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wynnyfryd · 6 months

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Trailer park Steve AU part 18

part 1 | part 17 | ao3

“I’m sorry I’m sorry don’t hate me I’m sorry, did it work? Don’t hate me. Did it work?”

“Dustin,” Steve barks. Dustin looks up, eyes bright; he's hugging Steve so hard it’s like he’s trying to fuse his face to Steve’s rib cage through his shirt. Steve scruffs him on the top of the head, rubbing his knuckles over his dumb baseball cap in a way he hopes is reassuring, and wheezes, “Can’t breathe, bud.”

The kid takes a hesitant step back, fists still balled in the fabric of Steve’s shirt like he might run away. Mike’s cowering behind him, hunched in on himself and nervously eyeing up the nail bat.

“So you’re... not mad?” Dustin asks.

“Oh, I’m fucking pissed,” Steve smiles sarcastically. “Hope you used that Butterscotch wisely, dude, because it’s the only one you’re getting for the rest of the year. Also, you can kiss your full candy bar trick-or-treating plans goodbye.”

“What? No!” Mike starts to whine, but immediately shuts his mouth when Steve glares at him. Then Eddie swoops in behind them, clapping a hand on both kids’ shoulders and nearly startling Mike out of his skin.

“And, uh, for obvious reasons,” he says in an acidic sing-song, “you’re both banned from Hellfire for the next month.”

“WHAT?”

Oh, this guy’s good.

“Eddie, what the fuck?!” Mike pleads. “We’re just about to get to the manor’s secret passage!”

“Yes, and what a shame that your paladin triggered a hidden trap and got stuck in a faulty portal for the next four sessions.”

“Oh, my god! This is— this is—!”

“Payback?” Eddie sneers.

Dustin’s eyes are darting rapid fire between the two of them, and he elbows Mike in the ribs and hisses, “Dude, shut up before he kills us both for good!”

“Oh, my god,” Mike says again, face twisting through all five stages of grief.

“Oh, also,” Steve adds for his own amusement as he heads toward the stairs, “you two can clean all this camping shit up.”

—

“You play a good game of Punish the Pipsqueaks,” Steve grins, walking side by side with Eddie. "That D&D ban? Ouch. Keep that up and the moms will start recruiting you for babysitting duty."

“Oh, boy!” Eddie smirks. “My dream finally realized.”

They get back to their cars, and Steve shivers a little, the cold finally getting to him now that he doesn’t have the fight or flight to keep him warm. He unlocks the bimmer and slides into the front seat; cranks up the heat, his hands impatiently hovering in front of the vents.

Eddie catches the car door. “You’re really not going to punish them more?" he asks, leaning in, head cocked to the side. "I mean, no trick-or-treating sucks and all, but. Seems a little lenient, doesn’t it?”

“Yeah, it does,” Steve agrees with a short laugh, “but see, the thing is, those two dumbasses are assuming that revenge is a dish best served cold, when actually?" He points at the house. "It’s a dish best served by Claudia Henderson.”

Eddie’s brows lift in question.

“I’m gonna call her tomorrow morning and say I caught them smoking at the bus stop.”

“Jesus!" Eddie laughs. "That’s diabolical.”

“And then I’m gonna suggest they do community service at the retirement home on Halloween instead of trick-or-treating, because Dustin’s weirdly afraid of old people.”

Eddie's laugh turns to a cackle, all his teeth on display, and the car bounces on its wheels as he leans his weight against the door. “Oh, man," he exhales, wiping the corners of his eyes. "Remind me not to get on your bad side.”

“Pretty sure we’ve only ever been on each other’s bad sides.” Steve’s joking, but Eddie’s smile slips a little, and Steve wants to take it back. Pluck the words from the fog of chilled breath hanging between them; tell him that they're not anymore, that they don't have to be again.

But then Eddie catches the bass line coming from Steve’s speakers and the grin comes back full force.

“Hold the fuck on," he beams, nodding his head to the beat and hum-mumbling the melody as the words come back to him.

Following the footsteps of a red dawn dance, we are entranced.

“Spellbound,” he sings, shaking his head in delighted disbelief. “I’m sorry, does Steve Harrington have a Siouxsie tape in his car?”

Steve’s face goes red. Fucking Robin. “If you’re about to talk shit about the music, I— I mean, I’m just the chauffeur, man, I don’t—”

“Relax. It’s not that, I just…” He raps his knuckles against the roof. Gives Steve a once over; smiles softly at whatever he sees.

“What?” Steve asks. Kinda likes how he has to crane his neck to look up at him.

“Nothing," Eddie murmurs, low and deep. "You’re just full of surprises, aren't you?"

Steve shivers again.

It seems to snap Eddie out of... whatever that was. “My bad, man,” he says, his voice back to normal volume. He apologizes for letting in the cold air and slips Steve’s jacket off, handing it back to him and shutting the door with a soft click, then he throws out a parting salute and skips off to his van.

Steve just sits there for a moment, feeling syrupy and dumb. Like there's whiskey in his chest, a full flask of it sloshing around behind his ribs.

His jacket smells like Eddie. Siouxsie croons in his good ear.

Spellbound, spellbound, oh-oh-oh.

"Jesus Christ," he mutters as he cuts the music off. He drives home in silence, the song still ringing in his ears.

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part 19

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#trailer park steve au #steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #steddie fic #st fic #my writing #my fic #robin WILL make a sonic witch girly out of steve

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bibblelevi · 2 years

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you’d think there’d be more kitty reader and bf levi… hmm… anyways, it’s nothing original, but the general thought of levi taking in a kittygirl when he wasn’t planning on it. he’s a grumpy man living by himself and according to him it’s just temporary, but he gets attached to the precious kitty that’s curled up on his bed. even if she steals his clothes and hogs the blankets. -mystic/m

Warnings for hybrids and pet play but no explicit sexual content

M I MISSED YOU. GOD EVERYTHING YOU JUST SAID. I’m so here for the Kitty Gf Domestic Daydream with boyfriend Levi.

Levi does it for Hange, who decides to cash in on a favor he regretfully owes them.

You’re a quiet little thing, your shyness being the leading factor as to why Hange chose Levi to foster you—you wouldn’t bother him, or make to much of a mess, and you’re easily entertained. You can also stay home for long periods of time without any supervision, so he can go to work and not have to worry about leaving you alone.

The homecoming is a lot for Levi to get used to. He’s not used to sharing his space, or feeding someone other than himself, so when he’s at the breakfast table reading the paper and drinking a steaming cup of tea, he’s nearly forgotten that you’re here too until he sees you perched by the door frame. You’re looking at him with sad eyes and your ears are pushed back.

So he diverges from his routine and fixes you some food. “Here, girl,” he says in a monotonous.

You eat silently and leave him alone. He doesn’t know how desperate you are to be liked by him. (You had overhead Hange saying your owner was easily irritable, so the last thing you want to do is upset him.)

It takes a while before Levi touches you. But the first time he does, it’s after you joined him on the couch one day after work. You were sleepy and feeling lonely, so you plopped your chin onto his thigh and fell fast asleep. The minute you awoke, you felt a soft, somewhat hesitate touch on your head. He scratched you between your brows, and behind each of your ears, then the nape of your neck. Then he stopped completely when you nuzzled into his touch, baffled by the gesture.

If his apartment is too chilly, and he finds you shaking on top of the covers you’ve struggled to untuck, he immediately drops everything he’s doing and wraps you in a cozy blanket burrito. He’ll place you in his lap when he’s working at his desk so his body heat continues to warm you and the blanket. Sometimes, you slip your head under his sweater and press your cheek against his tummy. His skin is so soft and so warm. And Levi smells like the things you love.

He’s surprised at first, but he allows it—craves it in some way. Until he feels your mouth placing wet kisses along his abdomen.

“What are you doing, hm?” he murmurs as he reads the computer screen. You wriggle around until you’re sitting upright in his lap, then poke your head through the neck hole of the sweater, bringing the two of you face to face.

His scowl seems to soften, the corners of his mouth lifting very subtly.

You just rest your chin on his shoulder and fall asleep on him.

Something else you do, which he finds a bit strange, is bite him. It’s not painful biting, where you’re trying to hurt him, but it’s just… something you do. He wonders if it’s a bit of an oral fixation, but you often neglect any toys in favor of gently clamping your teeth down over his shoulder or neck or arm. You’ll do it anywhere on his body. Until he starts to secretly really like it.

#the first time you ever make a mess #like spill your water everywhere #you cower in a corner because you’re afraid he’s gonna get mad at you and hate you when he comes home :(((#but he doesnt #he cleans up quickly - and easy fix - and searches his apartment until he finds you curled up in your room #you’re hiding under the blankets #and he Just tells you you’re a good girl and pets your head #levi ackerman x reader #levi ackerman drabble #levi x reader #Kitty Levi <3

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redwinterroses · 3 years

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for requests how about: impulse, encountering some or all of the day one crew and getting Very Uneasy because oh shit, the 3rdlife memories are coming back hard

Hey! Sorry this took me SO long to finish. It was a hard one to write because between you asking this (I think?) and now, Impulse had that whole encounter with Bdubs on the path and I was like "Well I don't want to just write that" and then Cleo showed up? And I haven't ever written her before (except for a few lines in another hero, another mindless crime) so I had to go watch a ton of vids and streams and--

okay. Excuses over. Please enjoy this little "Impulse has a bad time but Friends Are Good" drabble. <3

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Sweet Dreams

The Crastle was bigger than he remembered. Had this hallway always been here? This doorway? This arch that led to another hall…which branched and spiraled and led up stairs and down Escherian ramps in a labyrinth of stone walls and a floor dotted with pressure plates?

Impulse found himself running, breath coming in short, panicked gasps as he dashed down the halls, throwing open doors and darting around corners, leaping over the pressure plates—someone was chasing him.

They were coming for him, glowing red eyes and white teeth—fangs—glinting in the shadows. And over all, the ever-louder beat:

Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock.

It pounded in his ears, deafening, and he stumbled to cower against a wall, hunching with his arms over his head, trying in vain to drown it out. But no—no, it was even louder now, thumping so close it rattled his teeth, and he looked down to see blood spreading across his shirt and at the center where his heart should be: a golden clock embedded in his chest.

“They gave me a clock, Impulse.”

His head snapped up. Bdubs, eyes blank and red like two burning embers, stared down at him, no expression on his grey face.

“Ride or die?” Cleo’s voice came from behind him, and Impulse spun to see her glaring down the length of a crossbow, her eyes as scarlet and expressionless as Bdubs’. “How about… die.”

She fired the crossbow, the bolt exploding into flames that swarmed toward Impulse’s face—

He shot upright in bed, gasping for air. He swallowed hard, rubbing his chest as he gradually caught his breath. His heart pounded so loudly that for one horrible moment he thought it might really have been replaced with a bloody golden clock.

But no. Around him, the night was cool and dark, the silence of the Boatem village broken only by the faint rattling of a distant skeleton and the lowing of cows.

Just a dream. Just a nightmare.

Just another nightmare.

Impulse slumped back against his pillows, flopping one arm over his eyes and letting out a long, shuddering sigh in the darkness. It had been months since they’d moved on from the 3rd Life server, months of good times and laughter and the excitement of new projects and builds… and yet at night, when the voices of his friends faded away and Impulse was left alone with himself—he found himself back. Time and again, his sleeping mind returned to the Crastle, or to Dogwarts, or to the sandy dunes of the Red Desert. And inevitably, he found himself face to face with nightmare versions of his day-one crew: Bdubs and ZombieCleo, red-eyed and vengeful.

“I never betrayed them,” he muttered to the darkness. “Never.”

So why did he feel guilty?

Well. If he was honest with himself… it wasn’t really guilt. Or it was, but not because of anything he’d done in 3rdLife—no, the guilt he felt was because the primary emotion associated with Bdubs and Cleo in his dreams was fear.

These were his friends! Being afraid of them went against every instinct he had, every good memory and inside joke and shared experience. And that was a different world anyway—different rules, different lives. It didn’t change anything here on Hermitcraft.

And yet…

And yet when he saw that clock on Bdubs’ belt the other day, or when he’d come up out of the mines that first morning in Boatem and Cleo had been standing right there, Impulse hadn’t been able to suppress the rising wave of panic that swept over him. Panic over being caught in his web of lies, panic that he might hurt the only people he trusted, panic that they didn’t trust him—

Enough was enough. He needed to get past this; he couldn’t spend the rest of the season (the rest of his life?) having anxiety attacks whenever he encountered any of the other Crastle crew members. Talking with Bdubs on the trail had helped, but… he hadn’t seen Cleo since the first days of the server.

That needed to change.

Impulse threw off the covers and pushed himself out of bed, padding down the stairs to the main level of his house. Grabbing his communicator from where he’d left it atop the crafting bench, he tapped out two quick messages:

<impulseSV> you whisper to ZombieCleo: hey, can we meet up and chat? Spawn egg, around noon?

He set down the communicator and turned to go to bed, but to his surprise, it buzzed with an immediate reply.

<ZombieCleo> ZombieCleo whispered to you: everything alright?

<impulseSV> you whisper to ZombieCleo: yeah sure, I just |

Impulse stared at the blinking cursor for a moment, then backspaced and started again:

<impulseSV> you whisper to ZombieCleo: not really. but it’s nothing major. just want to chat a few things over with you.

<ZombieCleo> ZombieCleo whispered to you: Impulse it’s 3 in the morning. you wouldn’t be messaging if it wasn’t major. want to talk now?

He blinked. That… wasn’t the response he’d expected. He hesitated, finger hovering over the touch screen.

<impulseSV> you whisper to ZombieCleo: sure.

<ZombieCleo> ZombieCleo whispered to you: i'll come to you.

///

Impulse was waiting on the roof when Cleo arrived, swooping in with the dry rustle of elytra wings to land on the cobble-and-slabs rooftop.

He looked up at her with an automatic smile, but she didn’t even wait for a “hey” before plopping down beside him.

“Alright, Impulse,” she said, her brisk tone ordering, rather than inviting him to speak. “What’s going on?”

Pulling his knees into his chest, Impulse wrapped his arms around his legs, the cobblestone beneath him still radiating a bit of warmth from the day’s sun.

“I…” he let his voice trail off, not sure where to begin.

“Out with it.” Cleo held out her hand, palm up, as if waiting for him to drop something into it. “Spit it out. It’s not gonna get any better for stewing on it.”

This was a dumb idea. Impulse closed his eyes and, before he could talk himself out of it, let the words spill out in a rush:

“I keep having dreams. Nightmares. About being back… back there. At the Crastle, mainly. And, ah—” he chuckled nervously and opened his eyes, looking sideways at Cleo. “You and Bdubs are there. And you’re… mad. Yeah, you’re really mad. And you don’t trust me. And—" he took a deep breath. “I keep dreaming that you’re so mad you kill me.”

Cleo tilted her head, raising an eyebrow. “But we didn’t. Well,” she corrected herself. “I didn’t.”

“I know, I know—it’s stupid. It doesn’t make sense, and I know that, but…” he swallowed, and rubbed his eyes with the heels of his hands. “I need to get it off my chest. Because even thought I know it’s not real, and I know this is an entirely different world, and I know that nothing from that server really changes anything, I can’t just… turn off what my brain does when I’m not paying attention to it. You guys are my friends and I’m getting real tired of feeling like I need to start running every time I see one of you. To be honest, sitting here right now even is making me antsy.”

Overhead, the stars continued on their paths in silence, and somewhere in the village a couple of sheep baa-ed at each other plaintively.

“Well. That’s… something. That’s certainly something, isn’t it.” Cleo was quiet for a moment, examining him. Impulse looked away, suddenly finding his fingernails deeply interesting.

“Impulse.”

She reached out and laid a hand on his arm, and he instinctively flinched away. Cleo raised both eyebrows at him this time, pulling her hand back—then deliberately replacing it, her fingers cool and firm through the thin fabric of his sleeve. “Impulse,” she repeated, her tone gentle but brooking no argument. “You… you know I’m not good at this stuff. But at the risk of getting in way over my pay-grade: we’re good. We’re your friends.” She gave him a shake. “We love you, you idiot. No amount of murdery games on another server gonna change that.”

Impulse gave a little laugh, pretending neither of them could hear the emotion that made his voice catch in his throat. “Wow, Cleo,” he said. “Love. Big word.”

“Bah.” She shoved him away, throwing her hands in the air. “I love everybody, you’re not special.” But there was a grin in her voice. “And anyway—why me? You’ve got a lotta nerve, Impulse, having nightmares about me killin’ you.”

“Hey, you were scary with that crossbow.”

“I was, wasn’t I.” Cleo sounded satisfied about that.

The knot in Impulse’s chest was slowly loosening, and he glanced over to see Cleo leaning back on her hands, staring up at the sky. The faintest tinge of pinkish-grey was starting to appear on the eastern horizon. The Boatem crew would be up and about soon—Grian in particular had a tendency to be up at an ungodly hour of the morning.

“Hey—” Impulse said, lowering his voice again. “Um. Thanks. For swinging by. Sorry for being weird about all this.”

“Impulse if you start apologizing for being weird you’re never going to stop.” She made a face at him. “Because you’re very weird.”

“Thaaaanks.”

Cleo gave him an easy punch on the shoulder. “You know you adore me,” she said. “And if it makes you feel any better, I can promise you this: I will kill you again at some point, I’m sure. And it’ll have nothing at all, whatsoever, to do with Third Life: it’ll be because you deserve it.” She paused. “Or because I just want to.”

Somehow, out of all the things she could have said, a casual threat of violence was the thing that did the trick. Impulse laughed—out loud, for real, a genuine laugh that shook loose the tension in his shoulders and chased away the phantom of Cleo standing over him with a crossbow.

“Thanks, Cleo.”

Cleo stood, and patted him on the head, ruffling up his hair. “There’s the obnoxiously-cheerful Impulse I know and loath,” she teased. “Can’t have you being all maudlin over here—I’m the gloomy one on this server.”

“I didn’t wake you, did I?” Impulse asked, smoothing down his hair and also standing.

She waved a hand dismissively. “Nah. You know me—I don’t do the sleeping thing much. Too much work to do: graves to dig, bodies to—” she grinned darkly “—find. ‘S a lot for an entrepreneuring zombie like myself.”

“Well, I guess I’ll let you get back to it.” Impulse tried to stifle a yawn. He wasn’t entirely successful.

“Go to bed, Impulse,” Cleo laughed, activating her elytra. “And try to only have normal nightmares about me for a while. Ya know—ones where I’m properly zombie-terrifying, not this Crastle nonsense.”

“I’ll do my best.” He watched her fly off, and yawned again, this time wide enough to pop his jaw.

Alright. Let’s try this one more time. Sleep.

He left the roof and reentered his house, which suddenly felt much more cozy and far less empty and cold than it had when he’d first awakened. Sliding back under his blankets, he tugged them up around his ears and closed his eyes with a sigh.

Something exploded outside, and his eyes popped back open.

Maniacal laughter echoed over the hills of Boatem, and Impulse deliberately rolled over, burying his head under the pillow.

Tomorrow’s insanity would come soon enough. For now: sleep.

((sweet dreams, Impulse.))

