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bisexual-horror-fan · 10 months

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Sooooooo a little birdie told me you hadn't written Freddy having period sex with reader so I think we need to remedy this hehehe, I want it as nasty and wild as you want to go with it, it is Freddy after all and he is a Certified Freak TM. I would also be very partial to any sort of lower back massage or any sort of physical comfort he wants to give the reading before/during/after the sexy times, honestly a bit of massage during the Blood Moon always hits the spot and it would make things all the better hehehehe And Freddys usual dirty mouth during something like this is also appreciated 👁👄👁

You requested this a while ago but hey I know we are both on the rag atm and the inspo hit so here it is! I hope you enjoy this fucking filthy as hell period sex piece with our fave bastard.

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Rating. Explicit. Length. 3.5K. Freddy Krueger X GN! AFAB! Reader. No Pronouns Specified. Words Like Cunt And Tit’s Used. Reader On Their Period. Warnings: Period Sex. Massage. Panty Snatching. Vaginal Fingering. Blood Play. Nipple Play. Mild Painplay. DUB CON! Restrained Reader. Eating Out. Vaginal Sex. Squirting. Dirty Talk. Praise. Degradation. So Much Fluids. Freddy Is Disgusting. Messy Kink. Just Such Messy Sex.

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I Just Want To Help.

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You felt like shit.

It wasn’t always the case when you were on your period but this one has been truly hellish. Cramps, boating, tenderness, a train wreck of emotions and of course, naturally, a veritable river of blood. You finished work for the day, unable to cook. You brought home take out, camped out on the couch with a heating bag and a blanket and some tea and a comforting movie. You downed something to help with the pain but it was barely touching it, you were so fucking tired and you hoped that sleep would be a good remedy.

You are zombie-like as you go through your night routine, brushing your teeth, doing your skincare and the rest to really wind down and then you are in bed. The sheets felt so fucking comfortable and smooth, you sink deeper into the mattress, fully relaxing and sleep overtakes you in just a few short minutes.

He had the funniest sense of timing.

Freddy doesn’t pay a visit every night but he more than makes up for it when he does show up for you. He is on you in short order, he used to draw it out and tease but when there is a more sizable gap, he almost doesn’t have patience for that, if you dared to call him out on being needy however he might get violent. You don’t think you could take much brutality tonight, his hands are on your body before he even greets you, rough scarred hand one arm, butter soft leather, sharp and cold metal on the other. His hands slide up, the sharp tips of the blades of his glove don’t break your bare skin, goosebumps are left in their wake, he leans in closely, you feel the warm breath on the side of your face and hear his voice in your ear, “Heya honey.”

Oh honey, huh? Sweet name, you wonder why but he cuts in, “You feel awful. What’s going on?”

Right of course, he is IN your head, he can feel all you do, absurdly keyed into your emotions and the sensations running through you. The monthly curse hasn’t coincided with any of his visits to this point, shockingly, but you know that you can’t hide it, he won’t drop this and he will find it out the same way he does everything. Hell he could do it right now but he likes not knowing every single thing, some things he wants you to tell him, force yourself through uncomfortableness for his pleasure or his amusement, so you spill. “Just not feeling well, my period hit me like a truck.”

He makes a sound of pity, that sweet and sickly, mocking, “Awe.”

His hands move again, arms come around your middle, hugging closer, invading your personal space the way he did easily and without care, “Oh poor thing.”

The contact felt nice, or it did, until he squeezed you much tighter and it makes you groan, “Christ, ease up-”

“That sensitive, huh?” The question is asked in that very teasing tone that can only come from him. Your hands latch onto his forearms and you try to pry them off as you respond with a nod, “Mmm, very.”

“Sure seems like it, good thing I decided to visit tonight.” He doesn’t let you move his arms, keeping them locked around you and so you give up.

“Why’s that?” You asked and he hummed out, “Cuz I can help you out.”

A quiet laugh spills out, “How are you gonna do that exactly?”

“I have my ways.” A sharp snap of the fingers on his un-gloved hand and all of a sudden everything was different. You were not in the boiler room any longer, you were instead on your stomach on a bed that you had become very familiar with over the past few months. Before you can look around you feel the mattress shift with him getting onto it, there he was, his hands on your back, the first thing you notice was that his glove suspiciously absent. You then feel something you haven’t from him previously, his hands on you is a familiar feeling, but their current action is not.

It isn’t like you have never experienced a massage before, you had, but by his hand? Never. It feels so fucking good. Your head tips, forehead leans on your forearms and your eyes closed as you could feel yourself practically melting into the mattress with a moan. You had no idea how much you needed this until he began the process, again the benefits of him being in tune with your mind and body meant he could pick up on what you needed before sometimes you even knew it. He really gets into it, doesn’t wait to properly see your reaction as if he is overly confident and just knows that it is good, no, that he is good.

Your shirt had been stripped a while ago, it was ten minutes later and you were feeling delightfully boneless. He was capable of bringing you great pain and pleasure. You knew that more than you knew just about anything but still him doing it in this way you had never counted on. He had been relatively quiet, just small verbal check-ins, letting you lose yourself to feeling more than prattling on and on like he was known to do. “How you feeling?”

A shaky moan is your response, breathed out on an exhale, and he taunted, “No words so soon?”

You laugh, a light thing that could be misconstrued as a scoff, you lean your head up slightly and tell him, “M’ good. I’m very, very good.”

“Pain letting up?” He inquired and you nodded, “Mmhm, not totally but doing better.”

“Oh no, still sore?” He asks, a sympathetic click of his tongue and you tell him, “Unfortunately.”

His hands hadn’t stopped working this whole time, sweeping down the expanse of your back, knuckles pressed over your spine, more pressure was released and you groaned. He is leaning down, you feel him press closer to your body, the heat of his body providing more comfort as his hands continue.

He expresses his previous sentiment again, "Poor thing...", his lips touch down on the back of your neck as his thumbs dig harder into your lower back, "Poor, utterly delicious thing."

Movements do not stop, neither his wandering hands nor his mouth as they press on exploring. More kisses are laid and you hear him again, "You know what else could help ease the ache?"

He moves. One hand stays resting on your lower back and the other slips down between your legs, he cups your cunt through the underwear and shorts you wore to bed, “I hear orgasms are one of the best forms of pain relief.”

“You’ve only heard?” You ask teasingly and he continues, “You should know by now I deal more in giving pain than relieving it, sweetheart. But for you? I’ll try anything once.”

Isn’t he so generous?

“An intensely charitable offer but-” He moves again, his other hand locks on your hip, he makes you grind onto his palm and you moan, “But what?”

“Buuut-I, ah, I don’t know I’ve never, not while this is happening-” He cuts in, “All the more reason to try it.”

No more protesting from you and the part where he tries to craft a convincing verbal argument from him was over. His hand picks up the effort, fingers stroke down with more pressure and you moan, he does the motion again and again, purposefully dragging over your clit and you squirm when you feel it happen. Your underwear is wet, you can feel it stuck to you, plastered and it makes your eyes fly open, “Shit, stop, stop-”

“Awe what’s the matter?” He asks and you tell him, “M’ leaking-”

“And what? You’re worried about bleeding on your sheets?” He asks and you say, “Yes!”

He laughs with another strong press of his fingers, “C’mon what are you going to do about that? You’re dead asleep right now.”

“Yeahhh, but I don’t have to be, wake me up.” You asked and he laughed much, much harder before he stops rubbing you and his hands lock on your sides and he starts to flip you over, “No fuckin’ way.”

“What? Why not?!” You exclaim and when you are thrown onto your back you yelped, he tells you next, “And pass up this golden opportunity? Fuck no.”

“Freddy, please-” He starts to tear down your shorts and you attempt to stop him but that ineffable force you had gotten used to feeling around him is back, as if bonds as strong as chains but as light as air coil around your wrists and yanks them up, holding them on either side of your head. “There you go, be good for me, no more struggling.”

“Freddy stop it-” You plead but you are helpless, he’s made you helpless. He is removing your shorts and underwear as he says, ”Soooo emotional.”

Anger flares for a second, “Asshole let me go!”

He playfully pouts before he says “Now c’mon babe, you can trust me, I just wanna help.”

You catch a glimpse and Christ you had almost bled through your shorts, your underwear stained and a total mess, you groan, brows pinched together and he looks…Happy? “Oh I’m keeping these.”

“What?” You asked and he held them up, “I said M’ keeping them, you are never getting these back.” A snap of his fingers and they disappeared to God knows where.

You feel extraordinarily exposed, naked and held down on this bed, at his mercy, your mind is racing and his hand is back between your spread thighs, Fingers drag up, catch the mess of blood leaking out before swirling over your clit, using the slick crimson as lube, making you moan anew. “There you go, Freddy’s gonna take away all the hurt, just relax.”

His fingers slip and then ease inside of you and you realise that your preferred method for dealing with this hellish time has been disposed of by him. His fingers shouldn’t be getting to this depth without being obstructed but this is a dream, he is in control and can do anything, including removing a vital tool for personal hygiene without you even noticing. His fingers are moving in and out so easily, it sounds obscene, soaked, he curls them touches that spot that makes your toes curl and you cry out, “Fuck! Freddy please, wa-wait-”

Again, ever the mind reader he says, “I know you’re worried about ruining the sheets.”

A nervous nod, you were, his fingers slid out with a wet squelch, he inspected his fingers, they are coated in blood and he admits, "I'm dying to taste you."

His hand came up and he drew his fingers into his mouth and sucked deeply. You cannot believe he is doing this so shamelessly, it leaves you speechless. He removes his fingers and sighs a small, “Fuck, that is good.”

He addresses you once again, his hands on your thighs and he says easily as he continues his previous thought, “Well don’t be. Lemme help stop the leak.”

You wonder what he means until he drops down suddenly, in between your legs, his stomach to the bed and he is pulling your legs over his shoulders. You begin to complain, beg for a moment, for him to slow down because what was he about to do to you but his mouth is on you and instead the word isn’t able to form, replaced with a pitched up gasp. So that is what he meant. His tongue runs up through your folds and he moans against you, the vibration causes your legs to twitch and your fists to clench. He is eating you whole, no hesitation and further still with passionate fervour. Strong tongue flicks up over your clit before his lips wrap around it, another hum, your thighs tighten around his head and he pulls off with a very sloppy smack. It hits how he is so willing to do this for you even during this, accepting of and hungry for you no matter what or when.

You have no clue how he does it, he switches between tasks so seamlessly, from sucking on your clit to his tongue diving deep into your hole, fucking into the sopping passage. Then it doesn’t feel like there is a switching, as if somehow he is able to suck and lick your clit and tongue fuck you at the same time, like he somehow has two mouths.

