just want you to know you guys would be obsessed with my professor if you could meet him btw

Okay imagine Matt’s gf being REALLY clumsy, like to the point where he is telling her to watch out for the couch or the counter, etc, as he knows where his furniture is placed and he can hear where she’s walking… Like he’s like, “Y/n, watch out for the-“ Then an “OUCH” follows 🤣🤣 Him catching her when she trips and her cheekily saying, “nice catch” and he cheekily says back “nice fall”🤣🤣🤣🤣

hii my sweet, I just realised that I didn’t actually include the dialogue you said IM really SORRY, but the tone of it is the same. thank you for requesting, hope you like it💌

klutz

Matt Murdock x fem!reader

wc || 0.4k

warnings || none

masterlist + rules

taglist

You were spending the day at your boyfriend’s apartment, helping him do up his place; spending many hours patching up holes and filling cracks. Matt didn’t want to hire someone, so you kindly offered to do it. You weren’t qualified, not even a little, but Matt needed the help. Right now you were glad he couldn’t see because you did a shocking job of filling the holes in the walls.

“I think it looks good.” You lie, putting your hands on your hips. Wobbling on the chair at the lack of balance.

“Be careful up there, yeah?” He sweetly warns, rushing over to hold your waist to keep you still.

“All good. Right, so… the wall is filled…at least?” Your tone rising, trying to find a positive in the awful work you had done. Laughing to yourself, stepping down from the chair with thanks to Matt’s chivalry.

“What else needs doing?” You ask, looking around his apartment. “What about that crack in the silicone by the window- you’ll get cold.”

“You’re not even qualified.” He chuckles earnestly, moving the chair to the side.

“Um- I am now… I watched lots of tutorials.” You snicker, collecting your makeshift toolbox from the coffee table, and picking out old tools you found at a thrift store.

“By the way-“ Matt starts, your screech cutting him off.

“Yep- thanks.” You groan, rubbing over your knee. Moving the chair to the side, again.

“Can you help me move these instead?” Matt asks, nodding to the piles of flat-pack furniture by the door.

“Of course.” Jokingly flexing your arms. “Look at that… daredevil? Needing my help?”

“Don’t get used to it.” He jokes, carrying a couple of boxes into his room.

Picking up a piece with great amounts of effort, straining as you moved it into the bedroom. “Watch out, watch out.” You groan, walking faster so you could let go of it quicker. “Oh my…” noticing Matt’s stern look, “…crud.” Desperately shaking your hands.

He returns with the next stack, piling it against the wall. “I’ll sort that out another time.” Walking away from his new flatpack bed frame.

“What do you want for dinner? I’m gonna order.” Pulling out your phone to follow Matt into the living room.

“Box.” Matt states indifferently, slumping into the couch.

Whacking your ankle on the corner as you walk past, grumbling at a new patch of skin that’s soon to form another new bruise.

“I know.” You whine, flopping beside him.

“Give it here.” He says sweetly, lifting your foot up to place a delicate kiss on your ankle. Twisting you around so your legs could drape over him. “Indian food?” Matt asks with a smile. “My treat- for all your hard labour today.” Chuckling genuinely.

“I thought you were paying.” Returning a grin.

Can you do a Steve Harrington fluff where the reader is close with all the kids (I'm a sucker for Henderson!reader trope but that's up to you) and they're so sick of Steve's PDA that they decide to mess with him by not letting him until Steve loses it? Like he goes to hold her hand and Dustin asks her to hold his water bottle or he goes to kiss her and Max asks for a hug, etc I genuinely think Steve would contemplate killing them 😂 thank you in advance ❤️

𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝-𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐫𝐬.

— steve harrington x f!henderson!reader

warnings; none other than my writing is ass here so don’t mind that

a/n; this idea is honestly so cute and i feel like my writing here absolutely butchered it so i apologize for that LMAO but thank you for the request, and i hope you enjoy it!

word count; 1.7k

 “i’m warning you both, harrington, henderson, you better be here on time. i’m not risking any of my break time, especially not for you.”

 “yeah, yeah, i get it, buckley,” steve groaned, throwing his arm over his girlfriend’s shoulder. “c’mon, let’s go before she lectures our ears off.” 

 “and i’ll do that if you’re late, harrington! i swear to god! fifteen minutes, dingus, fifteen minutes!”

 steve’s eyes rolled in their sockets and he nodded, waving her off as he guided his girlfriend out of the ice cream parlor and into the mall’s food court. she couldn’t suppress her laugh any longer, her smile peeking through the cracks of her lips. “wow, she’s fun, isn’t she?” she tittered as she snatched the scoops ahoy hat from off the top of his head, twirling it around on her forefinger. steve scoffed, “don’t even get me started.” 

 his arm slipped from around her shoulders, fingers running through his tresses, chest heaving when he sighed. “goddamn hat practically killed my hair,” he mumbled, desperately trying to tame the mangled mess atop his head. she giggled as she, too, reached for his hair, shaking her hand on his scalp, much to his displeasure. “you look cute, steve,” she chuckled, “stop worrying over it.”

 “cute?” she couldn’t help but flash a cheeky grin— he was adorable. 

 “yes, cute. is there a problem?”

 “yeah, the problem is, i’m not supposed to look cute, i’m supposed to be hot.”

 she snickered behind her hand, “steve harrington, that is probably one of the strangest things i’ve ever heard you say. what does that even mean?” the corner of steve’s lips quirked when she playfully bumped her hip against his, the brief feeling of her warm skin against his when their arms brushed suddenly gave him the biggest urge to hold her hand. their eyes met when she turned, and for a moment, the mall seemed to melt away, and all they could bring themselves to think about was each other. their feet carried them away mindlessly, but it didn’t even matter where they ended up, as long as they were still with each other. 

 “so, who makes a move first?” she muttered, loud enough for only him to hear. he couldn’t suppress his chuckle, and he glanced down to her hand as it hung loose at her hip. “you sure you want me to hold that thing?” he joked. “i mean, that’s a huge responsibility and frankly, i’m not sure i’m qualified enough for something like this. i mean, i barely got the job i have now.”

 “steve,” she giggled, shoving him away by the shoulder, and he laughed. “fine, fine, okay, i’m going in.”

 his fingers twitched as his hand inched closer to hers, itching to be intertwined with her own. she was certain her heart was going to leap out of her chest when his pinky grazed over the back of her hand, and she turned her palm so that it’d face upwards, fingers outstretched and waiting for his. his hand neared, his fingers slithering up her wrist and sending shivers down the coil of her spine. he reached the palm of her hand, the tips of his fingers right where they needed—

 “steve! oh my god, hey, there you are! mind holding this for me? oh, thanks man, you’re the best. take good care of that for me! i’m serious! because i’ll be coming back for it and if it’s not in your hands, i’ll kill you!”

 they jumped at the abrupt interruption, and all at once, steve’s hand was taken away from hers, his brow wrinkling at the water bottle that had been pressed into his palm instead. her eyelids narrowed at the boy who had pushed himself between them, eyes boring into the familiar light brown curls on the back of her brother’s head, lucas following close behind. “dustin!” she called after him, but he was already gone, but not before he twisted around to give a small salute, and they both disappeared into a crowd of shoppers. 

 she glimpsed down to the bottle of water that dustin had passed into steve’s hand as he ran by, and he swirled the water around in the plastic, pressing his lips together into a firm, thin line. “i’ll kill that kid, i swear i’ll do it,” he grumbled beneath his breath. “count me in,” she chimed, clasping her hand around her opposite wrist, her teeth sinking into the flesh of her bottom lip. 

 “but—“ steve began, passing the bottle of water into his other hand, once again outstretching his palm for her to take. “—i do have two hands, you know. little shit probably didn’t think that thr—“

 “oh hey steve! didn’t see you there, but do you mind holding this for me? thanks, you’re the best!”

 they watched as mike and will raced by, and when steve glimpsed down to his once free hand, he rolled his eyes and groaned at the hat and sunglasses mike seemingly gave him. although frustrated, she couldn’t help but snicker behind the back of her hand, “guess they all have it figured out, huh?”

 “god, it’s like— it’s like one big group of cock-blockers,” he whined, perhaps a little too loud, hence the number of heads doing double takes his way. “maybe it’d be more accurate if you said hand-blockers?” she mused.

 steve blinked, “that sounds dumb.”

 “and cock-blockers doesn’t?”

 he sighed and shook his head, gazing down to his watch, “less than ten minutes left, we better make these next few minutes worth it.” she followed him to an empty bench on the outskirts of the food court, her teeth toying with the flesh of her bottom lip, fighting back the urge to smile. “you know, i don’t see any more of your children around,” she murmured, scooting closer until their thighs were pressed together, her chin resting atop the curve of his shoulder. “surely, none of them would notice if i leaned in and—“ her lips grazed over his, and she could feel him shiver, his breath warm against her skin. he, too, leaned forward until his lips enveloped hers, and she could taste steve harrington on the tip of her tongue.

 “steve! oh my god, dude, i totally forgot.”

 both she and steve pressed their eyelids closed together, their lips breaking apart from one another before they gazed over at lucas standing there, waiting for them to respond. “dude, really?” steve whined, gesturing between them. “kind of busy right now.”

 “but robin told me to come tell you that you need to come back from your break early!”  lucas rushed before they could shoo him off, “yeah, she made it perfectly crystal clear that if you weren’t back to help her with these customers right this second, she’d tell dustin all about what happened between you and his sister on—“

 “okay! okay! i get it, so just— shut your mouth,” steve sighed in defeat, rushing to his feet. she arched an eyebrow as steve pushed past lucas, and she gave the younger boy a look before following after steve. “you told robin about—“

 “okay, let’s not make such a totally big deal out of this?” steve groaned, “i didn’t mean to tell her but i just… kind of needed… her opinion?”

 she cocked an eyebrow, “her opinion? and what was it, if i may ask?”

 “you know, maybe… maybe that’s not so important right now.”

 she cracked a smile, “you’re adorable, steve harrington,” she purred into his ear as she clutched onto his bicep, rolling onto the tips of her toes to press a soft kiss to his cheek. “god, please don’t say that shit around dustin, please? i’ll never be able to live it down,” he pouted as they re-entered scoops ahoy, robin waiting up ahead at the counter expectantly. “you love it,” she giggled into his ear, placing his sailor hat back atop his head and spinning him around, straightening it up. 

 “wrap it up, lovebirds,” robin rolled her eyes, “we have orders stacking up and i can’t handle it all by myself.”

 “yeah, yeah, i’ll be right there,” steve waved her off, turning back to his girlfriend to caress her cheek. the pad of his thumb soothed just underneath her eye, “i’ll pick you up after my shift, okay? we’ll go get some greasy takeout food, head back to my place, watch a movie. you know, all that typical romantic shit us teenagers do,” he murmured, swiping a loose strand of hair behind her ear. she chuckled and playfully kneed him on the thigh, “you mean teenager? you’re pushing twenty, steve.”

 “not til’ next year!”

 “god, you’re so old. i mean, you’re practically knocking on the front door of death at this point,” she teased, jabbing his ribs with her finger. “but tonight sounds like a plan. i’ll miss you,” she cooed, nuzzling into the crook of his neck and wrapping her arms around his waist.

 “you’re lucky i love you and just let you verbally abuse me like that,” he mumbled into her hair. “and i guess i’ll miss you too.”

 “god, you guys are so gross, you’re going to see each other again in a few hours so wrap it up and get your ass over here and make some ice cream, harrington!” robin groaned, and steve glared her way. “i’m coming, god.”

 they pulled away, their eyes unable to break contact, and it wasn’t long before they were leaning in, their lips inching closer, and closer until—

 “oh my god!” she could hear her name being shrieked, and she turned as max and eleven bounded their way up to her. “i haven’t seen you in forever!” max chuckled, grabbing her hand and tugging her away from steve to instead be pulled into a group hug. 

 “i literally saw you two yesterday.”

 she gazed over at steve from over eleven’s head as the two younger girls went on and on about something she could honestly say she wasn’t paying attention to, mouthing the words ‘i’m sorry’ his way. 

 “steve!” robin shouted from behind him, slapping his shoulder from behind the counter and giving him a look. she couldn’t suppress her laughter as he grumbled and disappeared to the back, eventually letting the girls drag her off to wherever they had planned to go next. 

hii !! umm iiii would like to request glamrock freddy x clumsy reader plspls !! :0

hello! this is actually a snippet from my book that's on ao3, if you like it pls check it out!

pairing: glamrock freddy x gn!clumsy!reader

cw: y/n being SUS, vanessa 😨, blood ig

context: y/n was hired as a night caretaker, and is going down to parts and service with Freddy :p

We walked around the barriers to Freddy’s room and walked across the hallway to two large doors. We walked down about 8 flights of stairs, me nearly falling on every single one because it was dark. Freddy was at least a flight ahead of me each time. He had waited for me at the bottom of the last flight as I was coming down. The illumination from his eyes was enough for me to see the bottom few steps, but Lord knows how I still missed the second to last one. I tripped and fully expected to hit the floor with my body. My knees caught most of the fall, but the side of my face caught Freddy’s leg, banging the plastic right on my nose. I quickly realized the position I was in and leaned back, looking up at Freddy. He bent down and his arms came under my shoulders to pick me up.

“Are you alright? That was a hard fall,” He gave me a concerned look.

“Yeah, yeah, I’m good,” I winced as I felt the sting in my knees. I felt a warm liquid stream onto my lip. “Damnnit,” I wiped my face to see blood on my hand.

“Here, I will carry you to a first aid station,” He picked me up bridal style and walked quickly down to a first aid station that was tucked away. He opened the curtain and set me down on a bench. I felt some blood drip down my leg and I sighed. Some skin probably got busted open from how hard I fell. This meant that I was probably going to have to change my pants. Freddy was gathering some supplies from the little station, including gauze, antibacterial ointment, etc. At this point, I was trying to catch the blood leaking from my nose, failing for the most part. Freddy came back and set the materials down, handing me a piece of cloth.

“Here, face your head down and put this in your nose, it should help stop the bleeding,” I did as he said, facing my head downwards and stuffing the cloth onto my nose. I took my name pin off with one hand and set it next to me, knowing that I would have to change my shirt. “Do you mind taking your pants off? It would help me get access to your knees.”

“Oh, uh yeah,” I stood up as Freddy politely turned around. A small smile made its way to my face as I pulled down my pants with my free hand. Once I slipped them off my ankles, I sat back on the bench. “Okay, you can turn back around.”

He immediately turned around and got to work on my knees. I smiled a bit. “Y’know, I’m supposed to be your caretaker, but here you are taking care of me,” If I was being totally honest, it was kind of making me feel some type of way. Like warmth going straight down to my- Y/N! What the hell? He’s a robot! What are you talking about?!

“It’s my job to make sure that everyone who enters the building is in good health, I can’t leave you walking around like this,” He grabbed the small tube of ointment. “This might sting a bit.”

I nodded and winced a bit as he applied it. Once he was done, he wrapped them up with a bandage. “Can I see your nose?” I took the cloth off of it as he investigated it a bit. “It isn’t broken, but the bleeding seems to have weaned off. It will leave a large bruise for a while, but some ice might help relieve the pain.” He took a Freddy Fazbear themed band-aid and gently placed it on my nose.

I smiled brightly and giggled. “Do you mind if I change? I got blood on my shirt and I don’t wanna walk around with blood all over me,” I said after a moment.

“Oh, yes, yes, of course.” He said as he turned around once again.

I stood up and unzipped my backpack, taking out the clothes. I took off my shirt and put it in the bag, as well as my pants. I pulled the new pants on and went to put my shirt on until I heard a gate open on the other side of the room. I quickly pulled my shirt down and looked over at the blonde woman shining us with a flashlight.

“What… the hell is this?” She spoke warily.

“Officer Vannessa! I was assisting Mx. Y/N with an injury-”

“Who are you?” She shined at me with her flashlight.

I held up my nametag. “I’m Y/N, Freddy’s new night caretaker.”

“Are you sleeping with the animatronics or just getting extremely injured on your first day of the job?” She looked down, referring to my busted knees.

“No, no, no! That’s not what’s happening, I promise. I fell down the stairs earlier that's all,” I informed her.

“Mhm… Just don’t let me catch you in another… compromising position, got it?” She warned before turning back to the gate she came from and leaving.

I let out a breath as I tucked my sweater into the waistband of my pants and reattached my pin and lanyard.

Freddy turned back around when he heard me zip up my bag and put it on. He reached his arm out to me. I took it questioningly, cocking my head and giving him a confused smile.

“Just in case, we don’t want you falling and getting hurt again.”

English Coffee

Triggers: 18+ only!, some DA, name calling, etc.

Summary: Fionnuala has had a shit time, so when she gets screamed at by a customer it’s the last straw. She gets a job working with Greta Van Fleet on their tour as a costume design assistant. She has a rule for no relationships but what happens when she catches the eye of Josh? Will she go ahead and follow her heart, or will she refuse and lose everything she loves ?

Chapter 6.

We entered the lobby and I saw Jess standing by the door on her phone. She waved when she saw us, and hung up the call. ‘Ready ladies?’ She said holding the door open. ‘Absolutely Jess.’ Sam said walking towards a car, that was definitely not big enough.

‘Um guys, we aren’t all going to fit into that.’ I said when he opened the door. ‘Nonsense just squish in.’ Jake said sliding in the front next to Sam. Jess rolled her eyes and got in the middle, she patted the seat next to her for me, I sighed and slid in. Josh made his way next to me and Danny the other side. ‘Now, if we see a cop you’re gonna need to duck Flo.’ Sam said pulling out. ‘No way! Why do I have to duck, this was your idea pick one of your stupid brothers.’ I said shocked.

‘Now, now need for that. He was only saying.’ Jake said laughing from the front. The others all smiled with him and let out a few chuckles. ‘Miss England there is no need for this behaviour.’ Danny said from beside Jess.

‘You are one of the smallest, and it would look weird if Josh or Danny did cause they’re at the sides.’ Sam carried on. ‘Ugh. Fine.’ I said leaning back in the seat. ‘Excited for the day with us?’ Josh asked from beside me. I could feel his arm resting on the back of my seat, his hand brushing my shoulder every now and then. ‘Oh definitely.’ Jess said, ‘Me and Flo need this, we have been working so hard on your guys costumes for Europe.’ She said leaning forward so Sam and Jake could hear. ‘I didn’t know you had a tattoo here.’ Josh said, he lifted his finger to brush in front of my ear. ‘I knew you have quite a few on your arms and legs but not here.’ I jumped when he touched me, Jess looking over in a panic. She knew I got funny about unexpected touches. I looked over quickly and widened my eyes to tell her not to say anything. ‘Uh, yeah I got it a few years ago.’ I said to Josh.