#here have some impulse hc #as a treat. and because impy deserves it #redwinterwrites #sweet dreams #impulsesv #hermitcraft

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cronchevans · 3 years

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Sweet daddy Curtis, having a shit life in the tail end, either he takes you from the front somehow, maybe during the revolt, or maybe during a failed revolt, but he gets you to himself. No one in the front gave two shits about you, but he does, you never fear him, he's always insane sweet and soft to you, gives you attention like no one ever has, he's soft with you and only you, is insane protective of you and will kill for you if need be. You're his soft baby and he loves you more then anything

i’m trying to get back into writing, so @autumnrose40 was kind enough to give me a starter prompt. i’ll make another post elaborating on what i wanna write and y’all can feel free to send prompts or asks based on that! anyway, here’s a snowpiercer au because we felt like curtis would be such a soft daddy after everything he’s been through. sorry if there’s mistakes.

when you heard the rumble coming from the back of the train, you knew the revolt was upon you. everyone else seemed blissfully unaware as they drank and indulged, but you could feel the vibrations, hear the gunshots. you couldn’t understand why they wanted to get to the front so badly, it’s not like life was perfect here. you’d been taken as a pet, kept chained and silenced for the amusement of the front passengers. you were fed scraps in a bowl and infantilized, wearing nothing more than a skimpy piece of silk and a diaper, for when you inevitably couldn’t hold it anymore. the people in the front spoke down to you, mocking and sneering, as they pulled your hair and called you a baby when you cried. you couldn’t even speak in full sentences anymore and no one cared. you weren’t there to talk, you were there for pleasure and to look pretty.

as the rumbling came closer, the others did start to take notice then. all around you people were fleeing to the next car, hoping the onslaught would stop here. you lowered your head and cowered against the wall, whimpering and tugging on your chain lightly, hoping someone would take pity on you. but no one did. you were a decoration, not a living, breathing thing. you curled in further on yourself and hoped it would be over soon, hoped that the people from the back would show you a merciful end to this tiresome life.

the door burst open and you yelped with fear. at first, all you could see was smoke and silhouettes. then, out of the chaos emerged a tall, dark figure, blood spattered and wearing a terrifying grimace. you watched with interest first as he scanned the room, his presence filling the space. you blinked at him wit wide eyed curiosity until his steel blue eyes met yours from across the room, and suddenly you were scared all over again. with another small whimper, you curled into the fetal position on the cold metal floor and shut your eyes tightly. you could hear his boots stomp heavily towards you, feel the vibrations running up your spine. silently, you prayed over and over for a painless release from this suffering. you were so frantic that you hardly heard the words spoken above you.

“hey, little one,” a deep voice rumbled. you didn’t dare look. “it’s alright now, we’re not gonna hurt you…”

a hand reached out, gently brushing against your bare skin, and you cried out as if you’d been burned. quickly, the hand recoiled and you dared to open your eyes to find the same pair of piercing blue eyes looking down at you, not steeled like they were before, but soft and kind.

“it’s okay,” the man repeated again, holding out his hands in a placating gesture, as though trying to calm a spooked animal. you shook your head, eyes wide with fear as you tried to move away, but there was nowhere to go. you were trapped between the traitorss from the back and the unforgiving wall behind.

you opened your mouth, to say what exactly, you were unsure, but words had been taken from you a long time ago. instead you fussed and whimpered, balling your hands up in little fists and waving them anxiously in front of you, not to defend yourself, but in a desperate attempt to communicate. the man’s eyes softened further and he cooed lowly at you.

“they just left you here, all alone little one?” he asked and he sounded so sad as he looked up towards his other companions. you weren’t used to being spoken to directly, but knew damn well the consequences if you didn’t answer. frightfully, you nodded and made a small affirming sound. the man sighed, sounding angry this time, which made you cry out and curl into yourself tighter. immediately, his expression softened as he hushed you gently, saying, “no, no honey, don’t be afraid. i’m not mad at you. i’m mad at the people who left you like this, you poor little thing. you can’t even take care of yourself, can you?”

you made another small, sad noise and blinked away your tears rapidly; they didn’t like it when you cried. the man huffed and stood up fully and you though to yourself, this is it, this is how it ends. you shut your eyes for the inevitable blow, perhaps the one that would knock you out for good. you tried not to be afraid in your last moments, but you’d spent so much time scared and alone, you didn’t know how to be anything else anymore. you waited and waited, but still nothing happened. until suddenly, you felt a sharp tug and heard a loud clang. the chain keeping you attached to the wall loosened and clattered to the floor, freeing you for the first time in years. your eyes shot open and you blinked up at the man in confusion. he knelt back down to be closer to eye level with you as he spoke in low, gentle tones.

“i’m curtis,” he said, gesturing to himself. you peeked up at him and a pang in your heart made you wish you remembered your own name. he smiled just barely, so you mirrored his gesture. this only made the smile grow wider, more fond. “can i touch you, little one?”

that was an odd question, you can’t recall the last time someone had asked to touch you, never mind looked at you with such tenderness. you wanted to cling to him, to make him smile more, to make him happy. shyly, you nodded, and the man - curtis - wrapped a large hand around your little waist and pulled you in against his warm, solid chest.

“there you are, honey,” he cooed as he stroked your back and nuzzled your hair. “daddy’s got you.” you all but melted into his embrace, making happy baby noises and gripping his blood stained jacket tighter.

curtis shifted you in his arms, and for a fear filled moment, you were afraid he was going to toss you away because you’d done the wrong thing. but instead, he picked you up and held you tightly to his chest, your legs nearly atrophied from being unable to stand on your own free will. he looked down at you and his eyes were so soft, your breathing hitched and you couldn’t stop the tears from flowing down your face. you hiccuped and sobbed your way through it, curtis holding you and whispering reassurances.

“don’t cry, little one, please don’t cry. daddy’s here.”

you cried for what seemed like hours until you slowly calmed down and what were heaving sobs turned into little breaths and whimpers. curtis rocked you through it, humming lightly under his breath. you whined to get his attention, knocking your little fists into his chest. he smiled down at you warmly as he said, “all better now, little one?” shyly, you nodded yes, before hiding your face in his shirt. you liked the way it felt when he breathed, his solid chest a comfort beneath you. “you’re gonna come with us now, okay?” your eyes flashed up in fear, but curtis hushed you gently, cupping your little face with his big hand. “don’t fuss, baby. daddy will always take care of you and keep you safe, i promise.”

still gripped with fear, but for the first time in ages, words tumbled past your lips, barely even a whisper. “y-you…you is my dada now…?” you blinked up at him and waited with bated breath. “keep safies?”

curtis beamed, and you thought that a smile like that could light up even the darkest corners of this cold, decrepit earth. “yes, baby,” he said before pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead. “i’m your daddy now.”

#snowpiercer au #reader insert #curtis everett x reader #daddy!curtis x little!reader #daddy!curtis #little!reader #daddy x little #curtis x reader #reader insert fic

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slightlycrunchy · 3 years

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"don't freak out" with de-aged Dadzawa to Shinsou

I think I took this in a different direction dear...but I hope you like it XD

WC 1900~, rated T, de-aged aizawa, references to child abuse and implied child abuse, happy ending, dadzawa&shinson

There’s a new little boy today.

Hitoshi stares from behind Miss Tanaka’s legs, gripping at her dark blue skirts tightly. He knows she won’t like this, but for now she’s occupied with welcoming the new kid and Hitoshi will take advantage of it for as long as possible.

The boy is dark; dark eyes and dark hair, dark lashes that fan out across his cheeks. Pale skin. It’s been a while since a new boy has come to the orphanage, and this one looks to be about his age. Hitoshi just turned six this year.

“What’s your name, dear?” Miss Tanaka asks in her sickly-sweet tone, the one she uses with certain people that don’t include Hitoshi. It won’t last long. She really likes to yell an awful lot. “What did your parents call you?”

“Shouta,” the boy says immediately. Hitoshi blinks. The boy doesn’t seem shy, unlike most new orphans. Hitoshi is still shy, and he’s been here as long as he can remember.

“Found him in an alley, poor thing,” the social worker says. Hitoshi can’t remember her name. He startles when the boy—Shouta—speaks again.

“I don’t belong here. I have a home—”

“Yes, yes dearie, that’s what they all say,” Miss Tanaka dismisses. Hitoshi looks up at her when he feels her gaze find him, and he fights his natural instinct to cower. Her eyes go cold when she sees the wrinkles his fists have left in her skirt. “Hitoshi, dear,” she grits out between clenched teeth, “why don’t you take Shouta with you upstairs? Show him the boy’s room, yes?”

It’s phrased as a question but Hitoshi knows it isn’t a request. He nods frantically, immediately grabbing one of Shouta’s small wrists in his clammy hand. “Come on, this way.” He can do this. He can be good, useful. They won’t hurt him if they can use him, he’s sure of it.

The boy doesn’t come willingly and yet Hitoshi perseveres, stomping his small socked feet up two flights of stairs to the younger boy’s room; the girls have their own and the older boys as well, across the hall. Every step brings more struggle from the boy behind him but Hitoshi won’t stop, can’t stop when this is him being good. He has to be good.

“Hey kid, stop—”

“No, we have to listen. You’re new here, but I’m telling you, ya’ have to listen or you’ll get in trouble—”

“Kid, stop.”

“My name is Hitoshi.”

“Hitoshi, it’s okay. Just—calm down.”

He hadn’t even realized just how hard he was breathing, and it only dawns on him as they come to a stop in his—theirs, now—slightly rectangular bedroom, filled with bunk beds from corner to corner, with a wide open space in the middle kept meticulously clean. Hitoshi takes a deep breath as he whirls on the boy behind him, the kid’s dark eyes half-hooded with obvious apathy.

Did Hitoshi ever look like that, or was he always afraid? Shouta doesn’t know enough about this place to be scared of it, but fear keeps Hitoshi safe, so he will teach the boy. He’ll teach him. He ignores Shouta’s suggestion that he ‘calm down’.

“You sleep when they say, eat when they say, and play when they say. Do your lessons when Miss Ro says so, and wash behind your ears. They check, believe me…” Hitoshi says darkly. Shouta’s eyebrows are slowly knitting together; that’s fine. It means he’s taking Hitoshi seriously. “It’s alright here, if you follow the rules and stay out of the matrons’ way. The older kids are pretty nice. They’ll help you, if ya’ ask. ‘Specially the ones who have been here a while. They get it.”

Hitoshi wants to tell him about the dark room and the belt, the sly fingers that yank and pull at ears and cheeks and skin without warning, leaving red crescent marks and sometimes blood—but he’s hoping the other boy will never have to experience that.

“I’ll help you. You’ll be alright, with me.” Hitoshi tries to smile reassuringly.

Shouta doesn’t smile back or look relieved like Hitoshi had hoped; if someone had told him this when he first arrived, Hitoshi thinks he himself would have appreciated it. Learning on the fly has ended in too many nights with a raw bottom or aching back when the matrons get too heavy handed with the belt. He cringes inwardly.

Shouta’s face is smooth, impassive. Hitoshi doesn’t like that he can’t read the other boy easily; is that normal for kids their age? Hitoshi can’t seem to hide a single thing from the grown-ups.

Shouta shifts his weight, his eyes narrowing in apparent suspicion. Hitoshi flinches. Did he mess this up, too?

“Do they hurt you, Hitoshi?”

He feels the blood freeze in his veins. Is he that obvious? Oh well, he supposes there’s nothing for it now. He’d rather shelter Shouta from the hard truth of it, but if he already sees it written in the lines of Hitoshi’s tiny body and the sound of his frantic words, then...well the matrons are always telling him to be honest, aren’t they.

“Yeah...but it’s alright. You just gotta be better than me, Shouta. You can do that, right? It’s not so hard. I’ll still help you, I promise, just follow my lead, okay? You don’t have to be scared.”

The thing is, Shouta doesn't look in the least bit scared.

He looks furious.

Hitoshi is about two seconds away from cowering back and finding his bed where he can hide under the blankets and pretend he has some semblance of safety under them. How did he mess this up already? How is Shouta mad at him before he’s even had a chance to get to know Hitoshi?

“Hey, hey kid, no- I…” Hitoshi looks up to see one of Shouta’s small hands, reaching out to him. It’s slow, and this is about the only thing that keeps Hitoshi held fast in place. Once again, he can’t help but think that this boy is strange; he doesn’t hold himself or talk like any other kid Hitoshi has ever met. The confusion only heightens the sense of wrong that all of this brings and it welcomes hot, unbidden tears to his eyes. But it’s been a long time since Hitoshi has let himself cry, so he holds them back and they burn all the more.

Shouta sighs, the little sound echoing out across the bare wooden floors around them. He stares Hitoshi down with a quiet strength that Hitoshi doesn’t know what to do with. “If I tell you something, you have to not freak out, ok?” Hitoshi nods, though he’s not sure if he’ll freak out or not. Shouta nods back resignedly. “I’m not truly a child. My name is Aizawa Shouta and I’m actually...big. A grown up,” he says slowly, as if trying to find the right words to explain himself. Hitoshi on the other hand feels his jaw drop to the floor. “I got hit by a quirk that made me small and I got turned around in the confusion. That stupid woman brought me here, but I’m not an orphan. I’m a pro hero. Eraserhead.” He finishes off by jutting a hand forward, his small fingers poised into a clear invitation for a handshake.

It’s this last detail that settles the thought in Hitoshi’s mind: Shouta is telling the truth.

Hitoshi knows this with every trembling bone in his body for multiple reasons. One, no kid his age has ever talked the way Shouta does, with slow pauses and thoughtful phrases, with fire in his words ready to stand up to even Miss Tanaka downstairs, lacking any and all fear of authority that Hitoshi has quickly learned to cultivate.

Two, the story seems like it could be true. People are affected by quirks all the time and accidents happen a lot. Hitoshi has been on the receiving end of too many quirks to not believe Shouta when he says this is what happened.

And three...well, three is the most convincing of all.

Because Hitoshi knows of Eraserhead. Hitoshi loves Eraserhead.

Hitoshi thinks back to when it happened. He's pretty sure he was five, though the days tend to all run together. Measurements such as weeks, months, years mean very little to him, but he’s almost sure he’s right. In the summer, the matrons find themselves busier than usual--with school being out and all--the kids running rampant with boundless energy. But not Hitoshi. No, he had taken the opportunity to slip away, out the front door and down the street, where the city was somehow blissfully quiet and where he had gone to enjoy his time alone. Well, not entirely alone.

“You back again, kid?” Eraserhead had asked. After the second time of meeting in the alley, the man had finally introduced himself, though Hitoshi never did return the favor. Hitoshi had been floored when he learned the man was a pro hero. Hitoshi nodded in response, kneeling down to observe the real reason the both of them ever found themselves in that alley that smelled of hot, sweltering garbage.

A mother cat had birthed kittens a few weeks back and Hitoshi was fascinated by them. Eraserhead was too.

And now, Eraserhead is a boy with dark hair and dark eyes that Hitoshi recognizes and oh my god it’s real, what are they gonna do--

“Shh, shush, it’s alright Hitoshi.”

The boy pales. “Do you...do you remember me?” He doesn’t know what he’ll do if Shouta says no, it might just break what’s left of his half-starved heart. This is Eraserhead--Shouta, a pro-hero who now knows what happens to Hitoshi in the dark corridors of this place, and he had always wanted to tell Eraserhead but he could never seem to strike up the courage. But now Shouta knows and what if still nothing changes--

“Yes, I remember you, kid. I took one of those cats home, did you know? Never saw you again after that last time.”

Hitoshi didn’t know. One day he went back and the cats were just gone.

“Took the rest to a shelter. They were old enough to be separated from their mother and it just didn’t feel right leaving them on the streets. Bothered me I couldn’t tell you that,” Shouta sighs. Hitoshi blinks, still trying to reconcile the silhouette of the man he had begun to know and bond with, with the figure of a small boy before him. He feels like he needs to sit down.

“Listen, kid,” Shouta begins, his tone leaving no room for argument, “I’m not staying here. I’ve got people out looking for me and for all I know, this quirk has a time limit.” A small hand comes to rest firmly on Hitoshi’s shoulder and he looks up from where he had unknowingly been staring at his shoes. “And when I leave, I’m taking you with me. I know these places aren’t great but...mm," Shouta shakes his head. "I’m not just gonna leave you here, kid. Hitoshi. Do you want to come with me?”

Hitoshi feels numb, his fingers tingling weirdly, but not unpleasantly. He can’t quite get his mouth to work.

For a moment Shouta looks nervous. “I named her Sakura. She’s the one with the blue eye, remember?”

The cat. Shouta is talking about the cat. Hitoshi feels a small smile break onto his face, stealing space like a creeping shadow. Shadows. Hitoshi would like to leave behind his shadows. He finds himself nodding. He licks his lips, voice cracking when he speaks.

“Sakura. I like that name.”

Shouta smiles.

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#and then they lived happily ever after #i dont know what this orphanage is lollll #my writing #dadzawa #age regression #bnha #my hero academia #fic #hurt/comfort

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catxsnow · 4 years

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INTERRUPTED G.L.

Request: May i request a gar imagine where they keep trying to have their 'first time' but they keep getting interrupted by other titans. you don't have to write smut if you're not comfortable im just here for the the fluff + the titans reaction to the morning after for bonus because i feel like that would be so funny to write.

Warning: mentions of s.e.x.

A/N: This was so cute to right! I love writing for Gar

Word Count: 3.3k

Gar Logan was one of a kind.

He was the kind of person that could make you smile on your worst days. The only one who seemed to truly care when you needed to talk to someone. And most importantly, he was the one person in this world that you would die for. Over and over again.

You would do anything for him, repeatedly if he asked. Make him supper every night? Of course. Train with him? Every day. Fall asleep in his arms at night? You couldn't sleep without him. Have sex with him? As much as you wanted to, every time you went for it, someone got in the way.

It was frustrating how many times you got interrupted and soon you were about to do it whether or not someone in the team needed you. Each and every time you and Gar got some time alone, someone was always there to interrupt you.

Gar was a shy person, everyone knew that. He was awkward when it came to PDA and he frankly, had no idea what the hell he was doing half the time. Lucky for him, you could help along the way. He learned from you and to be honest, you learned a few things from his as well. You guys had molded into the perfect couple.

Dick wasn't happy to see the two of you dating. He knew how messy it could get to date teammates but there was also nothing that he could do to stop you. So, as he watched you from a far, he also reminded you to be careful. And you were, just maybe not in the sense that he told you to.

The first time you were interrupted was partially been your own fault. You knew that the Titans were busy with trying to take down their latest enemy and yet you still deemed it a good time to finally have your first time with Gar. It was relatively early in the evening but you couldn't stop the feeling running through your core.

You had barely gotten your shirt off when Dick came knocking at your door to say that the two of you were needed and to suit up. As disappointed as you were, you couldn't be mad at him for needing you and your boyfriend for a mission. So, reluctantly, you geared up and headed out while Gar tried to hide his rather obvious boner.

You didn't think that anyone on the team noticed that you were in the middle of something during that mission. Besides you being a little extra frustrated, it seemed that you and Gar was just hanging out. Dick didn't have an ounce of guilt in him - but he would have if he had known the truth.

By the time that you got back home, you passed out as soon as your head hit the pillow. Gar went to sleep that night dreaming of you.

The second time that you found your night ruined was by Rachel. Gar had stupidly forgot to lock his door and Rachel found herself barging in when he didn't answer the knock on his door. Gar was hovered of you, lips attacking your neck and shirt completely off. He was better than you - nothing but your underwear and the blankets to cover you.

Rachel screeched just about as loudly as the door slammed. She wasn't expecting to walk in on that - in fact she thought you were out of the tower for the night. Rachel nearly ran down the hall trying to get the images of her two best friends out of her head. In public, the two of you never showed any PDA to the point that she sometimes forgot you were actually dating.

Gar huffed in annoyance and rolled down beside you. His heart was racing from the experience and he couldn't help but the bright red blush that covered his face. He stared up at the ceiling and tried to get rid of his frustration at Rachel - he was really looking forward to finally having the time to have sex with you.

Never in his life was he so disappointed and embarrassed at the same time. Having his closet friend barge in on him on his almost first time didn't exactly get him riled up to keep going.

"'s a cute look for you," You teased him, poking at the redness in his cheeks and neck. He found himself blushing lots with you, and every time you couldn't help but admire him even more. Gar rolled his eyes and rummaged for two random shirt, one for himself and the other for you. "Rachel ruin the mood for you?"

"Did it not ruin it for you?" Gar jokingly scoffed at you. He watched you pull his shirt over your head and then crawl out of his bed. You knew what you were doing to him - swaying your hips as you walked by, bending down real slow as you picked up a pair of his sweats off the floor. His red face became even brighter as you pulled his pants up your legs. "I don't think that's gonna help."

