closing your eyes you concentrate on finding anything metal that you could use as a distraction. Once you find what you need and you crash metal against the floor the guards leave to double check what is going on. With them gone you slip out of the room and search the floor for a stairway. You remember the doctor talking to someone or something named Friday so you ask it where the kids are. The voice directs you to the right floor and in no time you’re walking into the apartment.

There is no noise other than ambient sounds. You make your way to the kitchen and grab a knife before moving around the apartment until you find the bedrooms. The first one is obviously the kids room. There are toys and kids' clothing thrown about and a bunk bed that sits empty. You move on to the next room and there they are. The two kids that called you mama earlier were cuddled up together and fast asleep in the middle of the huge bed.

Your last mission is simple. Kill the children and get out. If escaping is impossible don’t let the Avengers catch you alive.

You take one step at a time. Slowly you make it to the edge of the bed and stare down at your true target. It’s now or never but as you look at their innocent and angelic faces you can’t seem to follow through. The need to protect and keep them safe overpowers the need to follow orders. It’s a war between your head and whatever hydra did to you and what you feel is the right thing to do. The hand that holds the knife trembles as you fight against the command your handler gave you.

“Mama? Why are you crying?” The boy, Henry if you recall, is looking up at you. He looks a bit concerned.

“I-I don’t know.”

“Mama habe seepover.” Lottie says, her eyes are brighter as she looks up at you. There’s so much trust in her eyes that something breaks in you as she holds her hand out for you.

But the knife is in your hand and you have a mission to complete.

Bucky, Steve, Nat, Tony, Yelena, Shuri and Eddie all raced to Bucky’s apartment. It didn’t take long for Bruce to realize you were gone and for Friday to inform him of your location. The obvious answer as to why you were looking for the kids sat heavy in Bucky’s heart and mind. Had hydra really stooped so low as to have a mother murder her own children? The answer unfortunately was yes. He hoped they could get there in time to stop it. If you went through with it even if it was against your will, Bucky knew you would never forgive yourself. It would crush you and who knows how you would handle it.

They all rush in as they hear Lottie asking if you’re having a sleepover. The best plan of action is for only one or two of them to go in so as to not scare the kids. Bucky opens the door and Steve is right there behind him. The image in front of them lightens the weight on Bucky’s shoulder. You sat in the middle of the bed, Henry tucked into your side and Charlotte on your lap with her head resting on your shoulder. A knife lay on the floor by the bed. He breathed a sigh of relief when you looked up at him. The look of utter confusion on your face as you continued to struggle between what you were doing and what you should be doing.

“Dada, habe seepover.” Lottie pats the space next to you.

Bucky looks over his shoulder to find Steve fighting back tears. He wished it were that easy but he knows it’s not.

“I will in a minute. Can I talk to you out here? Please.” He looks at you.

You look down at the kids, upset that they’ll be upset if you leave them. It was still so strange to you that they provoked such strong emotions and you barely knew them.

“I’ll be back.”

“Don’t go mama. You just came back.” Henry pleads as he holds on to you tighter.

“She’ll be back bubs. We just have to have a grown up talk.”

“I will.”

“Ok.”

You sat Charlotte down on the bed and walked out. The minute the door is closed behind you and you are far enough away from the bedroom there’s a red cloud in your face. As you inhale the substance you feel like you can see for the first time.

Blinking away the fog your head had been in you finally recognized your friends and family. Immediately your legs give out. Bucky is right there holding you and lowering himself to sit on the floor. Tears start flowing freely as you begin to hyperventilate.

“It’s ok Sugar. I’ve got you, you’re safe.” Bucky murmurs but it doesn’t ease your cries. “Just breathe for me. Match my breathing.”

You do as he asks and then turn around to wrap your arms around him. The hug is bone crushing but Bucky doesn’t care. As long as you’re in his arms he’d let you squeeze the life out of him. The others stand around watching as you and Bucky finally reunite after three long and agonizing months. He kisses your temple and reassures you that you’re safe.

“The kids. Oh my god, they want-they wanted m-me t-to hurt them. I almost did. I al-almost hurt my babies.” You cry out.

“Mama?”

You look over Bucky’s shoulder to find Lottie looking at you wide eyed. Henry stood behind her, his hands on her shoulder to keep her close. You moved out of Bucky’s hold to get a better look at them.

“Hi sweet Angel.”

“Mama!” Lottie shrieked as she ran into your open arms. It was really you again. “I missed you mama.” Lottie cried.

“I missed you too, baby.”

You opened your arm for Henry who walked towards you cautiously. His eyes darted from you to Bucky and back.

“Hi my sweet boy.”

It was enough to hear you call him that for Henry’s walls to come tumbling down. His arms loop around your neck and he hides his face in the crook of your neck as he cries. You feel Bucky behind you holding the three of you.

After a while the kids reluctantly get up and so do you. You move to hug your father who had been watching everything unfold.

“Daddy.”

“Hey kitten, I’m so happy you’re home. I knew they’d find you again. You were so strong, you always have been.” He murmurs.

You go down the line hugging and thanking everyone, even meeting Nat’s younger sister who apparently had the serum that helped you out of the hold hydra had in you. Steve is last and you can see his red puffy eyes and tear stained cheeks. It always surprises you how delicately he can hug you considering how strong he is.

“I missed you.” He whispers.

“I missed you too. Thank you for not giving up and for being there for everyone.”

“We only found you because of my best girl.” Steve says as he pulls away. “She gave us the lead we needed.”

You turned to look for Lottie only to find her next to you. Smiling down at her you pick her up and kiss her cheek.

“Did you find me?”

“Mmhmm, mama I see you. An habe a beefing.”

“My hero.”

“Am A-venguh wike Steebie.”

“You are an Avenger, sweet Angel.” You chuckle.

“I hate to interrupt but we should talk.” Shuri says with an apologetic look.

You just nod but you hate what could possibly happen now.

“I’ll take the kiddos.” Eddie says and opens his arms to Lottie.

She pouts but goes with him.

“I’ll be back sweet Angel.” You turn to see Henry standing by Bucky. “I’ll come back, ok?”

“Ok.”

You give him a smile as tears gather in your lash line.

From the elevator to the hallway and even when you stopped in front of a conference room Bucky kept you tucked into his side. You appreciated the action, everything felt too exposed and unsafe. There was this nerve racking feeling in the pit of your stomach that hydra would be back. That they found drag you back into the hell they’d kept you in and this time they’d get their hands on the kids too.

“You’re safe.” Bucky murmured in your ear.

You hadn’t noticed that you were trembling in fear at the thought. He stops outside of a conference room and pulls you in for a hug.

“I’m sorry.”

“You don’t have to apologize. I can’t begin to imagine what they did.”

“No, I’m sorry about your arm.” You look up at him through wet lashes. “I promised I’d never use my ability against you.”

“Hey, don’t do that. You know it’s not your fault. Besides, Shuri upgraded it.”

“Still…”

“No. Trust me, if you start going down this path you’ll lose yourself down a rabbit hole of what ifs.”

You nod but it wouldn’t be that easy. Now you really understood what Bucky had been through even though he suffered more than you had.

“We are ready for you.” Shuri’s head popped out of a door.

“Let’s go see what they found.”

You nod and let Bucky lead you.

****

In the conference room was the whole team who welcomed you back with open arms. Shuri’s team was also in attendance as well as some Dora Milaje. It made you uncomfortable. There were too many unknown people and you couldn’t focus on what Shuri, Bruce and Helen were trying to explain to you. You kept looking over your shoulder waiting for a blow to come. A taser to find its way to your ribs or even a knife to slice your skin.

“Y/N, did you hear what I said?” Shuri’s concerned voice pulls you back to the present. Everyone was staring at you.

You shrunk back in your seat at all of the attention. Your breathing became shallow and all you could hear was a muffled chorus of voices around you. Rocking back and forth in the chair you were sitting in you began to cry again. Your hands flew up to your ears when everything suddenly became too loud.

Bright blue eyes find yours. Soft pink lips move but you can’t hear the words. One warm and one cold hand cup your face.

“I’ve got you, Sugar.” You finally hear Bucky say. He murmurs reassuring words until you finally calm down.

When you look around almost everyone is gone. Steve, Bruce, Helen, and Shuri remain.

“I’m sorry.”

“You don’t have to apologize, Y/N. You’ve gone through something very difficult. I think this was too much.” Bruce said. “Why don’t we end this here and we can meet tomorrow morning and make a decision then.”

“Decision?”

“Hydra placed some kind of tech in your head.” Shuri says cautiously. “Something like a computer chip.”

“So they can control me?”

“Well we aren’t sure which is why we need to remove them as soon as possible. Take tonight to think about it and we’ll meet tomorrow.”

You nod slowly. Bucky thanks them and helps you up. With his arm around you he escorts you back to the elevator with only Steve by your side. In search of more comfort and grounding yourself you take Steve’s hand. The look in your eyes however is distant and fearful.

Steve and Bucky exchange a worried glance. The reports have been coming in nonstop and Steve has read some of them. It’s made him sick to his stomach the snippets he’s read of how you had been treated.

The three of you made it back to the apartment to the sound of the kids playing with Eddie. It made you smile as you walked into the living room to see both Lottie and Henry on top of Eddie.

“Mama.” Henry got up and ran to you first followed closely by Lottie. They both hug and smile up at you. “You came back.”

“I said I would.”

“Let’s let mama get comfy ok.” Eddie says from the living room. “Do you wanna change first? We can have a movie night if you’d like.”

“I’d really like a shower.”

“Yeah, I’ll get it started for you. We have some pajamas for you and everything.” Bucky kisses your temple and disappears into the master room.

“Go on. We’ll be here when you get out.”

You nod but look at the four of them again and a heaviness sits on your chest. It couldn’t be this easy to be free of hydra. They have to have something else planned.

Steve nudges you in the direction of the room and you head in for a shower. Bucky gives you privacy, something you haven’t had in weeks. Once you’re out and dressed you feel refreshed and you’re starting to feel like yourself. In the bedroom Bucky is waiting for you. He gives you a tired smile, one you return.

You step between his legs and rest your hands on his shoulders. His hands instinctively find your hips and he pulls you closer. Bucky’s hands move from your hips to your lower back as he wraps you in a hug. The both of you stay there for a moment just being wrapped up in each other before going out to the living room.

****

In the living room everyone had found their spots on the couch. Henry and Charlotte sat either beside you or on your lap. Bucky sat on your other side. It had been a long few days for everyone it seems.

As the movie the kids had chosen played on everyone but you fell asleep on the couch. The situation had been stressful and nerve wrecking for everyone and it took a toll. Steve and Eddie who had been sitting side by side were leaning on each other for support as they slept. Bucky’s head was on your shoulder as he snored softly, Lottie was resting against your chest and Henry was leaning into you.

They’re why you had done what you did. The reason you gave yourself up to hydra to keep your family safe. It was a difficult price to pay but you would do it again.

You found it hard to sleep though. Anytime you close your eyes all you see is the hell you’d been in for the last few weeks. It didn’t matter though, you were back with your family and that was like a balm to your aching soul. And for now that was enough.

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Rating names/terms for Ehlers Danlos Syndrome:

Ehlers-Danlos Syndrome: 10/10 Lawful neutral, it’s the official terminology, lets you know what’s up

EDS (in all caps): 9/10 Sometimes confused with other unrelated conditions and acronyms but usually works

EDs (‘S’ is lowercase): 2/10 Usually refers to erectile dysfunction or eating disorders, which causes a lot of confusion.

Ehlers Danlos: 8/10. Good shorthand while still knowing what’s going on.

Earers Daniel’s Syndrome: 1/10. I have only heard this once, from an ER doctor. He said it to me as he turned away from his screen (which was pulled up to the Web MD page for EDS) and proceeded to mansplain my condition to me inaccurately. At least he tried.

“Eyers Dan—“ *waves hand around*: -5/10 I’ve heard this one a lot from medical professionals. I just know I’m about to be malpracticed and am already planning the quickest way out of the situation.