He looked at me with confusion and concern, shit he definitely noticed I jumped and the exchange between me and Jess. ‘A dagger? Why?’ He said trying to brush off what happened. ‘I like it I guess. None of my tattoos really have meaning.’ I said turning away quickly.

We pulled up outside some little cafe and we all started to make our way in. I felt Josh grab my arm to pull me back, ‘You jumped a bit in the car when I touched you, you okay love?’ He said quietly so the others wouldn’t hear. ‘Uh, yeah i’m fine Josh. We should go in they’re probably getting seated.’ I said pulling my arm away and starting to walk after them. ‘Flo come on, what is going on? I know Jess knows she looked at you in the car after you jumped.’ He said from next to me, ‘Nothing, stop worrying.’ I said pulling the door open and looking around for the gang. ‘Yes I will worry, I care about you Flo i’m worried.’ He said coming up beside me, looking down at me. ‘It doesn’t concern you Josh, and for the record I am absolutely fine and dandy now leave it alone.’ I snapped walking over to the table.

Jess looked at me with concern when I sat down next to her. ‘So what’s the plan?’ Danny asked from beside me. ‘I’m thinking breakfast, a movie, bar, bar, bar.’ Sam said smiling widely. ‘Sounds good to me.’ Jess agreed from next to me. I nodded in agreement looking at the menu. This place was similar to where Josh took me before, and we were in the exact same position as then. Arguing over what was going on with me.

Josh was sat opposite me with a frown on his face. ‘Right let’s order and get going!.’ Jake said.

We chatted over breakfast, and the entire time Josh was frowning. He never did more than smile or chuckle a little at people jokes, he was upset I could tell. ‘So Flo, are you excited to go to England in a few months to see your family?’ Danny asked me at the end of the meal, ‘Oh so excited! This is going to be the longest I have been away. My mum is excited for me to come home.’ I said smiling, ‘Are you close with your mum?’ Jake asked while everyone began to grab their things, ‘Yeah, we’re quite close.’ I said as we walked out.

We made our way back to the car and Jake and Josh hung back and we’re talking quietly amongst themselves. I slid into the back and Josh got in next to me again, ‘So I think we should see The Nun, it’s replaying this week ahead of the new one coming out. Sound good?’ Sam said from the drivers seat, everyone agreed. Josh still had his arm around my back, and I felt his fingers brush my shoulder every now and then. Chills ran up my back but I refused to look at him. Jess turned to me on the drive up and started talking about the tailor making the costumes and that they are nearly done and she is sending them in a couple more weeks. I nodded, ‘Has she done the gold stitching on Josh’s jacket?’ He turned to look at me, ‘What gold stitching?’ I half turned toward him and tried not to make eye contact, if he wants to act petty so can I.

‘Oh just a little extra I added to your white jacket with the silver embroidery.’ I said turning away. ‘Oh, it sounds amazing Flo thank you.’ He said, his hand coming down to rest on my shoulder. I tensed up again and felt my body heat up, I hate this effect he has on me. I have never reacted like this with anyone, and the one person I do is a major rockstar who lives thousands of miles away from me. Great.

We arrived at the cinema and the boys went to get us tickets, no matter how much me and Jess argued they said it was their treat. The cinema was huge compared to England, it looked so much more modern. In England you either get some half modern ones with nice carpets and seats or you get something from the 80s with horrible seats that don’t recline.

‘So we have got the middle row all booked out so no random person can sit by us.’ Danny said. ‘Right, I’m gonna get some drinks what does everyone want?’ I said taking my purse out. ‘I’ll help you.’ Josh said as everyone gave me their orders and started going to the screen. ‘I’ll have 4 beers and 2 large cokes please.’ I said to the girl behind the counter. She looked up and smiled, then looked over to Josh at my left. ‘Oh, my god. You’re Josh Kiszka!’ She said, bringing her hand to her mouth. He smiled and looked down, ‘Yeah I am! Hello darling, lovely to meet you.’ She came around the counter and asked for a hug. ‘I’m your guys biggest fan!’ She said crying slightly. ‘Pass me your phone, I’ll take a picture for you.’ I said, she passed me her phone and wrapped her arms around his waist. He put his arms round her shoulder and grinned widely. I took a few pictures and passed it back.

‘Thank you so much! I’ll get the drinks now.’ She carried on making the drinks and passed them to us. ‘Thank you so much! I can’t believe I met you.’ She said still teary. We grabbed the drinks and thanked her and started walking to the screen.

‘What a cutie!’ I said as we walked down the hallway. ‘Yeah, I love meeting fans makes this all real and worth it.’ He spoke with such love for his job, so much love for the fans they have created. ‘That’s really beautiful Josh.’ I said, ‘You’re beautiful Flo.’ He said softly. I stopped to look over at him, he looked down at me smiling softly. Something swimming about his eyes. My face heated up and I smiled lightly, ‘You shouldn’t be saying those things Josh. You’re my boss. We only met like 5 days ago.’ I said turning to walk on, he grabbed my arm lightly. I felt my body instinctively tighten at the contact. ‘But I want to say it Flo.’ He looked down at me with such seriousness on his face. ‘No, Josh. You can’t say that, this cannot happen. It’s wrong, I’m working for you, we have to see each other every day.’ I said, I could feel myself start to tear up. I hated confrontation and this was going that way. I tried to walk away again but he refused to let go.

I put my drinks down a seat at the side of the hallway, ‘Flo, I am being deadly serious. I know you feel it too, but something is making you stop. Something is going on. Just tell me what it is, i’m worried about you.’ He said pulling me closer after he put his drinks down. ‘Nothing Josh.’ I said avoiding eye contact, his hands were holding me either side of my arms. ‘I want to help, please. I care about you Flo and whatever is going on is clearly hurting you.’ He kept using my first name, no more ‘love’. ‘Josh please stop.’ I said feeling tears well up in my eyes, I didn’t want to look at him. I knew if I looked at him I would burst into tears. ‘Flo, I will never stop. I care too much about you to let whatever this is carry on.’ He said softly, I looked up at him and there was so much emotion on his face. He was staring at me so intently, I looked back at him.

I saw him lean forwards, and felt my breath stop in my throat. His head came down to meet mine, I didn’t move. It was like I was frozen in place. I knew how wrong this was, and my head was screaming at me to stop him. To turn away and just watch the movie. It felt like forever before his lips met mine.

They were soft and warm, and he tasted like the coffee he had at the diner this morning. I moved my arms to wrap around his neck, and moved my lips to his. I tangled my fingers in his hair as his lips moved against mine. I could feel his moustache rubbing against my lips as we kissed, but I didn’t care. Fireworks exploded in my stomach and I let out a breath. His hands moved to my face and he held my cheeks as we kissed.

I pulled back first, I could tell my face was red. ‘Um, we should get back.’ I said grabbing the drinks from the seat and walking away. I heard him cough and grab the drinks he had and walk after me. He held the door to the screen and I didn’t look at him as he passed. I made my way to the end of the row, Josh was going to have to sit next to me. I sat down next to Jake and he smiled lightly when he saw me. The adverts were still on thank god.

‘Long line?’ He whispered to me, I heard Josh sit down next to me. ‘Uh, yeah.’ I whispered, ‘These are all yours.’ I passed him the drinks and he thanked me. ‘Yeah, there is a long line for the toilet as well.’ He whispered. Oh fuck, oh shit. If he went to the toilet he would have seen me and Josh. We would either of been arguing or kissing. So either one is bad. I looked at him and he was smirking, he knows. He knows I know he knows. Brilliant. Great way to not get involved Flo.

The movie started and I still had no courage to look at Josh. I peeked over at him and his face was stern. No emotion. Was he upset we kissed? He looked over at me and I quickly looked away. We are acting like we are 13 and in school.

I peeked over at the others and Jake wasn’t looking anymore, Jess leant forward at me and widened her eyes asking what was going on. I mouthed that I will text her after, she nodded and leant back.

When the credits came on, he stood up. He hasn’t looked at me the entire time, it made me feel so awkward. It was like we were teenagers again.

I stood up and waited for the others to gather their things, when I looked back Josh was walking out. What is going on?

We exited the cinema and Sam and Danny were talking about how they loved the movie. ‘Did you guys enjoy it?’ They turned to me and Jess who were walking behind the group, Jake and Josh were up front. ‘Yeah it was really good, I have never seen it before.’ Jess said, she looked over at me and I nodded. ‘Yeah, I love the Conjuring movies they are amazing.’ ‘Cool, so it’s about 12 now, we can head to a bar and get a drink?’ Sam said grabbing the keys from his pocket. We all agreed and headed off, Josh didn’t look at me in the car or put his arm round her like he had been doing. Something was up.

We arrived at some little bar that the guys said they knew, and wouldn’t be too busy. When I got out the car Jess grabbed my hand and told the guys that she needs the toilet, she pulled me into the bathroom and checked no one was in there before turning to me and crossing her arms. ‘What is going on? Josh has totally changed his attitude since this morning and now you guys are acting like each other have the plague.’ She stared at me while I tried to come up with a way to tell her. I sighed and put my head in my hands, ‘He kissed me.’ I said, ‘What? I can’t hear you.’ ‘He kissed me.’ I said again louder, ‘Yeah still not getting that, Flo. Take your hands away from your face.’ I slowly removed my hands and looked at her, ‘He kissed me, before the movie.’ I said, her mouth dropped open and she started smiling.

‘He did what?! Oh my god this is crazy! How did he do it? How was it ?’ She started reeling off all these questions. ‘It was great, I mean I thought it was great. But he hasn’t spoke to me since, and hasn’t even looked at me. I broke the kiss first but I didn’t think that should matter.’ I said leaning up against the counter. ‘He might think you didn’t want it hun, I mean pulling away first isn’t always the best sign for a first kiss. Did he say anything?’ She asked standing in front of me. ‘He keeps asking me all these questions about what is going on, he knows something is up. But I don’t want to tell him, it’s not his issue to take on and it’s really private to me. I told you because you deserved to know since we are going to be working so closely together.’ I said signing, I crossed my arms and looked down.

‘Personally, I think you should tell him. He likes you a lot Flo, everyone can see it. But the decision is 100% hours and yours alone to make.’ Jess said, she patted my arm and told me she was going to find the guys. I nodded and said I will be a minute.

She left the bathroom and I texted my mum and update and said I will call her tomorrow as we are out all today. I called Orla after to tell her what was going on. ‘Heya! How is it ?’ She asked me, ‘He kissed me.’ I blurted out immediately, I heard her scream from the other side of the phone. ‘Tell me everything !’ I told her about the gardens, the argument, Ezra calling, how Josh wants to know what’s going on. ‘I think you should tell him Flo. He sounds like he really cares, but it’s up to you. I think he would benefit from knowing.’ Orla said softly down the phone, ‘I just don’t understand how my life has flipped entirely in the space of a week. Exactly, it’s only been a week Orla I can’t be doing this. We have months left.’ I said, staring to panic. I heard her sigh down the phone, ‘Flo, people know if they have a crush on someone after a week. The timeline is entirely normal for a kiss, no one is saying you have to date the guy. Just tell him the truth okay?’ She said, she always knew what to say when I started panicking. ‘I feel like I am going to have to, he’s not going to stop.’ I said, putting my hand to my forehead. ‘I’m going to go because I have someone coming over in like an hour, but tell me what happens okay? And stop worrying so much, just feel it Flo.’ I gasped, ‘You have someone coming to my place?’ I said nearly shouting, ‘Bye love you!’ With that she hung up.

I looked at myself in the mirror, giving myself a mental pep talk and walked out. I looked around for the guys, and found them in a booth in a quiet corner. I took a deep breath and hyped myself up, let’s go Fionnuala.

I walked over and smiled, the only open space was next to Josh. Of course. I sat down and listened to what they were talking about. ‘No, Jake. I think when we go to Germany we should do a bar crawl for the beer.’ Sam said, ‘Well I think museums would be better.’ Jake said smirking, he was doing this to annoy him. I smiled and got up to get a drink, ‘I’m getting a beer, anyone want anything?’ They all nodded and asked for another.

I made my way over to the bar and ordered a refill for the table and got myself a local beer. I felt my phone buzz, might be Orla telling me about this stranger in my flat.

Unknown: I want to see you. I miss you darling. When will you be home?

I grabbed the tray of drinks and walked back over. ‘Refills!’ I announced placing the tray down. ‘Oh you are amazing Flo.’ Danny said grabbing his drink, ‘Where were you Flo?’ Sam asked sipping his drink. ‘Oh, just had to make a phone call. Check in with Orla and my flat.’ I said sitting down, Josh hasn’t looked at me since I came in. For some reason it hurt me a little bit. I shook it off and looked at Sam.

‘And how is your humble home?’ He asked, he was already half gone I could tell. ‘Fine, she seems to be doing pretty well looking after it.’ I said sipping my beer. It was very nice, a little fruity. ‘Good! I can’t wait to us to see it when we come to Edinburgh.’ He said grinning, ‘What?’ I asked looking at the others. ‘We’re gonna come see your flat aren’t we?’ Jake said like it was obvious. ‘I had no idea this was the plan.’ I said, ‘Of course it is! We have to see where our costume designer lives, this is right after the tour you’re giving us.’ Danny chimed in.

‘I feel like i’m being ganged up on here, when was this agreed?’ I feel like my head is going to explode, if that was the plan then we might run into Ezra. I didn’t want to see him, or for these guys to see him. ‘It wasn’t but it makes sense, right Jess?’ Jake said. Jess looked at me with sympathy, ‘Uh yeah course it does, sounds good Flo?’ She said, ‘Uh yeah, I’ll give you guys a tour.’ I sipped my beer and leaned back. ‘Or is that not something you want to do Fionnuala?’ Josh said not looking at me, and using my full name, what the hell? ‘Sorry?’ I said looking at him, ‘Sounds like something is wrong with the plans made, not up to your standards? Should we all just leave it alone and move on?’ He said, his voice biting. ‘I have no idea what you’re going on about Josh.’ I said looking away, why was he so upset with me ?

‘What the hell dude?’ Jake said staring him down. ‘What? It doesn’t sound like something she wants to do, like she doesn’t want to spend time with us. So why don’t you just leave then? No one is begging you to be here Fionnuala.’ He snapped, I felt that one. That one really hurt. ‘I don’t know what your issue is Josh, but if you don’t want me here just say it. Don’t beat around the bush like a child.’ I said standing up now. I could feel my anger rise, who the hell was he to speak to me like this? ‘Fine, I don’t want you here. Please leave.’ He said standing up as well, the others were all staring at us. Probably wondering where his new hostility has come from.

‘Fuck you, Kiszka.’ I said grabbing my bag and walking outside into the sun. ‘What the fuck Josh?’ Sammy said as I was walking out, ‘Why are you being such a dick?’ Danny said, that was all I heard before I walked out.

I walked around the side of the bar and leant against the wall. Angry tears were running down my face, what did I do? He kissed me, if anything I should be the one upset. I took a pack of cigarettes out my bag and lit one. I never was the biggest smoker but when I was drunk or emotional my body craved one. I took a deep drag and felt the smoke fill my lungs up, I heard footsteps from beside me and looked over. Jake was stood over me, ‘You smoke?’ He asked standing next to me. ‘Only sometimes.’ I said taking another drag.

‘Listen. I saw you and Josh in the movie theatre.’ He said, wow just casually drop that here. ‘Uh, yeah. I don’t really know what to say.’ I mumbled, feeling slightly embarrassed. ‘I can tell he really likes you Flo, I don’t know what has got into him but as his twin. He is really into you.’ He said looking at me. ‘Well he’s fucking ruined it now hasn’t he? Acting like a complete knob.’ I looked at him, ‘How much more British can you be?’ He smiled at me, ‘Not much.’ I said looking forward. Where was this conversation going? Sticking up for his brother with the way he acted. No way. I deserve an apology.

‘Come inside, just ignore him. We all want you in there.’ He said pushing himself off the wall. ‘No way, I’m not going back in there. He is going to make me feel so awkward, he can fuck off. Does he know you are out here?’ I asked putting out the cigarette. ‘Yes he does, I told them I was going to get you. Jess, Sam and Danny have all told him what he said was completely out of line.’ I crossed my arms and stared at him. ‘No, he wants me to leave I will leave. I’m going back to the hotel, i’m not going to feel awkward all night and not stay where I am not wanted.’ With that I turned and walked away.

‘Flo come on!’ Jake called after me as I walked away, ‘It’s not you Jake, tell the guys i’m sorry and that we can do something tomorrow. Have a nice night!’ I called and turned around. I ordered an uber to up the street back to the hotel.

Explain

Cole Turner X Fem!Reader

Word Count: 949

Requested: Anon

Request: Story about reader whose human and has a baby by Cole Turner which they have been broken up. She doesn't know what to do cause she sees him doing magic (the baby is half human and half demon) reader never knew cause Cole disappeared to protect her. She tries to track him down but never could but he ends up showing up and explaining to try to win her heart. He didn't know she was pregnant etc and they try to work it out. (Thank you so much in advance !!!)

Cole never meant for you to see him using magic but now that you had he couldn't stay with you, the fact that you were human put you in too much danger and loved you too much to let something happen to you, especially with the demon that seemed to be targeting him, so he disappeared from your life, he made sure that there was no way for you trace him and he hoped to become a distant memory, he had made a plan in his head to check in every month but a problem arose for you long before that.

You had noticed that you started to feel sick every morning, you were unbelievably tired and the more damning factor was that you had missed a period so you decided to take a test and unfortunately for you it was positive, it wasn't like you didn't want a child but the fact that you were alone now meant that it was going to be so much harder to have one but the biggest problem was that you saw what Cole had done and if that was something that carried over to your child then you weren't even sure how to help them. You decided that you had to try and find him and you only had one connection left and that was your work friend Phoebe, she had set you up with him in the first place and was the only connection that you had to him, considering he wasn't answering texts or calls.