"Can't say I didn't try," you winked at him. Walking by his mirror, your just barely got a glance at your neck. Faint bruises covered your skin - not dark enough to be obvious to anyone not paying attention but just enough to remind you that you were once again so close. "Never would have guessed you were a hickey kinda guy. Maybe it's the tiger in you."

"If it were the tiger in me I think you'd have a lot more damage," Gar joked. He laid flat against his bed and waited for you to join him. You flopped down on the opposite side of the bed and tilted you head to face him. "You've got pretty eyes."

"And you're a sap," You grinned, lightly smacking his chest. "Movie?"

"Sure," Gar quickly agreed. He loved movie nights with you. Warm blankets, you cuddled into his side, and nothing but happiness in his heart. "I'd say popcorn too but I'm too afraid to accidentally run into Rachel out there."

"There's my brave boyfriend I know and love."

The third time that you got interrupted was probably to most infuriating time. Jason, of all people had to be the one nagging at your door that he needed your help. You hoped that he would go away if you just ignored him, but he still didn't give up.

"I can hear you in there, (Y/N)," Jason knocked once more on the door. You were straddling Gar, hands on his bare chest and eyes squeezed shut in hopes that he would leave. It was no use. You wouldn't have been so mad if the two of you had already had sex at one point in your relationship - but it seemed like you never got the chance.

It had taken you so long to get Gar confident enough to be wanting to do it. This wasn't your first rodeo, but it was his. And as much as you wanted to make it special for him, it seemed like your time got more limited as the weeks went on. It wasn't just his first time, it was yours together - you wanted it to be romantic.

"You think he's gonna leave?" you whispered. Gar shook his head. With a sigh, you rolled off of him and plucked your clothes from the floor to halfheartedly put them back on to answer the door. Gar stumbled to do the same. Your hair was a mess and you were sure your shirt was on backwards but you honestly didn't care anymore.

You unlocked your door and whipped it open. Jason was standing with his fist raised and ready to knock again. He was taken aback by your appearance. Messy clothes, anger in your eyes - you were not pleased to see him. And you weren't. At all.

"What, Jason?" You snapped at him. This better be good for him to come knocking on your day. This time you really thought that you and Gar were going to make it through the night without anyone getting in your way. Apparently, you were mistaken. Again.

"Can I borrow your Led Zeppelin record?" Jason asked. You could swear that you felt your eye twitch with anger and steam coming out of your ears. You were beyond furious that he interrupted you and Gar just to borrow some stupid record of yours. Fucking Jason Todd.

Your hands clenched into fists at your side and the rest of your body was tense. It wasn't Jason saw Gar sheepishly sitting on the edge of your bed did he realize he made a mistake. You were ready to lost your shit at him for this, and you would have too if it wasn't for Gar.

He joined you at the door and placed a hand on your lower back under your shirt. His touch washed away your anger - at least some of it. "Hey, Jay," Gar smiled. You couldn't understand why he was able to keep his calm so easily, this affected him just as much if not more.

With a huff, you stalked to the corner of your room to find the record that he was talking about. You were tempted to smash it right in front of him just to leave him without the satisfaction, however it was one of your favourites too. Instead, you smacked it onto his chest and slammed the door in his face.

That should have been a big enough hint that you were furious at him.

"UGH!" you groaned as you plopped down on your bed. Limbs spread out on your messy sheets and disappointment rolling off you like waves. You were more horny than you ever have been in your whole life and yet you couldn't bring yourself to go back to what you were doing. This was a whole new kind of sexual frustration.

"Is this god giving us a sign?" You grabbed the pillow you weren't laying on and smashed it against your face. Gar chuckled at you and removed the pillow to kiss you. "Why? I just! Ugh! I'm so angry right now I can't even decide what I want to be angry about!"

"You're adorable when you're angry," Gar flirted. You glared up at him which only enticed a laugh. Usually, the sound of his laughter always brought a smile to your face, this time it just made you more frustrated with everything going on. You snatched the pillow out of his hands and hit him across the chest with it.

Gar raised his eyebrows at your outburst. He darted for the other pillow on your bed and smacked you back. He knew that this meant for him - a full out war. If there was one thing that you took seriously it was pillow fights. You never lost a single one and Gar had been the unfortunate loser every time.

"I take it back!" He cowered away from your raised pillow. You narrowed your eyes at him but slowly lowered your weapon. "You're angry already I don't want you to release it all out on me."

"Wanna go train?" You countered.

"At midnight? No!" Gar shook his head, bewildered that you wanted to go work up a sweat this late at night. It was one way to get your frustration at Jason out. You could already imagine that the punching bag was his face. "I'm ready to go to bed. And don't you dare say you're too angry to sleep."

"I'm angry enough to kick you out."

"No, you're not."

"No, I'm not."

Gar knew if that if the two of you got interrupted one more time, you might literally kill someone.

So, he did what any wise boyfriend would do and warned everyone on the team that if anyone knocked on your door that night, it better be because of the end of the world and nothing less of it. Though he never stated why, he was sure that the team all understood what his plan was for the night.

It was a few days after your last incident with Kori - a completely embarrassing story that you or Gar never wanted to think about ever again. That by far, had to have been the worse experience that you ever had within the tower and you hoped that Kori would never bring it up ever.

Gar had the night planned out in his head. With no one to bother the two of you, he hoped the night would go smoothly. After all your failed tries, it had to. All he had to do was wait for you to get back to the tower.

It felt like hours that he was lounging around in your room for you to come back. He went from playing some of your records to snooping around to looking at old pictures of you and your family. Time seemed so slow and when he finally heard the creak of your door open up he couldn't hide his grin.

"Holy shit, Gar!" you grabbed onto your chest. You had no idea that he'd be in your room. You draped your coat over your chair and dropped down to your bed. It had been a long day and there was nothing more that you wanted to do than to spend time with your boyfriend. "What are you doing in here? Creeping?"

Gar never answered your question but simply strolled over to your door and turned the lock. You raised an eyebrow at the sound - the only time you ever locked your door was when clothes came off. "I'm not sure if I'm ready to be disappointed with another interruption again."

"It's not gonna happen," Gar promised you. You sat up on your bed with a weary look. It was four times now that you had gotten your night caught off, a fifth time would only mean that you were nothing but bad luck. However, Gar's confidence in the two of you being left alone sparked an excitement through you.

You reached out to snatch his hand and tugged him onto the bed with you. Without even giving him a second to adjust, your lips were on his. Gar savored this kiss with you - the gentleness of your touch being dominated by eagerness. You wanted this night more than anything.

Gar was nervous - of course he was nervous. This was his first time and he didn't want to disappoint you. He knew that you would never be upset by him, no matter how the night went on his behalf. You wanted this night to be for him, not for yourself. But after all this time, you needed his touch just as much as he needed yours.

His fingertips danced along your skin and under your shirt. He was always so gentle with you; as if you were made a glass and a single harsh touch would shatter you. You didn't waste time to tug off his shirt, breaking your kiss for only a moment before coming together again.

Gar pulled you off the bed just enough to pull of your sweater and everything underneath it. Cold air dusted across your bare chest and enticed a shiver through you.

"This is usually about the time someone comes in, you sure that it's not gonna happen?" You joked. Gar's lips trailed down your neck, nipping and sucking as he mad his way to his desired destination.

"I'm sure," Gar promised. He left a more pressured bite right against your pulse point and you couldn't help but moan at the feeling. You could feel him smile against your skin, happy that he was the one causing you this pleasure.

"Last chance, if someone walks into this room after this I'm not stopping for them."

Gar only unbuttoned your jeans in response.

"So, uh, fun night?"

You were never embarrassed about someone else knowing you had sex. Your friends used to harass you but they never got a reaction out of you. Even now, when your won teammates knew exactly what you and your boyfriend had done the night before, you felt no ounce of sheepishness. You couldn't say the same about Gar.

Last night had been perfect. Not a single person tried to get you for something and Gar had been amazing. You wanted to relieve that night over and over again. You didn't have a single disappointment and you were sure that Gar felt the same way.

He could see why you were so mad every time you got interrupted. He was missing out on so much all this time.

The next morning, the two of you strolled out of your room with painfully obvious signs of what had happened. Dark bruises covered your neck and you had his shirt from the previous day hanging on your shoulders. Gar's hair was a mess and no amount of brushing would tame it down.

Gar tried to sneak back to his room to shower but the second that he stepped out in the hall, Jason was passing by and ushered the two of you to breakfast. He could not wait to see the amount of teasing that you guys were about to get from everyone else. So, the two of you were seated in your normal spots as Rachel finished cooking for everyone.

Jason sat across the table from you and only smirked at your glare. Rose looked between the two of you. She opened her mouth to speak but then decided against it. It was finally Rachel that spoke up and asked about your night.

You cleared your throat before answering. "Um, yep. Just uh, chill."

"Mhmm," Dick nodded to your answer. He sat on the other side of you and stared directly at your neck while you avoided his gaze. Quickly, he raised his arm to flick one of your hickey's. "Chill night, huh?"

"Ow!" you hissed in pain. Without thinking, you kicked him from under the table, which only proved even more that you were lying - not that anyone needed more proof. "Stop being such, such a dick! I'm a grown adult too, you know."

"And the kids are suddenly all grown up," Kori joined in on the teasing. Everyone was aware of her... relationship, with Dick. She was in no position to tease you about having sex with a teammate.

"You've literally known us for less than a year," Gar pointed out after shoving a forkful of food in his mouth. "And you're not that much older than us."

"Yeah, we'll next time go to Gar's room and bother Rachel," Jason complained. He was pretty sure he nearly busted his eardrums from how loud his headphones were last night. There was still ringing in his ears. Gar's face flushed red and the comment and Rachel had to point it out to make it worse.

"Guy's stop bugging Gar," you rolled your eyes to their teasing. Your hand searched for his under the table and as soon as you found it you interlocked fingers. The last thing you wanted was for him to feel uncomfortable and then have to wait another long time before having sex again - this wait was far too long already.

"Young love," Rachel sighed.

"Well, thanks for breakfast Rach, I gotta shower," You stood up from your chair and looked around at everyone. The hickies that Dick had just made fun of reflected perfectly in the sunlight for everyone to see. Gar sat at the table with his head in his hands as everyone stared at him.

As much as you hated that everyone interrupted you at least once, being with Gar was well worth the wait. He was nothing but perfect with you, and that’s all that mattered.

"And I also just want to say I fucking hate you all, if you ever knock on my door again expect a punch to the face."

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honeypirate · 4 years

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Promise?

Master list

Kyotani x f!y/n

A/n: reader is on the softball team, she’s an outfielder and also an amazing pitcher. She’s is the same year as Kyotani. I’m gonna make a part two.

“Oof” you say as you fall to the ground, your papers going everywhere. The boy who accidentally ran into you in the middle of the hallway grunted out a “sorry” and scowled, like he was annoyed with you, before bending down helping you pick up your papers that happened to be your research project for your next class. You kept looking at him the whole time, he was a handsome boy with stripes in his hair and he looks angry as hell.

You’ve never seen him this close up before, you just saw him on the volleyball court from the stands. You always kept your eye on him when you went to games and in the one class you shared. He was a conundrum to you. Someone you couldnt figure out but desperately wanted to, and with a nickname like mad dog it made you wary to just approach him. you quietly thanked the gods, the universe, anyone listening to your thoughts, for this blessing of having you him into you.

“What?” He says and glares at you when he catches you staring, it makes you smile because of how amused you were with him. You both stand and he hands you your papers “you’re a lot less scary up close... and a lot cuter” you say with a chuckle. His eyebrows furrow as the bell rings “see ya around handsome!” You say with a wave over your shoulder as you rush off to your next class.

He stood there, a little shocked, watching you rush off. He didn’t know what it was about you but he knew you were different. You didn’t cower or get afraid of him. In fact he thinks you actually thought he was amusing. And you called him handsome. He thought you were either crazy or perfect. He needed to talk to you again.

The next day in your first class, the one you shared, he came in early and stole the seat of the girl who usually sits next to you. When you walked in and saw him you paused for a second then when he looked up you gave him a smile and a wave as you walked over to him. You knew the girl wouldn’t mind and you sure as hell don’t.

“Hey handsome” you say as you take your bag off your shoulders and sit next to him, turning in your seat to look at him better. “Hey” he says with his usual scowl. “What made you switch seats?” You ask nonchalantly as you get out your notebook and pen. “You” he says and you get butterflies “me huh? I feel awfully special to make the resident so called mad-dog wanna sit next to me” you look into his eyes and wink. His scowl falters for a second and you notice him blush ever so slightly. It brings you so much joy to know you affect him, it gives you a sense of power that excited you. “Why aren’t you afraid of me?” He says as he leans towards you “should I be?” You reach out and softly run your fingers through his hair on his stripes. It sends goosebumps and tinges down his spine. “I guess not. But everyone else usually is. I am mad-dog.” He doesn’t move or stop you so you continue to play with his hair.

You notice out of the corner of your eye your friend walk in and when she notices her seat is taken she just laughs when she sees who it is. She knows about your crush. She nods and sits where Kyotani usually does.

“You are Kentaro Kyotani. You are an amazing volleyball player....” you lean in to whisper in his ear “and you are so many other things besides a mad-dog. I can tell you everything I like about you later” The teacher walks in then and you sit straight in your seat, like everything was normal, and get ready to take notes.

After fifteen minutes of lecture the teacher starts a movie pertaining to cell division, something you already understood, so you indulged yourself in looking at the boy next to you. He wasn’t paying attention to the movie he was just doodling in his notebook. You quietly reached over and when he saw your hand he looked up at you and studied your face, your smile and your cute nose, your beautiful eyes, when he looked back to what you were doing he noticed at the top of his page you drew a heart and wrote your phone number down. That small heart on the page made his heart beat wildly. The class ended and you had to rush off to your next class so he didn’t get to talk to you as much as he wanted.

After school ends and your softball practice ends you get your stuff together and head back to the locker rooms when you overhear a couple girls talking “did you hear that mad dog stormed out of practice again? He’s so scary” you were immediately worried. Throwing your backpack over your shoulders you took off running, your softball shoes clacking against the tiled halls. When you find him he’s at his locker with his head against it and he’s radiating anger and frustration.

“Hey handsome” you say softly “what’s wrong?” You put your hand on his shoulder and he whips around to look at you. He looks so mad and scary but his eyes look like he could cry at any moment.

You took his hand and pulled him with you, he followed without hesitation. Out to the empty softball field, then to the few trees beyond the field. It was your secret spot you’d go to calm down after hard days.

“Kyo?” You said softly when you got there. You slipped your bag off letting it fall to the ground and took both of his hands in yours. They were tough and calloused and you couldn’t help but imagining what they’d feel like on your body for a split second before forcing those thoughts away. He looks into your eyes and you see his are filled with unshed tears, although the rest of his expression looks angry you can tell it’s something different.

“It’s just... I’m so...” he takes a deep breath and you reach up and cup his cheek softly before hugging him to you. He melts into you and pulls you to him tight, burying his face in your neck. You can feel his body shake softly as he cries quietly, his hot tears on your shoulder. You rub circles across his back and start to spell out words, you spell out his name, then yours, then you rub hearts instead of circles. When he calms down he places a soft kiss to your shoulder, on the shirt that is wet with tears. He pulls back and you wipe away the tears still on his face softly, smiling reassuringly up at him. “Hey handsome” you say softly and he chuckles, a sweet sound that was extremely rare, a sound you fell in love with, “hey” he says back, his face neutral instead of his normal scowl, his eyes told you he was a little embarrassed. “Are you okay?” You ask and he nods “I just get so frustrated and I don’t know how to handle it sometimes. You have no idea how much this meant to me” he says softly and looks down at your hands in his. You bring his hands to your lips and kiss his knuckles softly “it’s okay to feel frustrated. if you ever need me I’ll be there. Always.” He could cry again, his heart aches, no ones ever been there for him always. people always leave. But he doesn’t want you to. He wants you to be telling the truth. He can’t help but trust in you “promise?” He says and his voice cracks and you pull him into another hug, this time burying your face in his neck “I promise” you whisper and kiss his neck.

You hold hands walking back to the school “do you wanna get some dinner with me?” He asks. Back to his normal scowling angry self and you laugh “yea I really do” you squeeze his hand.

When you get to the girls locker room he quickly pulls you to him “thank you, y/n” he whispers and his lips press into yours softly before he leaves you there, going to change himself. You’re breathless and blushing as you change into your normal clothes. Excited to go to dinner with him tonight.

#kyotani kentaro #kyotani x you #kyotani imagine #hq kyoutani #haikyuu kyoutani #haikyuu imagines #kyoutani kentarou

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weasleydream · 4 years

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Not gonna leave

Masterlist

Hogwarts had always been my home. It was the best place in the world. But when this awful toad arrived and took the control in the school, things started to change. Merlin, even Trevor, Neville’s toad, would have been a better director than her! Umbridge was everybody’s nightmare as she made more and more stupid rules. “Boys and girls are not permitted to be within 6 inches of each other.” How could she be that intrusive in our lives? How many times did she separate me from Fred and George when we were just walking in the corridors? Lucky us, she never caught us, Fred and I, while we were hiding in some broom closet to snog as if our lives depended on it.

Yeah, by the way, this beautiful redhead and I had been together since he asked me out on a Hogsmeade date during our third year. I had always gotten along pretty well with the twins, but I had always been a little closer to Fred, a little more tactile but also a little more impulsive. That’s why George and I never fought, I somehow always succeeded into calm my anger. But with Fred… Let’s just say that one day, he received pumpkin juice on the face because he had made fun of me the day before for almost tripping in front of Snape. So yeah, things can escalated quickly between the two of us. But it’s not always a bad thing, if you know what I mean.

One of the worst decision Toadbridge had taken was to prevent us from playing Quidditch. If it wasn’t for McGonagall who talked to Dumbledore, we still wouldn’t be allowed to play. Fortunately we got the permission and Angelina, our new captain after Wood’s departure, trained us. Unfortunately, our new keeper, Ron, seemed to be way too anxious whenever someone was looking at him. Worse, some Slytherin’s team players had seen him and made fun of him whenever they could.

We knew that the Slytherins loved being foul, but when Fred, George and I saw the badges they were wearing the morning before the first match of the year, we understood that it wouldn’t be easy. Weasley is our king. Of course it wasn’t against the twins, they were too self-confident to let themselves be dampened by such idiotic things, but they both seemed furious.

-Don’t worry, I’m sure Ron’s gonna be incredible.

Honestly, I was not sure of who I was trying to convince: the twins, whose faces were as red as before, the two Slytherin girls that were giggling behind us, or me. My fears turned out to be justified when Ron entered the Great Hall. His face was very pale, he seemed to be on the verge of vomiting. Harry dragged him to our table, clearly trying to get his friend avoiding every single Slytherin that happened to be on their way. All we could do is hope Ron would make the Slytherins shut up.

The air was really cold. I was pretty sure my hands would freeze before the end of the match. Alicia passed me the Quaffle and I barely heard Lee make some comment about our captain. My left hand firmly holding my broom, I headed towards Bletchley, Slytherin’s keeper. The guy looked like a big gorilla cowering on a little broom. Riddikulus. I was ready to throw the Quaffle when a bludger hit me on the back, which made me drop the ball with a groan. Fred screamed and rushed to me.

-Are you okay?

-Yes, don’t worry.

A little exchange but accompanied by a sweet touch on my cheek, and I was ready to face the world again. The game continued. When Warrington scored, throwing the Quaffle just between Ron’s arms, the Slytherins sang so loud that I understood what they were saying.

Weasley was born in a bin

He always let the Quaffle in

Weasley will make sure we win

Weasley is our king

I was furious. Completely furious. And also horrified because the song seemed to have the desired effect: Ron lost it and Slytherin scored again, three times. Suddenly, I heard the shouts of joy from the Gryffindor’s supporters and I saw Harry with the Golden Snitch. I joined him and Angelina, and soon Fred and George landed near us. I jumped into my boyfriend’s arms, relieved that we won. Then I hugged George and I was going to congratulate Harry. However, Malfoy seemed to be decided to ruin our joy.