Zebras: 6/10 I like the imagery, I like mascots, I like the story (when doctors are in med school they’re told “if you hear hoofbeats, think horses, not zebras” but them zebras are missed) however, I have two criticisms: a) more rare conditions are out there, and zebras technically refers to any rare diseases, not just EDS b) I feel sad when I think about how it basically calls EDS the “I was medically malpracticed disease”

EDSers: 8/10 a cute lil shorthand for “people with EDS”. Easier to explain than the zebras thing

hEDS/vEDS/cEDS/including subtypes: 7/10 I like the idea of being able to know what your subtype is and find people in your sub community, HOWEVER my only concern is that it can feel (and used for) invalidating people without a genetically confirmed subtype because of inaccessibility. I haven’t had gene testing because I can’t afford it— but I have clinically diagnosed EDS, which has been confirmed at multiple hospitals by multiple specialists. I score a 9/9 on the Brighton, meet all major criteria, and meet almost every other minor criteria for EDS on top of that. But I don’t know my subtype yet. I don’t hate/dislike people who use this term and I don’t discourage it, but I do encourage mindfulness about genetic testing accessibility and privilege of access.

Bendy disease: 10/10 a silly goofy joke I say with friends “I cannot walk up stairs on account of my loosey goosey bendy disease” which is always funny to me. Even with my serious things like “my life threatening cardiac conditions are rapidly progressing” you add “on account of my bendy disease” and bam theres my coping skill.

Ehlers: 3/10 a step in the right direction, but it sounds like “yellers” and dismisses half of the team that described the condition

“Double jointed”: 1/10 I was told my whole life until I was 18 that I was just “double jointed” for starters, it’s medically inaccurate. You’re hyper extending, subluxing, or even dislocating joints whenever you’re “double jointed” in a joint. There is not two joints there (unless you’ve had x rays and for some reason genuinely do have two joints in that spot). I honestly hate this term and it’s incredibly dismissive of the pain that happens with EDS while also making it seem like a super power that we’re encouraged to do

Contortionist: 1/10 [NOTE!!! some contortionists DO NOT have EDS and can just bend like that. Some have benign joint hypermobility. But many contortionists do have EDS.] In the context of people with EDS, I hate this term. It’s often the first thing people jump to when I explain my condition. They see my crippled ass in my wheelchair/powerchair or limping around with my cane/crutches/rollator, usually in multiple braces/supports (and thats just external noticeable-to-everyone things, let alone if you hear any aspects of my daily life) and their first thought is: “wow!! So you can entertain me like it’s a freak show!” And not “holy shit dozens of dislocations per day and countless subluxations per day must be excruciating”. I did contortions when I was younger to get praise and due to peer pressure. Fuck that noise I will not be your ugly law era freak show creepy cripple p0rn. Fuck everything to do with that actually.

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2.05 Simon Said

-Dean opens the bathroom door on Sam, saying “zip it up, let’s hit the road,” and showing blatant disregard of basic boundaries that makes sense in the context of Dean raising Sam from infancy.

-Sam had another vision and insists on going to the roadhouse for help finding the subject of the vision. Dean says they shouldn’t be among other hunters advertising that Sam is a freak with a psychic demon connection. Sam is offended. In s1 Dean told Sam they’re both freaks and it made Sam feel less alone, but now his visions are making it too real and he’s sensing that Dean is on edge about his visions and connection with the demon.

-Sam basically ignores Jo. The last time he saw her he was put out by Dean flirting with her. Dean is nice to her but ditches her to follow Sam not once but twice.

-Jo puts on “Can’t Fight This Feeling.” Dean leaves the moment Sam indicates he’s ready and Dean sings the song to him in the car. Most shows will choose songs very intentionally for what’s happening between the characters, and when you actually look at the lyrics it’s very SamDean.

Sam is Dean’s light in the darkness, he’s what gives his life direction, his life has revolved around him. And he’s struggling with a horrible secret and his fears that he’s having trouble keeping to himself. There’s also the matter of Dean repressing his feelings for Sam and trying to be strong.

-Sam thinks Andy is the killer, but Dean trusts his gut that “I just don’t think the guy’s got it in him” which is exactly what he said to Sam earlier about him becoming a killer

-Dean, when Andy makes him tell the truth via mind control, says that Sam is afraid of becoming a murder and “I hope to hell he’s wrong but I’m starting to get a little scared that he might be right.”

Sam is really upset to hear this, he looks at Dean with angry disbelief.

-Sam gets out of the car and follows Andy. Dean knows that Andy can control his actions and thinks that he’s making people kill themselves but his Big Brother pull to go to Sam overrides all of that. Even after Andy commanded him to “leave me alone” Dean is out of the car following Sam within seconds.

-Dean watches from a short distance, and Sam looks back toward Dean when he hears him get out of the car and again when his next vision starts. We get these images of Dean intermixed with the vision to show that Sam is looking over at Dean.

Dean holds Sam protectively and crouches over him. He holds his arm and puts a hand on the inside of Sam’s thigh above his knee, and Sam reaches for Dean. The way Sam goes from big and imposing when he advances toward Andy to small and vulnerable in Dean’s arms is just beautiful.

Andy tries to ask Sam a question about his vision and Dean instantly barks at him to “shut up” because Sam is still talking.

-The vision was a woman setting herself on fire, so when a firetruck drives by Dean looks at Sam, Sam says “go” and Dean takes off while Sam waits with Andy. They don’t even have to discuss the plan, but Dean won’t leave Sam until he says it’s okay.

-Sam tells Andy “You still live in a van. I don’t get it, you could have anything you ever wanted.” He warms visibly to Andy when he says “I’ve got everything I need” and this seems to be the point at which Sam starts to see himself and Andy as similar in a good way. Sam basically lives out of the impala, and he also has everything he needs. Which is Dean. He says “maybe there’s hope for both of us” and Dean pulls up.

-Andy has an evil brother, so we’re in another Cain and Able situation. Evil Brother steals Andy’s girlfriend and tells her that Andy is his, not hers. He also has a thing for making people say everything is okay when it’s not. They’re like Sam and Dean’s twisted mirrors with the possessiveness and denial, only these two were raised apart.

-This episode drew attention to the question of what Sam will become, and to Sam’s relationship with being a “freak.” As a child Sam clung to the outside world for dear life, praying every night and working hard at school and actively avoiding acting like a “freak” as much as possible. Sam fought with John for putting him and Dean in this lifestyle, but a recurring theme in the show is Sam insisting that he doesn’t blame Dean for things. Sam saw Dean being admired at school and thought he was the perfect son in John’s eyes. Dean could be a violent hunter but still be good. So, Sam doesn’t feel like a freak because he’s a hunter, it’s because he feels like something is truly wrong with him, like he’s more like the monsters and freaks that they hunt. I think he believes this because 1 he wasn’t what John wanted him to be, 2 he wasn’t accepted at school like Dean so he felt othered, 3 the trauma he grew up with made him feel guilty and impure, and 4 Dean won’t accept Sam being in love with him so he feels ashamed of it. It’s the only part of him Dean won’t accept.

Reasons 1 and 2 come from flashbacks and the brothers’ arguments on the show. Let’s get into 3, the trauma. Sam was preyed on at least twice by monsters as a baby and child (the demon and the shtriga). Swallowing demon blood changed him and meant that he was marked.

But it’s more than that. His mother’s death was a mystery that John never explained to him, and he spent the first 6 or so years of his life being lied to about what his family was even doing on the road all the time. That matters to Sam. He gives the amulet to Dean in a later flashback because Dean told him the truth about what they were doing, and according to John’s diary he let Dean field a lot of Sam’s questions about Mary. John (unintentionally) gave Sam the message that he couldn’t be trusted with the truth about his own life.

On top of that, John raised him with the underlying, ever present terror that he would be horribly hurt or stolen or killed. John saw danger and darkness everywhere and he wasn’t honest with Sam about why, but he certainly raised Sam to believe that the world was dangerous and wanted to hurt him. One example is Sammy waking up not knowing about the Shtriga, just knowing his dad was losing his shit clutching at him and his brother was holding a gun, terrified. Children can’t tell the difference between being told they will be hurt and being told they deserve to be hurt.

The one person who doesn’t make Sam feel like something is wrong with him is Dean. Sam feels Dean as protective and loving and reassuring. His whole nervous system exhales around Dean. His body knows he’s safe with Dean’s body. We know this because Sam melts into Dean when he’s tired or hurt, he reaches for Dean when he’s in pain or needs help—he knows on a very instinctive level that Dean is safe, Dean will hold him, Dean won’t leave him.

Dean must have been so gentle and attentive with baby/child Sammy for that to be the case. Dean would’ve played the most important role in how their relationship developed early on simply because he was older, and he was given a lot of power over Sam. Dean is deeply possessive and imperfect but the fact that Sam feels safe and good and loved by him is remarkable considering Dean was four or five years old when he started parenting Sam. The warmth and care he provided as a traumatized child himself is staggering.

Their childhood was so fucked up that there was no way they were ever going to be normal about each other, and under any other conditions—basically with anyone other than Dean—who knows what would’ve happened to Sam. They were competing for resources like affection and food and clothing. Parentification is correlated with violent and abusive tendencies, and Dean was exposed to way too much violence and horror as a child to process normally. By all accounts he should’ve been a wreck and he should’ve had zero ability to regulate his own emotions, let alone an infant’s. Instead he made Sam the center of his world and his whole heart.

So. Sam fears being a freak, feels he is good when he’s Dean’s. Dean struggles with the immense responsibility of loving Sam the right way. The ways they love each other Wrong come out in violence.

They save and damn each other by loving and not loving enough, and it will be the absence of Dean’s love that corrupts Sam. The fact that this is the plot of the show and not an insane wincest theory is just ridiculous.

-The episode ends with the song “Fell on Black Days,” which could describe both Sam and Dean’s POV about Sam’s connection to the demon.

“Whomsoever I’ve cradled” sounds like Dean, and the song talks about fate and being blind by wanting to see good. The line “I’m a search light soul they say but I can’t see it in the night” reminds me of “you’re a candle in the window on a cold dark winter’s night.”

Dean is afraid of what will happen if his moral compass and light go dark, and because it’s Dean, he blames himself. “Whomsoever I’ve cured, I’ve sickened now.” A love that corrupts.

#samdean #supernatural #spn meta #sam and dean #wincest #spn 2x05

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Anthony Head: He’s [Joss] very generous and knows exactly what he wants. We’ve only had terse words on a couple of occasions, one of which was when I brought something to a scene. Basically there was an episode we were filming which was coming up short so they added this scene where me and Xander were looking for Buffy, and originally it was someone saying “oh we must find her” or something like that, so we’re filming this scene where we find Spike and one of the executive producers called David Solomon who was head of post-production directed it, and basically the dialogue amounted to “Have you seen Buffy”….”No” came the answer, it was filler, and I thought what can we do with this. So I’m walking down this alley and I thought I know, I’m going to step in some dog-shit. Cos basically what I’d learned in class was you can bring life into the scene and the scene will take care of itself, you concentrate on something while you’re talking the dialogue and then the dialogue doesn’t sound like it’s something off a page and it sounds more like part of life.

So as I’m sitting there, we find Spike and I’m sitting on a bunch of garbage cans and I pick up some paper and wipe the crap of my shoe.

And it worked, I suggested the idea to David Solomon who was directing it and he said “yeah sure if you want”, so I did it and then I got this call from Joss saying “What were you thinking?”, so I said “oh I was just trying to bring a bit of life into it” so he said “My show is not about shit!” so I said “oh sorry” and he said “well you’ve painted me into a corner now and I’m gonna have to edit around it because I’m not having you wiping crap off your shoe, what was wrong with the scene?” and I said “Well I just think it was a bit boring”. Anyway when it came to it they cut around it by basically shooting me in close-up and just using all the close-up shots so you don’t know what I’m doing, but I am preoccupied with something. So actually as it happens it works, because I’m not staring at Spike asking him meaningless questions I’m concentrating on something else which happens to be crap on my shoe, so it actually worked.

Interview with Anthony Stewart Head 02/03/13

#if anyone finds time to read it because I actually found it very interesting #i never would have noticed #anthony stewart head #rupert giles #buffy #btvs #buffy the vampire slayer #ttwgop #anthony head

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Hi! How are you? You can write something about Velvette x reader, being reader a famous pop singer in hell. They followed mutually in social media before and one day they have the chance to work together for a show what ends in they dating after a time? You can take it in the direction you prefer. Thanks 💖

.•PINK WINGS•.