You try to look down the length of your body but another thrust of his tongue in combination with a violent suck of your most sensitive flesh is leaving you breathless, “Ho-how the fuuuuck ar-are you able to-? Ah! Ahnn, do that?”

You hear his voice inexplicably even though his mouth is still clearly busy, “I like keeping some secrets.” You are moaning incoherently, the pleasure is insane, you can’t stay still, were it not for how he was holding you down you think you’d buck off the bed, you feel it build and then crest and you nearly scream his name as it overtakes.

He works you through it amazingly well until you are actually struggling to breathe. Your legs drop and he comes up and before you know it he is kissing you, eyes fly open as you are confronted with the taste of it all, salt and iron and slick and spit, you want to rip yourself away, it’s so messy but you have to admit, it makes heat spark inside you. Clit pulses, another rush of arousal as his tongue is smoothing over yours and you think fuck it, you’re into the depravity of it, you know he isn’t going to judge so you lean into it. You steer into the skid, you kiss him back just as nasty as he was kissing you.

When you pull away and see him you are sure your face is in a similar state, “Filthy fucking slut.” He isn’t wrong. You can feel the red stickiness around your mouth, on your cheeks, your chin. “Fuck, you taste so, so good. I need more.”

“Wait, more? Are you su-OH!” You gasped out and he was back down there, once again working you over. You had no idea it could feel this good, that you would be this sensitive, you knew hormones could elevate but you were never one for masturbating on your period much, seemed too messy to bother and this was VERY messy but you are quickly finding that to be a plus.

After another two times of reaching your peak he is coming back up for air as you are still shuddering your way through the aftershocks. You are not very verbal at the moment, you feel half here, he is spreading your legs wider, eyes down and looking at you, “Look at that disgusting gash, still spilling blood like a fresh wound-”

He looked manic, he’d lost the sweater sometime after your second orgasm but before your third, there was scarlet down his chin and neck, almost coming to his chest and with another snap his pants were gone. You feel the restraints on your wrists lift and he pulls you down, drags you close and he pushes his hips forward, the head of his dick drags over your over sensitive clit before coming to prod at your sticky hole, “Look at that.”

You did, eyes glance down and you take in the view, him poised and ready, about to fuck you till you were completely senseless and you couldn’t wait. “Freddy, please, do it.”

“Oh you want it now?” He asks and you nod, “Mmf, right now, please, please, please.”

“Alright but remember. You asked for it doll.” He slams his hips forward, makes you take him in one stroke, forces it and your whole body seizes from the intense and sudden feeling of him stretching you open. No time is wasted before he is pulling out halfway and then driving back in, he sets the pace, and you are meant to take it.

You asked for it, remember?

He is vicious, brutal, inhumane in how he fucks you, totally feral and animalistic. He is normally into it on the best of days but it is as if you unlocked a whole new level in him that you had not previously been privy to. He is being loud, every time he bottoms out there is a curse or a groan, a sharp exhale through gritted teeth. “You feel so fucking good, your hole is so sloppy, just listen to it-” Another harsh series of thrusts in and out and he was right, you sound disgustingly wet. “-could listen to that on repeat forever.”

He has you almost folded in half, hands under your knees, pressing and pushing until he has you rest your ankles on his shoulders. In this position it mostly is able to do two things, one, for him it makes you even tighter and two, for you, it hits that one place inside that makes all thoughts leave and all words tumble from between cracked and bloody lips a jumbled wreck. Your eyes unfocused, drunk on sensation, dragged along for the ride and forced to feel just what he wanted you to, made to ride it out, one hand now that it is free is at your chest, palming one of your tits and you groan, mumbling out, “S-sore, sensitive-”

“Awe I know hon, you're sooo sensitive right now.” He tweaks your nipple and your body jolts, it makes you clench around him and he curses, he does it again and again, pulling and twisting, it’s making you practically milk him from the inside and only when he notices you tearing up does he stop. You sob out a-”Thank you”

“Don’t mention it.” He responds with a grin and his hand is between your bodies, fingers pressed to your clit and with purpose he hammers home on the place inside you that is making the pleasure radiate through your whole body and you release those hiccuping moans. You can feel another orgasm building up, but more than that, it wasn’t the first time this has happened with him, he loved to make you into as much of a mess as possible but during this time? You wanted to avoid it, you tried to warn, attempted to speak but that wasn’t happening. He mocked you for that, relentlessly, “Can’t even get a single word out, so pathetic.”

You were pathetic. You took too long and so it happened, he forced it out of you, the sting snaps, you tip over and cum but not just that, you squirt. Your thighs are already coated in half dried and tacky residue, blood has been leaking out at a startling rate, he had been fucking it out of you so the sudden and large gush, the position and pace made you paint him. It isn’t easy to get the drop on him or surprise him but his hips falter upon feeling the hot splash of liquid he looks down and it makes him moan. You weren’t over your orgasm before he starts fucking you with renewed vigor, “Holy shit, yes, just like cutting into a warm body-”

Oh my God of course. Everything mixed together so when you squirted it wasn’t just the usual clear liquid, he was already so covered in your blood, sweating from the effort, the extra wetness makes it look and feel like a massive splatter of blood was just delivered onto him. You got his chest, stomach and yes, of course, his cock currently burying balls deep into your cunt. Apparently this proves too much for him, your thighs are trembling, overstimulated, blood covered and frankly exhausted he cums. He unloads in you, a few more shallow thrusts as he wrings out every single ounce of sensation from his climax. You were heaving, totally slack but there wasn’t time to rest. He was up by your head, standing on his knees on the mattress, his fingers in your hair, tugging it up and forcing his softening cock against your lips, “You gotta clean your mess up.”

A soft hum, your eyes half open, you look up at him, his coated shaft resting against your cheek and he says, “C’mon you and I both know that you’ll do it after that make out.”

He was right. With a sigh and a roll of your eyes you set to work, lips part and you set to it, licking, sucking, tasting the heady mix of your slick, his cum and of course the squirt and blood, all together it hits the palette in a not entirely unpleasant fashion. “There you go. Goood, knew you loved this jus' as much as me.”

He coos softly, his hand pats your cheek condescending, you didn't know about loving it just as much as him but it was fun and it did feel good. He asks, “You feelin’ better? No more pain?”

You think for a second and then slip him out of your mouth, “Damn it you bastard you were right!”

“I’m right all the time! Don’t sound so shocked!” He laughed and you protested, “I dunno, I wouldn’t say that you are right all the time.”

“Don’t make me fuck you until you literally can’t talk back.”

A heavy silence, you consider if you should, but then you decide it’s a good idea so you say, “I doubt you could.”

He sighs heavily, “Such a fuckin’ brat.”

“You love me.” You state simply and your note that he doesn’t correct you.

#Freddy Krueger X reader #slasher x reader #BHF writing #BHF asks #Hoooo #So never wrote period sex before but fuck it #Enjoy

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hobiebrownismygod · 6 months

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Hi!!! This is the-cat-and-the-birdie 😁😁😁

I just wanted to ask - and sorry if this is weird! But I know Maitreyi is Indian as are you, and I know Diwali is coming up soon. I just wanted to know if Maitreyi celebrates Diwali, and if so does she do anything with Hobie?

I just thought Hobie participating in Diwali would be beautiful so I wanted to ask! Anyway, I love your work and think you're an amazing addition to the fandom. Can wait to read anything new you put out 🧡 thanks for all your effort

Because she was taken away from her family when she was young, she never really got to participate in celebrations like Diwali and considering the fact that there aren’t really any other Indian superheroes in her universe, she couldn’t share her culture with them or really go to any events.

I like to think that Pav invited her to his family's Diwali festival for the first time, which his Aunt Maya usually hosts, and he convinced Hobie to come too (he ships them like crazy) so they could both have that experience.

Maitreyi was hesitant at first, cause she wasn’t sure if she’d fit in well but when she found out Hobie was coming, she decided she’d go (cuz she’s a simp)

Pavi took her took her to get a red saree (for valor) to wear and got her measured and everything. She acted like she wasn’t interested in it but she was actually really excited to wear one.

Hobie wore a gold kurta (for prosperity) cause Pav forced him to, while Pav himself wore a lighter yellow color (happiness) Gayatri wore a simpler pink lehenga (love) and the two of them matched pretty well. But he was only able to see Gayatri for a while before she had to leave to celebrate with her family and because Inspector Singh doesn’t like Pav :(

Maitreyi's saree on the top left, Hobie's kurta on the top right, Gayatri's lehenga on the bottom left and Pavitr's kurta on the bottom right! Disclaimer: I'm not saying this is what they look like, I'm just saying this is what the clothes would look like.

Side Note: Hobie would look so freaking good in a kurta like do you guys see my vision? Can someone draw him in a kurta I'm literally begging 😭. This tall ass mf would pull it off so well!!

When he saw Maitreyi in her saree for the first time, Hobie was a tiny bit awestruck, cause he doesn't see her in much other than her suit and streetwear and even then, she's very reserved and quiet around him. He kind of let out a soft "you look beautiful" when he saw her and she got so nervous she was barely able to respond. He was just trying to be nice cause he genuinely thought she looked really pretty, but she probably felt like she was going to explode. She was able to croak out a simple thank you but acted like an idiot (all sappy and dorky) around him for the rest of the festival. (She's so silly I'm totally not projecting)

While Maitreyi and Pav did rangoli in front of his house, Hobie was busy lighting all the lamps and candles and getting out the firecrackers. Pav had a lot of family over but none of them minded Maitreyi and Hobie being there, despite being a little confused by Hobie’s presence. What was a British punk doing in India?? Lmao

During the actual celebration, Hobie went kind of crazy over the firecrackers. Controlled explosions? The perfect combination of chaos and command tbh. He lit up more than half of the supply and at some point Pav had to ask him to leave some for the rest of his cousins to play with. But even then, Hobie stayed with those cousins and helped them light the firecrackers too cause a lot of them were young and scared (he’s so good with kids 😭). Like I could imagine him seeing a little kid who was holding a little matchstick in his hand and slowly trying to approach a firecracker and being like "hey mate, y'want some help? S'not scary at all, promise, lemme give you a hand" in his deep voice.

Maitreyi loved the Diwali sparklers, the ones that looked like incense sticks but when lit would burn and crackle. She would wave them around and create these beautiful patterns of smoke in the air, gracefully twirling the incense stick to draw these complicated designs that only lasted a part of a second. Hobie and the rest of the little kids would watch her in awe, excitedly asking her to draw different patterns to which she gladly obliged. Hobie was acting more like an excited kid than the rest, asking her to write his name with the smoke and more (Let the traumatized man release his inner child!) She found it cute.