-We wanted to write another couple of verses. But we couldn’t find rhymes for fat and ugly - we wanted to sing about his mother, see… We couldn’t fit useless loser either - for his father, you know…

Then all happened in a second. George was just in front of me. I put myself in front of him while Harry was holding him. Distraught, I looked after Fred only to find him as mad as his brother, hold by Angelina and Alicia. I was furious too. The Weasley were my second family; Mrs Weasley always treated me like her daughter and always welcomed me to the Burrow, this magical place; and Mr Weasley was the first one I had met who shared my interest for the Muggles. I wanted to hit this little bastard, I wanted him to shut up, but I couldn’t let George go, I was afraid he would do something that could bring him problems.

Malfoy seemed to be delighted by the situation. He also provoked Harry, who had a hard time controlling himself, and the little jackass looked at me with an evil smile. I felt George tense behind me and his hands gripping my wrists. He knew how much troubles I had with managing my emotions. Fred seemed to understand what was going to happen because he screamed the worst insults he knew. Malfoy’s drawling voice made me lose my temper.

-And you, the little Gryffindor slut. Unable to choose between the Weasley twins, are you? So you decided, what, to spread your legs in front of all the family?

Once again, it happened too fast for anyone to react. I jumped towards Malfoy, Harry and George close behind me, and tackled him to the floor. He let a pathetic scream out as I broke his nose, barely aware of the fact that George and Harry were also hitting him. I let my fury out until a spell projected us to the floor. Madam Hooch was screaming at us, probably blaming us because we were three against one, but I couldn’t listen to what she was saying. Malfoy was watching me, a grin on his despicable beady face. We were going to leave the field when Malfoy stepped in front of me. I didn’t know what he was going to say, but I was pretty sure I didn’t want to hear it. I spat in his face and leave, still trembling with fury. I only saw from the corner of the eye Fred, still hold by the girls, his eyes filled with anger and worry.

To say that McGonagall was infuriated was an understatement. I had never seen her in this state. She was livid, and looked at her Gryffindor scarf as if she was going to tear it apart. But it wasn’t the worst, oh no, the worst part arrived with a detestable toad. Hum, hum. McGonagall’s face took a red shade, which darkened when Umbridge offered some help. Obviously, it wasn’t just a proposition, because she took a parchment and announced that she had the right to punish us. She claimed happily that George and Harry were banned from the Quidditch team forever, along with Fred even if he hadn’t done anything. Then she told the boys to go back to the common room.

-As for you Miss Y/L/N, I think a bigger punishment is required. Your disrespect towards the young Malfoy is unacceptable and -

-Didn’t you hear what he was saying?

-Don’t interrupt me.

I glanced at McGonagall, hoping that she would help me defending myself, but she seemed to have enough difficulty with calming herself.

-Miss Y/L/N, you’re expelled. You will leave this castle tomorrow.

The world seemed to collapse around me. Umbridge wore a little smile, probably proud to have gotten rid of one of the pranksters of the school. I felt my eyes burning but I would never let her see me cry, because she didn’t deserve this pleasure. I stormed out of the office, and without even thinking, I took my wand.

-Flipendo.

My voice was quiet, but as I was running, I heard shouts of surprise as Fred and George, who had been waiting for me, were knocked to the floor. The sound made McGonagall get out and she yelled something at me. I didn’t listen to her, nor did I listen to Fred who was begging me to come back. I ran as fast as I could, hardly thinking about what I was doing, and soon I collapsed behind a big thicket near from the lake. It was a place that I loved. When we had to work for our OWLs, Fred, George and I and sometimes Lee would come here because we were sure that no one would come. And now -the thought broke my heart into millions of tiny pieces- it was the last time I would see this place because I was expelled. Expelled.

Fred’s POV

I wanted to go find her. Y/N, my lovely girlfriend, was gone Merlin-knows-where, and she had attacked us. I knew she didn’t mean to hurt us, something was upsetting her and she didn’t want us to see her like this. But what happened? I was quickly back on my feet and ready to run behind her when McGonagall ordered us to go back to the common room. I was about to ignore her when Angelina and Alicia arrived and urged us to the common room.

-She’s gonna come back, said our captain. Don’t worry and don’t bring yourself more problems. So, what happened?

When George confessed that the team just lost four players, she became pale and sat hurriedly, taking her head in her hands. I still couldn’t believe what Umbridge had done. And I was still worried sick about Y/N, because I knew her very well and I knew that she could be very stubborn. Every part of my body wanted to be with her. I wanted so badly to take her in my arms, stroke her hair while whispering that all was going to be okay… But two Gryffindors entered the common room wondering why Filch stayed in front of the entrance, so I know I couldn’t get out of here. All I could do was pray for Y/N to come back to me. I was so lost in my thoughts that George had to shake my arm to get me listening.

-The Marauder’s Map, Fred! The Marauder’s Map!

Harry brought us the Map and the three of us, along with Hermione, searched for the dot that represented Y/N. But, after a dozen of minutes, we had to admit that she wasn’t in the castle anymore.

-Maybe she’s in the Room of Requirement, suggested Hermione.

But I shook my head. No, I knew perfectly where she was, it was always the same place, a place she loved to go to when she was upset. However, it didn’t comfort me because I was pretty sure she would freeze to death behind this thicket. But then again, what could I do when Angelina and Filch were on my back? I couldn’t even get out of the common room. When Ron came back, covered in snow, I lost it and ran out of the room, only to be stopped by Umbridge’s wand pointed at me.

-I didn’t allow you to leave your common room, Mr Weasley.

I tried to ignore her interdiction, claiming that she could stupefy me if she wanted, but her answer made me stop.

-If you make one more step, Mr Weasley, you, your twin brother and your girlfriend will be expelled.

Being expelled didn’t bother me. I knew it was the same for George. But I couldn’t risk Y/N’s place here. I was turning my back to her when she added:

-Don’t try to get out during the night, Mr Weasley. The portrait will receive particular orders.

Furious at this old toad, I sat in a couch, trying to relax and wondering why Y/N was so upset. I was determined to stay here until her return, George by my side. I tried twice to leave the common room but, as the toad sait, the portrait didn’t open.

However, when the sun rose, Y/N still wasn’t here. I asked Hermione if she could check in her dormitory, but she confessed that she had already done it and her bed was empty. With a terrible feeling, I rushed to the Great Hall, George close behind me, but she wasn’t here. McGonagall came to us.

-Where is Miss Y/L/N?

-We don’t know, she didn’t come back yesterday.

George had to answer, because my anxiety was suffocating me. McGonagall mumbled something about Umbridge and that she didn’t have the right. I wasn’t really listening, but George seemed to understand something.

-Professor, what happened yesterday?

-Umbridge gave herself the ability to expel students, and of course, she has started with Y/N. But she can’t do this, Dumbledore won’t let her.

George and I exchanged a look, and we left the Great Hall, heading to the thicket where I believed she was. Outside, the floor was covered in snow. The air was freezing and I felt tears burning my eyes. I didn’t know if it was because of the cold. We finally arrived to the thicket and horror filled my body as I saw a little hand behind the vegetation.

She was there, curled up into a tiny ball, her E/C eyes closed. Her skin was white but her lips were blue and she had puffy eyes, and her tears were frozen on her cheeks like little diamonds. She was motionless. If it wasn’t for the steam that escaped her slightly opened mouth, I would have feared her being dead.

I was shocked. George reacted faster than me: he pulled off his jacket and put it on her. I finally got out of my stupor and touched her cheek. It was so cold… I picked her up. The following events were a blur. George was in front of me, yelling to all the students to let me pass, that it was an emergency. I didn’t even feel Y/N’s weight because of the adrenaline that was spreading in my blood. We finally arrived to the hospital wing to find it empty. Madam Pomfrey wasn’t here. I was going to put my girlfriend into the nearest bed when George stopped me.

-You need to get her clothes off, they are soaked and freezing. I’m gonna go get McGonagall.

With that, he stormed off the hospital wing, letting me alone with Y/N. I delicately undressed her, letting her in her underwears. Swearing because I didn’t know any spell that could help her at the moment, I took all the blankets that I could see and laid them on Y/N. She was slightly shaking and I stroked helplessly her hair. I could say that her eyes were rolling under her eyelids and she started to whine.

-Hey, I’m here, baby, I’m here…

I placed my lips on her forehead, hoping that maybe she could feel it and know how much I was afraid.

-Don’t worry, I’ve got you, I’m not gonna leave you…

I slipped my hand under the blankets to find hers. Her skin was slightly warmer. With a loving pressure on her fingers, I continued to whisper sweet things to her. I was kissing her forehead again when George finally arrived with McGonagall and Madam Pomfrey. The matron didn’t waste time, she rushed into her office and came back a few seconds later with a purple potion. She made Y/N drink a few drops of it.

-All we can do now is wait. Don’t worry, she’s gonna be okay.

She patted my shoulder and left. I was sitting next to her bed. George stood behind me and McGonagall was in front of us. With a sigh, she told us that Y/N would stay at Hogwarts. Somehow, Dumbledore had managed to prevent Umbridge from expelling her. Then she told us that our detentions would start when Y/N would be better and that she wanted to know when she would wake up. She allowed me to stay with her, but told George he had to go to class. My brother pressed my shoulder in a comforting way and left with McGonagall.

Y/N woke up two hours later. We were still alone in the hospital wing, and I was half sleeping. I felt her hand, the one I was holding, I felt it move and I almost jumped off my chair.

-Fr-red…

-Yeah, I’m here baby. Don’t talk, it’s okay.

I knew her throat was hurting her because she frowned. I just slipped into her bed and hold her against me. She cuddled as close to me as possible and fell asleep again. George arrived after lunch, and wiggled his eyebrows. I chuckled. The sound woke Y/N up and she lifted her head to see my brother sitting on another chair.

-Hi, sleeping beauty!

She waved back, her throat probably still sore. George told us how relieved everyone was because she was going to be okay. He also laughed at the fact that almost all the Gryffindors were waiting at the door to tell her that Y/N spitting at Malfoy made their week. After a while, he looked at me, then at her.

-Have you announced her the good new yet?

-No… No I forgot!

Y/N watched me suspiciously, her beautiful E/C eyes shining in the light. George laughed at me, ruffled her hair and left. I looked back at Y/N who seemed impatient to hear what I had to tell her. Instead of telling her immediately, I kissed her. She melted into the kiss, hopefully feeling all the love and relief I put into it. Then, with my forehead against hers, I whispered:

-You’re not gonna leave Hogwarts, love. You’re staying here with me and the toad is gonna regret what she did to you.

#harry potter #harry potter imagine #harry potter imagines #fred weasley #george weasley #fred x reader #fred weasley x reader #fred weasley x y/n #fred weasley x you

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slashernipples · 4 years

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Can you do headcannons of Jason and Ash with an S/O who used to be in a physically abusive relationship, with some scars, flinches every time someone or something grabs them unexpectedly, shakes in fear when they hear yelling, are scared to get them mad and take the blame for almost everything even when it isn’t they’re fault?

AHHHHH Absolutely, anon.

OKAY THIS TURNED INTO DRABBLES I’M SORRY

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Ash Williams

+He traces the scars when you’ve been intimate. He wants to know, but he also doesn’t want to bring up painful memories. He knows how that is and he doesn’t like to think of you reliving awful experiences at all.

+He’s always very wary about how he acts and he’s always ready to stop or interfere with anyone who tries to accuse you or grab you or yell at you.

+The first notable incident, however, was a man who had been running from a deadite. He was terrified and had grabbed you by your shoulders and screamed for help. You had flinched and recoiled and Ash saw the fear written all of your face in that moment. He had pushed the man off of you and told him that the monsters would be taken care of, but you were still shaken. He had an idea of what might’ve happened to you right away, but he couldn’t talk about it just then because of the deadites rushing at you. He pulled you to a safe corner to wait out the onslaught and assured you that he could do it himself, and made a mental note to remember that. The man may not be able to remember an incantation right, but he sure as hell will remember anything if it’s about you.

+He took care of the deadites just fine on his own that day and had you not been so shaken, you might’ve been at least able to appreciate his ability. Ash may play an idiot, but he’s not completely dense. He knows that this isn’t the right time to be asking about anything so he asks if you’re ready to head home. When you nod, he holds his arm out for you take if you want. If you do, he wraps it around you securely, holding you close to his body as you walk home.

+The talk almost never happens because he doesn’t want to bring up past trauma. He finds he’s more than happy to keep you safe with him and hold you in his arms without ever knowing about those old scars he’s seen across your body, but he does worry about the way you cower if you break something or how you’re always so ready to apologise. He reads some books and decides that he’d rather try to ease you into being more confident and recovering by encouraging you positively that it’s okay, accidents happen and it’s okay, it’s not your fault. It works, after awhile. He’s honestly just happy that you’re happy with him.

+Everything goes wonderfully until your abusive ex walks up one day, wanting to know where you’ve been. Ash catches on as soon as you start moving behind him. “Sweetheart, I’ll take care of this prick, but will you tell me what happened after?” you promise him you will, and he deals with the bastard with scathing words mixed with affirmations that you’re under his protection now and he wouldn’t let anything happen to you ever again. The bastard leaves eventually, although some tires squealing around the corner suggest something happened. It’s less surprising when your ex runs up again, albeit this time as a deadite. At least this time Ash gets the satisfaction of avenging those scars across your body.

Jason Voorhees

+Jason saw that something was wrong on the very night he met you. He had seen a camper grab at you and had seen how you shook and ran and recoiled and hid. He saw someone afraid and it was there that he decided that he would protect you. He had slaughtered the man who had grabbed you with a spear thrown through the window directly into the man’s head. Jason had stepped in not long after and had done his best to kneel in front of you and look as unthreatening as he could despite being How He Is. He held a hand out to you gently, but when you had leaned away, he had retracted his hand and instead taken the spear out of the man’s head and left you alone.

+Your ex had found you one day and, terrified, you had run. You hadn’t even realised that you had made it to the forest until you found yourself on the dock of Crystal Lake.

+The bastard chased you all the way there, intending on dragging you back. You had thought you were rid of the son of a bitch years ago and yet here he was to drag you back to hell. You knew you wouldn’t be able to fight out of his grasp if he caught you. However, just as you had thought that he was about to grab you, Jason had sprung from the water and pulled your ex back down under with him. When Jason came back up and your ex didn’t and Jason once again kneeled before you, you realised he was your protector. You had embraced him, and that was how your relationship with him had begun.

+Jason is the gentlest lad with you. He doesn’t yell and he’s so self conscious that he never touches you without you touching him first. He would never want to scare you, and only makes inviting gestures if he wants to hold you or be held

+He will literally kill anyone who does anything to trigger your trauma, tbh. He sees someone grabbing you? Yelling at you? Accusing you? They’re gonna die. If the violence upsets you too, he’ll always be sure to do it out of your sight. Sweet boy will even try to wash the blood off himself before coming back if he can.

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I TRIED, I HOPE Y’ALL ARE OKAY WITH THESE OH GOSH I got excited to be writing and went a lil ham im sorry vnusinvuibrnsvidfnbiusdfg quq

#jason voorhees x reader #ash williams x reader #slashers x reader #my boy!!!!!!!!!!!!!#boomstick man take me by the hand

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jaeffrey77 · 4 years

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Of course, hun! Now, I know this may not be super relatable for some of you... But I didn't want to make it too heavy. The request said fluffy after all. Anyway, thanks for the request! I hope you like it.

Genre: fluff

Words: 1,8K

This was a mistake, you thought to yourself. We should have never started this. This was a big mistake.

Hiding your face in your hands as these thoughts ran through your mind, you kept shaking your head, anxiousness taking over.

Tears were practically forming in your eyes already but you fought through it, still keeping your face buried in your hands as you curled up into yourself on the couch.

A comforting hand soon crept up on your shoulder, squeezing gently. The gesture made you flinch at first, only to calm down a second after registering whose familiar touch it was. You slowly began removing your hands from your face, peeking at Jaehyun's face from between your fingers.

"It's just a movie, Y/N."

Seeing the screen from the corner of your eye, you refused to turn fully towards the TV. The scene was intense, you knew something bad was about to happen and you were not planning on witnessing it. You could still hear the sounds. That only made you more sure about not turning towards it.

You just kept your eyes on your boyfriend, seeing the corners of his lips slowly turning up as he turned to look at the TV again. His hand slowly lowered onto his lap where he laid it comfortably. He was even drumming his palm on his thigh, calm as ever.

You on the other hand felt the exact opposite. You were terrified.

You tried to calm yourself down, seeing how nonchalant Jaehyun was being and he was obviously amused by how scared you were. You tried to suck it up and looked back at the screen.

Immediately regretting that decision as a jump scare came out of nowhere, you nearly lunged yourself off of the couch, scooting closer to Jaehyun and leaning onto his side, hands back on your face, covering your eyes.

You could feel Jaehyun's body shake in the slightest due to the small chuckle he let out. He threw his arm over the backrest, letting you snuggle up closer to him.

That's how you spent the majority of the movie, covering your face and seeking comfort and protection from your boyfriend. He gladly gave it to you, letting you cower into him but he did not even try to hide his amusement which made you annoyed. As the movie ended, you finally sat up straight, backing away from him a bit.

Already knowing there would be a smirk on his lips, you narrowed your eyes in advance before turning to look at him. Your suspicion was proven correct as your eyes met and his lips curled into a smile.

"How are you feeling?" He asked, biting his lip in an attempt to prevent a laugh.

"I hated that," you answered simply.

"Oh, you did?" Jaehyun acted surprised. "I thought you loved it! You couldn't seem to keep your eyes off of the screen," he said sarcastically, mocking you.

Your eyes narrowed even more as you sent a glare his way. "It's not funny."

He only chuckled. "I can't say I agree with you on that."

You crossed your arms and pursed your lips, a pout forming. You looked away from him, getting more annoyed and embarrassed the more he kept talking about it.

He laughed even more, scooting closer. "Come on, I'm just joking."

Just as he was about to lay his hand on your thigh, you pushed it away and stood up from the couch.

"Y/N, come on... You know I'm just--"

"I'm going to the bathroom," you interrupted him coldly, not wanting to hear a word from him. You knew he was just joking, but you did not appreciate his teasing. You had been genuinely terrified of the movie when he had practically laughed at all the scenes and how lame they were. You swore to never watch a paranormal horror movie with him ever again. Feeling like you should have known better, knowing his views on anything supernatural, you shook your head at yourself and let out an annoyed sigh.

You went in the bathroom, turning the lock and beginning your nightly routine.

You glanced at the mirror only to avert your eyes from it instantly, remembering the scary scenes from the movie where something would appear in the reflection. You kept you eyes strictly down at the sink and at your hands throughout your routine, just in case your imagination would run wild and you'd see something that wasn't there.

While doing your routine you began to relax a bit more. You hummed to yourself and tried not to think of the movie and instead, focus on other things, like thinking of all the things you needed to do the following day. It actually helped a bit.

Just as you finished, feeling much more calm than before, you looked in the mirror only to have Jahyun place his hands on your hips and whisper a "Boo!"

You jumped, screamed and turned towards him to swat his chest. Your heart was racing in your chest and for a moment it felt like it had stopped all together. You heaved a sigh, leaning back against the sink as Jaehyun's booming laugh echoed around the small bathroom.

Annoyed, you lifted your fingers up to the sides of your face and massaged your temples gently, feeling a headache forming from how irritated you were becoming. Not only were you getting mad at Jaehyun for joking around about the whole thing, but you were also annoyed at yourself for forgetting that the lock had stopped working, giving Jaehyun the perfect opportunity to catch you off guard.

"What the hell, Jaehyun?" You asked harshly, voice raised a bit more than usual.

He was still laughing, practically wiping away tears from his eyes as he clutched his stomach. He was finding the situation way too funny for your liking.