•.~Velvette x pop star! Reader

•.~Warnings,: cussing!, fluff!, that’s really all

•.~ What’s an amazing idea!, tried my best on this one hope it’s too your liking

The end of a long first show, being all dolled up in reds and blacks with you hair tied up so it easier for you to sing and not having to eat your hair while your performing, you sat in front of your vanity looking at yourself the makeup the crew had done now all sweaty and worn down and the chocker that was gifted to you by Velvette a social media overlord that you were mutuals with on hellsta,

*Ding* your phone light up showing the picture of you and your helldog, picking your phone up it was a notification from velvette “Best girl I know!, born for the stage!” It was a post a picture of you on the stage you had just performed on. how sweet, you smiled to your self, you posted the post on your story saying “Thanks babes! 💕” you giggled as you watched your story flood with likes, setting your phone down you got out of your performance wear and changed into some flared black pants and a crop top that was white and had a graphic drawing of wings on the back with your stage name under neath, letting your hair down you sighed in relief and grabbed your bag and phone and headed back to your apartment.

Walking down hells streets you got a DM from Velvette “Hey sugar! Yeah know I could always collab with ya, wear my outfits and perform fashionably” you cracked a smile what a dream it wasn’t something knew of Velvette sending you DMs you guys were social media besties, you would shit on the same people and tag each other in it.

Walking up the stairs you unlocked your door and set you bag down on the floor and flopped onto the couch, you thought of what to say, it wasn’t a bad idea velvette was a fashion icon and you were a pop star so it wasn’t like you had to think twice, you let your fingers type away, your black finger nails hitting the screen creating a tapping sound as you did so, “Yeah know, not a bad idea hun what ya got planned?” It wasn’t till a matter of seconds till velvette replied back “How about we meet up tomorrow at my studio and while plan it together ;)” you couldn’t help but giggle and feel a hit of small heat on your cheeks at her winky face, “Sure I’ll be there by 10” you replied getting off the couch and going to your room to get ready for bed knowing tomorrow is gonna be a long day.

*Ring*…..*Ring*….*RING!* your alarm clock went off, rolling over pressing the stop checking the time, your eyes light up as you saw it was 9:40, “SHIT WHAT THE FUCK” you said rushing out of your bed falling in the process, getting back up you rushed over to your closet and put on some pants and a off the shoulder sweater, you quickly put your hair up and grabbed your sunglasses and put them on, rushing out the door you almost forgot your phone, picking it up you saw a message from Velvette “Were are you at?, don’t tell me you slept in” you could hear her eye roll.

You were basically running to her studio, you finally meet the doors of her modelling place we’re all the “Magic happens” she says, opening the doors you were faced with a angry Velvette yelling at the models to ‘Hurry up and grab the racks’, you walked in and her head immediately snapped towards you, all the anger flushed away now a big smile painted on, “Darling!” She grabbed your hands and spun you “You look like a pop-star running away from the paparazzi” she giggled, you chuckled and rushed a quick “I knowww” tucking your hair back velvette pulled you over to the racks that were freshly put out by the models “Don’t be scared darling go stand up there” she pointed to a small platformed area with purple and black shutters around it leaving an open space for her to see you “So with your songs you go for more flashy reds and blacks how about blacks and pinks this time yeah?” She suggested looking through the rack “Uhhh yeah I don’t think my fans would mind maybe they’ll like it, who knows” you chuckled.

Velvette grabbed a piece of clothing and held it up to your body “Mmmm this will do put it on baby” baby what did she say, baby? That was different you flushed a light pink “Y-yeah sure” looking at the clothing it was a black leather bodysuit with a zipper in the front and with pink angel wings on the back, this girl knew your modo was based around lustful angels, you were snapped back into reality with Velvette putting black leather boots that were thighed “Here and these” you looked at them and put them on they increased your height by an inch “done” you opened the shutters to show her, her face was stunned no model she has could ever look as good as you right now “Oh my god, my models could never darling, wait is that the chocker I gifted you” you had a confused look till you touched your neck “Oh I guess I never took it off” she smirked “Are you taking a liking to me baby” she spat out with a sweet tone, she was so close to you you could feel her breath on your neck “I-i uh I just like it” she chucked and pulled you to her chair and sat you down, “How about we do pink shadow with a black liner for tonight? Would fit your eyes perfectly” you nodded she went to work on getting your face ready by the time it was done, it was already 2:00 a clock, shit your show starts in 2 hours.

“Hey Velvette? My show start in 2 hours can we start heading there” she paused “God dammit I haven’t even done your hair yet FUCK!” She was getting hot head at a model for not telling her the time, as you grabbed your glasses and pulled Velvette out of the studio “Hey honey, you can do my hair at the place but right now we gotta go.” You looked at her and got in the limo that was outside waiting on you guys, she let a simple ‘Fine’ and got in sitting next to you.

After about 20 minutes of Velvette yelling at the driver to and I quote ‘HURRY THE FUCK UP YOU SLOW BITCH’ you guys finally got there Velvette rushed you in as fast as she could and seated you on the chair, she went to town doing your hair, she put It up and a high puffy ponytail and fixed up your makeup just a little till your producer

yelled “2 minutes till show time name!” You looked up at Velvette and got up from the chair, she grabbed your hand and put her other on your cheek “Your gonna do amazing baby cakes, you got this now kick some drunken no good sinners asses” you giggled she just kept staring at you as you did to, you felt your face getting hot as she rubbed a thumb on your cheek, she leaned in to kiss you until. “COME ON NAME NOW!” You flinched as your producer yelled at you.

You gave Velvette an apologetic smile and rushed to grab the microphone and step on stage taking your place, you took one last sigh and the curtains opened and your music started to play.

The music took you in letting your voice flow dancing in between the pauses, breathing getting harder and your breath getting hotter, you spotted velvette with her phone up recording you taking in your sweet presence, you stepped down and continued to sing making your way down stage to her your steps hot and smooth, your hips swaying to the beat, you met her face. As you sang the last lyric your face was inches away from hers feeling each others hot breath on your faces, velvette just chuckled and pulled you in by your chocker, she pressed her lips hard into yours, it felt like heaven and she tasted like candy and beelzebud, she parted lips letting you take heavy breaths, “Look at you baby, making a scene just to announce your mine” she chuckled pecking you cheek grabbing your hand “Lets go home yeah baby cakes?”.

She rushed you guys out of the bar and took a taxi back to her place, making it to her room but not without Valentino a vox eyeing you guys down and smirking at velvette, “welcome to your new place baby cakes” she said walking over to her closet she took out a pair of black shorts and a white off the shoulder sweater of hers and tossed it to you, “here wear those, we’ll go to your apartment tomorrow to get your stuff” you smiled and held the clothes given to you, walking to her bathroom you started to yell “so you think now that we’re together we’re living with each other”

You finished and got out of the bathroom “well duh baby cakes, I’m not having my girlfriend live without, that’s just wrong” she said waving a hand looking up from her phone, “look people are already going wild about are knew statement tonight” she chuckled giving you her phone, it was tons of compliments and dirty comments about you and your sexy outfit tonight, some were just sweet things say “awww there adorable together” and others….lets not speak about it.

You sat down on the bed giving the phone back to velvette “wow…thats uh a lot of people” she could tell you were overwhelmed “hey baby” she put her hand on your back and brought you into a laying down position with her, “don’t worry about it baby cakes, your gonna be okay, we’re gonna be okay. I won’t let anything happen to you princess” she played with your hair until you calmed down

She was warm you couldn’t deny it, and the way she was playing with your hair just made you feel so…comfortable, *yawn* velvette looked down at your sleepy state, “don’t worry darling go to sleep” she spoke in that sweet tone again, she kept playing with your hair until she heard soft breaths come from your mouth.

•.~ Wow that was long, I enjoyed writing this I’m not gonna lie!, it was quite pleasant I feel my inner pop star coming out, and of course I had to use a classic are one and only lady gaga

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WORLD TOUR- .03

"Get a room!"

(just a little heads up you might be upset with this chapter but like I said this is a slow burn! There's gonna be some obstacles.)

The first official day of the tour, meaning it had been two weeks since we announced our news in the interview. It’s also been two weeks since I punched Tom in the jaw. We really haven’t talked to each other since then, with no flash outbursts of arguments or really acknowledging each other unless it was a quick dirty look or snarky comments under our breaths.

It had been getting to the others. They were used to us messing with each other but now it’s just pure anger. Pure hatred. We couldn’t stand each other before, but now we couldn’t fathom one another.

Touring is going to be… something.

Speaking of which our first day is in Cologne Germany. Since it’s the first night we’re going all out. Of course, we’re going to go all out for the other nights but this one is special. This is what shoots off our tour together. As a family. Even if this family is a little screwed we’d have each other’s backs at the end of the day.

I’d hope Tom isn’t too childish to screw anything up for us.

Right now, I had just finished dressing into a red tank top and black baggy ripped jeans that underneath have fishnets to show underneath. Our makeup artist just finished everyone else's makeup so now it was on to me. She has to make sure we don’t look washed out on stage then we can add whatever we like.

Which is exactly what we’re doing, Bill is doing his little details for me. “Alright, Bill you can come in.” She sighs, looking back at her work before leaving for the singer to barge in and mess it up. He had just finished doing his hair and makeup himself when he was waiting for me to finish up myself.

As he did my makeup he looked extremely focused, wouldn’t let me talk, and wouldn’t talk himself and if I did talk he’d shush me along with smacking my hand pretty hard.

“[Name]?” A voice calls, my head snapping in their direction. Ultimately destroying Bill’s work, once again earning another slap on the hand like I was a toddler. “[Name]!” He cries, going to my vanity and grabbing a makeup rag. I place m hands up in defense, immediately apologizing.

It ended up being Gustav who called for me so he apologized as well. “What’s up?” I ask the blond, turning my head back for Bill to clean up and then redo what I had messed up.

Gustav ends up standing behind Bill, watching the face beating I was currently getting from an eyeshadow brush. “I want to tell you now but I’m scared you’re going to mess up his look again.” He laughs, and Bill just flips him off. Continuing to not speak like he was doing beforehand.

“What’s wrong with him?” He jokes, I just press my lips together basically saying I don’t want to say or else I’m going to get hit again. My hand is probably going to bruise from the aggressive hits.

As we waited for him to finish up Gustav was humming tunes, pretending to drum behind Bill. Unfortunately making me laugh and of course, getting hit!

“Okay, I’m done. What do you want to tell her?” He puts a hand on his hip, standing up. Now the attention goes to the drummer who took a deep breath.

“Someone’s here for you.”

“Who?” I motion for him to carry on, getting up from my seat myself.

“Jace Comdonian.” Bill and I gasp, grabbing onto each other in shock. “No fucking way.”

“Where!?” I scream, Bill laughs as Gustav points down the hall, both of us booking it. Going to make a left but Gustav shouts; “Wrong way!” We push over each other, going in the correct direction now. We see the familiar curly-headed boy from behind who was talking to a security guard. “Jace!!” We shout, he slowly turns our way, his face lighting up he waves at us.

I couldn’t believe it!

I run straight into his arms and he lifts me up, he kisses my cheek before letting me down. “I can’t believe you’re here!” I hold onto his face, forgetting about everyone around us.

Jace was my first official boyfriend when I was 15. It’s been two years since we ended our relationship. Due to me having to leave for the United States a lot for my acting roles, we called it quits. He couldn’t handle the long distance and it was just better off being really good friends. Now I won’t say my feelings have completely gone away (because they haven’t) but we talk every now and then. The last time we talked was five months ago and he was dating a girl.

Happy for him (No I wasn’t).

“Well, Johanna was supposed to be here too.” He awkwardly says, scratching the back of his head. Right. Johanna was supposed to come to take photos for tonight but she got really sick last minute. Food poisoning I think.

“She will be missed.” I kiss my fingers, lifting them into the air dramatically. Bill shoves me out of the way and bro hugs Jace. They were pretty close too while we dated. Jace got along with pretty much everyone.

Except for Tom but that didn’t really matter to me.

“How have you been?” Bill asks him, now stealing him from me so I stand back with Gustav who just caught up. “Doesn’t Tom hate him?”