When he decided to give it a try, she held his hand and helped him calmly (even though she was basically screaming with happiness on this inside), gently moving his hand in different directions and helping him create the same patterns. He's a bit clumsy, and his hands are fairly shaky so she'd kind of hold his hand firmly so the lines he drew into the air would be straight and so his movements would be a little more fluid. What she didn't realize was that he was staring at her with a smile the whole time while she was focused on the sparks. (I'm getting butterflies just writing this omg 😭)

This is what the Diwali sparklers look like in action!! When you move them around, the light stays behind for just a split second and makes it look like you're drawing. People usually wave them in circles or in zig zag lines for fun, but you can also make really quick shapes like squares if you're fast enough. You can even write out the letters of your name!

Overall they all really enjoyed the celebration and Maitreyi made Pav promise to invite her again next year!!

thank you so much for this ask, I had a lot of fun writing it and I love the way it turned out even if I went a little overboard with the details 😭! @the-cat-and-the-birdie

Btw I love your spider-Sona, Diane, I read all your posts about her and Hobie and they’re literally the cutest. Maitreyi would definitely think Diane was the coolest and feel so safe around her because of what a strong, badass woman she is 😭

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chloebeale · 3 years

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honestly i couldn’t think of a caption, so there’s a little bechloe drabble under the cut instead. feel free to enjoy the gif set with or without!

(approx. 1k words)

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Sure, maybe the Bellas are three time collegiate a cappella champions with a surprising amount of glory and notoriety to their name—the a cappella world is...weirdly way more expansive than Beca would’ve ever imagined—and sure, maybe they have found themselves invited to entertain the troops during the USO tour alongside other (way more legit) groups (no, bands. Legit bands.), but even now, even after touching down in their first destination of Cádiz, Beca still...doesn’t really get the hype.

Performing with the Bellas is fun, they really are her family at this point, and Beca enjoys singing alongside each and every one of them, but she really doesn’t understand how this level of acknowledgment has happened—or why in the hell they have the a cappella world’s most annoying podcasters following them across a freaking ocean to keep up with their lives as if they are literal celebrities or something.

Still, over the years, as irritating as they may be, John and Gail have become something of a staple in the Bellas’ lives, two people Beca has kind of just given up on trying to avoid—after being followed to work every morning, it becomes difficult to really give a damn anymore, anyway. They are technically not harming anybody, so it is easier at this point to just do what they ask, which is how Beca now finds herself seated in front of their camera, brows lifting in response to the two excited faces beaming back at her from behind their equipment.

“So, Beca,” Gail begins enthusiastically, “What do you hope to gain from this tour?”

It is a simple question, in reality a pretty broad one, too, but Beca cannot help but find herself momentarily stumped for a response. Honestly, after spontaneously quitting her job and essentially finding herself kind of stuck, she really does not have any expectations. This tour had simply been a distraction for her, something for her to do so as not to find herself crawling back to the office and begging the BFD higher ups to take her back… She cannot very well say that, though. Can she?

Evidently noting a lack of input, Gail adds helpfully, “Any dreams? Fears?”

“Fears,” John echoes. “Of course you have fears, women are scared of everything.”

Although Beca only responds with a neatly arched brow, she notes the immediate look of disdain to pull itself across Gail’s features in response to her co-host. “Uh, I don’t know,” Beca says flatly, “I’m not scared of anything.”

“Really?” John questions curiously, mouth twisting into something of a knowing smirk as he exchanges a brief glance with the blonde seated beside him. Beca can see the same look drawing itself onto her face, too, and finds herself entirely confused. “Not even bear traps?”

The way Beca’s short, black polished nails clamp onto the arm of her seat is something she rectifies quickly, and silently prays has gone unnoticed by the two eager sets of eyes piercing into her from behind the camera. What do bear traps have to do with this, anyway? It is not like they are at Aubrey’s campsite from Hell anymore, after all.

“Bear traps?” Beca echoes with as much nonchalance to both her voice and expression as she can manage. She quickly clears her throat. “No, they’re whatever.”

In response, John and Gail only continue to watch her expectantly, and the amusement painting itself onto John’s weathered face tells her he knows something she doesn’t. Sure, these two show up everywhere, but Beca knows for a fact that they had not been at the retreat, and despite the fact that she’d never explicitly said so, she has always been under the assumption that there is a mutual agreement among the Bellas to never bring up that particular incident again—ever. To anyone.

Beca’s eyes narrow in on his expression, before adding in that same nonchalant tone, “I mean, I don’t, like, love them, but I’m not,” she air-quotes the next word, “scared of them.”

By now, Gail’s subtle smirk has settled into something of an almost sinisterly kind smile, though John looks just as outwardly smug as he had done before. “That’s not what a little red birdy told us,” he muses proudly, and Beca’s nostrils instantly proceed to flare.

A little birdy.

A little red birdy. Fucking Chloe.

“Chloe, yeah?” She says in a blank tone, lips pursing in defeated thought. She stares upward in a half eye roll, head shaking disapprovingly. “Dude, I swear, if she wasn’t my girlfriend…”

The good thing about a John and Gail interview is that the Bellas are under no actual obligation to see it through, so with a scoff and another more obvious roll of her eyes, Beca pushes herself up from the seat, deciding that their pointless interview is effectively over.

While Gail attempts to reel her back in, John says in an amused tone, “Watch where you’re going, little woman. You might run into a… Bear trap!”

The only reason Beca jumps in response is because of his increasing volume and emphasis, not because she cannot even hear the very term since the unfortunate incident at the retreat, duh. Without looking back to even glare in response to the loud, obnoxious laughter echoing from the hosts, Beca grumbles petulantly and tugs open the door, closing it loudly behind her.

“Hey!” Chloe’s voice is the next thing Beca hears, head lifting to take in the sight of those vibrant eyes shining excitedly. Beca only glares in response, though Chloe doesn’t seem to notice. She simply rocks on her heels, meeting Beca with natural Chloe Beale enthusiasm. “That was fast. Their questions are kind of weird, huh?”

Rather than respond to the question, Beca approaches her girlfriend with folded arms, the look of helplessness on her face entirely unintentional. “Dude, you told them about the retreat?” Chloe only stares at her curiously, so Beca adds in a lower tone, “You know… the bear trap thing.”

Chloe’s lips pull inward then, and Beca cannot tell whether she is trying to bite back a grin or if she looks kind of...embarrassed? She does note that no verbal response comes, though, and that serves as confirmation for Beca to release an annoyed groan, shoulders slumping defeatedly.

“I thought we were never bringing that up again?” she half-whines, hand rising to brush her fingers through her straightened hair. As it falls, her palm easily covers her eyes, and Beca releases a long sigh through her nostrils.

Familiar fingers wrap comfortingly around her wrist, and Beca’s lids flutter open to watch Chloe’s apologetic expression as she gently pulls her hand away from her face. She is kind of annoyed, obviously, but as her gaze meets that overwhelmingly calming blue, fingers parting to make room for Chloe’s to naturally slot between them, her own expression melts into something a little less angry, a little more calm.

“I’m sorry,” Chloe pouts, thumb brushing instinctively over the back of Beca’s knuckles. “It just slipped out.”

Despite the look of disdain Beca had been wearing only moments before, there is just something about that look on Chloe’s face, that adorable, apologetic wide-eyed stare that causes Beca to easily melt, for her shoulders to relax and her defenses to fall. Chloe has always had that kind of spell on her, truth be told.

It makes it hard to stay mad at her for long, no matter the circumstance.

She stares for only a moment longer, before easily relenting with a small puff of air through her nostrils. “Whatever.” She doesn’t even know why she does it, but Beca finds herself lifting their connected hands toward her mouth, lips brushing reassuringly over the back of Chloe’s fingers. “Just...don’t tell anybody else, yeah?”

The guilt written all over Chloe’s face begins to melt away at that, and is instead overtaken by a small, soothing smile. She uses the grip she has on Beca’s hand to easily tug her closer, and Beca does not resist as Chloe’s lips, familiar like home, push a delicate peck to her own. “Okay,” Chloe nods, gently nudging the tip of her nose to Beca’s. “Deal.”

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juletheghoul · 3 years

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Mysticus Chapter 6

Ezra x F!Reader Soulmates AU

Pairing: Ezra x F!Reader

Word Count: 1.5K

Warnings: None - Fluff

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If you thought he was touchy before, you were sorely mistaken. It was as though you were tethered together, some invisible string connecting you to one another. His hand always found yours and your body always seemed to carry you right to him.

He would absentmindedly draw little circles in your palm as he drove, and reached over to play with the hair at the base of your neck while you drove. He seemed to do it without even realizing and you found yourself doing the same. Your hand always drifted to his knee, always itching to touch his hair, absentmindedly fingering the little blonde patch. He always leaned into it; you had the sense that both of you had gone without human contact for a long time and were trying desperately to make up for lost time.

After that night -and next day- in the motel, you never slept apart. If either of you left the bed, the other woke up soon after. You vaguely wondered how the hell you had ever slept without him.

“We’re running low on funds, we should stop at the next town and figure something out.” You spoke as you counted through your pooled money. He kept his eyes on the road as read the highway signs, switching lanes to make sure he’d be able to take the next exit.

“Understood Birdie, I suspect we will do well here.” He spoke so confidently - he was good at charming people into hiring him for quick jobs. Manual labour, setting up events, he was a jack of all trades and didn’t ask any questions. Sometimes if he was sure the job was safe and easy he would manage to get you both hired. Whether it be for a few hours or a few days. Unless there was a fair or carnival in town, then you could do your palm readings.

On your way into town you noticed some signs advertising a drive-in and it sent a shiver down your spine. That was another place that made your skin crawl. Being inside the car and watching the movie was okay, it was everything else that gave you the creeps. There was a sense that nothing ever changed, a creeping nostalgia.

“Birdie, would you do me the great honour of accompanying me to the drive in? I’d very much enjoy taking my girls out on a real date.” The dog lifted her head sensing he was speaking about her, she sniffed his ear and settled back in the backseat.

His smile faltered slightly upon seeing the look of wild panic on your face.

“Don’t laugh, but the drive in kind of freaks me out.” You admitted almost shyly. He smiled at you but it wasn’t malicious, he grabbed your hand as he pulled into the nearest motel and pressed soft kisses to your knuckles.

“I would never laugh at you Birdie, if you are decidedly opposed then I will of course find somewhere else to woo you as you deserve. However, I’m sure I can find a way to give you a positively lovely experience.” He gave you the secret smile as he playfully nipped at your fingers. You shuddered as you tried to imagine what he was imagining and agreed. Who were you kidding? You would have agreed to anything he said in order to have him looking at you like that.

“Okay, fine.” You couldn’t help but smile at him.