The next morning when you walked into work you managed to find the woman that you were looking for in seconds "(Y/N) are you okay? You've been sick these past couple of days." She said as she looked at you. "I.. Yeah I found out something, you don't happen to know how to get in contact with Cole do you?" You asked. "Cole?" She asked. "Did something happen?" "Well he's not answering his calls and I really need to tell him something." You answered playing with your fingers, she frowned. "Are you okay hunny?" She asked. "I found out that I'm pregnant." You answered, the smile that stretched across her face made you smile too. "Are you happy?" She asked. "Scared, I'm not with Cole anymore, he just disappeared one day so I'm going to have to do this on my own I don't know how I'm going to work with a baby and everything." You shrugged. "I'm sure that Alise will help you out." She nodded and you knew that she was right, Alise was very good and keeping everyone happy and if you explained to her what was going on, she'd probably find some way to make it work, it's not like your editing job has to be done in the office. "Wait you said Cole just left?" "Yeah, I just wanted to ask you to tell him to come to see me if you see him." You shrugged as you turned away from her to bury yourself in your work.

When Phoebe got back home that day she was faced with Cole sitting on the sofa flipping through a magazine "you just left her!?" She asked as she hit him around the back of the head. "What the hell?" Cole asked as he cradled the place she had hit. "She's pregnant and you left her!" Phoebe yelled. "She's pregnant?" Cole asked. "She's freaking out, you said that she saw you use magic she's probably thinking about what happens if the baby can use magic." Phoebe glared at him "she's in so much more danger being pregnant with your child when you aren't there to protect her." "I should go and talk to her." He said. "Yeah maybe you should and she should definitely slap you," Phoebe answered as she walked away from you.

The knock on your door made you jump, you frowned before walking over to the door and opening it "Cole." You gasped as you registered who was waiting for you on the other side of the door. "I know that what I did wasn't right but after you saw what you saw I thought that the only way to protect you was to leave, I attract a lot of attention in the world that I live in." He started and you looked at him before stepping to the side and allowing him into the apartment. "What do you mean? The world that you live in?" You asked. "I'm a demon." He said "what you saw was me using my powers to get rid of a problem," He answered. "Why'd you come back then if you thought that we were safe?" You asked already, grouping yourself and the baby together even if you hadn't told him. "Phoebe told me about the baby." He said as he looked at your stomach. "If you weren't pregnant you would be safer without me even if I missed you every day and woke up wishing things were different but now that you're pregnant people... Demons will come looking for you and the baby so you are safer with me." He explained. "What do you want?" You asked. "I never wanted to leave in the first place but if you don't want me here there are other ways that I can try and protect you," He explained and you looked at him and sighed. "I think it's going to take some time to get back to where we were but I'd like us to try... You have to explain everything to me as well." You said and he nodded. "Of course." He smiled and you nodded a little more confident about your future.

Requests and general question!

An idea has been floating around in my head. How would J react to finding a child? Like they’ve either been abandoned or they’re lost or maybe even kidnapped and he happens to stumble across them. Would he do anything, purposefully scare the kid more cuz it’s amusiiiing (SHEESH Joker🤧) or just ignore them, orrrr? I can’t decide his thoughts about kids; at most he’s probably just indifferent, finds them annoying or MAYBE somewhere deep inside find them almost endearing?? Just to the extent of, “they’re easy to entertain and play around with” *Cue Joker acting like a child himself* Apologies Choas, this is a lot, I’m just trying to gather opinions!!

Joker with a child 😀 almost fell out of my office chair when I read this ask earlier! and anon it’s never too much! Don’t apologize! Send everything you have! I got carried away so here’s an unnecessarily long answer!!

If the child is kidnapped:

Guaranteed Joker is involved PURELY BY ACCIDENT!

The poor kid was taking a nap in the getaway van (Kids am I right??? So weird.) How was J supposed to know!? Now Bats and the GCPD thinks he abducted someone’s demon offspring. He most certainly did NOT!

He resents the title; Child Abducter. Like he’s actually gonna return it 🙄 pfft.

Of course “it” being an adolescent roughly 7-16yr. Does letting the kid become an official gofer count as good parenting? Wait. He’s not considering becoming one!!!

Unrelated: The kid is surprisingly good at driving. J highkey wants to hire them for future jobs 🤣😭 “uh.. yeah you can drive on the uh sidewalk.. have at it.” Later on Frost explains what GTA is to Joker; they’re hired. 😂

If the child is lost

Hoooo boy. I’m feral at the thought of a younger kiddo (like 1-6yr) crying for their parents in a panicked crowd (totally not Joker’s fault) and J is like “ew” before getting away but the child grabs the back of his jacket.

Now there’s a child hanging from Joker and he could care less.

Goes about his day as normal. I’m taking murdering sprees, at least two other robberies etc. Eventually he gets annoyed by the excessive amount of giggling, this kid having a ball swinging around! but they’re ruining Joker’s image.

Cue J grabbing the child by their leg, “how do I turn this thing off” pokes their baby rolls (unknowingly makes the kid laugh more; all the goons are horrified).

Y/n fainting when Joker comes home with a child dangling from his shoulder that’s chewing on his Swiss knife. Wayyyy too close to the blade.

The child laughs at you falling down. “You think that’s funny brat? Wait til I hold ya ransom.”

The child is later rescued/found after their parents make an undisclosed payment..

If the child is abandoned (rip to my ovaries)

Joker sees a bit of himself watching the child cry in the dirty cardboard box, (or whatever they were left in) in the abandoned building everyone was hiding in.

Frost tells him to kill it or something and receives a stab wound for his.. well, frostiness.

There is something about this child that makes Joker feel… sigh, he hates it but the minute the child sees J’s clown face and their eyes connect? IT'S OVER!

Joker cleans Carter’s out and he practically buys Gerber stock with the ridiculous amount of stuff he buys this child.

If Bats can have crime fighting orphans, why can’t J have a criminal one? This tiny human thing is coming with him.

If it’s a boy, Gotham has a new generation to fear and if it’s a girl, that’s even worse. Gotham City is theirs forever!

Wait, why am I even writting this

Finally guetting to watch the Hollow Crown (just after watching Archipelago from 2010, just putting the info right here) and I don’t understand, I think, a half of what is going on ‘because it’s old english drama Shakespeare and it’s NOT my mother tongue so I haven’t what, had english litteratury classes?, so nevermind (I wish I had, somehow, maybe ? The thing is, I’ve actually started reading an old Penguin Book I bought one day at an air-open second hand bookstore on my way back from work, and it’s English poetry, OLD English poetry, and it’s fun to read, even though I don’t understand half of what I’m reading, but it’s okay, it’s fun ‘cause you can learn while reading : it’s poetry (verse) so it rhymes, (yay, that’s, okay nevermind)

 AND THERE IS NO SUBTITLE 

So i’m just like watching something I half understand with my favorite actor* in it; trowing faces and expression and voices (sometimes it’s like he was singing or doing slam poetry/music) it’s fun, (he’s not the only one, but I bet it’s the art’s genre), it’s a play, it’s pleasant to the ear, it’s comedy, trajedy, classical, history) (bravo my dear, you can connect your 2 neurons from time to time) 

Just to clarify, usually I don’t specially need subtitles, but it’s easier for me to understand, but when I really really pay attention, with a good sound etc, for example with interviews I think I can get about 80% of the info I’m watching/hearing without subtitles. 

BUT HERE, HECK,

just don’t know what the fuck is going on mate (50%), and just seeing his face doing things, (and his voice of course), it’s just pleasant to watch (or not), like you don’t have to fully understand wtf is going on to appreciate what you are watching.

And I think it’s beautiful, to be able to, at the same way, communicate with your audience with emotions and not necessarly words ( that’s what we are searching here, with the sounds, the voices, the visuals, emotions, DRAMA, with a capital D, everything here is complementary I think I could pause at every scene and get something to describe like a painting or a figure de style from a writting, and so go on, that’s why I love art in its every forms)) did I just talked about cinema here ?

And also to be able to connect people, at some point, through space and time, to feel things through a media, without even knowing them.

*cough* 

sorry, got carried away

And so, I had to share this ‘cause, I don’t know, I don’t understand half of the words used in the show, but the facial expressions of Tom Hiddleston in this, (of Tom Hiddleston in general you are going to tell me), I mean, they do help a lot, to understand the fuck is going on. That’s one of the reasons why I consider him to be a good (or even, very good) actor. 

Because I’m pretty sure I’m gonna find these f^cking subtitles and even then translations because, YEAH, i’m french, not british, and no, i didn’t pay to watch the show, but I am poor (I’ve lost my job, I can barely afford a roof above the head, I’m burned out by multifactorial problems) and I do believe art should not be reserved to those who can affort it, so yeah sue me, (and I’m making art so bnlnlnlnl if I could pay I would)

again, I digress,

I’m gonna get these subtitles and I will get the details and the rest of the info, like a puzzle, and I will learn culture, maye history, words, language, and I think it’s one of the best ways to learn something, and to get to understand some ways of thinking. In the world. Even today. Even later. This is classical shit, I did some literature in French, a few boring shit actually, but some of them did hit me, in the gut. I also did Latin, a bit, very little lol, my teacher was the best for it. 

And I think it’s interresting to get to know why a person is so important in the eyes of others. I think it’s interresting to get to or at least to try to understand, what it is to be from somewhere else. I think it’s important to try and connect the dots between things. 

And in the end I don’t even know why I’m saying all this, because it must be obvious, or just lame or I don’t know, this is not my field, I’m not doing art for a living, I’m an aborted scientist, with emotional outbursts and utopian political ideas, (or radical, I never know, it’s always changing, they never tell you the same thing twice)

I think I’m doing philosophy at some point, at each appointement, with my psychiatrist. And talking about politics, and Douglas Adams.

But I am glad to be able to enjoy, today, these kind of things, I am glad to be more interested in English litterature thanks to this man (and many other human beings) I am glad to be more interested in litterature in generals, I’m sure we can use these kind of materials to make english classes for example, go, take a ticket, go to the theater with  your class, make some young souls sensible to art, make them sensible to their emotions. That’s how you make humans, that’s how you forge humanity. (wow, that’s some strong words, even for me)

And now bring your friends, and make them discover your passions, because this is what makes us alive. 

* I am watching his filmography because I’m hyperfocusing because I’ve ADHD, don’t mind me

Anyway, thank you for reading, I hope I didn’t boooore you with my thoughts, sorry for this shitload of spelling and grammar errors, I am currently writting other articles, I hope one day I will finish what I’m starting, may the force be with you, take care

Choose Me, Henry Chapter 3 Dave Is A Good Friend

A/N: There will be an endgame ship and alternative endings.  I'm not telling you what those are cause that would spoil the fun.

Dave was carrying two cups of coffee as he was trying to find Henry. Dave Panpa was Henry's only friend in the Government since he joined, Dave used to be a police officer like Rupert but was fired cause of certain "things". He took a job as a security guard and he was doing a good job until he was captured by The Toppat Clan. He was saved by Rupert and the Government, he lost his legs, and Dr. V gave him new set of legs.

He made friends with the other soldiers like Charles Calvin, Victoria Grit, June July, the Bukowski twins, etc. However, he's been spending time with Henry cause Henry needs his help. Dave was humming merrily while still holding the coffees, he walked past Charles and Rupert whom were talking when they saw him walk past them. They watched him as he went over to Henry who was waiting for him, Dave handed Henry's coffee to him as they lean against a rock. Henry thanked him as he took a sip, Dave smiled at him.

Charles and Rupert stared at them while they were chatting. Charles shook his head as he crossed his arms, Rupert was glaring at them. "I don't know why Dave keeps talking to him, Rupert." Charles said.

"I don't know either, Charlie." Rupert replied as he also crossed his arms, "I don't want him talking to Henry."

"Have you tried telling him to not talk to him?"

"No. Dave is his own person, I can't tell him not to talk to Henry."

Charles nodded in agreement as Rupert continued, "Besides Dave's my friend. I have to support him, if he wants to talk to Henry, he can talk to Henry.

Charles nodded again as they both kept staring at Dave and Henry.

Meanwhile with Dave and Henry, they kept talking about random stuff.

"So, Henry." Dave said as smiled at him. "While you were leader of the Toppat clan, did you have any friends or any significant other?"

Dave was the only one in the Government who can ask these questions without getting triggered.

Henry's face fell when Dave asked that question, he quietly clench his cup as he sighed heavily, he then closed his eyes. He exhale a sharp breath as he open his eyes, he glanced at Dave whom was waiting for an answer. "I only had like two friends and for significant other...he was a good lover." he replied sadly.

"Oh?" Dave said as he tilted his head in confusion. "Who? What happened to him?"

Henry chuckled as he scoffed, "I think you know him by Burt Curtis." he said bitterly.

Dave blinked at Henry's tone, "What's wrong?" he asked gently.

"It's been a while since I come here and none of my "friends" or Burt has come to find me." Henry replied sadly as his voice wavered. "They should have come for me by now..."

Henry turn away from Dave so he wouldn't see him crying, he dropped his cup on the ground, spilling coffee onto the dirt. He covered his face with his hands, Dave immediately put his cup down and hugged him. Charles's and Rupert's eyes widen in shock and surprise at Dave's actions. Henry never let anyone touch him even when to help him, he always will lashes out or snap at them. Heck, Dr. V can't go near him unless she tells him. So seeing Dave hugging him without getting push back or scolded by him is just a shockingly weird sight to witness.

"Hey, shhh. Calm down, Henry." Dave said softly and gently. "It's okay, I'm here. If your friends and Burt hasn't come for you, they're not worth it...believe me, I know."  

Henry cease his crying as he lean into Dave's embrace, "B-But I-I love Burt... He was actually the first relationship I ever had." he mumbled sadly.

"Like I said before, Henry. If he hasn't come for you yet, he's not worth it."

"I guess you're right."

Dave kept hugging him until Henry gently let go of him, he shudder for a mintue as he took deep breaths, then he finally calm down. "You feeling better?" Dave asked.

Henry nodded as he looked at the ground, "Yeah... Listen I'm gonna head off to my tent, I'm tired. It was nice talking to you." he replied.

"Okay, bye Henry." Dave said. "Get some rest."

Henry nodded as he went back to his tent, he waved goodbye to Dave, Dave waved back. Charles and Rupert stared at Henry leaving Dave alone, they were still wondering what happened. "I wonder what's that about?" Charles said with a hint of concern in his voice.

"I'm...not sure, I'm gonna have to ask Dave later." Rupert replied.

Charles and Rupert resume their conversation but the scene where Henry's breakdown still lingers in their minds.

Later that night, Rupert and Dave were getting ready for bed. Rupert saw Dave was laying on his bed and he took a deep breath. Okay, he's going to ask Dave his questions about Henry. "Oi, Dave... What were yer and Henry were talking about earlier?" he asked nonchalantly.  

Dave looked at Rupert and shrugged, "Just normal stuff." Dave replied.

Rupert blinked for a moment, "Alright but what's with Henry's breakdown earlier?"

Dave sat up to look at Rupert, he sighed as he lay back down. "It's just something personal, he's fine now." he replied as he thought about Henry's breakdown.

Rupert stared at Dave, "What kind of personal stuff?" he asked as he mentally slapped himself. He knew he shouldn't be asking but he's actually curious about Henry's breakdown.

"It's none of your business, Rupert." Dave said firmly. "You know this."

"Oi, I just wanna know." Rupert defended as he put his hands up.

"Look, I know you hate him and you only see him as a criminal." Dave snapped suddenly as he got up in front of Rupert's face, making him jump a little from his tone. "And I'm not gonna invade Henry's privacy so you can us it to bully him, I know you and Charles bully him."

Rupert wanted to say something but Dave interrupted him, "Don't try to deny it. I have seen and heard what you guys have done to Henry. Just because he used to be a former criminal doesn't mean he does not have feelings." Dave continued. "He's already feeling bad, he doesn't need you or Charles to make it worse."

Dave went back to his bed and got under the covers, he looked over at Rupert with an angry expression on his face. "I'm going to bed, I want you to think about your actions towards others especially Henry. Now good night."

Dave shut the lights without hearing Rupert's reply, Rupert stood there in the dark looking dumbfounded, "Oi...what just happened?" he thought as he quietly slip into bed.

He didn't get any sleep cause he thought of what Dave had say to him about Henry.  

Hii!! Love your fics! Right now I have the worst day ever and everything goes wrong. Could you maybe make a fic where the reader is JJ’s girlfriend and she’s making homework or something and everything goes wrong also and she just starts crying etc. & JJ’s notices and calms her down?? Idk if you get what I mean but something like this would make me really happy to read haha! Thanks🥰

Hi babe and thank you! I love this idea! I hope it’s what you asked for, I think this is so sweet 🥰 I wrote this in first person, let me know if you like it that way! I got carried away so enjoy!

Bad Day - JJ Maybank x Reader Blurb/Request

Warnings: none really, a tiny bit of swearing but mainly just fluff and sweetness with sad!reader

Today was just not my day. My car had broken down on the way home from school and my parents nor I could afford to fix it right now. My dad had gotten laid off from his job of 15 years last week, my mom only worked part time and I just barely made enough at my weekend job to put gas in my car (that I now can’t drive) and occasionally go out with the rest of the pogues.

Soaking wet from the rain, (oh yeah, and I had to stand out in the pouring rain waiting to flag down the damned tow truck) I clutched my damp backpack as I trudged into the house.

“Hey mom?!” I called into the living room, dumping my backpack onto the entryway table as I shed my sopping wet jacket, shoes and socks and headed through the house to the laundry room. As I tossed my drenched clothing into, or more like across the laundry basket, my mom shouted from her bedroom, “hey baby! Are you alright? I’m so sorry about your car honey. We’ll try and get it fixed as soon as possible okay?”

I heard her short kitten heels make their way down the stairs as she met me in the living room. She wrapped me in a gentle hug, trying not to get her nice outfit wet before her big interview. “I’m okay mom, and it’s alright. I know you and dad need money for the house. My car isn’t exactly a priority right now, don’t worry about it too much.”

I gave her a slightly pained smile as she held my cheeks and kissed my forehead. “I love you baby, you’re the best. If I get this job and can start working full time, and your dad is able to get into the dealership for that management position with Peter we’re going to be just fine. Okay?”

“Okay mom. Good luck, you’re going to kill it I promise.” “Let’s hope so!” She replied excitedly, nerves tinging her words as she retrieved her purse from the counter and her car keys out of the bowl. “Bye Y/N love you!” “Love you too!”