“Yeah, who cares though.” I roll my eyes, leaning onto him as he threw an arm over my shoulder, snickering at what I said. I don’t know how they are friends with us. Our nonstop arguing or comments about each other. I wonder if they’ve ever thought about dropping one of us. Probably me if anything since Tom is Bill’s twin and everything. I wouldn’t blame them either if we’re being honest.

I’m getting side track though. Jace, Jace is wonderful. He was always supportive of me in our relationship. He always wanted me to sing or play the guitar for him. Or show him my auditions for the movies or shows I was getting into. He would fly in sometimes and watch on set.

I’d do the same for him but he doesn’t want the spotlight of fame. He wants to be a teacher, something I respect even though I never really went to school growing up. He wants to teach elementary kids, mainly he wants to get into art.

Something I personally fell in love with after him telling me. He is perfect in my eyes. His tan skin, curly brown locks, hazel eyes, and just the perfect dimples that indented every time he smiled.

“[Name]” It’s almost time!” Georg calls, I push away from Gustav. “Already?” I widen my eyes, I feel like we just did mic checks only thirty minutes ago but looking at the time it’s been two hours. I go up to Jace and kiss his cheek. “We’ll talk after the show?”

“Of course.” He smiles, nodding for me to go on.

“Make sure he gets to the front alright, please.” I plead with one of the security guards who just nods. I take a deep breath and hurry down the hall with the three boys. I’m guessing Tom is already where he needs to be.

A lady hands me a mic, and I go on before the others. Just to start the show and then the next song they come in.

“Hello, Cologne Germany!” I scream (obviously this is in German but I am not embarrassing myself by translating off Google.)

The crowd goes wild as I enter the stage, I wave to everyone. The song was already starting. During it, I’d check to the side to see the guys getting ready, they all cheer me on as I performed.

The feeling was euphoric as I felt the vibration of my own voice not only in my throat but around the room. The electricity of attention these people had on me made me want to do it all night.

As the song ended the lights dimmed to only me. “I wanted to thank everyone who came out tonight.” I smiled as everyone cheered once again.

“Tonight will be a tremendous show, not only from me but my boys in Tokio Hotel.” Taking a deep breath, I continue on. “This will be the first step into many different countries and areas all over. Your love has brought me to go on, to live this wonderful life I live so I give you just a fraction of my appreciation. The rest will be later on.” As they cheered, the boys get into their places, since the lights weren’t on over there no one saw them.

Then all of a sudden instruments begin and the lights flash on.

The night was filled with laughter, slight mess-ups, and just so much fun. Tom and I competed with our guitars, obviously wasn’t meant to show but everyone noticed. Bill and I dramatically danced with each other as we sang. I went over to Gustav’s platform during the night at one point and showed off my little drum skills. Georg and I threw water at people together as well.

I want my shows to not only show off my voice but show who we are as people. Make us seem more human than just celebrities.

Of course, it had to come to an end. It even made me a little emotional to have to get off stage. It was our first night of a huge adventure, something I feel like I’ve repeated over and over but it’s true. This isn’t going to be some little thing that ends in months. It won’t end for a year. A year stuck with these boys who I grew up with as children. Been on magazines with. Endless sleepovers. Everything.

“You did amazing!” I brought Georg and Gustav into a hug, all of us wet from the rain part of Monsoon that Bill made us do. “You’re one to talk, you had the crowd going crazy.” Georg hugs me back. I just wave him off, pretending to blush. Tom was behind us with Bill, they were silently talking about something so I turned around, letting go of the two. “Nice job, Tom.” I politely smile, he raises a brow at first but quietly thanks me. “You too.”

“You guys did fucking awesome!”

All of us turn to see Jace and I smile, heading over to him and hugging him. Purposely getting him wet. He tries pushing me away but just gives up in the end. “You liked it?” I asked after everyone thanked him. Tom had stopped in front of us, he was giving his guitar to a stage manager.

“Like it? I loved it.” He squeezes me into the hug more.

“Move it, you’re in the middle of the hall.” Tom shoves through us, I went to say something back but Jace stops me. “I see he hasn’t changed.”

I sigh, shaking my head. But I push myself back remembering he does have a girl. Even if we’re good friends I need to know my place with this.

“What?” He tilts his head.

“Your girlfriend.” I laughed mainly to myself.

“Girlfriend?” He almost looks offended, not even remembering his own girlfriend? “Oh! Last time we- right. We broke up like a week after that phone call.” He chuckles, pulling me back to him. We started walking to my dressing room this time though.

“Oh! I mean oh… Sorry to hear that.”

He shakes his head, laughing at me. “No you’re not.”

“You caught me.” I bite my lip, picking at the dead skin. He lifts my chin up by a finger.

“I want to try again.” He whispers, I harshly blink at him a few times. He caught me offguard okay?

Because.. What?

I step back from him, and my nose was slightly scrunched. “Ouch. not the reaction I expected.” He says, I put my hands up trying to go back. “No, no, you just um you kind of said that out of nowhere. I just got off stage there’s just uh a lot going on in my head.” I look around, the tension in the air was building up and I was just making it more awkward.

“Right, I’m sorry.” He says, scoffing at himself. “Hey, it’s okay. Give me some time to think.” I smile, taking his face in my hands to have him look at me. His eyes go straight to my lips and then back to my eyes.

“Can I kiss you, atleast?”

I don’t even reply I just go on my tip toes and place a kiss on his lips. Not even giving me a chance to get used to it he pulls me closer by my hips.

What we didn’t see were the four boys staring at the scene in shock.

“Get a room!” Georg shouts, Bill and Gustav, roar into laughter as Tom just looked disgusted. I flipped them off, pulling back from Jace.

“I hate you guys.” I lay my head on his chest and they just make kissy noises and walk by.

So, I just want to add another thing. This will not be a love triangle. Like I said there's going to be some obstacles before you and Tom even get to mentioning your feelings. Maybe... I'm still figuring some things out. Like if I want this to have a sad or happy ending lol. Also, I don't know if I should add smut obviously later on so if you guys want to see anything let me know. It might not happen but I always want some feedback this story is for you guys but it's everything is all in my hands. ;) Sorry for not posting sooner I had work and I was just too tired to post this. I did make it on Wattpad so if you don't want to deal with how it comes out on Tumblr you can go on there. :)

Sorry this is a lot but just wanted to feed some things into here before I go. ALSO, be prepared there might be multiple chapters that will come out by and on Sunday. I'm hoping to have chapter four tomorrow night. Chapter Five on Friday, Chapter Six and maybe seven on Saturday, and then Eight, Nine, and maybe Ten on Sunday. But this is up in the air it might change if I'm too tired from work lol.

Until next time:3

#tom kaulitz #bill kaulitz #georg listing #gustav schäfer #tokio hotel #x reader

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Folie a Deux IV: Jealousy

(I also Made an alternate Cover! Don’t know why)

A college student finally finished their midterm exams and makes their way back to the dorm. First thing they do when they enter is check YouTube and spot the perfect video.

Jenna Ortega and (F/n) (L/n) answer the Webs most searched questions. It plays as the two sit casually together.

“Hello I’m Jenna Ortega.”

“And I’m (F/n) (L/n), and we’re here to Answer the Webs most searched questions about us.”

The video begins as the duo take a board and answer various internet searches. (Y/n) tears off one.

“Is (Y/n)… Blind.” He said, he turns to the camera, staring at it as people try not to laugh.

“…No.” He answers, “It was just a Character I was playing, I’m not actually blind, but what I will say is that acting blind is a lot harder than you think.” He explains, Jenna eyes him as he looks at her.

“Okay so let’s say we’re doing a scene, and I have to listen to you, I can’t look directly at you even though I obviously want to, I have to basically look in your general direction but not directly at you.” He said, she nodded, admitting that makes sense.

“He’s smarter than he looks she says jokingly, the interviewer continues as another question pops up.

“How did.. Jenna Ortega and (F/n) (L/n) meet.” She said, “it was… the Grammys?” She Said and (Y/n) nodded.

“Yeah it was the 2020? I remember they told I was gonna sit next to Orgeta so I thought, “oh it’s probably Brian Orgeta or something.” This was my first Awards show so I was obviously anxious and I had a few things in my brain to say to break the ice, well it didn’t end well. I look to my left and this, beautiful girl just sat down next to me and, you remember the old windows PC’s and that blue screen sound effect they make? That was my brain.” He explains without cracking a single smirk, Jenna pursed her lips, trying not to laugh, also because he said she was beautiful.

“But yeah, ever since that, and us getting casted in Wednesday we’ve been friends ever since.”

“Yeah, Friends.” She mutters.

With the last question, they both tear it off and say in unison. “Are Jenna Ortega and (F/n) (L/n).. dating.” They look to the camera to speak but the video, hilariously and abruptly ends.

“So they cut the video for dramatic effect?” (Y/n) Asks Miss Ortega as he sits at a marble table inside a beautiful kitchen, it was part of a beautiful villa in Tuscany Italy. He asks the girl walking out of the room putting on a pair of gorgeous golden earrings, her hair done so well, adorning a beautiful gold trimmed Princess Line dress. He saw her and much like before, his brain couldn’t fathom her beautiful, he simply stood up and walked to the window, looking out to see the gorgeous countryside and it’s beautiful hills, perfectly matched by the slowly setting sun.

“I really appreciate you coming with me.” He said, “I mean getting invited to some ball was pretty scary.” He explains, Jenna shook her head. “It’s funny to hear that, I’ve been doing this since I was a kid, it’s natural to me.” She explains, walking next to him she also looks out the window. Taking in the slowly setting sun over the beautiful Italian mountainside.

“I could look at this forever.” She said, reveling in the beauty of the moment. (Y/n) nods, his phone suddenly rings, checking it was his manager and he reluctantly answers.

“Hello? Oh, yeah I’m just waiting I— oh, she did?” He said, Jenna turns to him, her interest growing in his conversion.

“That’s, fine? Okay.” He hangs up, and turns to Jenna.

“Apparently Olivia’s going too, so that’s fun.” He said, Jenna was taken aback slightly. Not expecting someone else.

“It’ll be nice to see her at least, cmon we should get going.”

The two were escorted, mostly driven to there. (Y/n) was humming to “Good 4 U”. Jenna, having a taste for music picks up.

“You must really like that song.” She said and (Y/n) nods, “Love it. Actually, I guess the boys version I made was okay, but nothin compares to the original.”

“Boys?” She replied, and (Y/n) reluctantly shows a video, it was a small recap of it all. (Y/n) releasing a version that swaps the protagonists of the song. Not to diss Olivia but to show that breakups are nasty on both ends. Turns out, Olivia loved it, and obviously retweeted it.

“Breakups suck on both ends a lot of times, it’d be like if you and I stopped being friends, we’d both be hurt.” He explains, Jenna sees the look in his eyes, she always found he was always honest, even if it was painful and the look in his Eyes, he would be hurt if they stopped. Jenna reached out, her hand almost grabbing his, until the vehicle stopped, they halted and prepared to make center stage, as the door opened (Y/n) stepped out first, adjusting his suit he then turns to the door and reaches out for Jenna, she smiles, taking his hand and steps out. The duo make their presence known.

Cameras flash and (Y/n) was still a bit novice at this, Jenna took it for the moment to make her power move, her arm wrapped around his and he was surprised but didn’t make any attempt to stop her, the two walk in to the Ball, adores with tapestry and music, it felt like the 1900’s once more, a whimsical prince with a beautiful princess on his arm, this was a fantasy to many, but a dream come true for (Y/n).

It was mostly mingling and talking, the two keeping close to each other. While they weren’t locked arms they were still in yelling distance, mingling and enjoying the ambiance. Staying in the Limelight, but something caught (Y/n) in the corner of his eye, a girl with sleek black hair approaching, in a large silver Ball gown, it was Olivia. She smiled and approached, (Y/n) was caught off guard by another beautiful woman talking to him first!

“(Y/n)?” She asks. (Y/n)s pep picked up and he smiles.

“Yeah, it’s nice to meet you!” He offers a handshake and Olivia kindly shakes it. Yeah we’ve talked on the internet before but, it’s weird in person.

“You come here alone?” (Y/n) asks.

“Yeah, it was nice to not be on tour or stuck making music, good to get out, you?” She replies, (Y/n) looks over.