You stood there, hands on your hips and gaze hard on him as he calmed down. Although he saw the angered look on your face, it didn't change his at all.

"You're too easy to scare, you know?"

"Of course it's easy to scare me after the movie!" You replied back, getting worked up again. "The movie was freaking scary, okay? Stop making fun of me!"

Jaehyun couldn't stop the remaining chuckles from coming out but he put a little bit more effort in trying to tone them down as he saw how genuinely mad you were getting. Still, he couldn't take you totally seriously. Even though he wouldn't say it out loud, he found it adorable how scared you had been about such a thing.

"Loosen up, Y/N. It was just a movie, you're getting mad over nothing," he said gently as he reached out to you again, only to have his hand swatted away.

"It's not nothing!" You protested, nearly stomping your foot on the ground like a child. You hated that he wasn't taking you seriously, although deep down you knew this moment of rage would die down quickly, you still kept holding onto it for the time being. "Forget it. I'm going to bed." You told him before exiting the bathroom and going into your bedroom. You shut the door a bit louder than usual and got straight into bed, burying yourself into the sheets.

You spent quite a while trying to get comfortable and wishing for sleep to just take over but because of still being shaken from the movie you were unable to do so. You tossed in bed, keeping your eyes closed, squeezing them in a desperate hope to fall asleep. After a while, you gave up with a huff and lied awake on your back, staring at the ceiling.

You lowered your gaze, eyes catching a corner which wasn't at all illuminated by moonlight peeking through the blinds on your window. The corner looked a lot more menacing and usual. After a while, you could almost see and outline of a person standing there.

Knowing it wasn't real but your imagination going wild, you tried to shake it off and turned your back towards the corner. You closed your eyes and lifted the duvet over your eyes, curling up under it. The uneasiness didn't leave even though you tried really hard.

After some time, you decided that you were too afraid to sleep alone in the dark for now. Although you didn't want to give in, you swallowed your pride and got out of bed before going into the living room. You were met with Jaehyun on the couch, face illuminated by the light coming from the TV screen as he surfed through the channels, trying to find something to watch.

His gaze met yours and he smiled. "You done throwing a tantrum?"

You rolled your eyes, taking slow steps towards him. "I wasn't throwing a tantrum..." You mumbled, sitting down next to him and turning your eyes towards the TV.

"Couldn't sleep?" He asked, changing the subject.

"Nope," you answered shortly, hearing him let out a little hum in response. "Too scared."

"Sorry for making fun of you. I really was just joking around, you know?"

You nodded, scooting closer to him and laying your head on his shoulder. His arm instinctively wrapped around your shoulders and pulled you closer. "Apology accepted. I'm sorry too. I just got mad because it felt like you were ridiculing me for getting scared of something you didn't."

"Ridiculing you? Come on, I would neve-- okay, maybe a little."

You jabbed his side with your finger lightly, still a bit annoyed. He only smiled, setting the remote down and pulling you even closer.

"Even though I don't really understand why you're so scared, I'm not gonna miss out on the opportunity to be there for you when you need it."

You smiled, your heart warming at his words in the slightest. Though he made fun of you so much, he was still there to offer you comfort for getting scared.

Already forgetting how scared you had been just a few minutes ago, you began to feel your eyes closing. Your fear had kept you up and pushed your tiredness aside. Now that the fear was gone, it allowed you to feel sleepy.

You ended up falling asleep faster than either of you had anticipated. Realizing you had indeed began sleeping, Jaehyun turned off the TV and laid down on the couch gently, trying his hardest not to interrupt your sleep. He propped up on of the pillows under his head as you laid comfortably on his chest, breathing in and out calmly as if you had never even been bothered by the scary movie.

Jaehyun smiled down at you, playing with your hair before letting himself fall asleep too.

Surprisingly, though you slept on the couch with your bodies entangled, it one of the most comfortable nights either of you had spent.

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Rainy cuddles for @gothicthundra.

FFn link --> https://www.fanfiction.net/s/13652934/1/Equilibrium

More Drakgo fic because OF COURSE. This thing took unexpected turns...cuz I wanted to write one thing, and the characters said nope you writing this other thing. Ah well.

This is also for Prompt #4 at @drakgoprompts which...hasn’t been posted yet. But I know what it is. I’m still gonna do Prompt #3! This just happened first.

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The hurricane raged outside the lair with a vehemence that Drakken was unused to. Just before the power went out, he'd seen on TV that it had been upgraded to Category 5. As he shined his flashlight ahead of him, he walked with atypical slowness and caution. Suddenly he was very aware of just how...frightening...his lair really was.

The thought gave him a swell of pride, but it wasn't enough to shake the unease he felt. Hearing only his footsteps echoing through the halls and their adjoining caverns when he was used to a constant hum of electricity and the buzz of fluorescent lights was very unnerving.

As he rounded the corner toward the den, he was surprised to see a glow indicating the fireplace was already alight. When he stepped into the room he peered around, finding it empty but for the cracks and pops of the coals.

"Shego?" he whispered.

"Boo!"

"GAAHHH!"

Drakken almost hit her in the face with the flashlight as she grabbed his shoulders from behind. He lurched forward and spun around at the same time, his arm swinging wildly, but Shego ducked as she cackled at him.

"Don't sneak up on me like that, Shego!"

"Whoa, why so jumpy?"

Thunder suddenly cracked, echoing down through the chimney. Shego looked toward the fireplace as Drakken cowered in place, clutching the flashlight to his chest.

Shego's gaze drifted back to him and her smirk returned. "Heheh. Need a trip to the little mad scientist's room, Dr. D.?"

A growl built inside Drakken's chest. "Nngh, zip it!"

She chuckled and stepped past him, patting his shoulder as she did so. Drakken turned and watched as she picked up a magazine from the end table and flopped into her usual chair, turning her back to the fireplace so she could read.

After a long moment of staring, Drakken turned off his flashlight and stalked to his desk. There was just enough firelight that maybe, he could work on some details of his latest weapon design.

Another crack of thunder sounded down the chimney. Drakken jumped again, but only knocked the flashlight off the desk. Shego lowered her magazine and frowned at him.

"Are you gonna do this all night?" she asked.

Drakken looked at her and merely blinked, too many thoughts racing through his head to process an answer. What happened if they ran out of firewood? What if the hurricane damaged the lair and they had to evacuate? How could they evacuate, given their current circumstances?

"Y'ello, Dr. D.? You still with me?"

Drakken started again and focused in on her, but words still wouldn't quite reach his lips... What if during their evacuation, the hover-car crashed into the ocean? What about the henchmen? There weren't enough vehicles for all of them.

Thunder boomed again.

"Ugh, if you're gonna be like this all night, I'm sleeping in my own room."

That snapped Drakken back into the present. He slowly sat down behind his desk and continued staring at Shego as she squinted through the firelight at her magazine.

He kept messing things up. First, he hadn't been attentive or affectionate enough and she'd thought he wasn't really that interested after all. Then, he'd been too affectionate and she found it strange and claustrophobic. He couldn't seem to find the balance.

He sighed. He picked up the flashlight and rose from the desk as he clicked it back on. It wasn't worth it to be abused by Shego while being terrified that they might die and he could do nothing to protect all of them.

He should just go to bed... If he died, he would rather it be in his sleep as opposed to waiting up for it to come. He started briskly toward the door.

"Drakken!"

He halted and cautiously glanced over his shoulder. Shego tossed her magazine to the floor.

"Come here."

His hand tightened on the flashlight as he slowly stepped towards her. He couldn't tell what her intentions were by the hard look on her face. It wasn't anger, or mocking...but there certainly wasn't anything kind about it.

He stopped two feet from the chair and watched her nervously as she stared up at him. After a moment she sighed and looked down with a scowl. She stood up and gestured harshly to the chair.

"Here. Sit."

Drakken hesitated. "...What for?"

"Because as much fun as I could have with it, I really don't want you sitting on my lap all night. You're kinda heavy."

Thunder boomed again and Drakken jumped before practically falling into the chair. Shego rolled her eyes and sat down half on his lap, and half on the remaining available cushion in the large chair. Drakken stared at her in surprise as she settled in, curling her legs up across his lap and putting her arms around him, the blank yet hard look back on her face.

She looked up at him and raised her brow.

"I thought you were mad at me?" Drakken asked as his hands cautiously settled on her shoulder and on her hip, the flashlight forgotten on the floor.

"I am," she said.

Drakken's face fell, his brow twisted in confusion.

"But...then why—?"

"Because otherwise this will probably go on for days. It's bad enough to have you ignoring me or smothering me. The last thing I need is you worrying I'm not interested anymore just because you're afraid of a little storm."

Drakken's eyes narrowed. "It's a Category 5 hurricane, Shego."

"We've been through hurricanes before."

"None this big or strong!" he protested. "Have you ever heard thunder like that before?"

At that moment, as if proving his point, a massive clap of thunder echoed down the chimney. Drakken grabbed Shego close to his chest as he stared at the fireplace.

The flames were being whipped by the wind that entered from above, and he noticed for the first time that the stone inside the fireplace was darkened where rainwater was dripping inside. As he listened to the whistle of wind, he saw as a smattering of raindrops were thrown against the inside of the fireplace. He also realized the fire was lower than it had been just a few minutes ago.

"The rain is getting inside," he said fearfully.

Shego pulled out of his tight grasp and turned to study the fire. Her eyes narrowed in calculation.

"Shego...if the lair is destroyed, I...I can't get you out."

She turned her intense gaze back to to his face and studied him.

"What?"

"We'll be trapped here."

"We have the hover-cars, and the boats."

"We can't use them in a hurricane! And if the lair is too badly damaged we'll be exposed to the elements. The cold, and the rain..."

Drakken was picturing it all in his mind—he, Shego, and the henchmen clinging to rocky ruins for survival as lightning flashed and waves rose higher and higher around them.

"Dr. D."

Drakken refocused as Shego took his face in her hands.

"The lair isn't going to be destroyed."

"But what if it is? I won't be able to...won't be able to..." He stopped and swallowed down nervously on his next words, knowing she wouldn't like them.

"Won't be able to what?" she asked, her expression slightly less annoyed as the sound of driving rain became loud even through the thick stone walls of the lair. How could she not be even a little bit concerned?

"...Protect you," he said quietly.

Shego's brow rose. "Is that what this is about?"

There was another clap of thunder accompanied by a horrible, loud cracking sound. This time even Shego was startled, and her hands fell to Drakken's shoulders and gripped them tightly as he clung to her.

The firelight began flickering more intensely, and they both looked to see rain falling through the chimney and dousing the flames. Drakken's mind raced in fear again at the sheer impossibility of what he was seeing.

Shego suddenly stood and left his embrace, crossing the short distance to the fireplace and attempting to look up the flue.

"I think the wind destroyed part of the chimney. Or maybe lightning."

Drakken stood and moved to look with her, but he couldn't get as close to the fire due to the heat. But with the way rain was falling down onto the flames, it was a logical conclusion.

Suddenly there was a sound of running feet, and they both turned to see the entire cadre of henchmen rushing down the hall and stopping short at the entrance to the den, some of them comically crashing into the backs of others. They never entered their boss's more private areas of the lair without permission.

"What?" Drakken asked warily.

"The lower level is flooded," Jameson said breathlessly, gesturing back down the hall with his flashlight. Drakken noted the rather damp appearance of some of his henchmen, especially the ones out of uniform.

"How flooded?"

"About six inches across the entire floor and rising fast. We uh...we're gonna need a place to sleep."

Drakken bit down on a curse and glanced at Shego as he considered for a moment. "You can all use the living room. Did the spare blankets survive?"

"We got them!" two others chimed in, holding up large stacks of the folded blue articles.

"Good..." Drakken said, worrying again about the destruction of the lair.

"Post a watch," Shego said, stepping up next to Drakken. "If the water level gets too high we'll need to know about it."

The henchmen all nodded their agreement and left with anxious mutterings over their residence and personal belongings.

Drakken crossed back to Shego's chair, setting his hand on its high back as he sighed. The lair had never flooded before. If they survived, it would need extensive repairs, and the henchmen would need a new temporary residence...if they all survived. If the hurricane moved fast enough, it was possible, but the last news broadcast he'd seen before the power outage suggested it was moving slowly.

"Doc?"

He jumped slightly at the feel of Shego's hand on his shoulder. He turned to see that her annoyance had faded, and her eyes were compassionate.

"We're gonna be fine."

Drakken felt his nerves beginning to calm at the soft, reassuring look in her eyes. And then the fire went out.

He was suddenly aware that the sound of rain had become a roar overhead. Clearly the chimney had been damaged in some capacity, and rain was falling freely into the fireplace, cooling the hot coals.

Drakken's heart pounded. Did he want to die stumbling around in the dark in a futile attempt to save everyone, or die in his bed, falling asleep to the deceptive lure of the rain?

"Drakken?"

A green glow illuminated the space between them and lit up her face in ominous shadow, despite the soft look she still wore.

"I'll go turn the generator on. Then we can figure out where to put the henchmen for a few days until the storm has passed."

"Do you have a death wish? The generator is on the lower level!" he protested.

Shego pursed her lips. He recognized that she wanted to be annoyed, but her patience was atypically winning the day.

"I want you to stop freaking out," she said calmly, though he knew agitation was just beneath the surface.

Drakken swallowed anxiously and shook his head. "You can't go down there."

He watched her fight the urge to roll her eyes.

"Fine... You wanna just go to bed, then?"

Drakken remembered her annoyed words from before about sleeping in her own room and weighed them against all of her unusually generous actions since. But his fear still won out.

"We could just...sit here, for awhile?" he suggested. He would rather be with her through the crisis than alone in his bed. Especially if they were going to die.

She lifted a single, knowing eyebrow. Since when was she able to read him so well? He quickly sat down in her chair.

"Come on," he said, trying to smile as he opened his arms to her.

Shego did finally roll her eyes as she settled back into his lap, cuddling closer than she had before. She kept her hand lit so they could see each other, and Drakken realized then looking into her eyes that he had nothing and everything to say to her.

"What?" Shego asked, her expression quirking into a slight grimace.

The words 'I love you' were on his lips, but he held them back. He was concerned she wouldn't take him seriously given the situation. And he didn't want to risk annoying her further.

"If...the lair is destroyed, where would you like to live?" he said instead.

Her brow rose and she looked thoughtful, yet...distant. He let his breath out silently, though his relief was faint. She was becoming increasingly more difficulty to read.

He supposed he had expected things to change more quickly after they had gotten together. But he hadn't exactly made any proposals...of the permanent or temporary nature. And she slept in her own room as often as she came to his.

That factor was a large source of his confusion. It was a question every night: would she come to bed with him, or go to her own room? He had assumed that after they became intimate she would just stay with him all the time. But after returning from the lab one night to find his bed empty...and then getting a tongue-lashing for waking her up when asking why she was in her own bed, he realized...he had presumed too much.

That night was when she'd aloofly revealed that she thought he wasn't that interested. His desperate response of being overly attentive in the following days hadn't made things better, and she'd told him pretty quickly that she didn't want him at her elbow every second of every day, either. When that conversation had turned into an argument and he'd asked just what she wanted from him, she'd made him promise to 'just act normal.' Whatever on earth that meant. He had no idea.

The result had been distance between them. For the most part, she acted toward him as she always had. Except for the times she decided she wanted him in bed. And her sudden seeming compassion that evening concerning his hurricane fears. Even if she had scared him earlier.

The emotional see-saw was more distressing than the hurricane.

"Well, you have plenty of lairs already..."

'You.' She'd not said 'we,' but 'you'...

"What if...we get someplace new? Where would you like it to be?" he asked, a sudden desperation coming over him.

Shego blinked at him twice in the dim green light, and then she looked away.

"I dunno..." she said with an off-handed shrug.

Drakken tried to swallow down the lump that was coming to his throat. Was she trying to put him off? He wanted to press about the lair, but he was afraid of where the conversation might lead. He looked at the way her eyes fairly glowed in the light of her...glow. And how distant and almost sad she suddenly looked.

"Shego...?"

She looked back at him in question.

"If you could do anything right now...what would it be?"

She blinked in surprise and stared at him. Outside, the rain continued pouring and filling the room with a strange cascading echo. The smell of damp ash and soot reached Drakken's nose as he waited.

Shego took a breath, and then held her hand higher and extended her fingers.

"Paint my nails. That's what I was going to do when the power went out."

Drakken sighed silently through his nose. Was she just putting him off, or was it a sign that she was losing interest as he feared? He wished he could read her more easily...

"Why, Doc?"

He focused back in as a smirk began to spread across her face.

"Have something else in mind? We could go...'cuddle'...in your bed, instead."

Drakken's face flushed. "Well, ah..."

"The moat lights will be out... We've never done it without any light. Could be dangerous," Shego continued, leaning in closer to his face.

Drakken felt his heart beat harder at her suggestion. The idea was tempting...

"This is nice too," he said, sliding his arms further around her and smiling warmly. Shego blushed and her eyes darted away into the darkness. Drakken's brow rose.

Were her advances...an attempt to avoid a more serious conversation? The more he was worrying about it all...the more determined he found himself becoming. He needed to know exactly what their relationship was. And with the power outage and the hurricane trapping them, he may never get a better chance. Or...another chance. She had no excuse not to talk with him, at least. However—

"It could be nicer..." Shego said in a murmur, letting her glow go out and plunging them into darkness. A moment later, her lips were on his neck just beneath his jaw.

Drakken's breath caught. He leaned his head back against the chair and found his thoughts starting to evaporate into the darkness, still alive with the sound of rain. It occurred to him suddenly that the thunder had stopped, but that thought too was yanked away from him by the feeling of his lover's lips on his neck.

"Wait..." he said huskily, remembering his purpose. He lurched out of her kiss, perhaps too abruptly.

Shego's hand lit up the space again. Her expression was seductive. He blinked, his train of thought vanishing again... And then he shook his head and brought his hands to her shoulders as he sat forward.

"Shego... Do you want to be with me?"

Shego's sultry smirk vanished in an instant. She blinked rapidly in her confusion, and then she swallowed once. The smirk began to return, though it was less confident.

"I would think that's obvious..." she said, leaning forward to kiss his his lips. He held up his hand between them to stop her. Her brow rose, and she leaned back in annoyance. "Well sheesh, I can just go to bed," she said, starting to stand.

Drakken grabbed her shoulders firmly and kept her in place.

"Rrngh, let go!"

"No, Shego... First...I'm ignoring you. Then, I'm crowding you. Now...you're mad at me one minute, and you're all over me the next."

Her eyes narrowed. "You're delusional," she said flatly.

"You're— But you— ...Nghh, you're confusing me!"

A tense silence hung between them, broken only by the driving rain. Without the fire the room had quickly become chilled, and despite the argument he had started Drakken was grateful for her warmth in his lap.

Shego finally sighed and broke eye contact, an almost melancholy falling over her expression. "You need to pay more attention, Doc."

"That's why I'm asking," he said, finding his voice suddenly shaky.

"I thought you were worried about the hurricane," she said, trying to stand up again. Drakken pulled her back down hard and she fell into his chest. She frowned, but he put his arms around her and held her tightly.

"Why won't you choose somewhere for a new lair?" Drakken heard leave his lips. He mentally scowled at himself. Why couldn't he just spit it out?

"You have lots of lairs! You pick one."

"I want you to choose one!"

"Ugh, fine. Timeshare. Done."

"No, a new lair! Someplace you'd like."

"Why?" she asked with a slight grimace.

Drakken hesitated, and then swallowed his nerves. "Because I want someplace that's ours!"

Shego's brow rose. "...What do you mean?"

Drakken took a deep breath and plunged forward. "You keep calling the lair 'mine.' I think of them all as ours but...if you don't, we'll get a new one that really is ours."

Shego's lips parted and she seemed, for once, to be searching for something to say.

"...No need to get all sappy just because we sleep together, Doc," was what she finally came up with, dismissing his words with an eye-roll.

Drakken pursed his lips, and then impulsively leaned forward and kissed her soundly. She gave a hum of surprise, but kissed him back with equal passion for several seconds until he pulled away.