And just like that I was home alone. As my mom’s SUV pulled out of the garage I glanced out the window and eyed my pitiful broken car sitting on the street along the sidewalk. I loved the damn thing, even though it wasn’t the nicest car in the world I was still so proud that I had bought it with my own money 2 years ago.

Back then things were better financially for my family. My older siblings were off to college already and I was in my junior year of high school. Both of my parents were working full time and life was easier. We weren’t straight up kooks by any means, but we had a nice house and plenty to get by on.

Much like Kie I never fit in with most of the kooks. I chose not to go to school with them and had been friends with the pogues for most of my life. Yet unlike Kie, my parents didn’t dislike my friends. They themselves hadn’t grown up with much and had to work so hard to give our family everything we had. It was part of the reason I felt so bad that they were struggling again now.

With a heavy chest I took my bag off the table and made my way up the stairs to my room. As I changed into my comfy clothes I never heard my phone buzz with a text from JJ.

“Hey babydoll, I’m on my way! I’ll see you in a few 😘”

Throwing my hair into the messiest bun ever, strands of hair sticking out wherever they pleased, I slumped into my desk chair and powered on my laptop. I might as well be productive rather than wallow in my misery. Finals week was approaching faster than I preferred and as much studying as I could get done between now and then would be crucial. The asshole teacher in our American literature class had decided to give everyone a 15 page essay assignment two weeks before finals. The bastard.

Reaching into my bag I felt my heart stop. I pulled out my notebook and felt the pages all clumped together. Wet. “Oh my god you’re kidding me,” I exclaimed to myself out loud, voice wavering. I felt tears brimming in my eyes as I set the notebook in front of me, peeling apart the stuck together pages. The ink more or less unreadable. All of my notes from my class from the last two weeks were completely gone, useless.

That was the final blow. After a short breath in there was just nothing left in me but tears. I couldn’t take it anymore. Loud sobbing wails left my chest as I tucked my knees into my body, burying my face into my arms as they sat atop my knees. I just let go, everything resting on my mind and heart from the last few hours, days, weeks, just came pouring out of me.

Already knowing the key code to the lock, JJ had just come through the front door, about to kick off his muddy boots as he shook the water out of his hair. His head flew up in panic as soon as he heard his girlfriend’s loud cries from upstairs. Not even considering his wet muddy boots that were leaving puddles from the front door all the way to her bedroom, he raced up the stairs to make sure she was okay.

Panting and panicked he reached the doorframe, “baby?!”

Startled I craned my neck to where he was standing. Seeing my tear soaked face he rushed towards me and wrapped me in his strong arms, I clutched onto them for dear life. “Are you okay? What’s wrong? What happened?” The sweet boy holding me was so shaken by my state I could tell he was worried sick.

“Everything fucking sucks today J, I just can’t deal with it right now,” I took a full deep breath and tried to relax myself enough to explain what I was going through. “It’s alright babe. Take a second, I’ve got you okay?” Concern and love were laced through JJ’s words as he took down my bun and started combing his fingers through my hair. It felt like heaven.

Finally being able to steady my breathing, I continued with my story. “So you know how my dad lost his job and my mom still isn’t working full time yet?” “Mhmm,” JJ nodded, “well on the way home today, my car broke down. I’m okay thankfully, there was no one else on the road and I was able to pull over. Normally it wouldn’t be a big deal but we have no money to fix it. I don’t know how I’m going to get around anywhere until we can repair it. And I know that that itself isn’t the end of the world but J look at all of my notes from our Am Lit class, they’re destroyed from the rain.”

My voice choked up in my throat again as my eyes darted down to my desk once more. “I have to pass this class and final, I can’t afford to not get into college and this one counts for a lot of the grade. I just don’t know what to do baby I’m so overwhelmed.”

“I’m so sorry princess, we’re going to figure all of this out okay? Look at me, okay?” I pulled away from his arms for a moment to stare up into his sweet blue eyes. They were shining bright still, even though I could see the worry in them as he looked into mine with a sense of calmness that I so gravely needed.

“I know a guy at the shop my dad used to work at, hates my dad but loves me. I gave him some free weed from Ricky’s extra stash once and he loves me to this day.” I giggled a little bit at the proudness in his voice but didn’t say anything further. “So let me give him a call and if we can have him take a look at it, we’ll see what he can do for us and we can go from there. As for your notes, I’m pretty sure Kie was obsessively writing down everything that dude was saying. Why exactly I’ll never know but hey it’s good for you!”

I couldn’t help but chuckle loudly this time, “because some of us want to at least graduate from high school dumbass!” He whipped his head back and said triumphantly, “that I am cupcake, that I am!” Shaking my head giggling I smacked his shoulder lightly, “no you’re not, that’s not true. You just have absolutely no motivation for school.” “Now that’ is correct,” he agreed, nodding his head quickly and holding my face with both hands as he kissed me.

“No more stressing. We’ve got this.” “We’ve got this,” I repeated back to him with a smile. For the first time since he arrived I looked over his shoulder into the hallway. “JJ!” I shouted in horror at the sight of the wet muddy puddles left from his dirty boots that trailed all the way from my room, and down the hallway as far as I could see.

“Sorryyyy I just heard you crying and I ran up here as fast as I could,” he responded sheepishly while shrugging his shoulders. “Oh my god okay let’s get up and clean up this mess,” I laughed, not able to be upset at anything else today. “And then Netflix and nap time?” JJ said with a youthful glee to his voice, my laughter continuing.

“Yes baby, of course.” I smiled at him, shaking my head at the boy who can make me smile when nothing and one else are able to.

“I love you,” “I love you too goofball.” I ruffled his eternally messy blonde mop and we got up to clean the mess.

I got seven different asks about the College AU so here are some headcanons I have about them! (imagine aiura is in the picture I couldn’t find a good one with all of them)

I definitely didn’t mean to make this so long but I can’t help it I love them all so much<3

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Saiki Kusuo

→ marine!!!biology!!!major!!!!!!!!

→ doesn’t need to study but he still does bc he finds marine life so fascinating

→ read all of his textbooks on the first day bc he was so excited eeeek

→ always wears his germanium ring in class so he can stay hashtag focused

→ him and aiura have to bail toritsuka(didn’t go to college) out of jail once a month

→ speaking of aiura, she somehow has convinced him to go on a date on five different occasions

→ i think after high-school he realised he didn’t mind a kind of casual not-relationship with her

→ lets her hug him to greet him and sometimes he hugs back bc college boys stare a lot and he is just worried for her okay?

→ maybe I’m just projecting bc I kin aiura

→ does not go to parties unless he absolutely has to

→ if he does go to a party he’ll drink something quietly in a corner, just watching the crowd

→ a perv laced Teruhashi’s drink and almost lured her up the stairs so of fucking course Kusuo sprinted to help her, holding her on the way home bc men are drawn to her like bees to honey

→ she didn’t let him live it down ever

→ he rented a studio apartment and keeps it super clean, minimum clutter but enough to look lived in

→ cooks amazing food that Nendo smells from upstairs and next thing you know, they’re all bringing chairs to Kusuo’s apartment and have dinner

→ nothing excuses the fact he makes at least eight servings every time–

→ such a dad to everyone honestly

→ usually studies at a library or teleports back home if there’s a big test

→ mrs. saiki was banned from visiting every two days but she still ends up there somehow

→ not that he minds bc he’s the biggest mama’s boy ever

→ probably graduates a year early

→ doesn’t move away even though he got a job at the aquarium at the other side of the city help–

Kaidou Shun

→ fine arts major you can NOT change my mind

→ doesn’t do good in theoretical subjects but mans can draw some good bowls of fruit

→ wears those stained from the paints t-shirts all the time bc ‘no they’re not dirty it’s art!’

→ him and aren have small designated spaces in their apartment so they can focus on their hobbies/studying

→ his corner at the living room has newspapers on the floor to protect it from the splattering paint, some canvases propped up on the wall and a lot of unfinished projects

→ hides all of them when Nendou comes over

→ can not cook or clean to save his life

→ so he calls his mum to help clean up when Aren is at work

→ got over his 8th grader syndrome at some point

→ still wears red bandages bc he’s edgy

→ volunteers at the neighborhood exhibit centre

→ got asked to showcase his own works for a night and hasn’t shut up about it since

→ goes to yumehara for relationship advice and braids her hair as a thank you

→ couples sleepovers with Yumehara and Teruhashi (yes they’re dating shut up)

→ always makes something for Aren at special occasions (birthdays, anniversaries etc)

→ at first he went back home every saturday bc he missed his family :(

→ Aren helps him get over it though!!!!

Nendou Riki

→ got in on a sports scholarship

→ we already know he couldn’t be accepted in a college otherwise

→ in the chiropractic major bc he wants to be one of those athlete doctors

→ has failed way too many exams and classes

→ Hairo helps him so much though!!!

→ the last one in the group to graduate but somehow gets a job first (excluding Saiki)

→ him and hairo get up at 5 am for jogging or to hit the gym

→ and then he goes and gets noodles bc ‘if noodles aren’t for breakfast why do shops open at 6 am?’

→ hasn’t stepped foot in class in months

→ he gets decent grades after failing the first semester and it’s totally not Saiki’s doing

→ he ends up signing up for way too many clubs

→ attends all of the meetings and has so many friends through them

→ I would be his friend too in college honestly

→ a fraternity wanted to get him bc he’s so good at sports

→ he declined bc he does not understand how fraternities even work

→ is the life of EVERY SINGLE PARTY change my mind you can’t

→ whatever you do don’t imagine nendo surprising his boyfriend with flowers after every practice

→ *dies cutely*

Kuboyasu Aren

→ SOCIOLOGY MAJOR

→ idk I just think he would enjoy Marx’s Capital

→ debate club? hell yeah

→ gets in philosophical conversations at the school yard for HOURS

→ kaidou has to drag him away

→ only shops at thrift stores and makes coffee at home bc “capitalism is not accepted in this household”

→ rides his motorcycle to college even though he lives five minutes away

→ grew his hair out in a mullet again and he looks *chef’s kiss*

→ thought he would be moving too fast if he asked Kaidou to rent an apartment together

→ aiura convinced him it was fine

→ cooks kaidou’s favorite foods every day

→ participates in student rallies, human rights protests etc etc

→ comes home with bruises and kaidou thinks he looks so hot but still yells at him

→ Aren’s favorite place to study is his balcony or at a coffee shop

→ always with kaidou! cute boyfriends who do everything together!!

→ gets so drunk when they go out

→ drunk karaoke with kokomi yes yes yes

Hairo Kineshi

→ did someone say Athletic Training?

→ does every single sport and is amazing at it

→ will cheer for his bf if they have a game at the same time though

→ it was his idea to move in together bc ‘hey we’ve been dating for three years now might as well’

→ volunteers at a nearby elementary as a coach for the kids

→ SO GOOD WITH KIDS

→ wants to be a P.E. Teacher and he’s going to be great at it

→ does everything he can at campus

→ helping random clubs, making posters, cleaning up the hallways, helping the cheer squad with their new routine

→ dances ballet as a hobby even though he’s so good at it that he could be a professional

→ makes everything a competition with Nendo so they never get bored

→ once made everyone get up to jog with them and they ended up sleeping on random benches while Hairo and Nendo were halfway across town

→ will punch someone if he sees them catcalling a girl

→ doesn’t drink at all and eats super healthy

→ designated driver for the group’s outings downtown

Aiura Mikoto

→ THEATER MAJOR

→ is so good at stage acting it’s unreal

→ lands the lead role almost every time

→ is also an amazing singer so she gets great roles in musicals as well

→ doesn’t have to get a job bc she gets all her money from doing readings on campus

→ gets coffees and pastries from all the coffee shops around campus and sits Kusuo down so he can taste them

→ they have a little taste-testing date in his apartment until they decide none of them are as good as the ones at Cafe Mami

→ she totally doesn’t make him teleport there every morning and he totally doesn’t listen to her

→ moved in with chiyo bc they wanted a nice place that they couldn’t afford on their own

→ teruhashi told them to move in with her but they already loved their little place

→ aiura’s bedroom is the most comfortable and cozy room ever

→ their apartment is also the hang out spot for the group bc it’s just so homey

→ hangs out with her theatre group a lot, especially after class

→ they can’t compare to her friends though:(

→ everyone goes to her when they’re worried and she loves it bc she’s the mummy of the group

→ she makes everyone coffee and their comfort food before big exams:)

Yumehara Chiyo

→ psychology major one thousand percent

→ you know how they say that people choose psychology bc they don’t know what major they want?

→ that’s exactly what happened except she fell in love with it immediately

→ such a good student!!!

→ always does her assignments on time and still manages to have a social life

→ teruhashi asked her out at the end of their first semester and that’s the first time chiyo missed a deadline

→ practically lives with teruhashi, insisting it’s just to leave aiura alone

→ she’s just IN LOVE OKAY?????

→ would want to be a sorority girl at first

→ changed her mind when she realized how much shit they all talked

→ her and kaidou drink wine and talk about their relationships and studies

→ she’s so sleep deprived it’s unreal

→ she doesn’t need sleep anymore though

→ coffee is her best friend

→ makes asks Aiura for readings twice a week

→ brings all her psychology friends home and they analyze their textbooks

→ once she got the hang of it, she decided to examine Kusuo

→ she told him he needs actual medical evaluation

→ he almost threw her out the window when she offered some Xanax for his nerves

→ chiyo is a neat freak one hundred percent

→ hates when Aiura throws everything on the floor, but she loves cleaning

→ opens her own office after school

Teruhashi Kokomi

→ PRE-MED

→ lesbian doctor :)

→ just wanted to get away from her perv brother at first

→ she always wanted to be a doctor though, preferably a neurosurgeon

→ she’s super duper smart and hates when she gets good grades bc of her good looks:(

→ makes it her goal to show her professors that she’s more than a beautiful girl

→ hasn’t failed a single exam

→ helps everyone with their studies even though she’s drowning in work

→ drops the perfect girl image at college and decides she should try and aim for something normal

→ gets invited to every single party

→ in a knitting club bc it would get disbanded without one more member

→ knits!!!matching!!!sweaters!!!for all of her friends!!!

→ asked Chiyopipi out while drunk

→ never regretted it though

→ her and aren get so drunk when they go out with the group

→ it’s honestly unreal how much they can drink before passing out

→ has to get carried home

→ wakes up after getting drunk and runs to her class before remembering it’s Sunday

→ her penthouse has the perfect view of the sunset and sunrise and is all she could ask for in life

→ does get lonely so she’s practically living with Chiyo and Aiura

→ once she realized she didn’t like boys she made it her goal to get Saiki and Aiura together

→ people wonder how she has so much time to play matchmaker and volunteer while she’s in premed

→ does her internship at a hospital

→ ends up working there as a neurosurgeon after her Doctorate degree

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a luminous love || tom holland x reader

a/n: I feel like I should apologise for the length of this. I was not intending for it to be as long as it’s ended up, but I hope that doesn't put anyone off! there is also a follow up of this planned: the subsequent road-trip. both are definitely stand alone’s but there will be a few casual nods to this fic throughout. i’m thinking of doing a couple shorter blurb style fics as these longer ones take up a bit more time to plan and write. also looking to delve into my angsty side after doing so many slice of life, fluff pieces. let me know what you think, thank you all for reading and being amazing as always! come chat! x  

word count: 2556 warnings: alcohol use summary: its the annual summer BBQ extravaganza at the holland household