“No, Jenna’s with me.” He said, Olivia nods in jest, “A nice date night then huh?” She said.

“What? No it’s, she came as a friend, I’m not too good with people.” (Y/n) awkwardly admits. Olivia looks around for a moment, spotting Miss Ortega, who sees the two chatting and, isn’t in the most enjoyable mood. Olivia smiles.

“Hey, Mind if we talk in private? Something I want to run by you.” She asks, (Y/n) casually agrees and Jenna watches the two walk away to a more secluded part of the Ballroom. Her frown was very prominent, and she sulked after, slowly following them. They pass by a pillar To the outside and Jenna has lost their trail, listening to any talking she picks something up, she follows past a pillar and to smaller balcony, she was suddenly stopped as (Y/n) came around the corner. They almost bumped into each other.

“Oh! Sorry!” (Y/n) said, Jenna’s worry faded as she looks around.

“It’s fine, so, what were you up to?” She asked.

“Olivia.” He said at first, “she wants to collaborate on a song, first collab for me!” He said with a giddy smile. Jenna couldn’t help herself with a smile. (Y/n) walks out to the Balcony and Miss Ortega soon follows.

“So, music?” She asked, “Yeah, she’s working on something called.. “Vampire.” Can’t say much more.”

“You aren’t taking any more acting roles, are you?” She said, a hint of sadness on it.

“I don’t know… I’m not really fit for it. I mean I had my first kiss on a Netflix show, am I really made for this?” He says to her, Jenna shrugs off his fears.

“It’s a rough thing at first but… wait, First?” She asks, not fully catching that first part. (Y/n), lacking any awareness nods.

“Yeah, that scene we did after my character did that whole speech and Wednesday had that vision.” He explains, Jenna blinks a few times in disbelief.

“Was I..?” She asks, trailing on. (Y/n) awkwardly nods. “Yeah, you were my first Kiss. So, how did I do?” He admits, for the moment the roles were reversed, Jenna was the dumbfounded fool whose heart skipped a bit. Jenna’s face was perfectly lit by the moonlight which hid her growing blush, she turns to face the party, hiding her smile so much.

“You did… you did fine..” she said, and calmly but confidently walked back to the Ball.

#male reader #reader insert #jenna marie ortega #jenna ortega x y/n #jenna ortega x you #jenna ortega #jenna ortega x male!reader #jenna ortega x male reader #jenna ortega x reader #olivia rodrigo #olivia rodrigo x male Reader

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coneyislandbabey · 1 year

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the boys are back in town. -> g.dunne

WARNINGS: canon typical profanities and drug use

SYNOPSIS: The Six are back in Pittsburgh during the Numbers tour, and Graham runs into his high school crush. word count: 6,810

NOTES: okay babes this fic is finally here 😭 I hope it doesn't flop and that you love it! The idea was inspired by the Thin Lizzy song of the same name :)

The afternoon sun stretching bright and golden across Pittsburgh looked just as Graham remembered it, a boyhood summer day snatched up from the past and deposited into the present of his life. Sliding into a booth at Dino’s Bar and Grill with the rest of the band, he felt a strange blend of nostalgia and new experience. Ever since the Numbers tour had been arranged, Graham had been looking forward to the Pittsburgh show, to getting to go back home for a few days, as well as the added privilege of getting to show home to Karen and Daisy.

“I really never thought I’d say this, but it’s good to be back,” Eddie said, settling into his seat. He was wearing the same satisfied smile that Graham was sure rested on his own face.

“For a few days, at least,” Billy nodded. Even he was in a more agreeable mood than usual, a sure sign that the rose-tinted nostalgia of memories had washed over him, too. There was something sweet and satisfying about coming back to the place where it all started after reaching success. It was a penance paid, a duty fulfilled to the home that had cared for them, nurtured them into all the things they became.

A waitress came to the table, sandy hair tied back in a long braid falling to her waist, a weary expression on her face, and took everyone’s drink orders before flitting onto the next table. Eddie was pointing out the window across the street, showing Karen an alley that led to an abandoned lot where they often used to get high. Graham settled back in his seat, taking in the conversation and the warm atmosphere and the usual excitement of an afternoon preceding a show.

“No fucking way,” Warren said suddenly across from him, sitting up straighter to get a better look at something across the restaurant. “No way we run into (y/n) fucking (l/n) while we’re here.”

Eddie paused his conversation, eyes widening as he looked in the same direction as Warren. Graham valiantly fought the urge to whip his head around to look, his cheeks tinged pink.

“Who is that?” Daisy asked, turning around to look with a detached interest.

“Oh, only the girl that Graham here had a crush on for basically all his life,” Eddie responded, a teasing grin on his face.

“It was not all my life!” Graham insisted, feeling his cheeks go redder.

“It was a good chunk of it,” Billy responded, looking at his brother fondly. “Had to be all the way back in eighth grade when you started talking about her all the time at home.”

“Sweet,” Karen said, smiling at him.

“She’s real pretty,” Daisy said, raising her eyebrows at him suggestively. Finally, Graham couldn’t resist anymore, and he slowly turned his head to find you in the building. You were standing all the way on the other side of the room, but he recognized you right away. You were wearing the Dino’s waitress uniform, a wine red dress that fell just above your knees with a white apron tied around your waist, hair pulled away from your face, jotting down a table’s order. Graham felt his stomach swoop at the sight of you; he couldn’t believe you incited the same reaction in him now that you did back in high school.

“You should go talk to her, man,” Warren suggested brightly.

“Yeah, you never know when’s the next time we’ll be in town,” Eddie agreed.

Graham shook his head fervently, firmly keeping himself from looking back at you again. “No, no, she’s at work and it’s really busy in here. I don’t wanna bother her.”

“Oh, come on–” Daisy started, and Graham was grateful when she was cut off by their own waitress coming back to take down their dinner orders. By the time she left, something else had caught the table’s attention, and he was safe from being interrogated about his boyhood crush any longer.

After the check is paid, and everyone has filed out of the booth, ready to get out to the car, Graham was still thinking of you. Covertly, he had tried to sneak glances at you throughout the meal, hoping that you would come to his side of the restaurant, notice the table, and drop by to say hello of your own accord. But the restaurant was so busy you stayed firmly in your section, frazzled and flitting back and forth between tables like a hummingbird.

He knew he would regret it forever if he didn’t talk to you while he was in Pittsburgh. Eddie was right, none of them knew when they would be in Pittsburgh next, and who knew if you would even be in town the next time he was. He should count his lucky stars about the coincidence of the two of you being in the same place at the same time.

“Uh, you guys go, I’ll meet you outside in a minute,” Graham said as the group approached the door.

Warren looked back at him, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively. “Alright, man. Good on you.” Graham rolled his eyes as they left, turning around to scan the room for you. He found you at the bar, leaning on the wooden surface to write something down. It was the first time that whole evening where you hadn’t been running around, and he figured it was now or never.

As he was standing rooted to the same spot attempting to work up the courage to just walk over, someone called his name.

“Graham Dunne, is that you?” His head shot up and you were looking at him, a surprised smile gracing your face. His heart stumbled over itself and he fought the urge to press a hand to his chest. Instead, he returned the smile, striding over to you and trying his best to project an easy confidence that he did not feel.

“Hi, (y/n), how are you?” he asked, leaning on the counter across from you. You tucked your notepad back in your apron, giving him your full attention.

“Well, right now I’m exhausted, but overall I’m good,” you laughed. “What about you, Graham? What are you doing back eastward?”

“I’m glad to hear you’re good,” he responded earnestly, and your smile widened at that. “We’re on tour right now, actually. Playing a home show tonight.”

“Oh, how nice! Bet it feels good to come show off your talent for the home crowd.”

“I can’t lie, it really does,” Graham laughed. “What have you been up to the last few years?”

“I’m putting myself through college! I’m pre-law over at UChicago,” you explained. “In the summers I work here, and all that money goes to tuition, of course. It’s a nice job, though, Dino’s like family and he always makes sure I get my fair share of the tips.”

“UChicago, wow,” Graham said, letting out a low whistle. “I always knew you’d go to some prestigious college. You were the smartest kid in our year.”

“Oh, I don’t know about all that,” you replied, waving the compliment away. Graham was pleased to see the shade of your cheeks deepend with blush. You looked down, brushing a few stray hairs back behind your ears. Graham watched the movement of your elegant hands, couldn’t help but notice the way your thick eyelashes kissed your cheeks when you looked down.

“Hey, what do you say to coming to our show tonight?” Graham asked, wishing immensely that he had all evening to stand at this counter and ask you about every detail of your life since the last time he’d seen you. He sensed your hesitation and spoke again. “Really, it’d be great. You could say hello to the rest of the guys. I promise we put on a good show.”

“Alright then,” you smiled, and Graham couldn’t help but grin as well. “But it better be a really good show.”

“For you? It’ll be our best of the tour,” Graham said seriously. “I’ll put your name in at the box office, okay? The show starts at nine.”

“Okay, Dunne. I’ll see you later,” you said. Someone called your name from the kitchen, and you sent a small wave his way before disappearing through the swinging doors.

You felt ridiculous.

Standing in front of your vanity, you smoothed the fabric of your dress again, fussing with the sleeves and your hair. You picked up your mascara, swiping another coat over your lashes for good measure. God, you couldn’t believe how nervous you felt about seeing Graham Dunne again. Graham Dunne– making you nervous! It felt like high school all over again. Actually no, it felt worse than high school, because the guy had really come into himself, filled out and confident in a way he never had been in high school.

You were surprised that he even remembered you enough to strike up conversation earlier, let alone invite you to his band’s show. In high school you had been friendly enough with Graham, but looking back, you definitely spent more time talking with his other friends than with the boy himself. He was reserved, a little shy and easily flustered. You always thought it was cute. You didn’t think that Graham had spent much time thinking about you, though. Maybe you were wrong about that, after all.

Before you can make yourself late by fussing too much over your appearance, you step into your shoes and grab your bag, avoiding looking at yourself in any of the mirrors in the house on the way out lest you get distracted. The venue wasn’t far so you decided to walk, taking in the fresh summer evening air and the feeling of anticipation that had been steadily building in your stomach. As you got closer to the venue, you began to spot other people who were clearly going to the show, hair long and wild, outfits far more elaborate than one would usually find in Pittsburgh on a summer night. A few were even wearing The Six t-shirts, and you felt a strange flush of pride whenever you saw one. You loved thinking about those boys you had known in high school, lanky and awkward but working so hard toward their dreams, having actually achieved all they wanted.

You approached the box office, smiling politely at the bored looking attendant. When he finally looked up and noticed you standing there, you gave him your name.

He slid a ticket across the counter and said, “There was a note left with the ticket, you’ve been invited backstage after the show. Enjoy.”

“Oh! Well, thank you,” you responded, holding the ticket tightly in both hands and trying to hide your surprise. You felt your cheeks flush with pleasure, and chastised yourself for acting like a smitten child just because an old friend was extending a kindness to you. Really, it was so ridiculous that he was having such an effect on you, considering he wasn’t even near you at the moment.

As you walked into the venue, your eyes idly perused your ticket, and your surprise doubled to see that it was about as close to the stage as you could get. On your way to your seat, you stopped at the bar to buy your overpriced drink of choice, growing more excited about seeing Graham by the minute. In fact, you were excited by the mere act of being at a rock show; it felt as though it had been centuries since you last got out of the house to do something fun.

The opener of the show was Daisy Jones, a woman you knew nothing about but ended up enjoying her music immensely. She had a raw, magnetic energy on the stage, and a voice that silenced all else and commanded total attention. By the time the Six took the stage, you were a little drunk off of your overpriced drink and discovering that you really loved the atmosphere of rock shows. This was definitely helped by the fact that the Six were really fucking good. Watching them play, you couldn’t believe that you had never gotten around to listening to either of their albums, especially considering you knew them from back in the day. You had already resolved to hit up the record store before your shift tomorrow and pick them both up.

Billy was an enigmatic front man, of that there was no argument, but you couldn’t pry your eyes from Graham. You were standing right in front of where he was positioned on stage, and from your vantage point could take in every detail of him as he played. He had complete, intoxicating command of the guitar, playing so effortlessly that he would have looked bored if not for how clearly he was enjoying himself. By the end of the set he was sweaty and exhausted, his chestnut curls sticking to the pale skin of his neck, but you swore you had never seen him look so alive, so himself in the years you’d known him.