"No, it's time we talked about this," he insisted. "You can't just put me on this...emotional see-saw and leave me there alone."

Shego raised an eyebrow. "A see-saw only works with two people."

"You know what I— No, that's the problem! You keep changing your mind about us. You won't tell me what you want."

Shego glanced away, her eyes immediately becoming troubled. Drakken studied her, his mind racing and trying to get one step ahead of her. Everything had been fine when they first got together, until his unwitting lack of attention to her. Clearly he was still making mistakes, or else he would know exactly where they stood. And she wouldn't go back to her room so often...

He leaned forward and kissed her again, this time more softly. She met his lips hungrily and her glow went out a split second before her arms circled around him and up his back, her fingers pressing into his tense trapezius muscles. He couldn't help but meet her passion, and it was only the pounding of the rain that brought him back to the present in the close darkness.

"Shego... I love you."

She didn't answer.

"T-turn the light back on," he fairly gasped as he tried to catch his breath from the kiss.

A moment of silence passed, and he wondered if she wasn't going to comply. But then the familiar glow from her hand illuminated their faces in green again.

"I love you, Shego." Why did she look so nervous? They had said it before.

"I know," was her answer a moment later, her eyes not quite focusing on his.

Drakken's heart leapt to his throat. Had her feelings changed...? Had he made so many mistakes that she had decided not to bother with him? And just make their relationship something...temporary?

"Shego..." His heart was pounding. "Do you still love me?"

Her eyes, fairly glowing in the light of her power, centered in on his. She looked slightly annoyed.

"Yes."

"Then...what's wrong?"

As she stared back at him in silence and seeming confusion his anxiety rose evermore. The seconds were passing too slowly and too quickly all at once, and he almost immediately ran out of patience.

"I'm sorry I don't know how to do any of this. I've never been in a relationship before. Please, Shego...whatever I did wrong this time, I didn't do it on purpose. Just tell me and...I'll fix it. If you...if you can be patient with me, I promise I'll fix it." He paused to swallow nervously as her eyes were now examining his face, thoughtful, and a bit cautious. "Maybe a...a new lair can be a fresh start. And you can tell me all the things I should and shouldn't be doing, and—"

Shego's free hand suddenly covered his mouth. He looked into her eyes.

"Dr. D.... Did you ever consider...you're the one leaving me on an emotional see-saw?"

Drakken's brow rose. Had he...?

He thought back and tried to consider everything from her perspective. His habits hadn't changed in terms of his work in the lab...which she interpreted as him not being interested. Or...did she think he was only interested in one thing? And then, she could have viewed his smothering affections as fake overcompensation. And since he didn't know what her request of 'just be normal' meant, he had been tiptoeing around her for days...and had probably been anything but normal.

He took a deep breath through his nose as he realized...she may in fact be as clueless as he was. What made him assume she knew how to do relationships either? He cleared his throat, and her hand slowly lowered from where it covered his mouth.

"Shego... I want you to choose a place for...our new lair. And...if that one gets destroyed, you can choose the next one. And the one after that. Because...I can work almost anywhere, but I know you have particular tastes and...I want you to be happy."

Shego stared at him, studying him again as if searching for an ulterior meaning to his words. Finally, she sighed and her gaze fell.

"See-saw, Doc..." Her voice was slightly shaky, which surprised him.

Drakken very nearly said that she could be more up front with her feelings too, but...it wasn't the time to assign blame. He wanted her. And if she wasn't sure of that, as he now suspected, he'd make her sure. And they could go from there.

"Shego..." He let one arm go from his tight hold on her and brought it forward to hold her hand. "I want you with me forever."

Her lips parted...but then came together as her brow furrowed slightly.

"And...?"

Drakken swallowed and glanced away nervously. He knew what he wanted to say... What he needed to say. And it seemed that before the words were even spoken, she knew they were coming... Maybe it was what had been missing all along. Or at least...it was a start.

"Shego..." He swallowed again. Her gloved fingers tightened on his, and the thundering of the rain outside was eclipsed by his heart pounding in his ears. "I want you to marry me. That is...will you? Marry me?"

He had only a moment to see her smile before the glowing green light went out and she flung her arms around his neck, holding him tightly.

Drakken choked slightly, but she didn't loosen her grip. He felt as if light and heat were racing through his veins as he returned her hug. He heard and felt her sigh, her frame shaking slightly in his embrace, but the sound was one of pure happiness.

"Is that a yes?" he finally asked quietly.

She slowly pulled out of the hug and her hand ignited again. There was a smirk on her lips, but delight in her eyes.

"Do you...really mean it?" she asked, glancing away shyly for a moment and chuckling. Her hand on his neck began playing with his hair.

Drakken took a breath. For a moment he was lost in her eyes, in the hope and the joy she was suddenly displaying openly—such a contrast to her guarded, sarcastic persona.

Were those words really all that had been missing?

"I love you," he said as he leaned toward her. "And I want you forever."

His face was but a breath from hers as he spoke. She barely gave him a chance to finish before her lips were on his, and all his worries faded instantly at the tenderness of her touch. The green ambience vanished and Shego's hand found his cheek, cupping it gently as he leaned back into the chair and pulled her tightly against him.

For all the weeks they'd been together, and all the kisses and deeper intimacies they'd shared, this kiss was different. It was a kiss of reckless abandon, as finally they each knew without a doubt. What they had together was far more than lust. They had a promise of forever. And it sent Drakken's blood racing.

His hands pressed into her shoulders as he kissed her back, and when his tongue slid deftly against hers a lusty hum sounded from within her throat. Compelled, he pulled his lips from hers and fastened them to her throat in the small space between her jaw and her suit collar. One of his hands wove into her hair, and she gasped at the sudden, seductive touch.

"Oh, Drakken..." she sighed. She sank against him, almost limp in his arms. But then she pulled away slightly and Drakken's lips left her throat as her hand illuminated the darkness again. He stared at her large, smiling eyes in the space between them as their chests heaved. "I love you," she said, her cheeks coloring. Her gaze dropped shyly for a moment before she put her arms around him again and murmured into his ear in the resulting darkness. "And I want to be your wife."

Drakken was overcome, in more ways than one. His trembling fingers gripped her arms tightly as he placed a careless kiss on her cheek.

"Bed?" he asked quickly, breathlessly.

"Mmh... This is nice too," she countered, echoing his words from before. She curled into his chest and rested her forehead against his cheek. "But soon."

He leaned his head against hers, focusing on the softness of her hair as he tried to catch his breath. The rain still pouring outside and chill in the air helped his racing blood settle, but the flame in his heart he knew would only grow. They had found their equilibrium.

As much as he hoped the moment would last forever...he also hoped 'soon' really meant soon.

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Banished (Part 16)

*Not my Gif*

Summary: When the 100 was sent to the ground, Y/N Y/L/N was one of them. Having been locked up for almost 8 years, how will she react to surviving on Earth? Especially when she gets banished…

Post Date: 9-20-19

Paring: Bellamy Blake x Reader (it’s gonna get there, I promise 😉)

Word Count: 2.1K

A/N: I know this one was mainly focused on Y/N but I hope I make up for that later and it will make more sense! Also sorry for the wait on Bellamy and her but you know, I’m not really sorry! 😊

I might post another teaser on Wednesday if people want it!

~Banished Master List~

~Master Lists~

*Based off episode 2x03 of the 100 “Reapercussions”

Nothing could’ve prepared you for seeing an army of grounders in cages but your eyes never left Anya in front of you, practically cowering when she met your seething ones. Your breath shook when Clarke put her hand against the cage.

“We’re gonna get you out of here.” She assured her. You didn’t want to believe her, sure leaving someone in these cages was barbaric and cruel but it didn’t matter. Anya and her men tortured you. They tortured Murphy and if it was up to you they’d all be locked in here.

“Clarke.” You muttered making the girl look at you. Your eyes still pierced at Anya, unwavering for a second as Clarke saw what you were getting at.

“We can’t leave them. They’ll kill them.” She argued. You let out a sigh, trying to control the anger building inside of you.

“Better them than us.” Clarke ignored you, finding a crowbar and prying open the door to her cage. “We have to go!” You whispered harshly, grabbing Clarke’s arm and stopping her from working more. She gawked at you before giving the final pressure to break the door open.

“We need her. With her help we can get an alliance with the Grounders.”

“You won’t get an alliance if we’re all dead.” The door to the harvest chamber beeped when it started to open and you and Clarke froze. Anya was beginning to climb out of the cage before Clarke shoves her back in, joining her in the cramped enclosure. You knew three people couldn’t fit in there and you could see Dr. Tsing making her way past the draining body so you closed their cage door and slowly moved to the end of the aisle where you hoped she couldn’t see you.

You looked between the slots of the cage in front of you, watching the doctor pick up a bag of blood from the freezer before turning down the aisle where Anya, Clarke and you sat waiting. Crouching down, you could barely see anything before a hand moved out to touch yours on the bars. The woman inside brought her fingers to her lips, telling you to keep quiet as you nodded, trusting the grounder in front of you for absolutely no reason. Her hand shot out of the cage towards Tsing and she moaned, it was weird to see but what threw you off the most was how everyone copied, making the doctor uncomfortable and retreating back to the medical room.

“Thank you.” You whispered to the tired girl who settled back into her cage, letting her eyes close. Clarke was pulling Anya out before you ran over to them, throwing Anya’s arm over your shoulder and holding her up because you knew leaving her behind wasn’t an option anymore. Clarke ran ahead, pulling open a door that said ‘End Containment Area’ as you all filed in. You dropped Anya’s arm and clutched your stomach, trying to ignore the heavy pain passing through you as the door closed on you three.

Had you have been paying more attention, maybe you would’ve noticed the floor before it disappeared from under you.

The three of you groaned when you hit ground, and your stomach was practically throbbing in pain.

"Next time, don't open your wounds." you whispered to yourself and met Clarke's eyes. It was only then did you realize a hand was laying on your shoulder that most defiantly wasn't yours, Clarke's, or Anya's.

You grimaced and pushed the dead hand off of you, bracing yourself on the edge of the cart to join Clarke and Anya on the other side.

Clarke spotted a pile of clothes on the ground as Anya turned to look at you.

“I’m not leaving my people.” She argues while holding herself up with weak arms against the cart.

“We’ll come back for them, but you can’t help them right now without getting out of here first.” You tried to get her to understand as Clarke informed her about the guards but she just wouldn’t listen.

“There is no ‘we’.” The sound of someone shouting causes you to tense up, knowing nothing good could come out of this. “Someone’s coming.” Anya said pointing out the obvious. You stared at the tunnel where the sounds were coming from as shadows danced across the walls.

“Reapers.” You whispered before Anya tried to pick up something to fight with, receiving a scolding from Clarke before you were all jumping back into the cart of people. You closed your eyes when the Reapers dumped more barely living bodies right on top of you and pushed the cart away with you along with it.

You tried not to move as the grounders on you pushed into your stomach, making you wince every time the cart made a turn the only thing you could do was stare into Clarke’s equally afraid eyes. The cart stopped and the grounders hailed some bodies out, leaving the few of you in the cart with the rest. Clarke peaked over the cart as you pushed the grounder off of you.

“Come on. We have to go.” Clarke whispered before you sat up, realizing the man was groaning in pain. It hurt you to see him like this, even if you didn’t know him. Pushing the hair out of his face you ignored the stares of Anya and Clarke as she yells at you to go.

“Yu gonplei ste odon.” You snapped snapped the grounders neck, letting it echo in the quiet cart before you jump out. Anya watched you the entire time, curious as she observed what Lincoln had taught you about Grounder traditions.

The three of you made your way through the tunnels, trying to find any way to the outside but you couldn’t. “This place is a maze!” You shouted and came to a stop, leaning your hands on your knees to catch your breath. Your body ached from the running and you’d do anything for a quick rest but it wasn’t in your cards apparently.

“What were they doing with us?” Anya asks as Clarke looks down the tunnel, checking for Reapers.

“They’re using your blood.” You told her as she furrowed her brows, letting you straighten your breathing out. “Your bloods healing them somehow. I don’t know but someone with major burn marks apparently got all better in a matter of days.” You followed Clarkes lead, peaking around the corner side of the tunnel before Anya walked past you. “Where are you going?”

“You go your way, I’ll go mine.” She declared as you threw your arms up, letting Clarke take the lead on convincing her to stay. You didn’t care if she left or not, you only cared about getting out of here and back to- and back to no one. You clenched your jaw when Bellamy popped into your mind, you knew he had to be alive but so what if he was? You and him weren’t anything and you’d never truly allow yourself to be. You didn’t know him. And he most definitely didn’t know you. That what you had to keep telling yourself and maybe you’d believe it.

“Let’s go.” Clarke grumbled as she pushed past you, letting you realize Anya was no where to be found. You didn’t press it though. Instead you followed the leader going after Anya and looking out for Reapers as much as you could.

Neither of you said much as you walked down each tunnel, keeping the conversation to a quick ‘which way’ and nothing more, until Clarke brought up the one conversation you didn’t want to have.

“I’m sorry we closed the doors to the drop ship.” You bit your lip and nodded, putting yourself more into searching in order to ignore her, but she wouldn’t have been deterred. “You understand why we had to do it right?”

“Clarke. I don’t blame you for closeting the doors.” You assured her in a harsh tone, causing her to stop walking and stare wide eyed. You sighed, placing your hands on hips and looking at the ground. Honestly, you weren’t mad at Clarke for closing the doors, you would’ve done the same thing. What you were mad at exceeded that problem by a mile. “I’m mad because I came back and everyone treated me like I never left. They treated me like they didn’t kick me out and lock the door.”

You were mad because no one bothered to convince Clarke and Bellamy to let you stay. They only tried after you were gone, but by then the damage was already done. It was Clarke’s turn to nod her head and you scoffed, letting your emotions get the better of you. You were about to let her have it before groans filled your ears and you and Clarke took off running.

Your feet pounded against the dirt below you, scraping to a stop when the tunnel walls brought you in.

“Please, no!” Clarke pleaded as if it would’ve made a difference. You pounded on the tunnel walls,, hoping something would’ve happened but nothing. Until a high pitched screeching caused you to snap your head back, seeing heavily covered guards pointing guns towards you both and the Reapers fell to the ground. You thought they shot them at first before you realized that the sound caused them to fall.

“Clarke Griffin, Y/N Y/L/N, you’re coming with us.” One of them ordered as you and Clarke exchanged worried glances. They began to make their way to you and you stepped back to the wall, pressing your back as one of them grabbed your arm.

“No!” You yelled and shoved her fist into the side of his face, causing his to stumble back as two more guards grabbed your elbows, not letting you take another swing. You thought Clarke would’ve fought back or something but she didn’t, only trying to talk with them as they pulled you along the tunnels again. Your head hung low ignoring the possessive hands griping you no matter how hard you try and make them release.

“We know what you’re doing to them. We know everything.” Clarke argues as you take a small glance at her, hoping she’d stop talking. You knew better than to talk back when someone else is in power. She didn’t seem to catch your eyes before the guard spoke up.

“That’s why you’re going right into the harvest chamber with them.” He told you both before speaking to the people inside Mount Weather, telling them to open up. You were about to admit defeat before a cry above caused you to have hope and Anya swung in, ripping the helmets off the guards. When they started screaming out in pain and released you you tried to fight back, pulling one of their masks off before they screamed.

“The masks!” You cried out as Clarke and Anya started ripping off their masks and soon they all fell, allowing you to run away. You didn’t get far though as Anya led you to a clearing in the tunnel walls. You leaned over, catching the water colliding on the surface and Clarke shook her head.

“There has to be another way.” She shouted barely audible over the sound of rushing water. The guards round the corner and Clarke held up a fun she nabbed from the guards earlier, pointing it at them as Anya took the jump.

“Clarke, come on!” You yelled as she looked back at you, seeing the worry in your face when you glanced between her and the guard. She reluctantly put her hand down before turning into a full sprint towards the edge of the dam. You followed, not listening to the shouts of the guards as they neared you before you fell off.

The water rushed past your ears as you hit the surface, instantly getting sucked under as water infiltrated your lungs. You started to black out as you fought to the surface only for a pair of hands to wrap around your waist, hauling you to shore and letting water sputter out of your mouth.

You gasped for a breath, clenching your wrists together before opening your eyes. Clarke passed out was the first thing you saw and thought she might’ve had the same thing that happened to you happen to her but when Anya looked down at you holding a rock you knew it wasn’t like that.

“You burned 300 of my warriors and I can’t show my face without a prize.” She said before the rock made contact with your skull, knocking you out and leaving you defenseless.

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Day 9: Shackled

(We’ll scream, we’ll dream.)

Whumptober 2019 Day 9: Shackled

Word Count: 1816

Relationships: Moceit (NOT consensual), Moxiety (past), allusions to Moduke (past)

Warnings: Unsympathetic Patton, childhood kidnapping/growing up in captivity (mentioned), rape (non-explicit but it does happen), abuse (mainly physical), cursing, lots of vulgar/explicit language, misgendering/deadnaming. Please tell me if I’m missing any.

A/N: yeah, this one is pretty heavy too. it also includes non-con, and although it isn’t super graphic/explicit, i highly advise you to stay away if that will make you uncomfortable. sorry it’s an hour late, blah blah blah, this is becoming a habit and it’s not a good one

Virgil can’t stop feeling so goddamn guilty.

He should have paid more attention, over the years he was with Patton. He should have questioned why his boyfriend would disappear into the basement, often for hours at a time, without a single explanation. He should have seen how disturbed Patton was, realized that he needed professional help. He should have seen it, should have known that Dee was down here suffering all this time, but he didn’t. He didn’t, and now Dee is traumatized, and she’s lost so much of her life and her childhood and her personal autonomy, and it’s Virgil’s fault. It’s his fault.

No, no, it’s not. It’s not his fault. He has to stop doing that. He knows that this is just a product of his anxiety, and he’s unrealistically feeling responsible. There wasn’t anything he could have done. Even if he did find out about Dee’s presence earlier, there would be no guarantee he’d have even been able to help her, and it would probably have just sped up the timeline. Who knows, maybe Patton would’ve left him down here with her.

Like now.

Even here, as Dee stands against the wall, open and unashamed with her nudity, there’s something closed-off in the air. Virgil feels an odd, overwhelming sense of insecurity that comes from a place he can’t pinpoint, somewhere ashamed. He knows it’s not his fault. It’s not his fault. It’s Patton’s doing.

“Dee, I don’t… I don’t know if he’s gonna come down here again, and I’ll try my best to make sure nothing happens to you if he does, but… I’m chained up like you are. I’ll-- I’ll get us out, but I might… I might need a little more time, okay? Not long, but…” Virgil trails off, low, strained voice echoing off the concrete walls of the basement. Delilah’s eyelashes flutter as she snaps to attention, jolts her head up to look for danger, and then relaxes minutely when she processes the statement. Virgil hates Patton. He hates him.

“Y’h… Been down here a long time anyway. Used to it. I c’n wait,” Dee murmurs, eyes trained at her bare feet, and Virgil feels his fury sharpen like a knife. She shouldn’t have to wait, shouldn’t be used to it. She should have had a good childhood, grown up properly. She should have been able to go to sports games with her friends, ordered pizzas and played video games, felt the pride of graduating from high school. She should have been able to feel the joy of her friends using the right name, to buy her first skirt, to have girl’s nights and sleepovers. She should have had a life. A real life. Not this.

Things get quiet again. They’ve been going in and out of bouts of silence for a while, have been lost in their own thoughts. There is a bit of light coming from upstairs, but it’s not exactly enough to see well by, and there isn’t really anything to do but wait. Virgil’s already tried to yank at the shackles, see if they could break if he pulled hard enough, but it was to no avail. So. Now he just… waits.