“Splendid. I’ll get us checked in while you make sure our girl here attends to her business.” He patted the dog warmly as he made his way over to the front desk. Within 20 minutes you were getting settled into your meagre accommodations, the dog sniffing around the room like she usually did. Satisfied the room was up to her standards she plopped down in the floor with a huff. Ezra then clapped his hands together excitedly turning to you and giving you a devastating smile.

“Alright Birdie, I inquired at the front desk and the first showing just started, I am partial to the late show myself and with your consent we’ll leave here in an hour. Now, if you’ll be so kind, I would humbly implore you to wear that lovely sundress I adore so much.”

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You were torn as you pulled in, Ezra’s hand on your thigh was reassuring - a grounding force that communicated pure safety. You were safe when you were with him - no doubt about that - your mind however didn’t care. The drive-in was creepy and you couldn’t help but feel it. Like always - he sensed it.

“Birdie, would you like to leave? You are not obligated to be here if you are truly frightened. I am content with your company and your company alone. Everything else is immaterial.” He was looking at you intensely - wanting your complete honesty.

“I’m a little nervous - but I’ll be okay once the movie starts.” You leaned into him unconsciously - his touch made you feel better.

“If at any point you find you’ve reached your limit - simply say the word and we will depart.” He winked as he found a good spot for you to park. Knowing that you could leave at any moment made it marginally better, you could focus on having a good time.

He pulled a bag of goodies out from the back and handed them to you with a smile on his face, all of your favourites.

All in all it was actually fun, the two of you talking throughout the film, making bets on how it would turn out. You both leaned into one another over the little console, always connected in one way or another.

You watching him during one of your quiet moments, you knew you loved him - that was obvious, but there was something more. Something massive prickling at your brain, something that itched in your hand whenever you touched him. He gave you the secret smile when he caught you looking at him and the prickling grew more intense. Everything had to do with that smile - you knew it. There was something bigger that for one reason or another you refused to confront. What were you afraid of?

“Why do you smile at me like that?” You asked it playfully, in low tones and his grin widened. He knew - he always knew.

“I have no idea what you’re referring to Birdie.” He kissed your palm and you narrowed your eyes at him - he was teasing you.

“Yes you do - it’s like you know something that I don’t.” You were skirting around it now, getting perilously closer, were you really ready for this? He sensed your sudden panic and the smile faltered.

“What scares you so? Is it me?” His hand held yours and he drew those little circles into your palm, you had to be honest.

“No - never you.” you saw him let go of a deep breath then - “I don’t know - I get the feeling you know something and you’re not telling me. Am I crazy?” You looked into his eyes, trying hard to see if you could glean any insight into your suspicions.

“I am convinced you know more than you think, you may not be ready to face it though.” He drew your attention to your palm. To the mark you shared and you stared at them, you felt him willing you to see what he saw. “When I was a boy, my grandmother told me stories to calm me. I was a hellion, always moving. She was somewhat of a romantic, she would say this mark on my palm was special. That if I was lucky enough to find it’s twin on another person, that it would mean something.” he didn’t look up at you. This was it. This was what you’d been skirting around. You already knew you loved him, that he was essential to you, that you were glad you’d found each other but thinking it was preordained or destiny was almost inconceivable to you.

“What did you say when she told you?” You were imagining him as a little boy, the shock of blonde and those wild eyes. It made you a little sad to not have been a part of his life back then.

“I was disgusted!” He laughed then, and you couldn’t help but smile at the image. His little arms crossed stomping away as his grandmother laughed. “I told her she was crazy and that I was too wild, that I did not desire anyone. She laughed at me and informed me - quite correctly - that my mind would change as I got older.”

“Have you? Do you still think she was crazy?” you knew the answer, you knew then finally, what was so infuriatingly obvious. The smile dropped from his face completely, being replaced with a fierce intensity, his eyes almost burning into you.

“I have Birdie, she knew even then, what I know now.” He seemed to be guiding you - the hope that you would finally understand shining at you in the darkness of the car. The movie, long forgotten, the dog sleeping in the backseat.

“Us.. You and I…” You trailed off as the smile returned, only this time you were in on the secret.

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heyitsani · 4 years

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Another Dream

Omega!Dick Week Day 6: Accidental Pregnancy

Word Count: 1841

Rating: Teen and Up

Warnings: Mpreg and Robincest (obviously)

Pairing: Dick Grayson/Jason Todd

Summary: Jason is in Brazil when a call about Dick collapsing while out on patrol with Damian comes in.

Notes: This seems like it’s going to be angsty, but it’s really just a fluff piece filled with love.

Reminder: Day four’s story is being posted today as well because I didn’t want to spoil this one.

You can also read this on AO3 here

“Hood, come in.”

Jason cringed when the sound of Bruce’s Batman voice came over the comm line he had promised to keep on while he was out in South America with Artemis and Bizarro. It had been years since he had gone on mission with them, but when they had called asking for help Dick had told them Jason would be there. And despite Jason pointing out that he could make his own decisions, Dick still insisted he go. Gotham was covered and Bludhaven was good with just Nightwing, but he could call for backup if the need arose. And James was thirteen, more than capable of looking after himself while Dick was out patrolling the city. Even though Dick promised to have someone come stay with the teenager while he was out just to calm Jason’s worried.

So, Jason had reluctantly agreed.

That had been almost a week ago and though Jason still worried, the multiple times a day both Dick and James contacted him was enough to get the job done.

“What can I do for you Old Man?” Jason asked, landing a kick to the chest of one of the thugs in the warehouse he and Bizarro were currently clearing out while Artemis took care of the kids that the scum had been gathering to sell.

“It’s Nightwing. You need to come back as soon as possible.” Jason froze for a moment before punching the man in front of him and knocking him out cold. A glance toward Bizarro told him that the clone was finishing off the last of the men so Jason could focus on Bruce in his helmet.

“What do you mean ‘It’s Nightwing?’ What. Happened.” He demanded, drawing Bizarro’s attention as the last guy went down and they were surrounded by silence.

“Birdie okay?” Jason waved a hand to his partner to ask him to hold on the questions for a moment.

“Flamebird was patrolling with him while Superboy stayed with Jamie. Nightwing and him were breaking up a bank robbery when Nightwing just dropped. Red Robin picked the pair up and are headed to Leslie as we speak.” No reasonable explanation for the drop. No ‘he had been hit by a bullet’ or ‘he took a nasty punch to the face’. Just he dropped.

“I’m in fucking Brazil, B,” Jason growled, starting to ziptie the thugs as Bizarro gathered them in a pile for the authorities to apprehend. “It’s a ten-hour flight! Unless you have a teleporter on hand.”

“No, you just need to get on a plane. What airport are you near? I’ll get your ticket set up.” Jason spat out their location and he could hear Bruce typing into the computer on the other end.

“Birdie?”

“I don’t know, Bizarro,” Jason admitted carefully. He knew that even though they had had minimal contact, Bizarro had fond memories of Dick. The clone also knew how much Jason loved Dick and that was enough to love him in his own way.

“You have an hour to get to the airport that’s twenty minutes away, Hood.” Jason gave a grunt of acknowledgment. “Do you have an earpiece for the flight so we can contact you once we hear more?”

“Yeah, I’ll set it to the same frequency.” Bruce confirmed before signing off with a click and Jason lifted the face plate of his helmet. “Let’s get to Artemis and then I need to run.” Thankfully, he had all his needed documents for flying already on his person. But would have to have Artemis and Bizarro bring back his other gear when they came back to the states.

“What the Batman say about Birdie?”

“What’s this about Nightwing?” Artemis called out from her spot next to a group of children. A group that held a larger number than Jason had assumed, and it made him want to go put some bullets in skulls.

“He collapsed while on patrol with Robin. They airlifted him to the hospital and B got me a ticket to fly home. I need you two to bring my gear back when you fly back stateside. I have to run,” Jason explained as they got closer to the redhead. The woman looked him over thoughtfully before nodding. Jason removed his helmet the rest of the way and handed it to Bizarro before checking his ID and passport over, zipping his jacket closed to hide the emblem on his chest. The guns and other various weapons went next and Artemis easily placed them on various spots in her gear.

“This is the close of this case. We will be heading stateside within 24 hours. We will contact you as soon as we are in Gotham.” Jason nodded as he handed over the last of the items that would have him flagged on the flight before thanking them both.

“Just go to Birdie.”

Jason stormed through the front doors of Leslie’s, barely containing his strength so he didn’t break anything.

“Jason!” Tim stood from his spot in the corner where he was apparently working on his laptop. “He’s fine!”

“Then why didn’t B say what was wrong? I’ve been waiting for almost half a fucking day, freaking out on a plane and trying not to be arrested for agitation. Where is he?” He didn’t bother waiting for a response, pushing through the doors that led to the back. He had been in this clinic enough times to know his way around.

“Ah Jason, Dick is in here with Bruce and your son,” Leslie waved him over as she stepped into the hallway. “He is fine, Jason. I promise. But he asked to keep the issue between me and him until you arrived and that is why you have not received word. Bruce is, as you can imagine, quite beside himself,” Leslie filled him in as Jason walked quickly toward her and paused at the door. He took a moment to look through the small window to see his husband sitting up in the bed with a smile on his face, their son curled up next to him on the bed. Bruce occupied a chair next to the bed and he certainly looked irritated from the way he held himself.

“Jay,” Dick sighed, smiling at the sight of Jason pushing the door open and coming inside.

“Papa!” James jumped off the bed and bounded over to Jason and immediately Jason picked the boy up into his arms.

“Hey Little Bird,” Jason hugged his son as he walked over to Dick’s bedside. Leaning down, keeping James in his arms, he pressed a kiss to Dick’s lips and took a deep breath. Something about his scent was different. Not bad, and definitely familiar, but different.

“Bruce, James, would you two mind leaving the room for a moment while I have a discussion with Dick and Jason?” Jason watched Bruce scowl, but James let himself be set down and headed for the door, almost like he already knew what Leslie had to say.

“B really, once Jay knows, we’ll tell everyone. Just let me tell my husband,” Dick coaxed Bruce into leaving. The older man sighed, but kept the scowl on as he walked out of the room. Jason shook his head before looking back to Dick and taking his hand.

“What’s wrong? I have been freaking out since Bruce called and I need someone to throw me a bone here.” Dick chuckled and Jason looked at him, ignoring Leslie. If he had to describe the way Dick looked and how he smelled, Jason would say happy. Maybe a little nervous, but definitely happy.

“You might want to sit, Jay,” Dick waved to the chair next to Jason. Though he was suspicious, Jason took the advice and sat in the chair without releasing Dick’s hand. “I’m perfectly healthy, there’s nothing wrong with me.”

“Then why did you collapse on patrol?”

“I’m pregnant.”