After the encore, you squeezed your way through the crowd toward backstage, where a large and intimidating bouncer was guarding the entryway. A crowd of other fans jostled you around as they tried to find a way back, but you made your way, determined, through them, giving your name to the bouncer and telling him what the box office attendant had told you hours ago. He consulted his list and, without a word, moved to the side to let you through.

Graham spotted you a few minutes after the gig ended, standing in the chaos of backstage and looking unsure of yourself. Really, he had spotted you as soon as the set started, eyes going straight to the seat he knew he’d reserved a ticket for, and had needed to look away almost immediately because you looked so beautiful it was distracting him and he almost missed the first few notes of the opening song. Throughout the rest of the gig he snuck glances at you, pleased and exhilarated when he found your eyes already on him every single time. He was over the moon that you actually decided to show up; his entire evening had been spent worrying about whether you thought his offer was serious or not, or if you would decide seeing him again wasn’t worth the late night.

“(y/n)!” he called and your gaze snapped his way, a broad smile growing on your face as your feet propelled you towards him. When you reached him, your arms wrapped him in a tight hug, not caring that he was warm and sweaty and still heaving from the exertion of the show. His arms circled you in return, and he had half a mind to be embarrassed about how totally he lit up in your presence. But none of his bandmates were there to tease him at the moment, so he leaned into your touch, letting the goofy grin take over his face completely.

“That was fucking amazing!” you gushed as soon as you pulled away. “I mean, I always knew you guys were talented, but what I just heard? Above and fucking beyond, Graham! I’m so proud of you guys.”

Graham was having a hard time focusing on what you were saying. Your hair was messy from dancing and your cheeks were flushed a valentine red and you were starting to make him feel exactly like you did back in high school.

“Thanks, sunshine, that really means a lot coming from someone who’s known us since before the beginning,” Graham said. That really means a lot coming from you, he wanted to say, because your word used to be akin to gospel to me and I’m thinking that it still is. The fact I still mean something to you and that you have something to praise about me feels like a prayer answered.

“Well, you’ve certainly grown a long way from the boy I used to know,” you said, smile slipping shyly, “the rockstar thing suits you, Dunne.”

“Glad you think so,” he grinned. “Hey, let’s head back to the green room, I want to introduce you to Karen and Daisy.”

“Oh yes, I’m dying to meet them,” you agreed, and when Graham, a little flustered, offered you his elbow like a gentleman might, you slipped your hand into the crook of it without hesitation. You head back to the green room together, which was already filled with the other band members and several people you didn’t recognize, the afterparty already in full swing. Graham led you first to where the blonde keyboardist was sitting, speaking to an older guy in a ridiculous pair of glasses.

“Guys, I’d like you to meet (y/n), she’s an old friend from high school,” Graham said, catching the attention of the pair. He turned to you, saying, “This is Karen, our keyboardist, as you know, and Rod, our tour manager.”

“Nice to meet you both,” you smiled. “Karen, you were seriously badass on stage.”

“I like her already,” Karen said, smirking at Graham. “Nice to meet you, too, (y/n), I hope you’ve been having fun.”

“How could I not be?” you asked, smile growing wider.

“(l/n)! Hey, great to see you!” Before you could register the voice, two hands had clapped your shoulders, squeezing. You turned around to see the grinning face of Warren Rojas, a little more grown looking and way more into vests than he was when you used to toke up together after school.

“Warren!” you matched his enthusiasm, squeezing him in a hug. “You fuckin’ killed it up there! I’m so glad I got to see it.”

“We’re glad you’re here, man. How’ve you been? I heard from Graham that you’re putting yourself through college?” You blinked, momentarily thrown for a loop. Graham was talking about me? Oh, god, you felt more and more like a sixteen year old with a study hall crush with every minute that went by.

“Yeah, I am! It’s not as glamorous as being a rockstar, but I’m really excited about the future,” you responded, and Warren laughed.

“I’m happy for you, man. You always deserved to chase down your dreams.” You thanked him and he swept you into another hug before disappearing into the room. Before you could turn back to Graham, you saw Eddie Roundtree heading your way with their fire-haired opener, Daisy.

“Roundtree! It’s good to see you again,” you greeted, hugging him as he arrived in front of you.

“You too, (y/n). I’ve heard you’ve been doing big things for yourself,” Eddie said, and you felt yourself blush at yet another allusion to Graham talking about you with the band. “This is Daisy Jones; Daisy, this is an old school friend of ours, (y/n) (l/n).”

“I’ve heard a lot about you,” the girl said conspiratorially, surprising you by pulling you into a hug.

“Good things, I hope,” you joked. “You were mesmerizing on stage tonight, Daisy, really.”

She smiled, ducking her head at your compliment. When she looked up she addressed you and Graham, who was still a warm and solid presence at your side. “Oh! You two, come do a line with us.”

She jutted her head back towards a table, where Karen was cutting white powder into a row of neat lines.

“Oh, I better not. Early shift tomorrow morning,” you said apologetically.

“A drink, at least!” Daisy said, waving off your words.

“Okay, fine,” you conceded, laughing. “But just one, I’m already a little drunk from what I had during the show.”

“I can get her drink, you go do your thing,” Graham offered, gesturing to the table. Daisy made no arguments, sitting down next to Karen and pulling a dollar bill out of her pocket, rolling it tightly. You followed Graham over to a different table, where a few handles of booze and some beer were situated.

Graham picked up a cup and turned to you, brow raised. “What’s your poison?”

“Whiskey,” you responded confidently, earning a surprised sound from the man.

“Didn’t peg you as a whiskey kind of girl,” he hummed, pouring some of the amber liquid into two cups, before handing one to you.

You accepted it, taking a sip without grimacing. “There’s a lot you don’t know about me, Dunne.”

I want to sit in one spot and listen to you talk until there’s nothing I don’t know about you, Graham thought, a little dizzy. The sly smirk you aimed his way as you said those words had gone straight to his head. He said, “Apparently so, sunshine.”

Soon enough, the venue was getting ready to close and the afterparty moved to the tour bus, where even more booze and different kinds of drugs were produced out of seemingly nowhere. You squished into one of the slim couches, Graham sitting on one side and Warren on the other.

Graham had his arm slung over the back of the couch, and you were pressed right into his side, skin touching from shoulder to knee. He knew it was more about the lack of space on the couch and in the tour bus in general than anything else, but the contact still lit him completely on fire. The night was growing old, and Graham was growing pliant from the weed and booze he’d been consuming for the last few hours, and looking at you, he wasn’t sure he could trust himself not to turn into a complete and total buffoon. Already his eyes were lingering a little too long on your lips every time you spoke, his responses a few beats too late because he was getting so distracted just by looking at you, listening to the gentle cadence of your voice.

You said something, and Graham didn’t quite catch it, too lost in his thoughts.

“Graham? You in there?” you questioned, jokingly waving a hand in front of his face. “What’re you thinking about?”

Graham took you in; your soft lips, brought up into the gentle curve of a smile, the humor that brightened your eyes, the way your hair had frizzed slightly in the humidity, the single strands catching in the light.

“You know, I had a crush on you in high school,” he blurted before his mind could catch up with his mouth. Fuck. Idiot. He watched the surprise color your features as his words registered, bracing himself for the awkward turn the conversation was sure to take.

“You did?” you asked, and your voice was all curiosity, no judgment, no disgust, no immediately lifting to your feet to escape him. Graham steadied a bit.

“Yeah,” he confirmed. “I can’t believe you didn’t know. I didn’t think I was doing a good job of hiding it.”

“You barely talked to me Graham,” you laughed. “You were shy. Around me, at least. I thought it was cute.”

Graham nearly choked on his own saliva. “You thought I was cute?”

“Sure I did,” you shrugged. “I might have been harboring a little crush on you myself, come to think of it.”

“What, you mean I had a chance with you in high school?” he asked, mind whirring. Immediately after, he felt like smacking himself in the forehead for the bluntness of his question. It had sent you into a dizzying peal of laughter, though, and he would happily embarrass himself a dozen times over to hear that again.

“If you had ever worked up the courage to ask, I would have said yes,” you nodded, watching the range of emotions that passed over his face in sheer amusement.

“And what if I asked now? Would I still have a chance?” Graham felt like someone else had taken the wheel in his brain, like someone else’s mouth was forming the words. He couldn’t believe he actually had the nerve to ask.

“I suspect my answer would still be the same.”

“Well then, (y/n), we’re here for a few days before our next stop on tour, and I’d like to take you out on a proper date, if you’ll let me,” Graham said, commending himself for getting the whole sentence out without stumbling over any words.

“I would love that, Graham,” you said, that brilliant smile of yours overtaking your face. “And I think I know where we should go. Meet me out front of the show venue tomorrow evening at seven?”

“Okay, yes,” Graham nodded enthusiastically. “Out front of the venue at seven.”

At five minutes to seven the next evening, Graham arrived in front of the venue. The sun was still bright in the deep blue sky, the promise of a warm evening and a humid night hanging in the air. He idled near the wall, looking up and down the street for you and trying to keep the nervous energy to a minimum. He had imagined getting to take you out dozens of times back in high school, when he was still a shy, quiet kid and you were a dream impossibly out of reach. Several times over the course of the day, he managed to convince himself that he’d made up last night’s conversation, that you never agreed to a date. Why would you? In his head, Graham was still that same little boy. You brought out that old shy nervousness, and he didn’t know what to do with himself, or why that would endear you to him.

At seven on the dot you came around the corner, wearing a Led Zeppelin t-shirt with a little pair of denim shorts and big, tall leather boots. Your hair was loose, flyaway strands dancing across your face in the wind. Graham’s heart stumbled; he was sure that he’d never seen anyone so beautiful in his life.

“Punctual. I like that,” you grinned, stopping in front of him.

“Of course, I had to make a good impression on you,” he said and you laughed, rolling your eyes. Graham bent to greet you with a kiss on the cheek and a boyish grin.

“So, where are we going?” he asked, his curiosity getting the best of him.

“Dontcha trust me, Dunne?” you asked, arching a brow. “It’s a surprise.”

“Yes, ma’am,” he responded, hands raised in surrender. “You just lead the way, then.” Satisfied, you started down the sidewalk in the opposite direction from whence you came.

“I bought your records today, before work,” you told him as you went.

“Oh?”

“Yup, figured it was damn well time. Basically everyone in Pittsburgh owns them as a point of hometown pride, even the ones who didn’t have a crush on the guitarist in high school,” you said matter-of-factly.

Graham laughed, shaking his head. “Did you only buy them ‘cause you think I’m cute?”

“Oh that was a big factor,” you nodded seriously. “But actually I just really cannot deny your talent.”

As you walked on, you filled him in on something funny that happened during your shift earlier in the day, and he told you about how the rest of the band had teased him the whole time he was getting ready about finally getting a shot with you. Finally, you stopped in front of a familiar building with a kitschy facade, sporting the name ‘Miller Lanes’.

“Ta-da,” you shrugged sheepishly. “I figured some nostalgia was appropriate for the evening.”

Just the sight of the Miller Lanes sign brought Graham right back to teenagehood, when the neighborhood bowling alley had been the place to be on Friday and Saturday nights. On the rare weekends that the Dunne Brothers weren’t playing a wedding or prom or some other shit gig like that, they usually came in for a game. Graham could easily call to mind dozens of memories of seeing you there over the years, splitting milkshakes with your friends and laughing a lane or two over.

“Man, I almost forgot about this place,” he said, peering up at the sign. “Just so you know, I’m a terrible bowler.”

“Oh, so am I. That’s what makes it fun,” you assured him, extending your hand. He took it, and you led him inside. Inside, nothing had changed since the last time Graham had been there. Polished wood floors, red vinyl seats and shining chrome ball machines, paintings of bowling balls and pins on the walls. There was a bar in the center of the room, and he was almost certain that it was the same curmudgeonly man standing behind it, drying a glass, that had been there when he was in high school.