The creak of the basement door is a sound that is all too familiar to Virgil, one that he heard so many times while rarely ever questioning it. Patton told him he was making friendship jewelry. Virgil should have seen through his bullshit. Aside from the fact that the memories of Patton disappearing down here over and over and over without any repercussions or suspicion through the years are probably going to be ones that will haunt Virgil for the rest of his life, he knows he needs to focus on now, focus on Dee, and focus on keeping Patton busy.

And Patton’s down here in their presence again, rambling on about something that goes completely over Virgil’s head. It’s some shit about how great he slept last night with Virgil not there, how he had the bed all to himself, and Virgil couldn’t give a single fuck about his attempt to make Virgil angry. He’s already angry, and if he really wants to infuriate him, he’s gonna have to do better than that.

“Why, hello, Ethan. You’re looking ugly today,” Patton greets cheerfully, doesn’t notice the way Dee flinches when he says the wrong name. Virgil doesn’t blame her for not telling him. It’s none of his goddamn business to know. Even so, Virgil still feels bad for her, because it’s not like growing up in captivity has really allowed her to do any personal searching, have creative expression, or experiment with herself. Virgil’s parents were similarly strict, and although his situation was never anywhere close to being as bad as Delilah’s is, he sorta gets it.

“Y’know, if you weren’t such a disgusting excuse of a human being, I might have made you my boyfriend. Would you like that? D’you want to be my pretty, docile little housewife? Wanna be my cute little fucktoy, bend over whenever I tell you?” Patton asks, tone high as if he’s talking to a child, or a dog, and that’s probably not far from how he views her. Patton’s narcissistic demeanour is one of the most infuriating things Virgil has ever had the misfortune of witnessing, but he can’t lose control. He needs to reign in his vexation, stay in control of the situation. It’s for Delilah’s sake.

“You couldn’t get with someone you wanted even if you tried. Nobody wants your small dick,” Virgil spits, pulls against his chains again in frustration even as the rest of his body remains still. He’s pleasantly surprised that he’s able to keep the urgency out of his voice, since it’s imperative to not show Patton weakness right now. As soon as he finds a crack in the wall, a break in the code, he’ll latch onto it and exploit it. Virgil can’t let that happen.

“Hmph, really? You seemed to be enjoying my ‘small dick’ all those times I fucked you so good you couldn’t even speak. But maybe that was a different Virgil?” Patton muses, sneers from the side as he strokes Delilah’s trembling face with the backs of his fingers. Virgil wants to yell, and scream, and punch Patton so hard it knocks him straight into hell, but he can’t. He can’t show emotion, can’t show fear. He has to make him angry.

“Oh, please, are you that delusional? I didn’t speak because there was nothing to say. It was boring. I wanted to yawn every single time we had sex, but I guess my plan to stroke your ego and make you think I wanted you worked, didn’t it? The only reason I stayed with you was for your house and money. You cooked for me every night, gave me a bed and a roof, and that’s honestly all I really got out of this. You couldn’t fuck someone into speechlessness if your life depended on it, you’re too boring and vanilla to attract anyone else, and I could easily have up and left a three for a ten. Sorry, bud, but you never had me.” Virgil finishes his rant with a loud scoff, a flourish to really hammer his point home. He can see how furious it makes him. He can relish in the way Patton’s brows pull down with his enragement, even as he senses a whisper of guilt work its way into his chest. Virgil hates that he feels bad, hates that he’s outright lying. He wishes that it were true, but it’s not. And at least he gets Patton’s attention, but then Patton doesn’t look very mad anymore.

“Oh, I see what’s going on here,” Patton says, tone mocking. He looks nonplussed as he turns to Virgil, huffs a laugh as he stalks toward him. Virgil isn’t afraid. He wants to punch him. “You’re trying to distract me.”

“What, like you were too distracted by that pretty young secretary Abby to keep Remus from leaving you?” Virgil retorts scathingly, and even as a flash of anger slices through Patton’s eyes, even as a fist slams into his stomach and he chokes out a whine, he knows he’s won. He knows that Patton knows, too.

“How did you know about Remus?” Patton hisses, yanks Virgil’s head up by the chin when he lolls forward. Virgil stays silent, just apathetically stares Patton down, and the latter of the two growls and whips the palm of his hand across a bruised cheek. The cough that comes out is rough, but he doesn’t yell out, and that just incenses Patton more. “Answer me!”

Virgil breathes slowly out through his nose. He can see Dee cowering in the corner, terrified as she watches them dance, and Virgil slowly raises his head up. His eyes meet Patton’s once more, narrow in the tense silence, and then he spits blood directly in Patton’s face. “Go fuck yourself.”

And he looks furious, madder than Virgil has ever seen him. It’s almost funny, how Patton reels his arm back, prepares to send another blow rocketing into Virgil’s already weak body. But then Patton’s anger bleeds from his face, is replaced by cold amusement and a malicious grin, and Virgil feels dread sink into his stomach. Something is wrong. He’s supposed to be pissed, but he’s not, so what is he planning?

But then Patton spins around, stomps toward an increasingly more horrified Delilah, and Virgil doesn’t bother swallowing down the shout that bursts from his throat. And Virgil can’t do anything, can’t move as Patton slaps away Dee’s defensive hands, can’t break the chains as he pushes her up against the wall. He can’t help her when she shakes her head back and forth violently, can’t stop him when Patton rips an anguished cry from the defenseless girl, and Virgil is going to throw up.

He can’t watch. He can’t watch her terror morph into apathy, watch her face slowly shift from severely distressed to droopy neutrality. He can’t watch her become quiet, watch her arm fall like dead weight to hang at her side. He can’t watch, so he squeezes his eyes shut and blocks it out.

No.

He promised! He fucking promised he would get her out, that he wouldn’t let Patton keep causing her to suffer. He said he would stop the torture, and as soon as he’s being tested, he curls up and cries like a baby? No. No. He isn’t going to break his promise to her. He can’t let her down, betray the meager trust she’s already been kind enough to give to him. She’s gone through so much already, and Virgil gave her hope, and he can’t abandon that. Fuck this. Fuck Patton and every deranged thing he’s ever done.

Virgil opens his eyes, and his vision is tinged in red.

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DDND Ch.17 | KJI

Group: EXO

Member: Kim Jongin

Theme: Fluff | Dancer!AU | Dormmmate!AU

Word Count: 2,003

❀ Chapter 17: No Way ❀

That wasn't— That— That's not for me, right?

I mean, if it was, he meant as a friend, right? It could be for his mom or something.

Yes. Right.

You nodded in agreement, clearly just trying to convince yourself. You suddenly shook your head before glancing at Sehun's sleeping form.

"Aish." You mumbled, finally getting out of the room and silently closing the door. You got your bag and looked at the clock near the door.

"Oh goodness. It's past 10 already."

You quickly opened the front door and went out to go home.

The journey back home was quiet and fast. There were a few cars on the streets but you can only count the people you passed by on your way. You sighed in exhaustion and relief as you finally saw the familiar gates of your dorm.

You were expecting Kai to open the gates and welcome you home but he wasn't there.

With your lower lip jutted out, you climbed up the gates and jumped down as you reached on the middle step. You took out your key for the front door and opened it. You smiled as you close the door and got ready to run to your room—

"It's quarter to 11 now. Where were you?"

You stopped on your tracks and slowly turned to the awfully familiar voice.

Kai was calmly sitting on the couch with his legs apart and arms crossed like a boss.

You gulped as you faced him.

Why am I even nervous? It's not like it's his business, right?

With that in mind, you stood up straight and confidently looked back at him but ending up cowering at his intense stare.

"W-Why are you glaring at me?" You asked, finally finding your voice somewhere. Kai didn't even blink at your question.

"Why are you trying you change the topic? How about you give me a reasonable answer to my question earlier?"

You looked away, biting your lip in frustration.

"I-I was just at a friend's apartment..." You mumbled quietly, even barely to be heard, but Kai's hearing was sensitive.

"Sehun's?"

Your eyes widened, totally giving you away by your reaction. Kai scoffed.

How-How did he know that? Did he stalk me?!

"What in hell did you do there?" Even though he looks like he's mad, he asked you with his calm voice.

"H-He was sick. I figured he has no one to take care of him—"

"Are you really his friend or a nanny? Why does he need someone to take care of him? Isn't he a 23 year old boy now?" Kai argued, cutting your explanation off. You were getting annoyed by Kai's childish reasons.

"We're only friends, Kai. If you weren't informed, friends take care of each other whatever the circumstances are. Sehun might be a grown up man now but sometimes a person can rely on someone when they can't help themselves. He's just living by himself—"

"That's the point! Sehun's living by himself, that's why you shouldn't have gone there alone. You should've asked me to come with you or anyone!"

"You're the only one who thinks like that, Kai. Don't you trust your own best friend? I haven't known him as long as you have but I know Sehun won't do anything bad. Sehun's my friend too." You said, inwardly calming your raging self. You saw Kai stand up and walk towards you.

He looked deep into your eyes like he's trying to find something in them.

"Sehun's a friend to you..." He trailed off, not taking his eyes off you.

"But do you think you he only sees you as a friend?"

You don't know why but what Kai said hit you so much that it hurts.

Kai sighed at your expression.

You were looking down, deep in thought as you doubt Sehun's perspective of you.

That's impossible, right?

"Okay. Never mind that. Just go to sleep now. I know you're tired, babe. I'm sorry." Kai said before kissing your forehead for a while, claiming your hand with his and leading you upstairs to your room.

Why would Kai say that?

Sehun doesn't like me that way, right?

There's no way Sehun would see me as anything other than a sister or a friend.

Right?

♫ ❧ ♫ ❧ ♫ ❧ ♫ ❧ ♫

"EH?!"

You groaned as Tiffany whined.

"Seriously?! Nothing happened last night?! He only scolded you and that's all?!" Tiffany exclaimed incredulously. You looked at her.

"What did you expect, unnie?"

"I thought he would say..."

"Why did you even go to another man's house? You're mine now, right? I don't really like sharing my property, especially you."

"What..." You glared at her. Tiffany just shrugged with a frown.

"Hey, I'm just a girl with my own creative mind. I can imagine him saying that. He's hot anyway." Tiffany casually said as she flipped the café's sign to 'open'.

"That was not appropriate, unnie."

"Oh sorry. It's just he still doesn't have a girlfriend and he's hot and he's single because he still doesn't have a girlfriend."

"You're obviously emphasizing that he's single." You sighed, touching the screen in front of you as you entered your ID number. You're the cashier for the day.

"Really? Didn't notice."

"Hey, guys." Joohyuk entered, his hair still wet from shower. You just nodded and focused on your work. He frowned.

"Yo, Hyuk." Tiffany greeted, standing beside you. "Why're you late again?"

"Nam Joohyuk late again." Jongdae suddenly appeared out of nowhere with a folder on his hand. Joohyuk grinned sheepishly as he greeted the manager.

"Sorry. I was just finishing up the requirements for my documents." Joohyuk explained as he bowed at Jongdae.

"Oh. You're going to Singapore to study, right?" Jongdae asked, nodding at him.

"Yes, sir. I'll be passing my requirements this afternoon that's why I checked everything this morning. I'm sorry."

"It's fine. I hope everything goes well for you." Jongdae smiled before going back to his office.

Yup. You read it right.

Your best friend for years, Nam Joohyuk, will be flying to Singapore next month to study more. Joohyuk has actually planned this already when you two were still in college.

"Too bad, Lin can't come with me." Joohyuk said with a sad smile. You looked at him with a grin.

"I know you can't live without me but you can do it. I know you can. It's your dream, right?"

You actually planned it with him in college, that you two will go abroad to study more about your chosen courses. Joohyuk with Engineering while you with Medicine. You really wanted to come with him before but now, a lot has changed.

You're still gonna attend your father's wedding next month too.

And there are a lot of people you're afraid to leave behind.

Not that Joohyuk wouldn't be sad to leave you and Tiffany or his mom. You understand that it's his dream not only for himself but for his family too.

But you...

Are you even dreaming?

You took Medicine in college but you stopped reaching out.

You stopped walking forward and chose to stay where you stopped at.

Joohyuk is passionate about achieving his dreams. He'll do whatever it takes to reach it even though it took him a lot of time to earn money for that. He's dreaming higher every time but continuously taking steps towards his goal.

You're totally different from him.

"What about your mom though? Who will be with her?" Tiffany asked, seeing how spaced out you are.

"Uhm." Joohyuk glanced at your blank face. "She'll be staying at her sister's house. I know they'll take care of her. I already explained to her everything she needs to know."

"When are you gonna come back her though? Maybe you'll be an engineer already!" Tiffany exclaimed as she pouted.

"I'll visit when I have free time. Noona, that'll be too far from the present!" Joohyuk whined as he went to the locker room. Tiffany just snickered at him and turned to you.

"You okay?"

You slowly nodded.

"Yeah. I am."

"You want to be a doctor, right?"

You smiled at her.

"Yeah, I did." You replied, looking back at the screen in front of you. Tiffany just observed you.

"You still do." She stated with certainty. You blinked. "I can see it. You just don't belong being behind the counters, dear. You deserve more. And you can do so much more than this."

You closed your eyes as if you're in pain, trying to keep the tears in.

"I already stopped, unnie. There's no point continuing it."

"Bullshit." Tiffany mumbled, rolling her eyes.

Sometimes she's adorable, sometimes she's a bitch.

"It's never too late, Lin! You're smart, reliable, responsible, caring and all of the synonyms you can get from those words! You can't just give up just because you stopped. I'm sure your dad will approve when you tell him what you want." Tiffany exclaimed as if it was her problem. You frowned.

"I don't think so."

"Just think about it. You won't lose anything."

"Unnie. I don't want to leave anyone. Not you, not Taeyong, not even my dad, not aunt Sunny nor even the tenants in our dorm, not this café." You said, bowing at the first customer for this morning.

You smiled at the customer as she started telling her order.

"Leaving doesn't mean you'll never come back. It's for your future anyway, I'm sure everyone will want the best for you. Think about yourself this time, Lin. It's not all about others every time."

You ignored what Tiffany said but her words kept ringing in your head.

"Think about yourself this time, Lin."

You shook your head and focused on working.

No. I'm fine here. I'm not leaving.

♫ ❧ ♫ ❧ ♫ ❧ ♫ ❧ ♫

"Are you excited for the dinner this Friday, noona?"

You rolled your eyes at your brother's excited tone.

"No, I'm not."

"But your little bro is! You'll finally meet Aunt Ji Hyo~"

"Whatever. How's school?" You averted the topic as you eat your potato chips while taking out an old notebook.

"School was fun, noona. We're discussing Trigonometry this quarter in Math! Isn't that cool?!"

"I think you're the only one who finds Trigonometry cool, dongsaeng." You said as you opened the notebook in your hand. Reading the first page, the words were written in a creative way, occupying the whole page with designs on every corner.

What I Want To Do List:

"Ey. That's a bummer, noona. Anyway, how's it going there?"

"Joohyuk's gonna go to Singapore to study next month and he'll leave a week before the wedding. Everything aside from that is the same here." You said as you went to the next page, it has drawings on it. An airplane with 3 people peaking at the windows and a huge globe below it.

1) Travel the world with Joohyuk and Tiffany unnie. <3

"Really? That's good for him then! Too bad he can't go to father's wedding."

"Yeah. Too bad." You whispered as you read the next page. Hearts were everywhere, a drawing of a girl and a boy that was obviously copied from the internet was on the page.

2) Have a boyfriend! Kyahh.

"Are you okay, noona?"

And then after that two pages, only words were there on the next ones.

3) Understand father's decisions.

"Are you still there, noona?

4) Stop crying.

"I'm getting worried now, noona! Answer me please."

5) Just stop it. You won't get anywhere.

Before you knew it, the tears from your eyes started falling on the page.

And then you see something at the end of the page.

It doesn't have a number, indicating it's not on the list but instead...

I'll go abroad with Joohyuk and be successful once I finish studying Medicine! You'll see, appa! I can do it!

A promise to yourself.

"I'm fine, Tae."

You haven't even started dreaming that long but you stopped trying already.

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❀ Ch.18

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massivedrickhead · 5 years

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Home: Chapter 8/8

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Epilogue

Beca arrived back in Hogsmeade on the night before the one year anniversary of the Battle of Hogwarts. Hogwarts was hosting a memorial service honouring those who had fallen and celebrating the victory they'd won. Beca still wasn't sure how she was gonna face it.

She felt sick and shaky as she walked around the picturesque village. She had a room booked in the Hog's Head booked for the night, and she was eager to get there so she could have a drink and settle her nerves. It took a glass or two of Firewhiskey to get her through the day now.

As she made her way to the inn she passed by a new statue that had been erected in the centre of the village square. The statue showed what appeared to be a Hogwarts student with their wand aimed at some unseen foe. The student's long hair was flowing behind her, her face held an expression of determination.

She didn't remember it being that way, but she figured no one wanted a statue that showed children cowering behind a broken pillar.

The student was stood on a plinth that had 'To those who fought and died at the Battle of Hogwarts' engraved on it. Below was a list of names.

Beca found hers quickly. Her eyes filled with tears as she reached up to brush her fingers against the engraved gold lettering.

'Chloe Beale, 17.'

The list was made up of over 50 names with their ages, all of them had died fighting against Voldemort and his followers. There were no Death Eaters memorialised on this statue, she saw.

She wiped her eyes on the back of her hand and made her way to the Hog's Head.

She really needed that drink.

The inside of the Hog's Head was dark and grubby and busier than she'd like, but it she knew it was still considerably quieter than the Three Broomsticks would be. She was in too much danger running into people there, and she wasn't ready to face her friends yet.

"Hey, I have a room booked for two nights," Beca said, approaching the bar.

"Name?" The gruff barman asked, opening a large book and looking down at the list of names.

"Beca Mitchell," she replied.

His eyes flicked up from the book.

"Student?"

"I was. I'm not now," she said. She could feel her hands sweating and her stomach turning.

He grunted and seemed satisfied. She let out a sigh of relief. She was tired of people asking her about the battle. She had to relive it every night in her dreams, she didn't want to talk about it when she was awake.

He dropped a key on the bar in front of her. "Room 12," he said.

She pocketed the key but didn't leave the bar. "Can I get a double Firewhiskey?"

He poured out her drink. "On the house," he said.

"Why?" Beca asked, her hand in her bag, ready to pull out her money.

"Kids that fought in that battle don't pay for drinks here," he said.

"How do you know I fought?"

"You've got that look in your eye," he said.

She drank the Firewhiskey in one swallow and felt immediately better. The fire spread down her throat and into her stomach, burning away the sickness and anxiety that had settled in her since she'd arrived.

He poured another for her. "Take it easy with this one," he said, screwing the lid back on the bottle and replacing it on the shelf. "Carry on drinking it like that and you'll do yourself some damage."

"The damage is already done," she said, tipping the glass back. "Thanks for the drinks."

She climbed down off the barstool and made her way up to her room. Carrying her trunk and empty owl cage with her. Newt was out hunting and Beca didn't expect to see him for a few nights. He always found where she was though.

It was only 10pm but she changed into some pyjamas and climbed into bed. The bed was small and the mattress was lumpy, but Beca didn't mind.

The Firewhiskey had done its job, and Beca found she could think about Chloe without it causing her too much pain.

She pulled a photograph out of her wallet, and curled up on her side watching it.

It was a photo of her and Chloe, taken during that first blissful summer they had spent together.

The two were laughing and hugging and just basking in the joy of being together.

"I miss you," she whispered, wishing Chloe could hear her. Wishing she could respond.

She woke up the next morning with a stiff neck from the bed, and a dull ache in her head from the Firewhiskey.

The carriages to take them up to Hogwarts were leaving Hogsmeade station at 11am, so Beca showered and dressed and made her way back down into the bar.

She didn't feel ready to do this. She didn't want to see Hogwarts again, and she wasn't sure if she was ready to see her friends again. The last time she'd seen them was at Chloe's funeral, and although she'd replied to the occasional letters they'd sent, she knew she should have made more of an effort to keep in touch.

"You after some breakfast?" The barman from last night asked as Beca sat up on a stool.

Beca shook her head. "Can I get a coffee?"