The patio doors were wide open, folded in on themselves as shimmering golden sunlight enveloped the kitchen. Sunbeams glinted off the mirrors and glass surfaces, rainbows dancing around the open space. Light music was playing from a portable speaker, the birds chirping along to the soothing tones. You could hear voices all talking over one another, loud laughter and a dog barking. From your position in the hallway you could see people sheltering in the shaded kitchen from the sweltering heat that was London on a glorious summer day. Bodies filtered in and out through the large open space, congregating both inside and out. You felt a gentle squeeze of your hand. Taking your eyes off the crowded room and glancing up, you saw tom had rested his bag in the hallway, and was waiting for you to do the same. “You okay?” he asked, as you stepped out of your trance and copied Tom’s actions, “It’s only the family, you’ve met them before - and a couple family friends...” he trailed off. “Oh.No, I’m excited I promise!” you reassured him. Tom grasped your shoulders, spinning you round slightly so you were standing directly in front of him, your bodies touching. His smile widened, pressing a feather light kiss to the top of your head, “I got you.” You leaned into the kiss, closing your eyes quickly as you soaked up the closeness. You picked up the discarded gift bag, lost in amongst the jumble of things you and Tom had brought in for your quick stay at the Holland household. He entwined your fingers together, rubbing the back of your hand slightly with his thumb before jerking his head questioningly, ready to face the onslaught? you nodded, grinning. Pulling him in close beside you, he stretched his entwined hand across the back of your neck and up over your shoulder casually. “You weren’t having a summer Holland BBQ without your favourite, right?!” he bellows, as you both appear in the kitchen entry way. A myriad of eyes darted over to the pair of you, everything stilling for a millisecond. Even Tessa dropped her ball. Then the place erupted. “Oh honey!” “Ayy, about time guys.” “Favourite? yeah right!” “Only in your dreams you div.” “Oh look who he brought!! Thank god, I needed someone to talk about...” “My favourite non-Holland!” The cacophony of voices echoed around the room, people whooping and hollering before finishing their previous conversations. With another light squeeze, you feel the weight of Tom’s arm disappear from around you. His fingers ghosted across your back before he was hugging his brothers, pulling out high fives and fist bumps. You found yourself immediately enveloped into a perfume filled, soft hug, Nikki running a hand through your hair complimenting the slightly lighter colouring, “- I’m so glad you could both make it! I was worried you’d miss out what with your trip but it looks like we were just in time.” You were heading on a road-trip up to Scotland to visit your family since Tom had some proper free time off work, him wanting to drive and explore some pretty hidden routes with you. You’d decided to stop off for a night at his family’s house before heading off the next again morning. “We wouldn’t miss it! Yearly tradition and all, also it’s just a wee thing but please just accept it no questions.” Nikki pulls a face at the gift bag, “You don’t have to do that, you’re family - no need for gifts!” You can feel yourself falling into a grin at the comment before thanking her for letting you stay the night and for the amazing spread. You hear the pitter patter of tiny feet on the tiled floor, before your four-legged friend jumped up on her hind legs, tail thumping the ground and front legs pawing at yours. “Oh hi baby, hi Tess!” you coo softly, kneeling on one knee to stretch behind her ear and rub her belly as she continued to hop on her back legs, her tongue sticking out to lick your face.   Her ears suddenly pricked at a whistle, and both your heads turned as she noticed Tom - immediately forgetting about you and bounding over to him. He sticks his tongue out at you menacingly. You rolled your eyes, grinning as you stand back up again. Nikki leading you to a group of people gathered around the island, “Anyway! Let’s get you a drink and introduce you to some friends! Tell us how you’ve been, it’s been so long.” //// You were laughing with the twins, watching Paddy show some of his new football tricks. Tessa was trying to get in on the action, pink tongue hanging out as she ran around you all. You’d already been handed plenty of drink, a table set up in the corner of the kitchen with every kind of spirit laid out for guests to help themselves to. Massive beer crates were stacked next to the fridge, clearly on a rotation. You had met and talked with so many family friends already, before the groups dispersed and you were waved over by some familiar faces. The boys were taking up a whole section of the garden with their games. Far away from the BBQ and food, as directed by Dom. “What do you say to a game of beer pong?” Harry asked you, shaking out some of the curls that were beginning to stick to his forehead in the sweltering sunshine, “Bet a tenner I’ll sink you.” You laugh, smirking, “Alright kids, you’re on!” He groaned, “I hate that nickname, you’re older than us by literally two months!” Paddy acts as referee as you and Sam pair up against Harry and Harrison who were already squabbling about each other’s techniques. As you watched your last shot dive into the cup, bopping about slightly, you cheer loudly. The competition, beer drinking and sun already heating up your cheeks, staining them pink. You hug Sam in celebration and made a beeline to Harrison for a commiseration’s handshake-turned-hug, hearing Harry to have it out with his twin next to you.   “Cough up, bro.” You held out your hand upright as Harry begrudgingly slapped the ten pounds into your hand. You all start laughing as Harry downs the last cup, not before sloshing it all down himself. //// You’re lounging in a deckchair, listening to some childhood stories of the boys until you feel a shadow block your sun. “Hey darling, you alright?” He hands you two platefuls of food before pulling up an empty deckchair beside you. “Hey! So good. Warning I’ve definitely had more than my fair share of your gross beer.” You thank him for the food, pressing a soft and quick kiss to his cheek as he chuckled at you. He had already taken to the sun, his face now painted with a sun kissed glow. You take a minute, swallowing slightly as you take him in. The food plates resting on your lap, he lounges back slightly, a bottle of beer in one hand. Tess immediately jumps into his shorts clad lap, his striped linen shirt was unbuttoned and his dog tags shifted as she lay down, panting and eyes softly blinking in the sun, mouth upturned as if she was smiling. “You look good.” You whisper as you pass across his food, trying to avoid Tess’s eager snout as you did so. He quirks an eyebrow, “Oh really?” he laughs, “How many beers have you had exactly?” “Well, I played beer pong with your brothers...” He nods his head in understanding, smirking at the slight wobble in your voice. “Did you win?” “You bet I did!” The hand that was resting on Tess’s back he instead used to high-five you, laughing as he turned his head in search of his brothers. That same hand now resting on your bare thigh comfortably as his leg leant against yours. “Well, if you’ve got another round in you later...we can beat them again?” You agree enthusiastically, knowing that you’d be at a slight disadvantage seeing as the sun and alcohol was already going to your head, but that Tom would carry your team easily. More people gather round the two of you with their plates of food, engaging in conversation about golf, work, filming etc kindly including you in their conversations as you munched on your food, hoping it would soak up a little bit of the alcohol. You soon found yourselves back indoors, stomachs nice and full, as you took a break from the sun. Tom was leaning back into the arm of the sofa, wrapping his arm around your back and resting it on the opposite side of you, pulling you super close. He was talking animatedly to the man on his left, one of Dominic’s friends that you’d been introduced to earlier. You were fiddling with Toms tags, lightly dragging them back and forth on their chain as he conversed about his latest job. “I found it!” Nikki announced as she made her way over to the sofa, everyone shifting up as she squeezed in-between you and Harrison’s girlfriend, who you’d been chatting with on the opposite side of the couch. Tom groaned. “Not another one mum! I’m surprised you still have any left to show at this point.” Nikki ignored his objections before pulling open the photo album, and immediately you were taken in by the cute small toddler in a variety of places around the house; in the bath, under the christmas tree, in his high chair with chocolate birthday cake all round his face, outside in the grass on a blanket - giant smile plastered across his little face. Tom had rested his chin on your head, peeking over you. His cold tags making your back flinch slightly at the change in temperature. you cooed and laughed along with her as she took you through the book, telling you stories about her eldest, mischievous son. You could feel the vibrations against you as he laughed at different pictures, his mum leaning across to ruffle his hair. “You two would have the cutest kids, I’m just saying-“ Nikki blurted out. Tom groaned and immediately pulls himself and you up off the couch, “-I’m just saying! Tom!” “Oh, here we go! Mum you’re cut off,” he says laughing, guiding you back out into the sunshine, and past the BBQ, “Dad, mums at it again.” Dom sighs, then laughs before heading inside, “What has got into her!”   You stifle a giggle, Tom with a hand on either shoulder his body pressed flush against you as he propelled you through the throng of people gathered round a fire pit, and led you back to the beer pong table. “Please ignore everything my mother just said.” You spin around quickly so you’re chest to chest. Bringing a hand up to cup the back of his neck as you pull him down just slightly, whispering in his ear, “Whilst we’re definitely not ready for kids yet, I’m definitely not against some practice in techniques...are you?” He pulls his head back sharply, golden eyes coming to life in the glittering sun. His entire face breaks out into a smile, “You’re such a tease, move it!” 

Spinning you back around, he presses you forward brushing your hair behind your shoulder as he sinks some light kisses into the side of your neck, as you both continue towards the beer pong. You pretend to shove him off, his breath tickling your cheek. 

“PDA! PDA! Ew, get a room guys!” Paddy jokes, cupping his hand around his mouth and announcing to the garden. “What are you, twelve?! That’s it Pads!” Tom suddenly bounds away from you, leading to a chase as Paddy runs nimbly around the garden; dodging people, chairs, cups and plates - Tom hot on his heels. You burst out laughing, shaking your head as Tom lifted Paddy, chucking him over his shoulder. You sat yourself down on the dry grass, waiting for the boys to finish their play fighting. As you do, you feel a soft body lean itself against you, tail hitting off your legs. “Hey baby,” you murmur, clapping and stoking Tess as she lay belly up in the sun, “Whose a clever girl?” //// “Here.” You sit up, having been lying on the grass since the latest beer pong match which led to copious amounts of drinking games. You’d questioned if the world would stop spinning if you lay down, a chorus of laughter coming from the boys and their friends.  Tom passes you a glass of ice-cold water which you gratefully take, before hunkering down next to you himself, sitting with his knees up and his arms clasped around them. You take a couple sips before balancing your cup in the tufts of grass, he opens up one of his arms and you cuddle into him. “Your brothers suck,” you joke, the water chasing away your light headache. He laughs. “Thank you for pushing our trip back to fit this in,” You rest your head on his shoulder and look out at all the people, still having a great time despite the fact the sun was slowly disappearing below the trees. “Tom. Of course, my folks completely understand. I love your family and you don’t always get the time off to see them. What’s one extra day, hm?” He turns his face to look at you and you lift your head off his shoulder. You had a spattering of pink across your cheekbones and nose, your freckles peeking out. Your hair was falling out of its messy half up-do. yes twinkling as you looked up at him through your lashes. His hand brushed against your hair and the side of your face before he tilted your chin upwards and took your mouth in his, brushing his lips against yours. You smiled into the kiss, letting him press soft clusters of kisses on your nose and cheekbones. You laugh and bring him back to the centre. “I love you,” he announced, taking a breath before kissing you again - you unconsciously reached for the back of his neck to pull yourself in closer. “I love you too.” you sigh, shifting yourself to now lie between Toms’ legs. letting him whisper soothing words into your ears, of all the places you were going to visit on your trip.

“Oi lovebirds,” Harry comes bouncing over to the two of you. Tom leaning back on his elbows as you sit comfortably between his legs, him tightening them around you.

“I took these. Thought you might like them. Who’d of thought? You guys actually look really cute.” You hit his arm, as he dramatically yelps and rubs at the attacked area.

He held out the polaroid’s as Tom balanced on one elbow, shifting his weight to the left as he reached out and took the pictures.

“These are actually sick Haz, thanks bro!” He shifts back, sitting up with your back pressed flush to his stomach as he brought his arms round for you both to look at the small collection of photographs Harry had taken throughout the day.

You smile wide at the joy and love plastered on your faces, a tiny miniature you beaming up at your goofy boyfriend squinting in the sunlight. You feel Tom’s arms wrap around you tighter. breathing each other in, you feel him relax behind you, you trace patterns along his sun kissed skin with your fingers as the sun begins to paint the sky in gorgeous oranges and pinks.

It's A Scream, Baby!

Part One

Billy Loomis x Fem! Reader x Stu Macher

TW: None

Key

(F/C)- Favorite Color

(H/L)- Hair Length

(H/C)- Hair Color

(Y/F/N)- Your First Name

(Y/L/N)- Your Last Name

(Y/N)- Your Name

Chapter One

I let out a sigh and dusted my hands off as I carried the last box in from the moving truck. I heard the muffled voice of my mother thanking the movers and I ran my fingers through my hair. A fresh start. Something new. My mother had gotten a job opportunity and moved us from my comfortable hometown to Woodsboro, California. Before my mom told me the name of the town, I had never heard of it. That was to be expected after I found out that it was a fairly quaint town. 

I opened the box and started unloading the things that would be in my bedroom. Some magazines and books, my bedsheets, posters of my favorite bands, etc. Things that made my room uniquely me. The move wasn't as stressful as I thought it would be but I already missed my friends. My friends were people who I'd grown up with. Now the only contact I would have with them is by phone. It's okay. Little contact is better than none. However, there was one thing that had yet to determine if the move was worth it. Will I make any friends? I've always had such a hard time doing it. My old friends were just always there and I didn't really make any new friends. Maybe one here or there but nothing like this. 

I sat on my bed and looked through the box beside me. I pulled out my phone and plugged it into the wall, setting it on my desk. If I get lonely tonight maybe I can call one of them. I tapped my fingers absentmindedly against the phone before snapping out of my thoughts and continuing to unpack. I was tired from the drive to Woodsboro, but wanted to set my room up a little at least. I hung a calendar on my wall beside my desk and looked at the red, circled date. New school. I would be starting school tomorrow. I think the school said someone would help guide me around, right? Fuck I hope so. I know I'll get lost. 

I glanced out the window and saw the sun had almost completely set. It didn't necessarily surprise me, but it didn't ease the nervousness of the fact that school seemed fast approaching. Wish I could have gotten more time to unpack. Then again, the sooner I get this done the less time I'm going to spend worrying about it. It's like ripping a bandaid off. A soft yawn tumbled from my lips as I grabbed my backpack from the corner where I had set it, double checking I had everything I wanted. Folders? Check. Notebooks? Check. Pencils? Check. Once I knew I had everything I'd need, I set the (F/C) bag by my desk. 

I continued to unpack the necessities before feeling my eyes start to become heavy again. A knock from my door woke me up.

"Hey sweetie, how's unpacking going?" My mom questioned. She looked tired from everything and I assumed I did as well.

"It's going fine. I unpacked what I needed. I think I'll just unpack the rest tomorrow. I'm really tired." My mom nodded sympathetically. 

"Well get some good rest for school tomorrow." I nodded in agreement and she gave me a nod before leaving the room. I got up and closed the door behind her, setting the box on my bed on the ground and away so I wouldn't trip over it. I pulled the covers back and dressed in my pajamas before lying down. It didn't take long for me to fall asleep.

I woke up to the annoying buzzing of my alarm clock. I rubbed my eyes and clicked the off switch before sitting up after a second of letting my eyes adjust. Sunshine filtered in gently through the curtains I had put up. I pushed myself out of bed and grabbed a simple yet cute outfit. One that never failed to make me feel confident. The more confident I feel in the simple things, the more confident I'll feel in myself. I walked to the bathroom and took a quick shower before drying off. I dressed in the clothes and hung the towel up before heading downstairs. 

"Good morning." My mom greeted me and I gave her a smile. I was still tired but the shower had managed to wake me up slightly.

"Good morning." She was finishing up a plate of pancakes before setting them on the table.

"I made breakfast." She said cheerfully and I sat down, digging in.

"This is really good. Thanks mom!" It was nice to have a real breakfast. Most of the time breakfast was a granola bar or something similar. Cereal if I was lucky. She smiled and made small talk while I ate. I cleaned up the dishes and headed upstairs to finish getting ready. I styled my (H/L) (H/C) hair and checked over everything, adding a little makeup and grabbing my bookbag. 

"I'm leaving for school!" I called out to my mom.

"Alright, be safe and have a good day!" She yelled back. I left and started walking to the school. It wasn't much of a walk, only about five minutes or so. I looked at the school and the nervousness returned, making me nearly feel nauseous. I gripped my bag and walked into the school. There were already a decent amount of kids, all gathered in their respective groups and chatting while they waited for the bell. I walked into the main office and waited, the receptionist soon looking up and giving me a kind smile.

"H-Hi, I'm (Y/F/N) (Y/L/N). I just transferred here." I mentally cursed myself for stuttering.

"Oh, Ms. (Y/L/N), yes. Here's your schedule." She handed me a piece of paper and I swiftly skimmed the words and times. 

"Sidney, would you please show (Y/N) around?" A brunette girl stood from a chair not too far from me. She had her bag over her shoulder and a textbook or two in her arms. She nodded to the receptionist and then smiled at me. 

"Hi, I'm Sidney Prescott." She introduced herself and I did the same. "Nice to meet you! Guess we should start looking around before the bell rings." She looked at the paper in my hand. "Oh, Mr. James? He's your homeroom teacher. He's pretty nice." She explained and we started to walk around to the classes. I'm really happy she seems so nice. This is already making this whole thing a thousand times easier. The whole tour didn't really take too long and when we got to the final class she smiled. "We have History and English together. We also have the same lunch. If you want you can hang out with my friends and I today." I smiled shyly. 

"O-Oh, thanks! Yeah um...I'll probably sit with you if you don't mind." If she minded she wouldn't have offered. She waved her hand and smiled.

"It's no big deal." She reassured me and I nodded. "We usually sit by the water fountain in the front of the campus. Just meet us there when you want." She smiled and I nodded. Suddenly the bell rang, signaling that we needed to start heading to class. 

"Alright well, I'll see you later." I smiled and she nodded with agreement before we both left to go to our homerooms. As I walked I felt like someone was staring at me. I turned and looked around but nobody stood out. If anyone's looking it's probably because I'm new. Don't really know why anyone would stare otherwise. I made my way to the class and took a seat at an empty desk. It was more secluded but I was happy about it. Just want to sort of fly under the radar until I feel comfortable enough to start making friends.

I was pulled from my thoughts when a noisy boy entered the room with other boys behind him. He was definitely tall and he seemed energetic for it being so early in the morning. He high-fived the boys and I caught something about football being talked about. Figures. I set my bag by my desk and grabbed out a notebook, copying my schedule into it in case I lost mine. The second bell rang and signaled the start of class. I saw someone sitting at the desk next to mine. Why would anyone sit here when there's plenty of open- oh. Him. The same tall boy I had seen earlier had now planted himself at the desk beside me. 

"Hey!" He said in a louder tone than I had expected. I looked at him.

"Hi." My voice was much quieter than his and less energetic. 

"So you're the new girl, huh? Sid kept talking 'bout how someone new was coming to school." I raised my eyebrow a bit. I guess he's friends with Sidney? I nodded in response to his question. "So what's your name, sunshine?" He asked in a playful tone.

"(Y/N)." I said and smiled so he knew I wasn't trying to be rude. My answers sound short even though I don't mean for them to. I'm just awkward. He smiled brightly and nodded. He gives me puppy dog vibes. 

"Well nice to meetcha, (Y/N). I'm Stu."

Till Death do us part - 1

Y/N grew up in a wealthy family, she always was seen as a beautiful and smart kid and was most likely to take her father’s place as the CEO of one of the most important companies in South Korea. However, after the death of her mother, Y/N’s family slowly started to break apart. Her father was always working to forget his uncalled pain while his kids were left alone at home.

She was 17 years old when her life took a sudden turn when she met him in a dark alley. He was a bloody mess, bruises everywhere but behind blood and dirt, she could see his beautiful features and his addictive gaze. Maybe she should have walked away, maybe she shouldn’t have helped him, but the moment his gaze locked with hers, she was already his.

Choi San was his name.

Genre: Mafia AU, angst, fluff, stranger to lovers

Words: 2486

 TW: Y/N is described as an OC. Please be aware that this story will contain a lot of triggering content such as smut, blood, death, murder, drug, kidnapping, etc. Do not read if you are under a legal age!

Chapter 1

 I still wonder what would have happened if I didn’t meet him during this gloomy night? We were young and I was way too brave for my own good. Maybe it was my faith or maybe it was a sheer coincidence but now, I know that I will love him till death do us part.

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 5 years ago.

 "Hey Y/N, wake up sleepyhead! It’s time to go to school and I will surely not wait for the princess to wake up" my brother yelled loudly from the first floor, waking me up in the process.

I groaned and shifted uncomfortably in my bed; it was too much noise at such an early time of the day. My long-browned hair was messy from the last night, as always. I was the type of girl to move a lot during my sleep and my morning head was always a funny one, swollen, with small eyes and with some of my lightly curled hair stuck in my mouth. After five minutes of rethinking my life decisions, I found enough motivation to get out of my bed and walked down the stairs.

"Why the hell did I agree to help other students during holidays, huh?” I asked my brother as I lazily rubbed my tummy.

“Maybe because you are too dumb to say no to your teachers?” he answered, his mouth full of food.

“Do you mind keeping your mouth shut while you are eating? It’s disgusting.” I shook my head disapprovingly.

I headed toward the kitchen to get a cup of fresh milk. Jin, my brother, childishly opened his mouth wide to show me the content of it. I let out a long “Ew!” before smashing his arm playfully.

“No, but seriously Y/N. There’s no use to be brilliant at school if that means you have to help your classmates with their studies during holidays” Jin said after taking a sip of his coffee.