“You get us a lane, and I’ll go get some snacks?” you offered, and Graham nodded. He watched you trot over to the bar and strike up a conversation, even managing to get a smile out of the grouchy senior manning it. He set up a lane for the two of you, and a minute later you came back, balancing a pitcher of cheap beer in one hand and a towering plate of nachos in the other.

“I can’t believe you picked this place,” Graham said, unburdening you of the nachos and setting them down on the little table at your lane.

“I know, I picked it to surprise you,” you responded easily. “Ready for me to kick your ass at bowling?”

“I thought you said you were terrible, too!”

“I am! But I hate losing, so I won’t,” you said. Graham desperately wanted to tell you how cute he thought the look of determination that settled on your face was, but he held his tongue, figuring that wouldn’t go over well.

“Don’t bet your money on it, sunshine. I’m pretty competitive myself,” he said instead, sauntering over to pick his ball.

“We’ll see about that one.”

An hour went by in the blink of an eye, and all too soon most of the game was over. As promised, you both had bowled terribly, but you were beating Graham just marginally. Truthfully, he hardly noticed; he was too caught up in the way you looked under the dim glow of bowling alley lights, and the way your nose scrunched when you laughed (at his jokes!), and how funny your stories were, how charismatic your quips. You came up with witty comebacks to everything he said just as easily as you left him flustered, and he felt all turned around in a way that was brand new to him.

“Well, do you remember Jenny Cranston from school?” you asked, still laughing from the story Graham had just told. At his nod, you said, “She up and dropped out of college a few months ago to be a groupie for the Eagles! Can you believe it?”

“Isn’t Jenny Cranston the one who’s been telling everyone she’s going to be a doctor since we were ten?” Graham asked in disbelief.

“Yes, but that’s not even my biggest problem with it! I mean, why the Eagles of all the bands you can be a groupie for? If you’re gonna throw away all your dreams, pick someone more relevant!” Graham couldn’t help but laugh at how incensed you were over the whole thing.

You turned away from him for a moment to aim your ball down the lane, cheering when you managed to knock over four pins. You ran back over to Graham, peering up at the scoreboard, jumping and letting out a cheer when you confirmed for yourself that you won.

“In your face, Dunne! Told you I’d kick your ass,” you said triumphantly.

“I wouldn’t call winning by five points kicking my ass,” Graham argued, a fond smile on his face as he watched you celebrate.

“Oh, I would beg to differ, actually.”

“Well, in that case,” Graham said, dropping into a mocking bow. “Hats off to your majesty, queen of Miller Lanes.”

“Why, thank you,” you said haughtily, before dissolving into laughter. “Guess it’s time for you to be a gentleman and walk me home?”

“I guess it is,” he sighed, offering you his elbow again, just as he did after the show. And again, you happily slipped your hand into the crook of it, unable to avoid thinking about how right it all felt. Graham led you out of the building, turning down the sidewalk in the direction of your house.

The two of you walked in a comfortable silence for a while, taking in the nocturnal symphony of summer crickets and downtown traffic. A few blocks down, Graham stopped under a streetlight, turning to face you. You peered up at him, a silent question in your curious look.

“I’ve been wanting to kiss you all night,” Graham said, the volume of his voice barely above a mutter.

“You should stop waiting and just do it,” you encouraged. Your face was open, eyes shining brightly under the streetlamp, skin cast in a bluish glow from the neon sign of a nearby storefront. You were more beautiful every time he looked at you, and he couldn’t puzzle out how you managed it.

He stepped forward, closing the distance between you, one hand coming to rest almost tentatively, nervously on your waist, the fingers of his other hand brushing against your jaw, drawing in to cup your chin. His heart was beating in his throat. It was ridiculous; Graham had had a girlfriend or two since he left Pittsburgh, and had messed around with his fair share of girls, but the simple prospect of getting to kiss you on the sidewalk after a first date had him more nervous than he’d even gotten before the release of his first album.

Gently, his lips brushed against yours, and you fisted your hand in his shirt, pulling him down closer to you, firmer. He responded in kind, breaking away from you for a second before surging forward to kiss you again, this time with much more fervor.

When you broke away he was grinning like an idiot, his baby blue eyes scrunched in the corners, and you knew in that moment that you would do anything in the world to see that bright, affectionate smile a million more times.

Breathlessly, Graham said, “Come on, we better get you home.”

“Ah, worried I’ll miss my curfew?” you joked as the two of you resumed walking.

“Actually, I’m the one with the curfew,” Graham laughed. “Billy and I are staying at our mom’s tonight. Makes me feel like I’m seventeen again.”

You laughed, leaning your head on Graham’s shoulder. “We better hurry then. Wouldn’t want to make Mrs. Dunne angry.”

“No, trust me, we would not,” he agreed, laughing with you.

Still, when you reached the sidewalk in front of your house, neither of you were quite ready for the night to end. You wandered forward, sitting down on the stoop and patting the concrete next to you for Graham to sit as well. He did as instructed, easing down next to you, leaning his weight on his arms.

You glanced down at his strong hands, splayed across the concrete and glowing pale and blue in the moonlight. The whole of Graham Dunne was glowing pale and blue in the moonlight– he looked like an angel. Your breath caught in your throat, and you resisted the urge to reach up and brush those soft curls out of his face.

“It’s a shame you’re leaving so soon,” you said, giving voice to the thought that had been plaguing both of your minds all evening. A perfect evening, the perfect person, but with a rapidly approaching expiration date. Tomorrow, Graham would leave with the rest of the band, moving on to their next tour date, and all you would be doing is working an afternoon shift at Dino’s, missing him with every thought not occupied by your job.

“It’s more than a shame,” Graham said softly. The thought of getting up tomorrow and getting on the tour bus, leaving you behind again after this kiss, this night that he could see easily becoming so much more, was absurd. The only thing more absurd would be for him to stay.

You yawned, cupping a hand over your mouth.

“It’s time for you to turn in for the night, I think,” Graham said softly.

You smiled apologetically. “I’d stay out here all night if I could, you know. But that damn job leaves me exhausted.”

“The lady needs her beauty sleep,” Graham said in return, standing up and offering you a hand. Even after you stood, he didn’t let go of your hand.

“Listen,” he started, scratching the back of his neck with his free hand. “The tour bus is leaving from my mom’s house tomorrow morning at eleven. Just– I just wanted you to know.”

He stopped just shy of asking you to come, worried that such a request would be too much, worried that this night hadn’t stirred quite as many feelings in your chest as it did for him. You squeezed his hand, smiling up at him.

“Thank you for a wonderful night, Graham,” you said, trying to convey all of your emotions with those simple words. “I can’t tell you how lucky I feel that you walked into Dino’s on my shift.”

“Believe me, I feel ten times luckier,” he said emphatically. He dipped his head down, pressing his lips to yours again. You wrapped your arms around his neck, tugging him closer, needing him as close as he possibly could be, even if just for a second. He captured your bottom lip between his, scraping it just barely with his teeth; your fingers looped into the curls at the base of his neck, tugging, immensely pleased with the low sound the action elicited out of Graham.

You broke away for a breath, foreheads resting against each other. Graham’s thumbs comfortably caressed the skin of your hips, easing up and under the hem of your t-shirt and back down again. Breathlessly, you said, “If you didn’t have a curfew, I’d take you upstairs.”

Graham groaned, closing his eyes. “Oh, don’t tell me that.”

You laughed, pressing up to kiss the corner of his mouth. “If only.”

“If only,” he agreed, fixing you with a look that you couldn’t quite parse. “Goodnight, sunshine.”

“Goodnight, Dunne. Get home safe.” Graham watched you walk up the stairs and unlock the door, making sure you got safely inside. Then he stood on the sidewalk outside your house for a minute more, gazing up at the second floor light that had turned on in your bedroom and wishing more than anything that he still had you in his arms. He wanted to knock on the door, call you back down to him. He wanted to make absurd proposals, ask you to quit your job and come on the road with him for the rest of the summer. He wanted you to ask him to stay, because he was sure that if you did, he would do it without question.

Instead, he turned and carried on down the road, towards home.

The next morning, Graham kissed his mother goodbye, shouldering his duffel bag and making his way back onto the tour bus. The very weight of his own bones felt heavier today– it had never felt harder for him to leave a place.

“Hey, Dunne!” Graham paused on the bus steps, turning around so quickly that he almost fell over. You were standing on the sidewalk, dressed in your Dino’s uniform with your hair pulled back, a bright, bittersweet smile on your face. He dropped his duffel bag in the aisle, trotting back down the steps to engulf you in a hug. “I couldn’t let you leave without a proper send-off, could I?”

Graham pulled away from the hug just enough to be able to look at your face. His voice was heavy, as bittersweet as your smile when he said, “I wish I had more time.”

You waved him off. “I’m not through with you yet, Dunne. I’ll be here the rest of the summer, and I’ll be back in Chicago for school in the fall. So, you know where to find me, and you better find me.”

“I’ll hold you to that,” he said.

“Promise?”

“Cross my heart.”

You grabbed either side of his face, pulling him down into a kiss. His grip tightened on your waist, but you pulled away before things could get any harder for both of you.

“Time for you to go,” you said softly, nodding toward the bus. Graham turned from you, climbing the stairs once again. You stepped back a safe distance from the curb, and waved at Eddie and Warren who had been unabashedly watching the events unfold from the window as the bus pulled out onto the street.

Just like that, Graham Dunne was gone from your life as fast as he’d crashed back into it.

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deathmetalunicorn1 · 5 months

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Ok, ok... I have one request with ror! I have been waiting for this. Also, really loves your writings, it made my day

This is basically my most recent experience. Child reader have severe allergic to peanuts and her family (the entire ror team) know this and warned her school prior, to avoid her getting allergic reaction during school times. One day, there was an event at school, where all the ror attend it since reader is performing with her class and want them to come and parents/family members were invited.

After child reader performance, she immediately went to enjoy lunch with her family and she suddenly got the urge to eat something sweet. This led her to go by the food stall, which was run by a few parents and teachers, who sells baked goods, drinks, etc to the students and parent. Child reader bought some cookies after the mother that sells it confirmed there was not peanuts, only for the reader to get instant allergic reaction!

Thankfully, her family reacted fast and inject her with her epipen. When the mother was confront, she responded with "Allergic doesn't exist. Children uses it as an excuse to be picky!"

How will the ror react to this, especially when reader is crying because she is terrified since it has been long since she got a horrible allergic reaction?

When I first read this request, I got so pissed off! I hate people who have this mentality, those who are willing to put the lives of others at stake to prove an asinine point that usually ends up with someone getting hurt, sick, even killed, which ends with them getting arrested. As someone who has a food sensitivity myself (not really a food allergy, but I have to watch how much gluten I eat in one sitting or risk messing up my stomach for a few days) I hate it when others think that we’re just being picky, or we use that as an excuse for who knows what!

-Your family learned young that you were severely allergic to peanuts, hives and throat swelling with a risk of death if you were even come into contact with peanuts.

-You learned a lot about this too, learning what questions to ask so you wouldn’t risk the chance of having a reaction, as you had a few times in your life where you had been rushed to the hospital, and hospitals scared you as it scared your family seeing you in one.

-For the most part, it was pretty easy to avoid peanuts or things with peanuts, as you all got to know what things have and don’t have them, it was just outside of home where you had to be careful, like at sleepovers or at school.

-It was Parent’s Day at school, and you were so excited to be performing with your second-grade class, as you would all be singing, and your class had been practicing so hard!

-There were so many things happening at your school, pony rides, a huge bake sale, a bounce house, and you got the chance to show your massive family around your school.

-Your class preformed, and you couldn’t help but grin, seeing your whole cheering section cheering loudly for your class, but mainly for you, as your family was a staple around school, everyone knew about them because nobody else had such a huge family.

-After a few more performances, there was a break, and a large snack table was set up, filled with baked treats, extra stuff not a part of the bake sale, and all students were allowed to go up and get a treat.

-You saw one of your friend’s mom manning the treats and she beamed at you as you ran up, “You all did so well Y/N! Tammy said you were all working so hard and I can see that it was hard work paid off! What can I get for you?”

-You looked at the treats, eyeing the different things available before you paused, remembering the rule, “What doesn’t have peanuts in it? I have an allergy.”

-She just smiled, directing you to some cookies, giving you a napkin and you headed back towards your family who was watching you come over.