He nodded and flicked his wand. The coffee maker in the corner started rattling and a few seconds later a cup of lukewarm coffee slid across the bar and stopped in front of her.

She took a sip and tried not to grimace at the taste.

The bar had a few people in it, but it was pretty quiet so she easily heard the tinkle of a bell as the door to the inn opened.

"Beca?"

Beca turned and saw Stacie standing there.

"Hey," Beca said, feeling a rush of anxiety mixed with a sudden desire to cry. She had missed Stacie a lot, but she was afraid she'd be mad at her for not keeping in touch.

To Beca's relief, Stacie crossed the room quickly and pulled Beca into a hug.

"Shit, it's good to see you," Stacie said, closing her eyes as she felt Beca hug her back, tightly. "I've been worried about you."

"Sorry," Beca said, not ready to let go yet. "It's… It's just been hard, you know?"

"I know," Stacie replied.

"How did you know I was here?"

"I didn't," Stacie said, their hug finally ending. "But you weren't at the Three Broomsticks with the others so I figured if you were anywhere it would be here. Now," she placed her hands on Beca's shoulders so she could look into her eyes, "how are you?"

Beca gave a small laugh and shook her head. "I'm fucking terrible," she said.

"Yeah," Stacie said with a sigh, "I figured as much."

"How are you?"

"I'm okay," Stacie said. "I get nightmares a lot. The occasional panic attack. You know, you're standard PTSD stuff. But I've been working through it all with my therapist, so it's better than it was. Plus I got a job at St Mungo's and they're training me to be a Healer which is pretty cool."

"That's awesome, Stace. Not the PTSD stuff, but the therapist and the Healer stuff. I'm so proud of you," Beca said, genuinely happy for the first time in a long time. Stacie had always wanted to be a Healer throughout their school years, but since none of them had been able to take their N.E.W.T.s it was harder for them to get the jobs they wanted. She knew Stacie and Aubrey had gone back to do their exams but Beca hadn't wanted to. She wasn't really sure what she wanted to do anymore anyway.

"Thanks," Stacie said, grinning. "What about you then? What have you been doing with yourself?"

Beca looked down at her watch and saw it was 10:40. "We should get going," she said.

"You'll fill me in later?"

"Yeah," Beca said. "There isn't much to tell though."

"I still wanna hear about it," Stacie said as they walked out of the Hog's Head and towards Hogsmeade station. "Aubrey and the others are meeting us there."

Beca nodded but was starting to feel sick and nervous again.

She wasn't ready to see the castle again.

She wanted to turn around and walk back to the Hog's Head. She wanted to grab her stuff from her room and disapparate. She just wasn't sure where she wanted to go. She still hadn't found home.

But as her steps began to falter, she felt Stacie put a hand on her back.

"It'll be okay," she said, as if she was reading her mind. "I was really freaking out before I went back to do my N.E.W.T.s but it was fine. Just focus on all the good memories you had there, not the bad ones."

Beca nodded again, because she didn't have it in her to answer.

She didn't want to say that the happy memories hurt just as much as the bad ones because they reminded her of what she had lost.

Just past Hogsmeade station she saw crowds of people who were waiting to be taken up the castle. Hagrid was there, helping groups of people into the carriages which would be pulled along by the Thestrals.

With a jolt in her stomach she saw a group of people with red hair before realising they were Weasleys.

She needed a drink.

She greeted Aubrey and Jesse and her other friends without even being really aware of it. She didn't feel present anymore. She felt like she was watching from the sidelines as she climbed into a carriage beside Stacie and the others.

The others were talking loudly but Beca couldn't focus on what they were saying. She was thinking about all the other journeys she had taken in these carriages. With the exception of the one after the battle last year, Chloe had been in all of them.

Always happy, always excited, always endlessly chattering.

Tears filled her eyes as she stared out of the window, trying to forget.

She felt someone tapping her foot, and she looked down to see Aubrey sitting across from her, tapping her foot lightly with her shoe.

Beca's eyes met Aubrey's and she saw they were also full of tears.

"I miss her too," she whispered, just loud enough for Beca to hear. "Every day."

Beca nodded and swallowed, trying not to cry properly. She felt immensely guilty that she hadn't reached out to Aubrey this whole year.

Chloe had been Aubrey's best friend since they were little kids, they'd grown up together.

"I'm… I'm sorry," Beca choked out, her voice barely audible.

The others seemed to notice something was happening and fell silent.

"I'm sorry," Beca said, louder this time.

"Stacie, switch seats with me," Aubrey said, her voice wavering. "Please."

With difficulty, Stacie stood and swapped seats with Aubrey, so the blond was now sitting beside Beca.

Aubrey took Beca's hand and squeezed it tightly. "Don't say sorry," Aubrey said. "You don't have to be sorry, this wasn't your fault."

"I tried to keep her safe," Beca said, crying hard now.

"I know you did," Aubrey replied.

The memorial service passed by in a blur. Professor McGonagall had stood in front of them all and had talked about the battle.

She spoke about the victory they had won, but also about the losses they had suffered.

She read a list of the names of everyone who had lost their lives and then a two minute silence was held which even Peeves had observed.

Other professors and even the Minister for Magic Kingsley Shacklebolt made speeches, but Beca wasn't really listening.

She wanted Chloe. She needed her. It was so unfair… so monstrously unfair that Chloe wasn't here anymore and Beca couldn't stand it. She'd spent the last year travelling around the country, using the money she'd made from selling her family home to stay in pubs and inns and even some muggle B&Bs, trying to outrun these feelings. She'd kept herself numb with Firewhiskey and whatever other alcohol she could buy, and had become adapt and mixing up sleeping draughts so she could sleep without fear of dreaming.

But now she was sober, and back in the only place she had ever called home, and she couldn't run anymore.

She wasn't the only one in the room who was struggling to hold it together, she knew that. The Great Hall was full of loss. Heavy with it. It touched everyone in the room. And Beca tried to remind herself that she wasn't alone. She still had friends that cared. Friends that didn't blame her for what had happened. Friends who felt the same pain she did.

But despite all of this she felt alone.

She had grown up without any kind of love in her life. She'd never gotten anything but cold disdain and hatred from her father and she'd never had friends until she'd gotten to Hogwarts.

Chloe had been the one to show her what love really felt like. Not just romantic love, but the love that comes from friendship and acceptance. Stacie had shown her too, and so did the rest of the friends she'd made, but Chloe was the one who'd singled her out on that first journey to Hogwarts. She'd recognised her surname, known what that meant, but befriended her anyway. Without Chloe she knew Aubrey wouldn't have spoken to her. She wouldn't have joined Flitwick's choir and wouldn't have found herself a group of friends that felt more like family than her own father did. Chloe had shown her what home felt like.

And now Chloe was gone.

Suddenly people around her started applauding and Beca realised the last of the speeches had finished.

"Hey Becs?" Stacie asked from beside her.

"Yeah?"

"Can we go outside? Please?"

"Yeah," Beca said, noticing the way Stacie's breathing was a little quicker than it had been. "Yeah of course." She took Stacie's hand and guided her through the crowd of people that were beginning to stand up from their benches and mingle with each other.

They made it out of the Great Hall and into the grounds and were soon sitting on the slope of grass beside the lake.

"Sorry about that," Stacie said, trying to regain control of her breathing. "I'm not big on crowds and being back in there was rough. Sort of brought it all back."

"That's okay," Beca said. "You don't need to be sorry. Are you okay?"

"Fine," Stacie said. "This just happens sometimes. Thanks for getting me out of there."

"No problem," Beca said.

"You keep disappearing," Stacie said. She tapped Beca on her forehead. "In there."

"Yeah," Beca said. "I don't mean to. I try to stay out of my head as much as I can but it's been hard today. She's just everywhere, you know?"

"I know," Stacie said. "She was really special person. And I know she loved you as much as you loved her. And I can't pretend to know how much it must hurt, but I just wanted to say you aren't alone, Beca."

Beca wiped her eyes and nodded, trying not to cry fully.

"I mean it," Stacie continued. "You're my best friend. I love you and I miss you. And I'm here for you, okay?"

Beca swallowed hard. "Thank you," she choked out. "I miss you too, Stace. And I love you too. I'm sorry I've been such a shit friend this year. I just ran away. I thought it would help. I'm sorry." And she started crying again but this time more from the guilt of abandoning her best friend for the past year. Stacie put an arm around her shoulder and pulled her close.

"Hey, shh, it's okay," she said. "Don't apologise. You're grieving Becs, there's no wrong or right way to do it. Listen, where are you staying now?"

"The Hog's Head?"

"No, I don't mean like, right now. I mean, like where are you living?" Stacie asked.

"Oh, um, nowhere I guess," Beca replied

"What do you mean?"

"I've just been traveling around the country this year. I tried to find my Mom's family but from what I've found out they all died before I was born. I guess that's why she was alone when she died and why I ended up in a foster home," Beca said. "But I found her grave at least, and some pictures." Beca sniffed and wiped her eyes again before she continued. "I don't really have a home anymore Stacie. I've just been staying in pubs and inns trying to figure out what I want to do."

"So what do you want to do?" Stacie asked.

"Get wasted mostly."

"Beca," Stacie sighed.

"I know. I know, it's fucked up. I know it isn't healthy. But I just… I miss her so fucking much. And when I drink enough I can stop thinking about her," Beca said, her voice sounding ragged now. "I just want her back."

"Of course you do," Stacie said, squeezing her close again. "Look, I wanted to ask you something."

"What's that?"

"I want to move out and get a place of my own. I love my parents and everything, but I feel like it's time to, like, take the next step. And I wanted to know if you wanted to move in with me?"

Beca was so taken aback she pulled herself out of Stacie's arms so she could look at her. "Wait, what? For real? Why would you want to live with me?"

Stacie let out a slight huff. "Loads of reasons. Number one, you're my best friend." She started ticking them off on he fingers. "Number two, I miss you and I miss living with you. Number three, you're suffering and I hate that you're doing it alone. Number four-"

"Okay," Beca said, cutting her off. "Okay, I get it. Are you sure about this Stace? I don't have a job or anything yet, and I have money from my dad but it won't last forever and… I'm not the same. I'm… I feel so angry now. I don't want you to see that side of me."

"You think I'm the same as I used to be? I'm angry too, Beca. And I'm scared. A lot. I get panic attacks and nightmares. Did you know that during the battle Aubrey, Jesse and I ended up trapped in a corridor in the pitch black with a bunch of snatchers? One of them had used that Peruvian Instant Darkness Powder without realising it would stop them from seeing too, and they started just throwing out killing curses in a panic. They killed each other but it was only pure luck that they didn't get us. I need to sleep with a fucking night light now," Stacie said, looking angry for the first time all day. "None of us are the same anymore. The battle fucked us all up."

"I'm sorry Stacie," Beca said, feeling immensely guilty again. "I didn't know."

"It's okay," Stacie said. "So, what do you think? I can't do this alone, and I want to do it with you."

Beca hesitated. "Are you sure about this?" She asked.

"More than sure," Stacie said.

Beca took a deep breath. "Okay," she said, allowing herself a smile.

"Yeah? You want to?"

"I want to," Beca said.

How could she say no? Stacie was offering her what she'd been searching for. Stacie was offering her a home.

The End.

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zuxnon · 5 years

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CEO SVT | wonwoo - fast pace

disclaimer: i don’t know what the fuck i’m doig, i didn’t proofread this or anything, i feel weird formatting it to look niceish when it’s bad but imma try anyways, i changed up minor details a bit into it and a good bit of it was written when i was half asleep so if you notice something’s wonky ignore it and/or lmk so i can fix it thanks. ANOTHER DISCLAIMER consider this somewhat of an intro i couldve just made it one long part since the next one is gonna be him too but oh well

summary: everything moves fast when you’re the ceo of a large company. you never have time to waste and when you want something, you get it. what do you do when what you want might not be used to the same lifestyle as you?

seokmin always had weird requests. it was nothing unusual for him to send you, somewhat of an assistant to him, on wild goose chases for random purposes. for that reason, you weren't particularly surprised when he told you to go to a small bookstore across town and buy exactly 15 copies of "The Case of The Missing Heart," a new murder mystery book that had just been published about a week before. you didn't bother questioning it like you might have back when you had just started here. you just grabbed your drink and purse, stood up from your desk, and smiled. "sure, boss." was the only reply you gave him, somewhat hummed in a tone of clear amusement, but he didn't seem to care. he flashed a pearly grin, sent you a wave, and turned back into his office as you turned to leave. there was nothing else to it.

soon enough there you were, scouring the relatively empty bookstore for your boss's most recent questionable request, and you found it. it had probably already been half an hour since you'd left work, you figured he'd probably expect you back in another half hour, and while you doubted he'd care too much, you still didn't want to be late. if you could call it late, that was. with that thought crowding your mind, you quickly snatched a book, then two, then three off the shelves. you would've continued, had you not been distracted by subtle movement out of the corner of your eyes.

standing there, to your utter surprise, was the grim reaper. or, well, you assumed it was more likely a very tall man under a grim-reaper cape, staring down at a game. a game that looked rather familiar from the corner of your eye, and with a risky glance away from the hooded figure and towards the game he was pulling off the shelf, you understood why.

"I worked on that game," you mused aloud, not entirely understanding why you felt the need to tell the grim reaper your life story. but it was too late to do anything about it now, wasn't it? he stilled for a moment, shocked, but slowly turned his head to look at you. you were pretty sure that somewhere under all that thick black fabric, you saw the glint of some silver-rimmed glasses and a few curls of hair.

"You did?" he asked, and if you were to give the grim reaper a voice, it would've probably been something similar to that. your mind briefly flashed back to the scene in goblin where eun-tak asked the goblin if he was the goblin in the library, but you smartly decided against recreating that for fear he might kill you. internally, you gasped. were you already dead? what if this was a test?

wonwoo, on the other hand, was horribly amused. he felt bad, finding amusement in a girl's struggles, but judging by the look on her face, she knew he caught her as soon as she saw his face. he lazily, reached up, finding no reason to continue hiding his identity anymore, and slipped his hood off. she seemed even more stunned. he almost had to bite his lip to hold his smile back, but he somehow managed to keep it at bay without such a show of amusement. she was cute, he noted, but she was also a liar. Wonwoo was friends with the creator of this game, had even made a few appearances to help when he could.

"that's interesting, i didn't see you working when i was there." he said. it was interesting, a change in character that any of his friends would've mocked for months had they seen it, but something about the awkward, familiar energy (familiar in the sense that in some way, she reminded him of himself) she held calmed him. he couldn't explain it, or really understand it, but he could tell she was nothing to be afraid of, she didn't have it in her to tell anyone that he was different around her than his image would suggest. nor did she have the guts to argue, which was also comforting because, well, neither did he.

contrary to his beliefs though, she felt a fire ignite in her veins at his words. the tips of her ears flushed red in embarrassment and she glanced around to make sure nobody was listening in. to her relief, there was nobody around.

"that's interesting, i didn't see you while i was working on it either. as someone credited on the back of the game, you'd think i'd recognize you if you were there." you hissed, crossing your arms defensively over your chest. it wasn't a particularly harsh hiss, but there was no denying the slightly confrontational diction you chose, and he was taken aback just as were you. you, of course, were proud of your work, didn't want that credit stolen from you by some grim-reaper cosplayer who just happened to go shopping and decided to pretend he knew everything about everything- you shut yourself up, knowing you should stop before you made yourself any angrier.

you knew you weren't exactly confrontational, and soon enough the adrenaline of your little outburst had passed and you were slowly cowering back to, avoiding his eyes and looking back to your bookshelf.

"what's your name?" he asked quietly, after quite a few moments of silent staring on his side, flipping the game to see the credits. you said you were on there, and of course you should know your own name.

you shot him a look out of the corner of your eyes, collecting more books off the shelf one at a time. "Why, so you can stalk me? i don't think so."

"oh, so you're admitting that you're not in the game credits?

"I never said that." you bit quietly, frowning to yourself. at this point, he had a bit of a frown on his lips as well. well, at least until he noticed the book you were pulling off the shelf.

"well, i published that book you seem to want so many copies of."

at this point, he was just being an ass. you knew for sure you didn't like this grim reaper. you weren't going to tell some random man off the streets your name, give him more opportunity to find and kill you, and he didn't seem to like that so he decided to mock you. well, it didn't sound like mocking when it fell from his lips but you could tell a mocking word choice when you heard one. you dished out a lot of them yourself, rather than actually confronting people.

"yeah, and i wrote it." you grumbled. with one big, bad idea of a swoop, you somehow managed to catch the rest of the 15 books that somehow fit on that shelf before you used your arm as a makeshift windshield wiper to knock them all in your pile and scurried off. but even though your encounter was brief, somewhat of a reserved argument between reserved people, it left him deep in thought. curious. wondering. and, of course needing that game more than ever before.

and then that was the end of it. you got back to work, followed seokmin's orders and studied more on game creation with the help of both him and the team working for him. you forgot about the cute but obnoxious grim reaper boy and continued on with day to day life. three months passed, to be a little more exact, until the next game launched, and seokmin threw a party. you were still too new to have experienced one of the launch parties before, but he always invited the people he worked most closely with and, of course, his friends. it was somewhat of a small event though, at least in comparison to the expectations you had for such a highly coveted event. or, at least you assumed it was because of the guest list. you didn't know much about your boss' personal life, but it was impossible not to know about seokmin's 12 high-end ceo friends because all of the young women in the building seemed to have a favorite. jeonghan was the name you heard the most. you weren't sure what he did, but you didn't doubt that he was probably gorgeous.

you just didn't find the time to look into it, as you were just finishing up school and devoting all extra time to your job as seokmin's assistant. you started out as an intern, but he liked your drive, your goals, and so he offered you a real job to help pay the bills and get you more experience. he didn't have to help you, but he did and you weren't going to make him regret it.

due to that, this would be your first time meeting any of his friends. you were a little nervous, but you felt the same way meeting anyone. rich, famous, cute as they may have been, you wouldn't let it make you any more nervous than usual. you had little time to be very interested in them, and they would never be interested in you anyways, you're just seokmin's assistant so what would be the purpose of it? theres no sense getting any more nervous around them than you would your mom's friends.

that thought, and any other, cleared when you walked in. it seemed normal. lavish, but that was to be expected. but before you had much of a chance to take in the decorations, you were swept into the madness by a familiar coworker.

time moved quickly, you were never granted with enough seconds to form proper thoughts or observations, feeling like a human hot potato as your coworkers passed you from conversation to conversation- which half the time you could only pretend to know shit about- each keeping you only until they found someone else to entertain themselves with. many of whom had already had just enough alcohol for everyone to tell they were drinking. it was somewhat entertaining, you thought as you finally snuck off to a corner off behind the snack table, slowly consuming a donut you grabbed off it in your escape. at least, until you bumped into something. originally, you thought it was a pole at first, or maybe a rather un-leafy plant, but upon feeling it stumble further back with a gasp, you realized it wasn't. with a squeak of surprise, you jumped around (almost tripping thanks to the heel on the back of your shoes) reaching to help catch the boy, but he had already caught himself and so you reaching for someone who wasn't actually falling caused you to fall, right into his chest.

he caught you with his hands on your upper arms, catching you with the tip of your nose mere centimeters away from smearing your foundation all over his pristine black suit jacket.

your breath is caught, a lump in your already-tight throat because you're so afraid that if you move at all you'll ruin his outfit. so you don't move. he moves you. slowly, he pushes you back up into your feet, neither of you meeting each other's eyes until you're steady, a safe distance away from him and his expensive looking suit.

oh, but when you do meet each other's eyes, all hell breaks loose between you. it takes mere seconds for you to recognize him, seconds of silently wondering where you recognized his face from until you unintentionally gasp aloud, "grim reaper!" at the same time as he gasps in a similar tone "bookstore girl!"

#seventeen #ceo svt #dont know wtf to title this so ill leave it at that lmfao #maybe like #the circle #is ehat theyre called #sounds ominous #kinda like it husg bc of rhsf

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