“Yeah, but the teacher who asked me this favor told me that he will write a recommendation for me if I agreed to help him” I answered.

“You don’t even need a recommendation, we’re from a rich family” Jin mumbled to himself but it was loud enough for me to hear it.

 He wasn’t totally wrong and I knew it. We were born with a silver spoon in our mouth. We were “cake eater” as the other kids used to call us when we were younger, we never knew what it felt like to run out of money and everyone at school was jealous of me because of that.

But they didn’t know. No one knew how hard it actually was for me and my brother.

My mother passed away 2 years ago, and since then, my father didn’t stay at home with us longer than a week straight. He was always working, working, and working again, his job had literally become his life. He was one of the richest men in Korea and still, he was always eager for more and worked every day and night for it.

He wasn’t a good father for me and Jin. He never made any compliments to us, all he was able to do was to pressure us to be as perfect as possible or at least perfect enough to not ashamed him and his reputation. Unlike my brother, I wanted to hear my father say that he was proud of me, just for once. That’s why I was trying hard to be the perfect daughter, with good grades, good manners, and good appearance but even if I tried my best, it wasn’t enough for him.

 “Do you know why I’m working so hard, Jin?” I asked him, voice as soft as a whisper, almost not daring to tell the truth.

“Why?” Jin put a hand on the top of mine, a sign of comfort since he already knew my upcoming answer.

“I don’t want to follow his rules forever. I’m still a minor so I had to stick at them but when I’ll turn 20, I will leave this house and will never come back” I sadly stated, “I want to marry a man I’m in love with, I want to do a job I like and most of all, I don’t want our father to commend my life.”

 Jin tightened his grip on my hand. He understood me, he understood me too well. We were indeed rich but we were far from being happy. Jin was 6 years older than me which means he was already an adult. He wanted to leave this house as much as me but couldn’t bring himself to do so and leave me behind.

Unlike me, Jin has never been a good student, he always has been considered a failure to our father, and even if he finally was able to run away from here, he stayed there for me. I was really lucky to have a brother like him and I was well aware of that.

 I took my breakfast and came back to my room to take a quick shower and get ready for this day I knew would be exhausting.

My brother was already waiting in his car. Jin took me to school as often as he could. He was working on a supermarket he owned and even if he was pretty busy, he wanted to spend his mornings with his “sweet baby sister” as he liked to call me.

I am indeed lucky to have a brother like him.

 8 pm, it was already late when I heard the bell ring for the last time today. I was the last one to leave the class as I helped my teacher with the preparation of some material for the next day. It didn’t bother me too much, I wasn’t in a hurry to get home since I knew my dad was finally coming back home from his work.

In all honesty, I didn’t want to see him. I didn’t miss him at all, even after all this time. I wandered here and there even though the street was already pitch black.

 “Oh! It’s been a while since I last went to the haunted alley!” I happily exclaimed to myself.

I knew every nook and cranny of Seoul, I grew up there after all. My favorite place was the haunted alley. As its name suggests and according to some beliefs, that path would be haunted.

It was an old story I heard with my friends when I was less than 10 years old. A grandma from our neighborhood scolded us and told us not to stay there because there was a woman who had been murdered in the walkway and that since then, one could hear her cry every night.

A simple way to scare naïve kids you may think, and you are more than right. However, this story is known by everyone, not just by kids. That’s the reason why I love this place, thanks to all of these rumors, no one uses this path except me. It was like my secret place.

 I walked around the alley with heavy steps, thinking about my father and his upcoming lecture about how to be a good girl. My thoughts were suddenly stopped by the voice of two men who seemed to be fighting each other. I stayed still for a moment, trying to figure out where the noises were coming from.

“You piece of shit! And you claim yourself as the Boss” son?” One voice laughed.

I hid in the dark and saw what could have been mistaken with a scene from a horror movie. Between two old houses, a tall man was beating up a boy who seemed to be around my age.

I felt shivers down my spine but before I could even think straight, my body started to move with its own will.

“Hey! Let him go!” I shouted, my voice betraying me by showing how scared I really was.

 I moved closer to the two men, I could now see them more clearly.

The young boy was sitting on the ground, badly bleeding, whereas the tall man was standing in front of him, blood on his hand and his nose broken.

They were watching me. The silence was heavy, the only thing I could hear was the beating of my racing heart and the shake of my knees that were begging me to run away from this place. The silence was soon replaced by an ominous laugh.

“Wow. What a beauty! Is she your girlfriend? Huh?” The tall man laughed and hit the youngest on his stomach before coming closer to me.

He came closer, until he was in front of me. I had a better view of his poor state. He wasn’t less bleeding than the other man, his blood was actually covering his whole face.

I don’t know what had taken into me at this exact moment, the adrenaline was rushing in my veins and even though my feet were stuck on the ground, unable to move, my hand reached the pepper spray I always carried in my bag. Before the man could react, I used my weapon against him.

When the chemical product had reached his eyes, he screamed and placed his hands on his face, trying desperately to soothe the pain. I took advantage of the situation and kicked him as hard as I could on his crotch before he fell loudly on the ground.

I quickly grabbed the boy by his arm and helped him stand up. He was badly injured but followed me without any complaint.

 I was panting when I reached a lighted street. We stopped there, trying to catch our breath.  I turned around to face the man I was still holding and my breath hitched in my throat, not from the run I previously had but because of how beautiful this man looked.

“Are you okay? What is your name?” I asked him but he simply stayed silent, staring at me with his piercing eyes.

I took a better look at his features, he was really handsome with a well-defined face. He wasn't older than me but he hadn't the body of a teenager either. His broad shoulders and his arms muscles could be seen without any effort from him. His dark hair was harmonizing with the dark of his eyes and his dimples were visible as the border of his lips turned upright in an inviting smirk.

How can someone like him be involved in such a fight?

“The sight is at your taste?” he giggled, his smile spreading wider.

I finally took notice of my staring when I heard him laugh. I must say it was the most beautiful laugh I ever heard, slightly high-pitched but almost bewitching.

“I wasn’t staring!” I shouted from embarrassment. Fortunately, the darkness of the night was covering the redness on my cheeks.

“Sure, you weren’t” He added, amused by my reaction “I’m San. Choi San. I didn’t need your help earlier but thank you, I’m glad you rescued me”

He came closer to me and gave me a sincere smile, showing even more his dimples.

My heart was going crazy in my chest. This boy seemed small earlier compared to the other man but he was way taller than me, maybe 7 inches taller.

“You’re welcome”

I was a bit intimidated by him but I dared not to look away. He had something special, an aura that seemed as dangerous as comforting. His gaze was intense and deep, it was like he was looking through me, memorizing every detail of my face.

He didn’t move and didn’t talk for at least 2 minutes and even if I was feeling uncomfortable, I did my best not to let him know.

“Where is your house?” he finally asked after what felt like an eternity.

He startled me with his sudden question, I didn’t expect him to talk this soon. Why did he want to know where I lived? He probably wanted to walk me home and I would have gladly let this handsome guy walk me home if I hadn’t met him in an odd situation.

‘But he is really handsome…’  I thought, sighing softly, making San arch an eyebrow.

“It’s okay, I live near here, no need to walk me home. You can go ahead…” I said “Go ahead to…the hospital, your house or…go murdering someone…whichever comes first” I added, lowering my voice at the end of my sentence.

His face changed into a surprised expression “I wasn’t going to walk you home, don’t worry”

I sighed in relief even if I felt a bit disappointed, maybe he wasn't that bad after all.

“I want to stalk you” he stared at me with his beautiful smile as if it was the most natural thing to say.

‘What the fuck?’

“Sure, stalking me haha, it was obvious, silly me!” I gently hit my head and laughed awkwardly, taking a step back from him.

He laughed sweetly and took my chin between his thumb and his index to lift my face up. His mouth came closer to my ear and he whispered a small “Just joking” before turning his heels back and leaving me, alone, in the dark street.

  I was finally back home. Fortunately for me, my dad hadn’t noticed me since he was already sleeping on the couch.

I quickly went upstairs to my room and collapsed on my bed, my mind still processing what had happened earlier. It was scary to say the least but fascinating at the same time. I was still confused even after showering. This San had a deep effect on me, not only mentally but physically too.

“Choi San…” I muttered before closing my eyes and drifting into a deep sleep.

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This is my first story, it’s bad but I’ll try to improve myself!

This series will be uploaded slowly since I don't have a lot of time.

Thank you for reading!

Not to spam you but…

Yandere la squada and a darling that’s a little pant-y mess on the occasion that she masturbates and knows a member of the team is home, but upon thinking she’s alone (unaware of her stalker) is masturbating REALLY FUCKING LOUD 🥺 👉👈 sorry if it’s too filthy but this thought will not let me know peace

I do NOT know how to write short pieces; sorry, but that's just not the kind of writer i am. That being said, i had a lot of fun with this, so thanks for the request!

WARNINGS: afab femme reader, Not sfw, dub/con, but reader strongly implied to be okay with everything, voyeurism, sex toys, fingering, blow jobs, intercourse, etc.

Why is it so hard to get some alone time?!...okay, when you’re living with 9 other men, it shouldn’t really come as a surprise to you, but STILL! Well, at least you were able to release some tension, late at night when everyone was too asleep to barge into your room to ask you for something, but you had to stay quiet. God forbid anyone hear the noises you make, so you had to get yourself off quickly and efficiently, without getting to really enjoy yourself. So when this week’s meeting left you free for a day at the base ALONE (even Risotto himself had to be out for a mission, which was rare) you intended to take advantage of it to the fullest.

First: You sang all your favorite songs at the top of your lungs, without fear of anyone hearing you go out of key, or judging you for your taste in music. Then, You took an extra long shower AND bubble bath, effectively using up all the hot water and pampering your skin and hair-which you never had time to when you had to share the bathroom with all the other members. You ate a ton of junk food and ordered delivery all for yourself, and watched all the shows and movies you didn't have the time to before because Formaggio would watch sports games all day.

Finally, you figured now was as good a time as any to....”relax your body”. You were so excited, it had been so long since you’d taken the time to really explore your body while you rubbed one out. You got undresses, rubbing your smooth, moisturized legs together while you turned on one of your favorite pornos on your laptop. You mimicked the motions onscreen, rubbing your neck, your chest, stomach, and finally the lower lips of your pussy. You were already warm and tingling with anticipation, and it didn’t take long for you to get into it. You let yourself moan freely, not saying anything in particular as you clenched around your fingers, lubing yourself up for your toys that were waiting to be used again.

Eventually, the porn ended, but you were just getting started, rocking yourself on your favorite dildo, circling a vibe around your clit and pinching your nipples. It was intense but slow, pleasure raising and declining like gentle hills you rode out. Still, you held off your orgasm for as long as possible, you were having so much fun you didn’t want it to end. You were so invested in the pleasure you were feeling, the rest of the world went away, you didn't even notice the crash of your laptop off the bed.

You were close now, like it or not, so you pushed your body faster and harder than you had in ages, despite the cramps in your wrist and hips. You couldn’t stop your body now, wailing out, tears streaming down your face as you begged yourself for release. Almost there, almost-!!!!

Formaggio: Of course Formaggio was able to finish his hit early- he’s good at his job and doesn’t like carrying things out needlessly! Besides, his favorite team’s playing tonight, he has to hurry home before Prosciutto claims the TV again for an old movie marathon, ughhh. He calls out to you when he arrives home, since he knows you were off this week, but didn’t hear you greet him. You must now have heard him, either, or you wouldn’t be making noises like that. Formaggio cackles to himself-of course you’re getting off, he does the same when he gets the day off too. He likes to do something more exciting than usual though, like leave his door open, or do it in someone else’s room. Yours, for example.

Stifling his own laughter, he uses his stealth skills to sneak into your room. You’re so out of it, you don’t even notice when he opens the door, or your overturned laptop at the foot of your bed. It’s pretty hot, actually, you’re usually more tight-lipped than this, refusing his advances and keeping to yourself when not at work. He likes this side of you a lot more; hair messy, gleaming with sweat, and moaning like a porn star. Yeah baby, let it all out! Formaggio knows he probably shouldn’t, that you’ll kill him afterwards, but Formaggio isn’t exactly a good guy per se so he forces himself on you and grabs the dildo from your hands. You gasp and make an odd, half-choking noise, shocked at Formaggio’s presence and trying to stop moaning in front of him while he fucks you on your toy at double speed.

“Yo, y/n, had a good day today without the guys around? IT’s about to be a lot better, now that I'm here~ why don’t you let me have a turn making you feel good? I’m sure you’re tired from doing this all yourself.” Formaggio teases you, as you struggle to find the words and hide the noises. Finally, you roll your eyes and give up; if Formaggio really wants to help you out so badly, then you’re gonna put him to work. The two of you end up fucking for the rest of the aftenoon and evening, until Proscuitto bangs on your door to keep it down, and even then you have another round or two while giggling.

The two of you are exhausted, but sated, afterwards, and you convince Formaggio to make a run to the fridge to pull out your leftovers, on the condition you share them with him. You spend the rest of the night eating in bed, watching Formaggio’s beloved game on your laptop, and falling asleep. It's an almost perfect end to your day, except for the fact that Formaggio snores louder than a chainsaw.

Illusio: unfortunately, this is not the first time Illusio’s heard (or seen) you masturbate, try as you might to hide it. With a stand like his, you know he not only has the means, but desire to snoop on others. Hell, half the time he doesn’t even mean to spy on others, he just forgets about other’s privacy when he’s in his mirror world. This is, however, the first time you’ve been so vocal, presumably because everyone’s supposed to be out right now. Poor girl, it must be hard to take care of your needs when you’ve got to stare at him all day. He’d be pretty flustered too, with his long chocolate locks and well-toned muscles. Illusio pities you, so he decides he’ll give you the help you clearly need. Jumping from the mirror in the hallway to the one in your bedroom (See? You don’t even cover it up, of course you want him to ravish you!) he watches and listens for a minute at the raunchy display before him. Despite you clearly doing this for quite awhile, judging from the sheen of sweat and heavy breathing, your movements were steady and rhythmic, almost like you’d been edging yourself for a long time. How cute. You must have wanted him to finish the job for you. You’re being very loud however, which Illusio likes, but you’re not saying what he wants to hear. So, he slinks over to you like a ghost, and puts his hand over your mouth to stop you from screaming.

“As much as I love coming home to hear you pleasuring yourself, I think we can do a little better than this. And also-” He kisses the side of your shocked face, “If you’re going to scream something, scream my name.” He picks up where you left off, edging you again and again until you’re so desperate that you beg him to fuck you, and say all the pretty words he wants you to. He fucks you so good you squirt when you come, and makes you come again after he finishes inside of you. It takes you a minute or two to recover, but when you do, and Illusio is bragging about what he did to you, you chase him out of your room with a pillow for being an annoying cocky bastard.

Prosciutto:

Hmmm, well, this is a bit awkward. He knows what the noises mean the minute he first hears them, but isn’t sure how to approach this without embarrassing both of them. If it had been one of the other men, he’d have just slammed their door until they shut up so he didn’t have to listen to their tug session, but Prosciutto prided himself on being a gentleman, and didn’t want to embarrass a lady if he didn’t have to.

He waited about 5 or so minutes, hoping you would wrap up, but when you only got louder and louder he decided enough was enough. After all, god forbid one of the other men hear you-like Illusio or Formaggio. So, steeling himself, he coughed loudly and knocked on your door. You must not have heard him, as your moaning didn’t stop, you were clearly enjoying yourself too much to notice or care about the other men in the base.

Prosciutto huffed, almost offended. Is this what he gets for trying to be polite? Jerking off loudly like a common whore where anyone could walk into you? He tried the doorknob, and was almost disappointed you were careless enough to leave it unlocked. Really, this was all your fault, so when your noises of pleasure turned to shock and embarrassment, he merely chided you for your carelessness, forcing his tongue into your mouth to shut you up while he took over. He took control and instructed you how to properly touch yourself, as well as jerk him off in appreciation for the self-love lesson. He decides to leave it there for the night, as motivation for a reward the next time you’re home alone. So you better work hard on your next missions if you want him to properly fuck you, got it?

Pesci:

Pesci was grateful Prosciutto was willing to finish up the job for him, since it meant he got to go home early. Heck, maybe he could even get a chance to watch one of his documentaries before Formaggio came home and the game started. However, he was growing increasingly concerned about the noises coming from your room. He didn’t want to pry or anything, but you sounded...almost in pain. Sometimes you worked out or did yoga though, and Pesci thought that’s what you were working on, so he decided to leave you be.

However, upon hearing a loud crash, followed by a particularly pained groan, he thought it was best to check in on you. He knocked on your door frantically, but you were unable to answer it. Oh no, maybe you’d hurt yourself so badly you couldn’t even move! Determined to help you, he opened the door, only to see you writhing on the bed, nude and in the midst of an intense self-love session.

Pesci’s mouth opened, and closed, but unlike you, he couldn’t make a sound at the sight before him. It’s true, he harbored a small crush on you, but he had hope he would see you like this under better circumstances. He wasn’t sure what to do, he knew the right thing was to close the door and pretend like this never happened, but you seemed desperately in need of help, not to mention Pesci’s pants were tented with his own sudden but no less intense arousal.

Thinking back to advice Prosciutto had given him about manning up and taking what he wanted from life, he creeps up to your still unaware body, crouching onto your bed with a squeak of the bed springs. This is enough to break you from your trance, and you jolt up, looking at Pesci in shock and embarrassment. Pesci shushes you before you can say a word, pushing a trembling, clammy finger to your lips.

“Please...Let me help you y/n,” He begs you, looking you in the eyes with more courage and bravery than you’d seen from the man since you first met him. Still wet and horny, and body growing tired, you lick his finger, earning an adorable squeak from Pesci; this is going much better than he thought it would. You pull him on top of you, and show him what to do.

What Pesci lacks in experience he makes up for in quick-learning and a massive cock with a short refractory period. You move his hands for him across your body, bringing yourself to climax finally, and return the favor with a blowjob. Pesci doesn’t last long, but he’s hard again very quickly, which you decide to use to your advantage. You ride him again and again, Pesci doing everything you tell him to, and making sure you come as many times as he does. He comes everywhere, inside you and out and on your chest, and makes quite the mess of you.

IT doesn’t stop him from pulling you into a passionate kiss and spooning when you’re both sated, mumbling his thanks and sweet compliments about you. You end up sleeping together that night, and in the morning the men tease him half to death about it, but you can tell Prosciutto's proud of him.