Jason’s world came to a halt as he processed the information. Pregnant. But they had decided after James they weren’t going to have another. It had been too hard on Dick’s body. He had been miserable and sick the entire time, bedridden for the majority of the final trimester. And the labor and delivery had been worse. They had almost lost both of them and Dick and Jason had both agreed, James was enough.

“But…” Jason tried to form words, attempting to articulate the mess in his head. “When? How?”

“My last heat, when James spent the week with Dami and Jon?” Jason remembered that. Almost four months ago. He had assumed Dick would be due for a heat when he got back from his mission. “I had that infection before that, and the antibiotics had nullified the suppressants.” Jason looked over to Leslie for confirmation and she just gave him a wide smile, nodding her head.

“But we didn’t know? With James you were sick at a month. You’re how many weeks now?”

“He’s almost eleven weeks,” Leslie finally spoke up and handed over a familiar image. An ultrasound image of the baby in Dick’s womb. Jason carefully took it and stared down at it. “She’s a little on the small side, but all the tests say she’s perfectly healthy.”

Jason’s head shot up to look at her. “She?” He choked out.

“She, Jay. We’re having a daughter and she’s being a hell of a lot nicer than her brother was,” Dick pulled his attention, smiling brightly at Jason. Jason’s turquoise eyes bore into Dick’s sapphire ones for a moment before he surged forward and kissed the other man breathless. He could hear Leslie chuckle before excusing herself from the room.

“I was so fucking scared when I never heard anything about your condition on the plane,” Jason admitted when he pulled back just enough to speak and look into Dick’s eyes again. “But this…god, Dickie. I didn’t even realize I wanted this.”

“Me neither, Little Wing,” Dick admitted as he placed a hand on Jason’s cheek. They had both been okay with just having James. It had been thirteen years since their son was born and neither of them had even mentioned another kid. “We’re never going to hear the end of it, though.” Jason frowned. “I’m almost in my second trimester and neither of us noticed. And now that I know, it’s so obvious that I have no idea how we didn’t realize.”

Jason pulled back as Dick pulled down the blanket that was covering him and tugged up the black t-shirt. And yeah, there was the bump. How they had managed to not notice that was beyond him. Placing a hand on the slight swell, Jason sighed. Now the familiar twist to Dick’s scent made sense.

“We should tell James before everyone else.” And Jason completely agreed. “Go get him?”

“Yeah,” Jason agreed, pressing a kiss to Dick’s stomach and to his lips. “I love you.”

“I love you, too.” Grinning, Jason pulled back completely and headed to the door to get their son so they could tell him the good news.

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uzunehitori · 3 years

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Every single one

Good morning, Robin! (Good morning at 3 in the morning)

Here we go! Thanks for sending a birdie some questions

Favorite characters?

Answered! I will always love Ryouta and Kazuaki, and Nageki!

Least favorite characters?

I don't have one really, but just only Sakuya's racism is so intolerable, but I still like him as a character overall!

Favorite route?

My favorite route would always be Shuu's because there is a lot of interpretations you can do with his and also like Ryouta's and Nageki's because they really hit hard! Though overall the best route is BBL since you get to learn more about the story!

Favorite human design?

Answered! Anghel's and Ryuuji's hands down are my favorite human designs!

What’s a part that sticks out to you the most?

"Quails are still learning to adapt to social life." and also, Yuuya caring about Sakuya all the time, it's really cute

What did you think of the new birdies in Holiday Star?

I loved Albert and seeing Tohri some more is great and funny, he's a great birdie. I loved Miru and Kaku they are super wholesome little white marshmallow gumdrops!

What was your first reaction to the Bad Boys Love route?

My first reaction when I played it in 2012 was I sobbed, I was in suspense, I was in surprised, and everything and it made me fall deeper than I was before with Hatoful, it's such a nice route that I wish there was so much more to it and would say that I loved the changed in textbox color that I wish we gotten it for Holistar!

How long did it take you to unlock the ‘hidden routes’ and ‘secret’ endings? What was your reaction to them?

Not to long, I was extremely curious about trying to get any option I can available especially the hidden routes and even the easy to miss conversations, I was so eager to get everything complete! I was extremely surprised with some and it was extremely enjoyable and didn't feel like a drag like I would feel for most other games like these.

Do you like to draw certain birdies a lot?

Answered! I used to draw a lot of Yuuya and Shuu, and Nageki art, I still do to this day! But now I draw a lot of Ryuuji and Quail boyfriends as well.

What are some of your favorite ships?

I really like a lot of ships, especially quail boyfriends and HitoriNageki and even Ryuuji Isa just the relationship in general I think is cute, I love plenty of other ships, like Sakuya and Ryouta! I do also like Nageki with Anghel!

Least favorite ships?

I don't really have one in all honesty.

Do you own any of the Hatoful merch?

I own a Ryuuji plush with his charm and an isa charm with a Shuu one! I also own fanmade Nageki and Yuuya button! Some other merch I have which is a sticker I did for myself of Nanaki too, it's super old.

Do you write fanfiction for the birdies?

I used to, but they don't exist anymore since I deleted my tumblr from 2012, unfortunately! I just draw more so and make little drabbles.

Do you have any AUs you like to write about?

I would love to draw a few, especially since me and my wife talk about a lot of AUs together of the things we like. I think about drawing some zombie apoc or some metal gear ones since we've talked about that before! I do like to make some winter AU ones that are nice too and cute.

Rank birdies from tallest to shortest.

Nanaki / Hitori > Yuuya > Asami > Leone > Okosan > Shuu = Tohri > Ryouta > Kazuaki > Sakuya > Nageki > Anghel > Miru/Kaku

What are some of your gender and sexuality headcanons?

I headcanon a lot of them to be just bisexual and the ones I think would be not caring or just nonbinary is Anghel and Shuu, and Hitori and Kazuaki and as well as Nageki, but still use he/him! Sakuya and Shuu to me are male leaning at best, while I think Kazuaki + Hitori and Shuu are gay / male leaning, while Shuu is aspec.

How did you get into Hatoful?

I got into Hatoful while dabbling around Yume nikki that I just bumped into a blog back in 2012 talking about it and learned that it recently got a release! I do miss the egg buttons with the save and load, that was cute... I wish we had it again for the remake!

Have you made any friends in the Hatoful fandom?

In 2012, I made a few friends! I made a friend with a really nice person that was a little older than me that we met on an online drawing board called iscribble, I was really young and we would roleplay the birdies. I don't remember what had us lose contact if it was over time or what? I do see them around however! I remember I've been meaning to contact them for a commission. I wasn't friends but I knew someone who used to run a hatoful ask blog named puddington, they were pretty nice! I hope to make new friends this year since I am pretty open to that!

What are some of your favorite headcanons?

I like the idea that Shuu has sensitivity towards the sun, temperature, and especially like I say it's a projection of sorts since he gets pretty moody and likes to be in the shade often. I also think he might have tritanopia. My other headcanon that I think despite things being mildly clearing up for Nanaki, I think he is still will be ridden in guilt with what he's done regardless. And I like to think that both Shuu and Nanaki gained a relationship after BBL, while having somedays being pretty bad for them.

Anghel shares his home country's food with every birdie as form of "healing properties". I think that Sakuya wears heeled boots because he's short. Hehe!

What’s your favorite piece of canon trivia?

Despite everything, Hitori likes bitter sweets! Shuu gets sick from having his glasses removed (Big mood.), Kazuaki-kun doesn't like veggies!

What birdie do you wish had more to them?

I really wish to learn more about Kazuaki-kun, I just more about him even if we know why he doesn't! I just love him and interested about him a lot... I also wish there was more to Anghel as well than just sometimes feel like he's the hehe eccentric character, I just want to know his life besides his chuunibyou.

What are some songs you associate with characters?

Shuu/Isa to me feel strongly of https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_SgWum9kHYk Duvet - Boa

Nanaki is https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NE6pANWJGuU Imagination - Foster the People

Both Ryouta is https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MeRIAew8eXc Freaking out the Neighborhood - Mac DeMarco

Yuuya is https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8xtg-ntDZGk Come a Little closer - Cage the Elephant and https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=o4qsjmLxhow The Adults are talking - The Strokes

Sakuya is https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=85Z3iwpFQeg Leave me alone - IDKHTFM reminds me of him, I think it's his sharp tongue

If Okosan had a true human form, what do you think he would look like?

There's this really buff japanese guy on tiktok that wears an apron that I just saw as the embodiment of Okosan, I will draw him in his liking because he just LOOKS like it would be what Okosan would be!

If you could change one thing in the story, what would it be?

Sakuya. I am kidding, I know most of the things he learned and was taught was from his very highly racist and classist dad, but I wish he would not be so? Aggressive towards Anghel... i also wish for the Comedy to drop a bit less, but not drop it entirely because almost a lot of the times it's really perfect!

What’s your version of Hiyoko like?

I like Hiyoko to be messy hair brunette that sometimes brushes it and sometimes doesn't and she can be messy with how she puts on, but really just like any teenage girl, I also picture her to be a little muscular since she is a hunter after all! I like seeing her as mixed as any race really, at most 2012 me just pictured my current partner without knowing lmao....

What’s your favorite irl bird?

Answered! I have many but I love the bearded vulture which I have an OC of!

Do you have any bird OCs?

Answered! I plan to make some though, I have one that wasn't originally planned for hatoful, but IT DID have hatoful in mind along with another thing!

What do you think would be a cool crossover for Hatoful?

Answered! I think also a Funamusea x Hatoful crossover would be really cute...

Do you have any human designs headcanons for the birds aside from canon (body type, etc)?

Answered!

What kinds of Hatoful merch would you like to see?

Answered! I do think it would be cute if there was also hatoful link charms, I plan making some in the future whenever I find a seller!

What’s your favorite Absolute Zero character?

Answered!

#Long post #OH MY GOD I FINISHED #I am BANNING ALL QUESTIONS BEING ASKED #I'm kidding though i won't this was fun to do #nest of letters #hivemindcoroika

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nadacwriter · 4 years

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OCtober Day 6: Luxury

This one’s NADAC, and has a companion piece that will come out for TOMORROW’S prompt, which is Cliff.

Made for @oc-growth-and-development‘s OCtober!

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“We're very sorry for the error, sir,” The woman at the desk said, “But we've gotten you and your daughter a suite at a nearby partner of ours at no charge.” She said, handing him a slip and an address.

Craig Brennan looked like a man who had been driving for 18 hours. His already messy hair was more frazzled than ever, his beard more scraggly, his demeanor even more tired.

And to say Gina Brennan looked better would be a bald faced lie. She looked like hell, and not in the usual 'I just got out of a really close call' way, more an 'oh my god this is horrible I want to lie down' way. A trip to Virginia to see a relative and a rare amadic migration had turned into aa waking, torturous nightmare.