-You bit into the cookie and as soon as you swallowed the first bite you knew it had peanuts in it, your throat swelling as you instantly paled.

-Loki screamed out your name as attention quickly went to you, seeing your having an allergic reaction, a severe one as Brunnhilde grabbed your Epi-Pen from Eve, jamming it into your thigh.

-A teacher was on the phone, calling for an ambulance and instantly several of your family members stomped over to Tammy’s mom, demanding to know what she was thinking giving you peanuts.

-Hades spoke, his rage barely contained, “Why did you give her something with peanuts? She told you she has an allergy!”

-Her mom didn’t look bothered in the slightest, rolling her eyes, “Allergies are just something kids use now to be picky!” Hades leaned in close, seeing the school nursing guiding in the paramedics, who had been nearby, waiting for an injury on the bounce house, “She could die because of you- you deliberately poisoned her!”

-A couple of police officers, seeing the group, were quick to approach, hearing this, “Is this true? Did that child tell you about an allergy and you knowingly gave that to her?”

-She was in hysterics, “She’s lying- you’re all lying! There’s no such thing as allergies!!” she was quickly placed in cuffs and taken away as you were being taken away, Tammy and her father watching nearby, Tammy in tears to see you being taken away while her dad was furious, seeing what his wife had done.

-You had to spend three days in the hospital, in a coma after you nearly died, as you weren’t getting oxygen into your body. Tammy and her parents visited you, with her mom being watched, seeing the state you were in.

-Tammy couldn’t help but tear up, “Mommy- why did you hurt my friend?” Seeing all the judging and angry eyes on her quickly had her mother embarrassed, wanting to run and hide, but her husband made sure she knew the severity of what she had done, keeping her there, making her look at your little body in the hospital bed.

-Her mother had to attend classes, to show her that allergies were a real thing, showing the signs and symptoms, including death, to educate her, and she had to pay your hospital bill, something she wasn’t pleased with, and she was banned from baking at any school function again. Her reputation also took a hard hit, losing most of her friends and Tammy was upset because none of her friends wanted to play at her house anymore.

-You were well cared for, healing and soon you were back on your feet, playing with Tammy who came to visit with you.

-It became a thing at school to regularly educate not only the kids but parents and families as well about allergies, especially food related allergies, because so many had been scared for you, seeing how badly you reacted.

-Good education and knowledge is what kept not only you but others safe and it was up to everyone to make sure everyone was safe.

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cabinofimagines · 3 months

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Happy birthday Nico! I changed up the request a bit, otherwise I just mentally wouldn't have written it, sorry. also remember MORE CONTENT IF MORE INTERACTION thank you Thanks to the lovely Franckentstein of being on the banner, I love danny's cat more than my life. → synopsis ; You go out on one (1) date, lose will for five (5) seconds and he comes back with six (6) cats. Pairing: Will Solace x gn!reader x Nico di Angelo, Poly!solangelo x reader Request: GN!S/o showed up with a kitten (I imagined it with black, orange and brown fur) and tells Nico and Will that they are all parents now +++bonus if when they come to 'talk' to the cat he talks come back with lots of cute meows I need this confort PLEASE🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺 Wordcount: 2k Warnings: I don't think so -Asnyox

Nico, Will and you were out on a date. It wasn’t often that Chiron would permit an outing, although that might be because you almost never asked. Who cares whether camp rules would let you, and whether you would be safe, if you can just get out and be back before dinner.

It would all have been fine, if it wasn’t that at some point in your romantic outing the three of you got split up. Chiron did have a point when he said it was dangerous to go out, as it was common for you to encounter monsters on the road. It wasn’t a lot, but you had pulled Nico out of the monster's way, and started running in the opposite direction of Will and luckily the monsters had followed the two of you. Knowing Will, he wouldn’t have taken any weapons with him.

But that was not what today’s story is about. Instead, it is about how your boyfriend was acting when you found him. He was basically cradling his bag, smiling suspiciously. However, as you all knew to not hang around after a monster attack, you didn’t question him at all, and when you sneaked back into camp and went separate ways you promptly forgot about Will being suspicious.

Or rather, you would have, if he stopped acting that way the next day. Nico had grabbed Will by the arm as Will had just tried to sneak away after lunch without talking to either of you. But instead of answering to your questioning looks, he wriggled his arm out of Nico’s grip.

“I just need to do some stuff- I will catch up with you later.” Will slipped away quickly, leaving you and Nico alone.

“He’s hiding something” You stated and Nico nodded.

“Since yesterday, let’s follow him.” he suggested, and you both were on your way.

Will had seemed to leave camp, going towards Rachel’s oracle cave. He finally crouched down before something, and Nico and you silently followed him. Will seemed too preoccupied with whatever was in front of him to notice Nico and you sneaking up to him. As you came closer, something darted past Will, and as he quickly turned around, to grab the creature he spotted his lovers.

“Oh! Hi, what are you doing here?”

“We could ask the same of you, William.” Nico stepped closer, “Whatcha got there?”

“A smoothie-”

“Will.” Nico sternly glared at his boyfriend.

Will pouted, “Remember yesterday? When we encountered those monsters?” Both you and Nico nodded.

“Well, I found these,” Will gestured for you to come over. In his lap were a bunch of kittens. You crouched on Will’s left, as Nico did the same on his right. Three of the kittens made their way over to him, climbing on his knees. Nico panicked, and fell backwards on his butt, giving the kittens more access to his lap. Will was mindlessly petting the remaining kittens on his lap, and you were watching Nico intently. Nico reluctantly tried to push the kittens away, but he was so gentle that he ended up petting them instead.

It was a soft moment, as Nico relaxed and got used to the kittens. But good things never last.

“I think we’re parents now,” Will declared, and you shot him a panicked look.

“Will, love, light of my life,” you carefully grabbed a kitten from his lap, softly petting it, “We cannot keep these?” Will pointed at Nico, who hadn't looked up from the kittens he was petting but you shook your head.

“Nico has the cocoa puffs! Certainly cats would be fine!” He exclaimed. Nico looked up and shook his head.

“I don’t think they would be safe at camp, or happy.” he said, still unconsciously petting the kittens on his lap, which started softly meowing.

“Let’s ask Chiron.” You offered.

“No!” Will quickly grabbed the kitten back from you, “He would never allow it. Look how about we just try it for a week. I’m sure you both will be convinced to keep them by the end of it.”

You were not convinced by the end of the week. Sure, the cats were cute and even talked back whenever you addressed them. However, getting them enough food, supplies and a safe shelter while keeping them out of sight was hellish. First up was naming the cats, which Will had attempted before you arrived. However, most of the kittens looked very alike and he kept messing up, so in the end it was either settling for leaving them unnamed ( “Until!” Will had exclaimed, “We decide to keep them.” “Or we get them other forever homes, love.” Nico tried to reason, but Will shook his head.)

Next up was shopping for supplies. The kittens had been staying in Rachel’s cave, as she was not currently at camp, but the slight dampness was worrying you. Therefore you had to go to a pet store. But as you got there, you found out cat supplies weren’t the cheapest and in addition you had not a clue on what to get. You had asked the clerk for help, after Will refused to do so (“I’m sure I can find out what my children need,” “I can’t believe you’re killing your own kids by being stubborn,” Nico had rebutted). At last, you had a list of things and had started putting them in the basket. Suddenly, a worried looking Nico had shown up before you, telling you to hurry up.

“There may or may not be monsters just outside of the store.”

“Where’s Will?” you asked worriedly. You couldn’t stop yourself though- “he’ll find more cats while we fight the monsters again, where’s he?” Nico laughed, before answering.

“He’s already convincing the clerk to let us through the back door, to throw the monsters off.”

After your successful trip to the store it was decided that if the cats could be taught anything then that meant they were more likely to stay away from let’s say the lava walls or other dangerous places at camp. At least, that was Nico’s condition for raising the cats. Determined, Will and him set out to teach the cats tricks.

Setting aside a small calico cat, who was the most calm thus far, you watched as your boyfriends started their endeavor. It certainly was cute seeing them try, but they clearly weren’t built for teaching a creature with no intent of listening. The kitten kept crawling onto Nico’s lap, and after being removed from it for the fifth time, it made a beeline for you, meowing angrily. Your boyfriends sighed in defeat as you started cuddling it, an unsaid ‘I told you so’ on your tongue.

Meanwhile, about a quarter of the people at camp had caught a whiff of the cats one way or another. Besides that a camper or two had complained about allergies (not that they were exposed to the cats-), the week was coming to an end. You knew very well it was time to rip off the band aid for Will.

But there was one final card Will had up his sleeve. He wanted to incorporate them into date night, as it would be ‘such a cute thing! Family time!’

That wasn’t the only reason, it was going to storm, and Rachel’s cave was out of camp borders which meant that the kittens would be caught in the middle of it. After careful consideration, you smuggled them into Nico’s cabin, where you had set out a ‘cat-proof’ blanket fort. With a cat-friendly movie on the screen cuddles ensued. Will sat in the middle, Nico on the wall side and you were on the other. All was going well, although a little chaotic at first, as the kittens wouldn’t sit down. But with enough pets, the six kittens were seemingly getting sleepy.

That was, until Will suddenly paused the movie. After a moment, he groaned.

“I got peed on." he picked up the evil doer, “This little one peed on me. We should get them off the bed and blankets.”

“Ah, yeah you didn’t manage to potty train them, did you?” you laughed and moved the kittens off your lap. Nico seemed a little more worried about getting the cats off, as it was his bed you were sitting on. When you all put the kittens in a cardboard box, Will sighed.

“Well, where are we going to keep them now? They will for sure pee everywhere in here, and the cave is unsafe.”

“Do you think we should tell Rachel there is cat pee all over her cave now?” Nico asked, unhelpfully.

“Probably, maybe-” you heard a knock on the door. It wasn’t past curfew yet, so you wouldn’t be in too much trouble if you were found hanging out, but there was a different problem as the kittens were meowing loudly. The three of you had a moment-long staring contest, not speaking up, in the hopes the kittens would also quit talking, which they didn’t.

“I know you three troublemakers are in here,” Chiron’s voice sounded loudly, “I just want to have a word.”

“He knows,” Will whispered, looking accusingly at you. You put up your hands.

“I didn’t tell him- I swear.” you whispered back. Nico shook his head, as he made his way to the door.

“Hello, Chiron,” he tried to sound casual, “what brings you here?”

“Oh, I simply want to see the box and its contents that you brought over here.”

“Of course, just a moment-” Nico was interrupted.

“Now, young man.”

Will looked at you, panicked. You grabbed the box but Will tried to stop you. “Please (Y/n)- we can-” But you turned around, determinedly going to Chiron. As you walked out from behind Nico, Chiron looked at the kittens.

“So, that is why I kept finding dead mice at the front step of the Big House.” Chiron grimaced, “I am sorry to inform you that we cannot keep the cats near camp,”

“Look, we can teach them to stay away from danger and-”

“It is not that, young man.” Chiron looked heavily at Will, “The cats will hunt the wildlife near camp, and I cannot excuse that. It is harmful for the environment to keep the cats here, and I have already heard worries from several satyrs about the sudden uptake in disappearing animals. But worry not, there is a satyr supported stray cafe not too far from here, and Sam Greenwood has offered to take the kittens there, as he was going to visit it anyways . They will be treated well, and possibly adopted by satyr approved households.”

“stray cafe? And why would satyrs run it, aren’t they against domestication?”

“They take in any stray animal that should not be let out in the wild. Snakes, cats, lizards and the more. Invasive species are harmful to natural habitats, and by extension if the species does not have a habitat where they do belong, as is the case with your cats, they cats are better adopted and kept inside than letting them roam around until they run out of wildlife to kill. It’s one of many efforts to clean up after humans make a mess.”

So, you gave up the kittens. Will pouted, but he handed over the kittens.

“It’s for the best,” Will sighed, “but maybe we can visit the café at some point?”

“That’s a paw-mise,” you smiled, and Will groaned. “You have to be kitten me-” Nico said, and Will groaned louder.

“The entire week they have been here and you two start when they’re gone?” Will complained.

“This was just the purr-fect moment, sunshine.” You smiled, and Will put his head on your shoulder.

“You are lucky I love you,” he said as Nico smiled widely.

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