Melone:

Oh, he’s been WAITING for this day since you first joined the team, and now that it’s finally happening he can hardly believe it’s real. First he Manages to reactivate the babyface from today’s mission to grab his camera and record everything. Then, he grabs his chest of toys from his room to help you out. He has a hard time not just jumping in and screwing you into your mattress, but like everything in Melone’s life, he has a plan for this, and he intends to follow through with it. After getting a minute or two of just your moans recorded (just in case his “mission” is unsuccessful, at least he’ll have fap material for later, he decides to make himself known.

“You know, y/n, your arm’s are going to get worn out like that before you’re able to climax if you keep this up.” Melone chided you, sitting on your vanity stool, head in his hands like he wasn’t just watching you touch yourself. You scream, out of shock and anger this time, trying to cover yourself and yell at him to get out. Melone’s incredibly stubborn however, and the tongue of a snake, and is able to persuade you into letting him stay, be it from charm, blackmail, or perhaps tapping into your own dark desires.

He starts by merely watching you, taking pictures with his phone and directing babyface on angles to take video. He instructs you on how to touch yourself, and gives you free range on his collection of toys. It all feels good, and you are able to come, but you’re still unsatisfied, to your disappointment. As if knowing this would be the result all along, Melone plays dumb and makes YOU beg him to touch and fuck you.

Once you finally give in, though, he’s much nicer to you, and to no one’s surprise is an excellent lover. He licks your pussy until you come again, and then finger fucks you once more for good measure, before pulling out his copy of the Kama Sutra. He lets you pick out your favorite positions, as well as a few he thinks will give you the most pleasure, and you tire yourself out.

Ghiaccio:

Ghiacchio does NOT want to deal with your loud noises right now, and he ESPECIALLY doesn’t want to deal with the “problem” it’s caused him personally. He breaks your door down, fully intending to chew you out for being so….”distracting” but ironically enough, Ghiacchio freezes when he sees you. He doesn’t have the most experience with dating, especially not with women (I imagine what limited experience he has was with other passione members *cough* Melone *cough*) so seeing you fully bare in front of him is a lot.

The noises you made haven’t helped either, halfway pained and desperate, it makes Ghiaccio oddly jealous; he wants to be the one that makes you make those noises. So before you can chase him out, or cover yourself, he tackles you on the bed, sloppily kissing and touching you. He’s rough, as you could have probably guessed, but also weirdly shy and gentle? For example, he fingers you so roughly and quickly you cum squirting within minutes, but he’s looking you in the eyes the entire time and gaging your expressions/reactions. He’s got a giant blush on his face, almost like he’s ashamed of doing this, but then bites your shoulder while he spears himself inside of you with a snarl.

Good news: you are no longer the loudest one in the house, Ghiacchio progressively growling then shouting the closer he is to climax. He jackhammers you with incredible speed, and bends your body in half to suit his own purposes. It takes him a couple rounds until he’s fully sated, but then he gets really soft afterwards. He likes to spoon you from behind so you don’t see his face, but he holds you gently, rubbing your shoulders where he nipped you, and soothing your sore muscles.

Risotto:

Let’s be honest: this isn’t his first time hearing you masterbate, he’s heard everyone in the base do it at least once. Hell, he’s even walked in on Melone a dozen times, once with Ghiacchio, so that’s not the issue. What is the issue, however, is that you’re being so loud and obvious he can’t ignore it. Even putting aside his personal feelings for you (which he isn’t necessarily willing to do) it would be bad if you were keeping yourself pent up like this around the others. You could be distracted on missions and hurt yourself or mess up your hit. Or worse- you could go to the others for sexual relief.

Clearly, you needed help, and it was your capo’s responsibility to help you take care of it, and only him. He turns invisible and sneaks into your room, but he needn’t have tried so hard to be stealthy. You were clearly in your own little world, fucking yourself on your fingers, crying out over the wet squelching of your aching pussy. He touches you lightly, so lightly you barely notice, while he’s still invisible. Sure, Risotto’s more than happy to do this, and he doesn’t care if you or the others know about his feelings, but he’s still a little shy, and unsure how you’ll react.

He’s worried for nothing, however, when you unconsciously rock into his touch, palming your breasts and licking the sweat off your brow. You’re confused about the phantom touches lingering on your body and invisible force rubbing your clit, but too aroused to do anything about it. You merely relax your tired body, letting yourself be finger-fucked into climax, crying out in pleasure-pain from the large, rough hands raking orgasm after orgasm out of your body.

After Risotto’s able to finger you enough to (he hopes) sufficiently stretch you out, he repositions your limp body, fluffing pillows under your head and placing you to face his still invisible body. He rubs the head of his cock against your clit and entrance, collecting as much lubrication onto his cock as he can. At the last minute, Risotto turns himself invisible, and watches the look of surprise and embarrassment turn into red hot need as he bottoms out into your aching, tender pussy.

He doesn’t go easy on you, each thrust hitting the deepest parts of you, forcing squeals out of you every time. You wrap your arms around him, trying to take some sort of control of the situation, but Risotto doesn’t give you an inch as he fucks the daylights out of you. Your moans spur him on, having gone from non-specific mewling to begging for Risotto to go deeper, harder, “more, more, more!” Risotto likes this side of you best, completely under his control and telling him exactly what he’s doing to you.

Far too soon, you orgasm again, already sensitive from your previous orgasms. Risotto isn’t done though, and doesn’t finish for several hours. Even when the others go home, and are tempted to say something, they hear who’s name you’re calling, and think twice before interrupting their capo’s “alone time.” Finally, after finishing, You pass out almost immediately, too exhausted to even clean yourself off. So, Risotto takes care of you, cleaning up your mess, putting some comfy pjs on you, and fetching some water and painkillers (just in case).

When he walks out of your room, the Squad is silent, no one daring to say anything (Ghiacchio and Formaggio are physically restraining Melone from talking). Risotto sees no need to say anything to them either, merely gives them all an unreadable look, before smiling to himself and returning to your room. Tomorrow, he’s going to need to rearrange the schedule; you’ll need some time off to recover.

Dream A Little Dream of Me Pt. 2: Norman x Reader

-part 2 requested by anon

-kinda spicy??? because yeah but u can always skip that if u don’t like that stuff

-CHARACTERS AGED UP (so don’t call fbi on me lmaoooo)

MANGA SPOILERS/BRIEF MATURE CONTENT (at end)

WARNINGS: spicy/18+ (near the end, so you can SKIP if you’d like), arguing, death mentions, MANGA SPOILERS, etc.

Summary: It’s time to talk to Norman with Emma and Ray. Only issue is, he's not there yet, and his 'squad' is occupying his office.

PART 1

Time waited for no one. Its hands constantly ticked back and forth, once, twice, until you couldn’t recall how long you’d been staring at the clock. 

The first thing you did this morning was shoot out of bed and gulp down your breakfast. There wasn’t time to idly chat or greet every single one of your family members. You had a job to do, and that was to convince Norman that this 'Seven Walls’ plan was better. 

The office door stood before you like a timed bomb. It towered over you, made you feel small and helpless. What if you were too late? What if there was nothing you could do?  

An uneasy smile twitched on your lips. You had to stay solid for Ray and Emma. They relied on you, and you couldn’t let them down. “Ready?” 

Their eyes were bright with resolve you didn’t seem to have. 

“Yes.”

“’Course!”

Why were you so nervous? Just look at them, they were so confident that Norman would listen. But of course your Norman would listen, right? He wasn’t the type to brush you off or act all high and mighty. He was sweet, considerate, and wonderful. 

You sucked in a sharp breath to steel yourself. “Nor--?”

Three heads turned to stare as you opened the door. One was a woman with curly hair, another a tall guy in a suit, and the last one, a guy in a military vest.

Norman wasn’t at his desk.

The three strangers sat sprawled throughout the room. Two on either couches, and one in the back. Crumbs lay on the coffee table where stray pieces of wrapping fluttered about. A tea cup sat a little ways away from the wrappings, still steaming and piping hot. They had to have been here for quite some time. The lady raised a brow and glanced at the tall guy behind her. “Who are they?”

You and Ray kept straight faces. 

“Nice to meet you,” he said. “I’m Ray.” Emma tried for a wobbly smile. “I’m Emma and this is (Y/n). We come from shelter b-zero-six-three!” You glanced at your companions, then back at the three adults in your path. The lady turned to the guy behind her again and asked another question, but you weren’t listening.

What were they doing here? Most importantly, were they dangerous? Sure, Norman trusted them (they were in his office after all), but was that enough reason for you too? He was revered as a god here, you reminded yourself. It wouldn’t be out of the park if he acted differently around these people. 

“Where is...the ‘Boss’ at the moment?” you respectfully inquired. The guy in the vest adjusted his position on the couch. He swung his feet off the coffee table dramatically and said, “The Boss is out of the office right now. He’s on urgent business.” 

You frowned. That didn’t sound good. “We’ll come back then. Talk can wait.” you decided. “Let’s--”

The vest guy stood up and the lady followed. Your chest tightened as he slowly turned to meet your eye. “No, wait a second.” He placed a hand on Ray’s shoulder and the lady set a hand on either side of you and Emma. They smiled, but it wasn’t a nice smile. “Why don’t you stay for tea?” the lady inquired. They steered you over to the couch and plopped you all together one after the other. 

You didn’t like where this was going. Urgent business? What could be so urgent that Norman would decide to leave so early in the morning? You folded your arms over your chest in thought. 

It's been taking me a little longer than expected to set it in motion. 

Norman mentioned a bit about his plan last night, but not in full detail. You recalled the brief mentions of a poison, as well as the obvious portion of genocide and degeneration of demons. But what else did he say?

I've decided to officially start tomorrow.

Your frown tightened and your fist clenched. Of course he would go out of his way to start the plan as soon as possible. He didn’t need distractions, much less people against his will. You remembered the smile he forced onto his lips. It was wry, and hollow, and fake, and everything that he wasn’t. 

Fortunately, I've always been pretty good at getting what I want.

You wanted to be angry--no, livid--yet the aching in your heart said otherwise. Norman did everything in good faith. All he wanted was to save everyone without spilling a single drop of blood. But did he realise the guilt he’d have to carry once his plan was complete? Did he realise how much blood would stain his hands?

You heaved in a subtle breath to compose yourself. “So,” you began. “What did you wish to speak about?” Vest didn’t seem to welcome your presence. He planted an arm on the coffee table and leaned across with that stare that could burn straight through you. 

The lady, on the other hand, sat at the edge of the couch with that giant piece of meat in her hand. You wondered if that was actually some regular type of meat. It was far too large to be a pig, much less a wild animal.

Was it just you, or were these guys kind of creepy?

“I’m Cislo,” Vest firmly announced. “That’s Barbara. That Egghead over there is Vincent.” The tall guy, or Vincent, poured three cups of tea. He silently made his way over and set them on the table. You politely nodded his way and picked up the cup, taking a good, long sip. 

Until you were sure these people could be trusted, you decided it best to stay quiet.

Cislo leaned farther over the table. You instinctively took another sip of tea. “Emma, Ray, and (Y/n), right? From Grace Field?” Ray was about to answer, but Cislo interrupted. “We’re escapees too y’know!” He hastily jumped up and planted a firm foot on the coffee table. “And for the record, our escape was way better. We kicked that farm’s ass!”

You slowly nodded with false amusement. “Is that so?” Vincent adjusted his glasses almost apologetically. He was the calmest out of all his companions, as well as the most polite. “Right.” He sounded distasteful. “You guys feel the need to childishly compete all the time... Please, accept my humblest apologies.”

Ray rolled his eyes. “Nah, you guys are amazing. Absolutely incredible. Show-stopping. It’s not like we could have done better, bra-vo.” You snickered behind your teacup and fist-bumped under the coffee table. He was trying to make you smile because he knew you were tense. And it worked. 

You took another sip of tea and glanced over the rim. From the corner of your eye, you spotted a mark peeking out at the top of Barbara’s tank top. Norman had the same one right on his chest. These three weren’t normal people, weren’t they? 

“Excuse me,” Emma said with a bright smile, “thank you so much for yesterday!” Oh right, you thought. Vincent was the the guy who treated Cristy and Dominics. “Yes,” you added. “Thank you, Vincent.” He returned Emma’s smile in a calmer manner and nodded. “The boss let me know about that. I wish the best for them.”

Emma’s smile brightened like the sun. “Thanks!” 

The back of your neck tingled uncomfortably. Barbara’s stare was creepy, and it didn’t help that Cislo had joined in. Ray and Emma inched closer to your sides.

“That’s well and all,” Barbara started, “but we’d like to know!” Cislo eagerly nodded. He leaned farther across the table and you inched backward into the couch. “Yeah, how about you tell us? What you wanted to talk about with that guy...” 

You raised a brow. “’That guy’?” 

The air thinned out as quick as one could say ‘Quidditch’. A bashful grin broke out on Barbara’s lips and her face went red as a cherry. “The boss of course!” she cried. “Minerva James!” She said ‘Minerva James’ like he was a god. Cislo mimicked Barbara’s bashful expression. “What did you want to talk about with...Nor--‘Norman’, is what you guys called him?” 

You didn’t have the strength to be question them. 

“Even if you try to hide it, you idiots love the boss.” said Vincent. Barbara rolled her eyes. “Shut up! You love everything he does too!” Vincent turned to you, Ray and Emma. “Because you’re long time friends of the boss, they can’t stop themselves from being nervous.”

Ah, so these three were Norman’s fan club. You scoffed to yourself.  

Cislo rounded on Barbara and Vincent with a newfound energy (seriously, where did that come from?). “I mean, aren’t you curious?” he inquired, clenching a fist in the air all dramatically. “When we came back from morning patrol, they were all making a fuss upstairs. Yesterday, the boss was a totally different person!” He clasped the sides of his head with a shout. “I thought, ‘what’s up with that’! I got super curious, and turns out, you guys are super good friends!”

Cislo stamped a foot down on the coffee table again. “What kinda guy is this ‘Norman’?” Barbara mimicked his elated expression. “Yeah, tell us!”

You glanced at Emma and she smiled as amiably as always. “Well, he hasn’t changed that much since back then.” She elbowed you. “Tell them!” You knitted your brows in confusion. “Tell them what?” She giggled and Ray playfully smirked. “That you’re his girlfriend.” 

“GIRLFRIEND?!” Cislo and Barbara screeched. 

You sent Ray a subtle glare, to which he smugly shrugged off. It was clear that he purposely said that to get a kick out of Barbara and Cislo. What a total--

“So you’re his girlfriend?” Vincent questioned, casually pushing his glasses up. “I didn’t think the boss would be ‘that type’.” You raised a brow. “What do you mean by that?” Vincent smiled and it was almost playful. 

“Well?” Barbara expectantly inquired, resting her chin in her palms. “What’s he like? As a boyfriend I mean?” 

You thought for a moment. Norman was kind, sweet, and gentle. He knew how to cheer you up when you were down, and he was a great cook. Sometimes, he thought too much about the little things, or became secretive and changed the subject. Sure it could be troublesome to bother with that, but it was just who he was. 

And you loved him for him.

“Norman is so soft and kind,” you began, “he’s smart too and smiles so sweetly. I’ve never met anyone else like him in my life.” A fond sigh left your lips that hung in the air. Just by looking at you, everyone could tell how unconditionally your love was. You were more than just his girlfriend, you were two halves of a whole. 

“He smiles sweetly?” Barbara echoed. Cislo blinked in disbelief. “‘Soft’?” They glanced at each other before bursting into a fit of laughter. You knitted your brows together questioningly. “Is he that different?”

“Stiff.” said Barbara.

“Cold.” answered Vincent.

“An emperor.” added Cislo.

That wasn’t a surprise to you, but for your siblings, it was earth-shattering. Ray spat out his tea and Emma let out a ‘WHAAAAAT’ that could have reached the heavens. Then Ray chuckled, and that turned into a stifled snicker. 

“So he’s stiff and cold?” you muttered, placing a hand to your chin in thought. Barbara nodded. “Yeah, kind of like how you were before we started talking about the Boss.” 

You almost chocked. Was it plausible that Norman took after your rock-solid façade while running this revolution? Logically speaking, it was normal, smart even, to make yourself known as an unshakable being. That was why you walked into this room full of strangers as quietly as you could. It gave you time to observe and figure out the little details in untested waters. 

And because you stayed headstrong and cool, others followed your example. 

Sometime in the conversation, Ray shared embarrassing stories about Norman with the occasional pitch from you or Emma. Seeing Ray and Emma smile over the old memories made you relax just a bit. It was refreshing to think about something other than fifty ways to save the world. The trivial, the peace, the mundane. Yes, you missed that.

A smile etched itself onto Barbara’s lips. “So even a long time ago, the boss was cool.” she noted. “Thanks, it was nice to hear so much about him.” You almost smiled at her. She and Cislo were nice to be around when they weren’t all up in your personal space. 

“He’s a good man.” Vincent stated. “He cares for his companions.” A grin broke out onto Cislo’s lips. “Not with a sweet smile or softly though. For the sake of all of us, he works without sparing any time to sleep. He saved us and made use of this ‘power’ we all have.” 

You carefully watched the way he and his companions shifted. As Cislo explained his time in Lambda, silence fell upon everyone’s shoulders. Lambda was far worse than any hell. Mass production was commonly practiced, and it worked to the benefit of the demons and doctors who worked there. Experimentation day by day. New medicine. New pills and syringes.

The very thought of that place made your skin crawl.

“He was a twleve-year-old brat,” Cislo stated. “But it was like I saw a god.” 

There was that word again. 

“The boss constructed a plan,” he added. “And the four of us, including Zazie, executed it. Until now, all five of us have been destroying and freeing the farms. It’s like I told you! We’re amazing.” His eyes carried a dark glint you didn’t like. “You don’t have to worry.” 

Oh, but you did worry. Not just for Norman, but the world he wanted to make reality. That look Cislo shared with his companions didn’t help. It was bloodthirsty. It was dark and filled with a deep hatred that sent shivers down your spine. They wanted this revolution, this chance for revenge, and they wanted it now.

“With the boss’s perfect plan and our power, victory will definitely be ours.” Cislo stared off into a horizon you didn’t care to see. “I can’t wait to kill every last one of them.” He broadly grinned. “Every time I kill a demon, I get this real nice feeling in my chest.” Barbara stared at the bare bone in her hand. “Me too. Whenever I eat meat from demons we kicked, this nauseous feeling just goes away.”