Craig could only eek out a meager 'okay' as he began to walk back to the car, readint the address over in his head. “It seems...not too far.” “Dad...e're gonna die here.” “No, Birdie, we're not gonna die,” “you can eat me first. I won't feel bad about it. I promise.”

The inside of the car looked like it had been inhabited for a good 18 hours. The drive from Paradise to Yorktown had been a long and arduous one. And they WOULD have stayed with said relative, if the relative in question had a place to stay at the moment, but due to some fumigating, that wasn't a possibility. Why did they have to visit Uncle Eli? Well, a divorce, a weird presence in his house, some crazy third thing, but Gina wasn't interested in that. She wouldn't have brought her camera for that, oh no.

There was going to be a rock giant. A REAL one, waking in the York River State Park, going into the York River, and walking into the Chesapeake bay...The Rock Giant had been resting there for DECADES, and it was now ready to spring up and go out into the waters again. Now, both the river and the Bay had maximum depths lower than the rock giant itself, meaning it would be visible while it moved the WHOLE time. They could tell by the seismic shift it was getting ready to move and even a when. All Gina had to do was find it. But first, she had to sleep.

And it looked like they were already at the hotel...the Chateau, as it was called...Gina slowy got out of the car again, carrying al of her things, and looked to her dad.

“Dad,” She replied, “Bury me somewhere beautiful.” Her dad nodded, “Whenever you die, if I'm still here, I'll make sure it's nice.” He said, “but we're almost there.”

The pair got inside of the hotel and noticed just how different it was from the last one. The walls were white, the floor was marble, and paintings of 18th century weirdos with wigs were hung on every wall. The whole staff, despite the fact that it was 1 in the morning, were all wearing suits, and all looked alarmingly awake.

Craig presented the slip to the man at the desk, “We, uh, got sent here from the Days Inn on Bypass…”

“Ahh, the Brennans,” the man spoke, “So sorry about the error over there, they can overbook without knowing it...” “Um, that's alright, but we'd just like a ro-”

“We've given you and your daughter one of our finest rooms for the next three days, at the cost of your booking at the days inn, sir.” “...thanks?” “No worries, sir, and do enjoy your stay.” he handed them the room's keycard.

“What was that all about?” Asked Gina, walking slowly behind her father.

“I think we might be in for a little more than we bargained for.” he said, finding the room and opening it with the key. ...Holy shit. There were rooms in their massive lakehouse that didn't have as much fancy junk in there. Gina looked around, woken out of her stupor by the sheer luxury that was inside of this room.

“Is...is that a freaking dining table?”

Craig, who had similarly come to life, nodded, “That is, indeed, a dining table.” “WE don't have a dining table.” “Well, we're two people, birdie.”

As the two desperately searched for a bed, they kept getting side tracked by just how big the room actually was.

Craig was taken by the models in the room, 'This would actually look nice in the museum...”

Gina was taken by the drawings on the walls, “I think this one's actually a Mark Rothco painting.”

Craig shook his head, “I'm glad we ended up not bringing Gus with us,” he said, “I'd hate to be the guy who owned a dog that ate a Rothco.” “Hah! Yeah...or the owner of a dog who peed on a handmade galleon.”

Again, the search began, and again, they got distracted.

“I didn't even know they sold that kind of pop in this country, and it's just...IN the minibar.”

“I bet the view's pretty when it's not pitch black, you can see the moon pretty well from here.”

“Birdie, look, this is supposed to be a CHAIR...”

Both of them were taken by the room's...well, the rentable apartment's luxury, but as soon as they found the beds, it was the only thing they could think about. Gina had to be up early anyways, she just took off hr glasses, fell in the bed, letting her sweatpants and t-shirt serve as a pair of pajamas, and just...passed out.

Turns out all the luxury in the world is nothing to someone who drove 18 hours to be here.

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The In-Between Chapter 8

Stranger Things x It Crossover

with some Bill Denbrough x reader

Word Count - 14,120

Warning - just a lot of emotions😭💗also, I put one of the It Chapter 2 scenes in here for Richie so here’s the warning for that!!

A/N- so this is THE LONGEST chapter I have written for this series but it’s 100% necessary for the series. this chapter is going to show a small but very important memory of Y/N with each of the characters, each one showcasing just a little bit of how much Y/N means to them which will help show you all how much her situation affects them. since there are so many characters and flashbacks that means this chapter is super long so I apologize in advance if you think it’s too long, but I just couldn’t split it up, you know? also, I changed a scene from It Chapter 2 and basically had it happen when Y/N was around to fit the storyline, so just pretend like it happened after they defeated It in the first movie, okay? anyways, I really hope you guys like this chapter! we still have plenty of more until the end! also, all flashbacks will be in italics!

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T H E I N - B E T W E E N

Intro The Losers’ Club The Party Prologue 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 Epilogue

Steve Harrington stared at the little girl in front of him, a small frown etched onto his face as he did so. It was only him and the little girl in the room, both of their parents out in the hallway conversing while Steve got left to watch the young girl and 'bond with her' as his parents had put it.

He didn't know what to think as he stared at the girl who was currently sleeping in the crib wrapped up in a small blanket. He didn't particularly like her at the moment even though she was only a baby, still unable to talk or annoy him like a regular person his age could.

No, she was five years younger than him and had only been born the week before. His parents were just really close parents with hers, so the moment his parents got the call about Y/N L/N being born, they were pulling him towards the car so that they could go visit.

Steve wouldn't admit it, but he was kind of jealous. He just didn't get how Y/N was so special and why his parents were gushing over her when they hardly paid attention to him half of the time.

"What makes you so special?" Steve softly asked as he leaned against the edge of the crib, his fist pushing against his cheek and causing his skin to scrunch up as he stared at her. He brushed his hair back with his hand and scrunched his nose up as Y/N started to move. The baby then let out a small yawn and Steve froze. Okay, so that was kind of cute.

Steve quickly shook his head, his mop of hair moving with him as he did so. He wouldn't allow himself to have those thoughts. He wouldn't let himself break when he was trying everything in his power not to like the girl that had stolen the attention of his parents away from him.

A small coo had him looking back down at the girl and his breath hitched slightly at the sight of big e/c eyes staring up at him. A huge grin appeared on her face as she looked up at him, her arm moving in a jerking motion as she squirmed. "I won't lie. You are kind of adorable," Steve muttered as he looked down at the girl. She let out a small coo and the corners of Steve's lips turned up ever so slightly.

He noticed that her blanket was staring to fall off and reached in to fix it, the small action causing Y/N to reach out and grab onto his thumb with her tiny hand. Steve instantly froze, his eyes flickering over to lock on the baby who was staring at him with wide eyes and a toothless grin. Steve's heart melted in that moment and he gently moved her arm up and down by moving his thumb that she was still latched onto. "I guess you're not that bad," Steve whispered.

As if understanding what he had said, Y/N let out a small laugh that made him smile as a giddy feeling filled the five year old's body. And it was in that moment, with the little girl staring up at him, that he realized the responsibility that he had now bestowed upon himself.

Steve lovingly rubbed the soft skin of Y/N's tiny hand before whispering, "I'm Steve. You don't have a brother right now, but. . .but I can be that for you if you want? I'll love you with all my heart and take care of you. And don't worry, I'll protect you, okay? I'll always protect you."

- - -

Lucas let out a small sigh as he looked around his first grade classroom, watching as the kids all went to sit by their friends, making sure to avoid his table entirely. He didn't know what he did that was so wrong, but no one ever seemed to want to talk to him or even sit at the same table as him.

Staring at his empty table, Lucas let out a sigh before reaching for the crayons and beginning to work on his drawing. He didn't even realize someone had walked up to his table before a small voice asked, "Can I sit here?"

Lucas almost fell out of his seat from the sudden noise and looked up with wide eyes to see a young girl standing there. She gave him a small smile and it was only then that he remembered she had asked him a question.

"Uh. . .sure. Yeah," Lucas smiled, happy that someone actually wanted to sit with him. He watched as she sat down, but his eyebrows furrowed in confusion once he saw her pull back the other chair as if someone were going to sit down.

The girl noticed his stare and slapped her forehead. "Silly me. I'm Y/N and this is my friend Frank," she said with a giggle. She then glanced at the empty seat before leaning closer to Lucas and whispering, "He's a bit shy." Lucas snickered and Y/N winked at him before pulling away and grabbing a green crayon. She began coloring and started to tell Lucas her whole life story it seemed like.

Lucas didn't mind. He actually enjoyed the girl's company, finding her quite funny and entertaining with the way she moved her hands around as she spoke. It was only when she was in the middle of telling Lucas a story about the time she broke her arm because Frank told her to try and stick a landing by jumping off a tree that her crayon broke and she fell silent.

"Shit."

The two froze at that and Lucas looked up at the girl who seemed a bit surprised that she had uttered that word. Her eyes locked with Lucas' and the two sat there for a moment before they burst into laughter, huge grins on their faces.

"I like you!" Lucas exclaimed as he pointed his crayon in her direction. He gave her a big grin before tilting his head and asking, "Want to be best friends?" Y/N returned the smile before saying, "Sure! I was getting kind of bored of Frank anyways. He likes to eat too much candy and I don't need that or the cavities in my life." She then picked up a red crayon before glancing over at the empty seat and shrugging her shoulders. “Sorry, Frank."

- - -

Dustin skipped out of school with a grin on his face as he headed towards his bike. It was the second week of second grade and Dustin loved it so far. He didn't have many friends except for a boy named Lucas, but he had slowly started becoming friends with two other boys named Mike and Will. He didn't care about not having many friends. He was just happy with life and that was all that mattered.

In that moment, Dustin was most excited about getting home to show his mother the small painting he had made for her today. It was two stick figures, one being him and one being his mother, with a small blob that he had determined was his cat Mews. He was no Picasso, but his mother wouldn't care. The fact that it was coming from him was all that mattered.

Dustin could see his bike by now and his grin widened just a little as he stopped skipping and went to run towards it. However, just when he went to step forward, the force of two hands shoving him in the back had him tumbling to the ground.

His hands scrapped against the ground as he tried to catch himself and he let out a small hiss of pain as he stilled on the ground. "Ouch," Dustin muttered, pulling himself up slightly so that he could turn and see who had just pushed him.

He let out a mental groan at the sight of Troy Walsh and his friend James Dante, the two school bullies in his grade. "Better watch where you're going, Toothless. You don't want to lose more teeth, do ya?" Troy cackled, James snickering from his side.

Dustin tried to get up, but James just shoved the boy down. Dustin let out a defeated sigh and looked up at the boys from under his hat. "I've told you before. I have cleidocranial dysplasia," he muttered, his shoulders slumping slightly as he was being bullied for a condition he couldn't control.