You stared at the bone with wide eyes. That wasn’t a ridiculously large leg without a reason. Demon meat. It was demon meat.

Ray followed your gaze uneasily. “Uh...then that meat you just had was demon meat?”

“You must be surprised!” she exclaimed. “I wonder if it was an employee from that mass-production farm we slammed the other day. It makes me sick, us being cattle to them. Even now, I still can’t forget.” She gripped the bone so tighty that her knuckles turned white. “Their eyes...that pain...that agony every. Single. Day.” 

She stood straight and bared her teeth. “Everyone here has the same enemy, but just killing them isn’t enough for me. I’ll slaughter them all and the Ratri clan!”

Emma pursed her lips together with wide eyes. Everyone in the room could see the blatant fear etched in her bright eyes. She worried, not just about the chaotic way Barbara pranced around with the bone, but for what was yet to come. If everyone else in the hideout were like Barbara, then would any of you stand a chance with fixing Norman’s estranged plan? 

The woman’s gaze sharply flickered from yours to Emma’s. “What’s with that face?” she demanded. “Are you sympathising with the demons Emma? Aren’t you happy?” 

Barbara leapt on the table. Her heel dug into the wood with an inhuman amount of strength. “I find it hard to believe that you wouldn’t want to kill the demons. You’re cattle. They don’t care about you!” 

She ripped her gaze from Emma’s and met your own. You kept a straight face and stared right back with stone-cold eyes. “Oh, and that ‘talk’ you wanted with the boss.... I bet you were going to spew something like ‘change the plan’, weren’t you? How dare you betray us like that? If you think you’ll change his mind just because you’re his--!”

“Barbara!” called Cislo. “Stop it, you’re breaking the table.”

“--I don’t care who you are. Demons should be exterminated! Every single one of them until we’re the only ones left!”

“Barbara!” Cislo’s eyes were cold and dark. “Stop it.” His goal wasn’t to save anyone from unnecessary conflict, only to protect the poor table under Barbara’s boot. You eyed the table uneasily. Chestnut wood splintered and peeled against itself, burying the thick demon bone in broken chips. When Barbara begrudgingly stepped off the table, a clear dent sat where her boot had been. The poor table was helpless.

Just like you. 

Would convincing Norman be enough? If his followers didn’t see eye to eye with your ideals, then a new plan risked ripping the whole resistance apart. 

You steadily rose from the couch and smoothed down your skirt. “Thank you for the tea and the pleasant conversation.” Your voice was silky smooth. “I think it’s time we got off your backs.” You turned to leave.

“If you’re still thinking about changing the Boss’s plan, then I believe it’s time to reconsider.” Vincent announced. “You can’t stop it, it’s too late for that.” 

You paused in your step and glanced over your shoulder. For a moment, you were unrecognizable. You weren’t (Y/n) anymore, or that Grace Field kid from bunker B-zero-six-three. You were another player, another great mind in this sick game of chess. 

“Is that so?” you coolly inquired. “Well it so happens that working until the very last minute is a special skill of mine. The ‘Boss’ decided to hasten this ‘perfect’ plan, yes? Where is he?” 

The way you looked at everyone rubbed Vincent in the wrong way. It was like you were on a completely different level, cattle or not. You didn’t care what position you stood in because you would get it done, and for that reason, you were on a pedestal higher than Vincent and the rest. 

“The Boss went to meet them,” he slowly replied, “the demons.” 

You nodded in thanks. He knew that look, the one where your eyes glinted and shone with a quiet roar. There was only one other person whom you shared that look with, one other man who had those same, calculating eyes.

Yes, Vincent thought. You had the same eyes as the Boss.

-----

You hated waiting. After being on the run or constantly fighting to walk step after step, it didn’t feel natural to stand around and wait the day away for Norman to arrive. And so you sat in the hospital wing with Ray and Emma, staring at the sleeping face of Christy, who had yet to wake up.

Waiting was excruciating.

“Are you okay (Y/n)?” 

You met Emma’s worried eyes. They watered with unshed tears, as if she already knew the answer even if you wouldn’t acknowledge it yourself. You forced a comforting smile to your lips and gently squeezed her hand. You had to be strong. “Don’t worry,” you said, “everything is perfectly fine.” 

Ray snorted to himself. “You’re a really bad liar.” You shifted in your chair uncomfortably and slowly met his eyes. “No I’m not.” Ray huffed. “If you’re a good liar, then why did you act so cold around Vincent and the others? You only do that if you think it’s necessary, like the time we first met Yuugo.”

You shrugged absentmindedly. “Sometimes, it’s to let people know I mean business. The way Barbara talked to Emma wasn’t okay, but if I started an argument it would’ve made things worse.” Emma knitted her brows together. “So you acted distant instead?”

“Precisely.” 

Ray huffed again, this time more dramatically than the last. He was about to say something else, but a voice cut through the air. Norman was back. Norman was back.

In no time, you three caught up to him in his office. 

“Sorry for bothering you as soon as you got back.” you half-heartedly muttered. Ray sent you a curious glance you shrugged off. Norman kept his gaze to the window behind his desk and removed his heavy cloak. You watched the way he shifted from foot to foot. There was a sluggishness in his step so subtle that if you blinked a second too soon, you wouldn’t have seen it.

“You wanted to talk?” Norman inquired, keeping his back to the window. Emma made her way over to the couch with a nod. “Yeah, about a lot of things.” You and Ray followed, settling side-by-side. A ‘lot of things’ had to be the biggest understatement you’d ever heard. There were a few points in your new plan that needed to be addressed, and you were sure a five-minute talk wouldn’t suffice.

Ray folded his hands together. “But before that (Y/n) and I would like to know...” He sharply stared at Norman’s back. “What kind of plan do you have to ‘exterminate the demons without losing a single person’? Is it a civil war?” 

Norman whipped around and snapped his fingers. “That’s right!” he exclaimed. “You both always catch on so quickly.” The way he smiled in congratulation reminded you of your time at the House.

You were eleven again. Grace Field’s forest surrounded you on all sides, and Norman and Ray stood only a little ways away from you. They were arguing about something you couldn’t quite hear, and that was because you weren’t meant to hear it in the first place. Ray had yanked Norman by the collar so harshly that he stood on his tippy toes.

You didn’t understand why Ray had been so angry. Norman was just trying to figure out the best path to safety. It was for the future of not just you, Ray, and Emma, but for your family. All of them. 

Everything suddenly clicked. Ray had been angry at Norman because he had done something stupid just like now. Sure, it was smart, but was it worth the risk? Was it worth all the trouble to reach the goal he wanted?

Norman’s lips moved, but you couldn’t hear him. 

Objectively speaking, his plan was genius. A civil war utilising the demon clan Giran? There wasn’t a flaw in sight. No rips to break and no disruption between each consecutive step. The Giran clan didn’t care for humans, and the humans didn’t care for the Giran. It was an equivalent exchange. 

According to an old book you read, ‘humankind cannot gain anything without giving something in return. To obtain, something of equal value had to be lost’.

In this case, that toll was the Giran clan. They would face their demise as soon as they clashed heads with the Regent Homes, leaving Norman and his team time to poison the helpless citizens of the Neverland.

But that wouldn’t work, not when demons like Mujika and Sonju existed.

“Norman,” you said. “Do you know about the demons who don’t regenerate despite not eating human flesh? If your plan succeeds, then you’ll have to find a way to deal with them.” Ray nodded in agreement. “Yeah, if there are a lot of demons out there who don’t need to eat humans, your plan will fail from the onset.”

The room went unbearably quiet. 

Norman placed a hand over his face in thought, and it was then that you realised just how desperate he was. “How...how do you guys know about that?” You frowned. That wasn’t an answer you expected. “Why do you say that?”

Norman began by explaining the differences in demon social statuses, then the whole ‘hunt’ for this ‘Evil Blood Maiden’, or Mujika. “They don’t know how we’ll revolt,” Norman thoughtfully said. “And it would be trouble for them if we got caught by the Ratri clan since you know their whereabouts.” 

He paused. 

“We need to track down and kill them.”

Your heart stopped. Kill Mujika and Sonju? You couldn’t do that. They saved your family when you all could have been left for the wild demons to eat you alive. They taught you all how to survive and thrive when you were all alone.

“Wait!” cried Emma. “Sonju and Mujika are our friends! They’re fine--they're our saviours--our friends! If we used their blood, then we wouldn’t have to worry about...about...” You placed a gentle hand on her shoulder and turned to Norman. His eyes danced with a dangerous light. 

“I agree with Emma. Not just because they haven’t done anything wrong, but because they could be the solution.” You wrung your hands together. “Your plan is perfect, I admit. It doesn’t have a single flaw, but it’s not...right. We’ve thought of something that could work, something that doesn’t involve killing everyone.”

That look in Norman’s eye intensified. It held a quiet flame, yet burned brighter than any fire could. “Who’s to say what’s right and wrong?” he slowly inquired. “(Y/n), you know full well that this world isn’t as simple or kind as any of us hoped it to be. They’re demons, right?”

You saw Cislo and Vincent and Barbara in his eyes. They all had that same look, that same hatred for their hunters. But if only they saw what you saw. If only they hadn’t been to Lambda and met Mujika and Sonju instead.

“Don’t you think we should close our mouths and watch them go extinct?” Norman grimly added. “Do you think you can forgive them for what they’ve done?”

No, you couldn’t forgive them. Not after seeing Conny’s body in the back of the truck. Not after what happened to Yuugo and Lucas and all your other friends. The demons made you and your family suffer. 

Your throat constricted. 

You almost died by their hand more times than you could count too! But how could you blame them? How could you hate them all from the bottom of your heart when you saw the vast majority for what they really were?

Your fist clenched.

Demons had families too. Just like you. They struggled to survive. Just like you. They did nearly anything to make sure their kind lived to see another sunrise. Just like you. Most demons ate to live. Just like you. 

You shot out of your seat and threw a hand out. “You can’t kill a whole race!” 

Norman’s eyes widened. It was rare for you to lose your cool, much less, shout during a conversation. This time, you couldn’t do that, not when Emma’s eyes were sad and glossy, and not when Ray relied on you to make the right decision. 

You paused and thickly swallowed, gingerly fiddling with the hem of your skirt.

“You can’t just...you can’t just kill a whole race.” you echoed. “That’s genocide. Will you be able to sleep knowing that your hands will be stained with the blood of thousands? Millions?! History always repeats itself no matter where you go or what world you escape to! Why do we have to take vengeance when we could be the bigger people? Genocide won’t bring back the dead and it won’t solve anything either!”

“(Y/n),” Norman muttered, intertwined his hands with yours. “Has this been on your chest the whole time?” You nodded and he looked at you like you were far away. “Even if we do give the demons their blood, what guarantee will we have that they won’t come eat us anyway? The king and nobility have been doing this for the past seven hundred years, the same goes for Giran.” 

He released your hands and averted his gaze to the splintered coffee table. “If you were told not to eat (f/f), would you say, ‘understandable, have a great day’? You might have that self-control, but the demons don’t because they can’t sympathise with us. We are the prey, and they are the hunters.”

You heaved in a deep breath to steel yourself. “Then let’s run away, all of us beyond the Seven Walls to reforge the Promise!” Norman’s jaw went slack and he stared at you, baffled to silence. “Even though we don’t know what the human world has to offer? We don’t know if they’ll accept us or if we’ll have safe entry. How can you bet everyone’s fate on that?” 

Norman eyed the way you tightly gripped the hem of your skirt. He sucked in a sharp breath, as if what he was about to say would be the hardest thing he’s ever. “(Y/n),” he softly said. “You have to think realistically. Genocide or not, the world doesn’t care about what’s right or wrong. You, more than anyone, should know that.”

He was right again. You knew how cruel the world was because you were able to keep needless emotions from rushing to your head. You were cynical. You were tough. But that was only because you needed to be for your family. They looked up to your strength and your decisive decisions that always led them to victory. 

“If we don’t wipe out the demons,” Norman stated, “there won’t be a future where our family can smile.”

You firmly shook your head. “No, that’s no true. Ray said the same thing when we were at Grace Field, didn’t he? He thought only you, Emma, and I would be able to escape, but in the end, we took all the older kids with us. We survived this long, not because we cared about probabilities, but because we saw the path before us!” You needed him to understand--no, you were begging him to.  “It’s there, so why can’t you...why can’t you see what I’m seeing?”

Norman silently stood. His gaze left your own as he placed a hand to his chin in thought. “I don’t see any hope in this plan,” he honestly stated, “but for the sake of this argument, let’s concede and say that we can cross over to the human world and so on.” 

You heaved out a relieved sigh. At least he was considering. 

“Even then, the part about the Seven Walls is unclear.” He continued to explain a few different points, some you could dispute and others you had no answer to. But by the end of it, you were feeling great. There was hope.

“We’ve already found a way to reach the Seven Walls a year and a half ago.” you matter-of-factly said. “We have everything we need, and when the conditions are met, we can go at anytime.” Norman’s jaw dropped. “You--you found it?”

You nodded. “Yes. But like you said, there are a lot of uncertainties, so if you still need more constants before stopping the plan, then I’ll go and figure out the rest.” Norman’s eyes widened. “Wait, what?”

You intertwined your hands with his and gave them a good squeeze. “If I come back and reforge the Promise, then you will have no choice but to stop the extermination of all demons.” He knitted his brows together in alarm. “Wait a minute.... What is this about ‘if’ you come back?”

“Regarding the risks,” Ray noted, “right now, we’re only aware of two things. We know how to get in, but not how to get out. It appears that most who went there never returned so--”

“WHAT?!” Norman cried, staring between you, Emma, and Ray. “What kind of crazy--that’s too dangerous!” You gently patted his cheek. “Well, if I don’t go, then you’ll have to carry a burden too big for your weak shoulders, right?” You giggled and it was like music to his ears. “We talked about this yesterday, and we’re all ready to go.” 

Norman gave your hands a shake. “How does that make it okay?!” You offered a comforting smile. “If the first Ratri did it, then so can we. Even though we don’t know it now, we’ll find it. We want to stop this extermination, right?”

Emma and Ray nodded. 

“So let us carry a bit of your burden.” A brief frown settled on your lips that didn’t slip past Norman’s line of view. “I told you this once and I’ll say it again: You don’t have to be a god and you don’t have to do everything on your own either. We’re here, right? So rely on us.” 

You wrapped your arms around his middle and pulled him close. “And for the record,” you whispered, “I know you’re hiding something.” Your breath fanned across his neck and he shivered. “You’re such a naughty boy, you know that?”  You pulled away. 

Norman’s wide eyes narrowed deviously as a soft smile rose on his lips. He made his way over to Emma and Ray, patting their shoulders amiably. “Be careful. I can count on you all to take care of each other, right?”

“Of course.” said Ray. 

“No duh, Norman.” Emma added.

“What she said.” you pitched in. 

Norman’s smile warmed as he led Emma and Ray towards the door. “That’s great to hear,” he said. “I promise to bring (Y/n) back before dinner.” Ray’s brows shot up. He let out a small ‘oooo’ and steered Emma out of the office at the speed of light. “We’ll stay out of your way then.” 

The door creaked close and the lock clicked in place. Norman slowly turned to meet your eye. “What was that you said earlier?” he lowly inquired, loosening his tie. “About me being a ‘naughty boy’?” It was hard to fight the heat spreading throughout your body when he looked at you like that. Like you were a glass of water to quench his thirst. Butterflies rose in your stomach and your breath caught in your throat. 

He was so alluring, so freaking hot that it made you freeze in place. Norman’s lips twitched up into a sly smirk, and it was then that you realised he was enjoying this.

Norman liked the way you got all flustered. He liked the way your cheeks flared up with red. And he loved the way you struggled to keep a straight face. There was mischievous glint reflecting in his eyes as he placed his tie on the couch and strode right over to you. 

Gosh, you wanted--no--needed him. Now.

You were practically panting for air and Norman hadn’t even laid a finger on you. He set your heart ablaze with a single glance and knew how to make you feel all lightheaded in the best way possible.

You paused in your step and your back hit the wall. Gosh dang it, why did you fall for that again? 

"You can't think straight." Norman noted, caressing your cheek. "But that's okay. You're always in good hands." Your breath hitched and Norman chuckled. It was low, it was attractive, it was hot. How could a cutie like him act like this when you were alone? Not even you could have expected this type of unexpected, not that it mattered though. After all, Norman knew how to treat you right.

“You’re so adorable.” he said, resting a cool hand on your thigh. “I wonder what will happen if I...?” You shivered under his light touch. How dare he act so cool. How dare he make you gasp and lean further back into the wall. His touch made your cheeks burn and your lower regions go warm. He gave your thigh a squeeze just to watch you gasp again. 

"N-Norman..." you moaned.

He smiled.

"You like that, don't you." His breath fanned across your cheeks. "You won't be able to stay quiet for long. I'll make sure of it." He leaned into you and your lips connected. The kiss was sweet and warm, but far from innocent. The bastard knew exactly how to make your knees buckle and your breath hitch. Somehow, it made you want more of him.

He bit at your lip and you yanked him closer. Kissed him harder.

Norman found himself snaking a hand under your shirt. He trailed over your sides with a gentle touch that made your back arch and your insides tingle. You liked it--no, you loved it. To have his hands on you and his body practically glued to you...

What more could you ask for?

Norman placed a hand on the top of your collar. "May I?" You nodded and he skillfully unbuttoned your shirt. As he pulled it over your shoulders, you squeezed your thighs together. You were wet. That much you just knew.

"Am I that irresistible?" Norman inquired. He didn't let you respond. Instead, he undid the clasp on your bra and gave your breasts a good flick. Norman watched the way you breathily inhaled.

You were so, so beautiful. An absolute masterpiece.

He experimentally fondled your breasts, squeezing and groping. If it could get any hotter in here, then you were sure it would've been a hundred degrees.

He didn't seem to mind though. Instead, he sucked in a short breath with a satisfied smile, as if your moans were the only thing he wanted to hear.

Norman's lips slammed into yours. He licked your bottom lip and you moaned. Moaned. Norman's cheeks reddened. He suddenly realised just how far he had gone. In the heat of the moment, none of you were able to register the fact that you were half-naked, or that Norman was dominant as fuck.

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"You have such a gorgeous voice,” Norman slyly said. "Can you do that again?"

PART THREE

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