"Those are some big words. You sure you know what they mean?" James laughed. “You sure you do?" Dustin retorted earning glares from the boys before Troy sent a kick to his side. Dustin groaned and held onto his side while the two bullies glared at him.

"A little birdie told me you have a pretty gross trick you can do with your arm. We want you to show us, freak," Troy demanded. Dustin went to shake his head, but James kicked him hard enough to have him falling back again. "Show us!" James exclaimed.

Dustin looked up at the boys shyly before moving his arms in a weird way so that they popped. Troy and James both winced before Troy muttered, "That was disgusting. Do it again." "I don't want to," Dustin told them as he fixed the way his arms looked. Not that it hurt doing it, but the movement could feel uncomfortable at times.

"You really are a freak, aren't you?" Troy laughed before sending another kick at the boy's side. Dustin groaned and hugged his body close to himself as the boys continued to taunt and kick him. All he wanted was to go home, but the fact that he had no friends meant that he had no one who would stand up for him. So all he could do was wait until the boys were done having their fun.

"Hey, assholes!" a voice exclaimed making the kicking stop for a second as all three boys turned to see a girl in a yellow dress with her hair tied back with a yellow bow standing there with a glare on her face.

Dustin recognized her almost immediately. He had seen her hanging around Lucas quite often. The girl was Y/N L/N and her and Lucas had been best friends since the previous year. He had always wanted to try and talk to her, but she was never around Lucas when he was there and the idea of talking to a girl scared him from talking to her when she was around Lucas.

By now the kids that were outside waiting on their parents to pick them up had turned their attention over to the group and the girl who had just openly cussed in front of everyone. Some children were snickering while others were wide eyed, but no one made a move to stop them.

"I'm sorry. Were you talking to us?" Troy asked, turning his attention away from Dustin to look at Y/N in disbelief. "Well you're the only assholes here, so who else would I be talking to?" Y/N questioned. Troy and James both went to say something, but Y/N didn't even give them the time of day as she said, "Leave the boy alone."

"Who? Toothless over here?" James asked as he kicked Dustin for good measure. "No, I don't think we will," Troy told her. "Why? Because your life sucks so badly and you're so insecure that you have to make up for it by bullying others?" Y/N retorted, earning small snickers from the kids while Troy and James glared at her with red faces.

"Insecure? What makes you think we're insecure? If anything, you should be. I mean, with a rat face like yours who wouldn't be?" Troy laughed, James joining in, but Y/N only stared at them blankly, not fazed by them at all. The fact that she didn't react made the boys' laughter die down and a silence fell among the front schoolyard.

"Your words don't bother me, Walsh. Yours either, Dante. Want to know why? Cause why the hell would I listen to the two of you when you can't even take any of the quizzes in class without cheating off of others. And guess what? You still manage to fail! So why would the words of two dumbasses such as yourselves bother me?" Y/N asked, her eyebrows raised as she awaited an answer.

The laughter was getting louder by now and and Troy and James were both red faced. "I don't need to explain why you're insecure because I know you both know exactly what I'm talking about. Or do you want me to tell everyone right now just how much a pussy you two really are?" Y/N asked as she took a few steps closer to the boys.

To Dustin's surprise, they stepped back. "You bitch," James muttered. "No, you are the bitch," Y/N whispered in a dark tone. "So why don't you two stop being bitches and head home. Your mothers will be waiting for you."

Troy and James glared at the girl, but began to walk away. "You're going to pay for this, L/N!" Troy yelled after her. Y/N just rolled her eyes and flicked the boys off before turning away and looking to Dustin who was still on the ground. "You okay?" she asked as she walked over to the boy.

"Y-Yeah, I'm okay," Dustin said as he stared up at the girl in shock. Y/N smiled and held a hand out for the boy to take. He quickly grabbed on and she helped him into his feet before the two smiled at each other. “That was amazing," Dustin told her. "Thank you."

"Don't let them bother you. Troy and James are idiots," Y/N said. She stared at the boy for a moment before saying, "I think I've seen you with Lucas before. Lucas is like my best friend."

"Yeah, we've hung out a couple of times," Dustin told her before he held a hand out. "I'm Dustin by the way. Dustin Henderson." Y/N smiled and took his hand before shaking it. "Y/N," she said, "Y/N L/N." And that was the beginning of their friendship.

- - -

"Y/N can do it!" Wheeler exclaimed causing Y/N to blink out of her thoughts she had been having to see Wheeler, Dustin, and Lucas all staring at her. “What?" Y/N asked confused seeing as she hadn't listened to a word the boys were saying. She was too busy thinking about Will who had been missing for a couple of days now. She was really worried about him, so she had found herself drifting off into space more and more often because of how much she missed him.

"You're a girl," Dustin said causing Y/N to blink. "Wow. Nice going, Sherlock. How long did it take for you to figure that out?" Y/N asked sarcastically earning a snort from Lucas who high fived her while Dustin looked unamused.

"What we are getting at is that because you are a girl, you can help get El ready and like do her makeup and stuff," Wheeler explained. Y/N hesitated and let her eyes flicker over to the girl who had literally appeared out of no where.

Eleven was the girl the group had met in the woods the other night. She had been wearing ratty clothes, had all of her hair shaved off, and didn't seem to know many words since all of her responses were only a couple words long. Y/N still didn't entirely know the girl, but Eleven seemed nice enough and Y/N actually liked her. The fact that Eleven seemed to know how to help Will also made her more accepting of her as well.

"Okay, I'm going to pretend like you didn't just assume I know how to use makeup because I'm a girl. But I probably do know more than you three, so you guys figure out an outfit while I go do El's makeup," Y/N sighed. The boys nodded and Y/N was quick to turn and take Eleven's hand before gently pulling her towards Nancy Wheeler's bedroom where she knew she would be able to find makeup of some kind.

It took a few minutes, but the two girls were eventually sitting on Nancy's bed while Y/N did Eleven's makeup. Eleven was a shy girl and didn't like to say much, so Y/N just softly hummed as she worked, pretending not to notice the way Eleven looked at her and smiling softly when Eleven tried humming the song back.

"And done!" Y/N exclaimed once she had finished up, closing the lipstick as she leaned back to look at the girl. Y/N grinned before putting the makeup down and pulling Eleven off the bed, a small laugh escaping her lips as she brought the girl over to the mirror.

Eleven froze at the sight of herself before she hesitantly reached up and poked at her face. She was silent for a minute before whispering, "Pretty?" Y/N smiled and whispered, "You're pretty with or without the makeup, El."

Eleven smiled at that and Y/N returned it as she wrapped an arm around the girl's neck and hugged her, the two looking at their reflections. Eleven was silent again as her eyes flickered between her own reflection and Y/N's. Y/N could tell she wanted to ask something, so she didn't move as she waited for Eleven to speak.

"Friends?" Eleven finally asked, her eyes flickering to look at Y/N's through the mirror as if she were afraid to ask the question in fear of Y/N saying no. Y/N smiled and whispered, "Even better. We're best friends." Eleven smiled, obviously liking the sound of that. She found herself wrapping an arm around Y/N and hugging her just like Y/N was doing before whispering back in confirmation, "Best friends."

- - -

Playing D&D with only two people was quite hard and Y/N and Will didn't realize that until one afternoon when everyone else was busy. It didn't seem to bother either of them though since it only made the game that much more fun to figure out and Will really needed that at the moment.

It had been a couple of weeks since he had returned from the Upside Down and things hadn't been the same since before he had disappeared. Wheeler was depressed because of losing Eleven, so he had been kind of off the radar, wanting nothing more than to be alone. As for Lucas and Dustin, they talked to Will like they were walking on egg shells, so Will didn't hang out with them as much at the moment.

But Y/N was different. She knew how hard it was for Will to adjust after an experience like that, especially seeing as he couldn't even sleep without waking up screaming due to nightmares. Y/N knew Will would talk to her eventually, so she just decided to treat him like normal, joking and laughing around with him like the events that had taken place never happened. It helped both of them seeing as Y/N was also affected by the loss of Eleven.

Y/N treated Will like a normal human being and it was so comforting that he had been spending most of his days by her side, the two hanging out outside of school whenever the others couldn't and just enjoying being kids.

That's how they ended up where they were right now— in Will's living room playing D&D while Jonathan listened to music in his room. Lucas had had a doctor's appointment that day, Dustin had been grounded for accidentally setting his cat's tail on fire, and Wheeler had gone home, so Y/N had brought it upon herself to entertain Will by playing D&D.

Y/N was dressed up as a magician while Will was dressed up as a wizard and the two would break character every so often to chuckle at their outfits. Besides Will, Y/N was probably the second most enthusiastic about the game and she often took over the role of narrator when Wheeler didn't want to.

This was probably one of Will's favorite days with Y/N and he didn't know why. They were just playing a game, but maybe that's exactly why it was. There was no special treatment, no walking on egg shells. It was just the two of them, two best friends being the kids that they were.

Will watched Y/N silently, his mind racing as he tried to figure out how he had gained such a great friend like Y/N. As if sensing his stare, the girl glanced over at him, her hat tilting slightly as she did. She quickly fixed her hat and gave her friend an amused look as she raised her eyebrows. "What?" she asked, the corners of her lips turning up into a smile.

"I just. . ." Will hesitated and Y/N furrowed her eyebrows. Will smiled softly before whispering, "Thank you, Y/N." He didn't have to explain what he was thanking her for. It was for her treating him normally, for playing D&D with him, for just being his friend.

Y/N was silent for a minute as she just stared at her friend, her heart warming slightly as she realized just how much she had missed him while he was gone. She smiled, "No problem, Will the Wise. Now choose your action!"

Will let out a loud laugh and neither of the kids noticed Jonathan who was watching from the doorway, happy to see his brother finally acting like himself for once. Will glanced at his friend and gave her a sly look as he picked up the dice. "Fireball."

- - -

"Where is it? Where is it? Where is it?" Y/N muttered in frustration as she flipped through the pile of records she had in the box in front of her. Letting out a groan once she had hit the back of the box, Y/N turned her body to look at Wheeler who was standing on the other end of the store.

"Wheeler, tell me some good news please!" Y/N called out, but the frown on Wheeler's face was enough of a response. "Shit," the twelve year old muttered as she hurried over to one of the boxes she had checked when they first arrived at the record shop. It was the morning before the Party's monthly karaoke night at Y/N's house and Y/N needed to get the latest Bruce Springsteen record to be able to use. Her and Wheeler always sang a song together and they were determined to sing Born in the U.S.A. However, they couldn't do that until they found the record first.

"We've checked everywhere, L/N. I don't think they have it," Wheeler said as he came to a stop beside the girl. "But how? It's still such a new album!" Y/N complained. "Exactly. They probably sold out," Wheeler told her.

"May I help you two?" a small voice asked causing the two to turn and see a young woman who looked to be in her mid-twenties standing at the end of the aisle. "Oh, yes!" Y/N exclaimed as she hurried over to the woman. "We're looking for the new Bruce Springsteen record but can't seem to find it."

"Oh, you two are fans of Bruce? I think we sold our last record earlier this morning," the woman told them causing Wheeler and Y/N to frown. "But I think we might have a few stragglers in the back if you two want to come and check." The twelve year olds' eyes lit up and Y/N gripped onto Wheeler's arm as the two jumped up and down in excitement. "Yes, please!" they both exclaimed.

The woman chuckled before gesturing to follow her. She brought them to the back where there were a few boxes of records laying in storage. "You two are free to look through the boxes if you would like. I'll be out front once you two are done," the woman told them before she began to walk away. "Thank you!" the two kids yelled after her before they looked to the boxes. They glanced at each other before practically breaking into a run.

The two were looking through the boxes within seconds and it took a few minutes before Wheeler cried out triumphantly, "I found it!" Y/N's eyes lit up and she turned to see Wheeler holding the record up in the air. She squealed before running over to the boy and hugging him in excitement. "We hit the jackpot! Hurry! Let's go buy this so we can try it out!" Y/N said.

Wheeler nodded and the two went up to the front to pay for the record. It took about twenty minutes for them to buy the record and bike all the way to Y/N's house, but it was totally worth it once they heard the familiar beat of Born in the U.S.A filling the air.

"Born down in a dead man's town. The first kick I took was when I hit the ground," Y/N sang as she pointed to Wheeler, one hand up as if she were holding a microphone. Wheeler mimicked her actions and squeezed his eyes shut as he sang along to the music with as much passion as he could, "End up like a dog that's been beat too much. 'Til you spend half your life just covering up."

The two kids grinned before singing out, "Born in the U.S.A. I was born in the U.S.A!" The two kids danced crazily around the room with their eyes shut, neither of them realizing how close they had gotten before they tripped over each other's feet and went tumbling to the ground. Y/N and Wheeler opened their eyes and the moment their eyes locked, they burst into a round of childish laughter.

This is what it was like whenever the two were together. Their friendship could be a bit odd at times, but it was about as strong as her friendship with Lucas. They were best friends and partners in crime. But even more importantly, they were karaoke partners and that night when they sang along to their favorite song would just be another win on their long list of karaoke accomplishments.

So with their laughter filling the air and five more hours until the others were supposed to come over for karaoke night, the two kids got up and spun around the room, singing their favorite song and enjoying the moment they had together.

"I was born in the U.S.A. Born in the U.S.A."

- - -

"You sure this is going to work?" Max whispered as she stared at the place in front of her. Y/N glanced over at her friend and chuckled before nudging her. "Of course it will," she told her. "Besides, you're with me. They love me."

Max rolled her eyes at her friend's ego and Y/N chuckled before linking her arm with her friend, the two walking into Scoops Ahoy side by side. "Harrington!" Y/N cried out before said boy came running out of the back room.

His eyes searched frantically before he saw Y/N standing there with Max by her side at the counter. "You little shit," he breathed out. "You can't just come running in here yelling for me like that. I thought something was wrong."

"But something is wrong," Y/N told him, the boy raising an eyebrow in amusement as a response. "I'm hungry." Steve rolled his eyes, but let out a small chuckle. "You've got a problematic life I see," he joked making Max chuckle while Y/N reached across the counter to lightly punch the boy's arm. "What would you two like?"

"Can we try one of everything and then decide what we want?" Y/N asked as she put an innocent smile on her face. Steve looked at her unamused. "I know what you're trying to do-" he began, but Y/N leaned on the counter and gave him her best pleading face as she batted her eyelashes. "Please, Stevie. Please," she said.

Steve was silent for a minute before a voice behind him said, "You're screwed." The group turned to see Robin standing with a whiteboard that had Y/N's name written on one side and Steve's on the other. "I know you, Harrington, and Y/N just pulled the puppy dog eyes on you. She's going to win this round once again," Robin said as she went ahead and drew another tally mark under Y/N's name, adding it to the collection of tally marks already there.

"No one asked you. Put that thing away!" Steve exclaimed in annoyance. Robin chuckled and held her hands up in surrender before pushing the board aside. Steve rolled his eyes before turning back to Y/N and Max who were both now giving him their best puppy eyes. He let out a sigh. "Fine. I'll get you two your samples. Now go ahead and sit down," he told them.

Y/N grinned before leaning across the counter to kiss Steve's cheek. "Thanks, Steve. Love you!" she exclaimed as she turned and dragged Max away to go find a seat. "Love you too, squirt," Steve chuckled before going to get the samples for the girls.

"Holy shit. I can't believe that worked," Max muttered as the two slid into a booth. "It's Steve. He's a sucker when it comes to me," Y/N laughed. "I love him so much."

"I wish Billy was like that. Steve isn't even your real brother," Max pouted. "He might as well be," Y/N muttered. "I'm sorry about, Billy. I think he's just going through some things right now. But in the end, he's always going to love you." Max smiled softly at that and gave Y/N a thankful nod.

"I wish Eleven was here," Y/N said, trying to change the subject. "The three of us hanging out together? Think of all the mischief we could get into!" Max chuckled, "Yeah, but's she's too busy sucking faces with Mike." The two grimaced at the thought before letting out loud laughs.

"You know, I'm glad you moved here," Y/N suddenly said, the comment making Max freeze before she looked to her friend with a smile. "I don't know. I mean, I love the boys and everything, but it's nice having some friends that are girls as well." Max smiled softly, thankful that Y/N had said that especially since she had been doubting herself in the friend group recently. "Thanks, Y/N. It's a pleasure to be able to save you from the boys," Max jokingly said.

The two girls chuckled and were in the middle of laughing when Steve set their samples down before them. Their eyes instantly lit up and Steve pointed a finger at them. "Just this time, okay?" he said. "Yes, sir!" the two girls said before they mock saluted him, thus causing another round of laughter. Steve rolled his eyes with a smile on his face before he ruffled Y/N's hair and went back to working.

Max and Y/N both glanced at each other before looking to the samples before them. There were so many that they knew they wouldn't be hungry when they were done. Y/N smirked before looking up at the red head.

"First once to get a brain freeze loses."

"Oh you're so on."

- - -

"Dammit," Mike Hanlon muttered as he stared at the bags that had fallen from his bike and onto the sidewalk. Luckily nothing had spilled, but he was going to be late to meet up with his friends if he didn't get all of his shit together.

With a frown on his face, Mike set his bike up against a building before bending down to pick up the packages he had to deliver later. His grandfather had been in a good mood and allowed him to meet up with his friends before delivering the packages, so Mike could not mess this up.

Today was the day he was supposed to be meeting the girl who had become close to the Losers. From what the others had told him, she had just moved from Indiana and seemed to be pretty amazing. He hadn't had the chance to meet her yet because he was homeschooled and work had kept him busy, but he was finally getting to meet the girl today and Mike was honestly quite nervous. He wondered what she would be like especially since each of the Losers has described her in different ways.

Stan had called her a great listener while Eddie called her a kind and understanding person. Beverly had described her as the coolest chick one would ever meet and Ben had talked about how she had great taste in music. Then there was Richie who, in true Richie fashion, had called her a babe much to Bill's annoyance. And finally Bill, who was obviously crushing on the girl, had just gushed about how great of a person she was before realizing he was getting carried away and becoming embarrassed. Mike knew he was going to like the girl just from the way his friends described her, but whether she liked him or not was the nerve racking part.

Lost in his thoughts, Mike didn't even seem to realize someone was helping him pick up the packages until his head smacked into theirs. Both of them let out a groan before Mike looked up to see a girl staring at him. She gave him a small sheepish smile before saying, "Sorry, are you okay?" "No need to apologize. It was my fault," Mike quickly rushed out as he stood up, the girl following suit. The two stood there awkwardly for a moment and Mike blinked before turning and trying to put the packages back into the basket on his bike.

Noticing the struggle, the young girl who looked to be around his age chuckled and said, "Here. Let me help." Before Mike could say anything, she had reached out and taken the packages from Mike. In a matter of seconds she had the packages in the basket and was tying them in place with some string that he had tried to use, but failed to use properly.

Once she was done, the packages were so secure Mike knew they wouldn't fall. He looked to the girl surprised and she smiled before saying, "I was the newspaper girl back in my old town, so I kind of learned how to tie the huge pile of newspapers onto my bike pretty well." "Well, thanks," Mike told her, smiling softly as he did. "It's no problem really," she said. "I'm sorry, but I've got to go. I'm supposed to be meeting someone in a couple of minutes."

"Funnily enough, me too. Hopefully I see you around?" Mike suggested. The girl smiled and gave him a short nod before hopping onto her bike and pedaling away. It wasn't until she was gone that Mike realized he never got her name. Mike shrugged it off and checked his watch before muttering, "Shit." He was going to be late at this rate.

Mike quickly hoped into his home before pedaling across town and towards the quarry. Thankfully he made it with a minute to spare. However, the Losers were already there so he knew Richie was going to give him crap for not being there early.

The boy put his bike stand up before getting off his bike and running over to the cliff where the Losers were all standing there talking to someone that he couldn't quite see. It was when the others noticed him and stepped out of the way that Mike's eyes widened in disbelief.

He watched as the girl who had helped him earlier walked out, a small chuckle escaping her lips as she tilted her head at him. "Hello again. I'm guessing you're Mike, right?" she asked, the boy nodding in response. "Nice to meet you, Mike. I'm Y/N."

- - -

Richie and Y/N hadn't always been as close as they were. In fact, Richie had been a little skeptical about the girl at first, although it didn't quite show since he never allowed his true feelings to be on display for everyone to see.

So when he had invited the Losers to come to the arcade with him and Y/N had been the only one free, Richie had honestly debated on just not showing up. However, Richie wasn't that type of person and knew he would feel guilty about it for the next six months if he didn't show, so Richie made a point to go to the arcade and had even gotten there early to make sure he wasn't late when Y/N showed up.

While he waited, Richie found himself playing Streetfighter with a boy who he didn't know the name of. He didn't know how long they were playing, but both boys were laughing and kept sneaking glances at each other as they played. Richie had only felt this way around one other person, but he was still coming to terms with it, so he pushed it aside.

It was only when the game was over and the boy went to walk away that Richie realized he didn't want to boy to leave and began to panic. "Um. . ." Richie quickly grabbed a quarter and held it up for the boy to see. "How about we play again? Play some more, you know?"

The boy was silent for a minute before he glanced over his shoulder at the sound of some kid whimpering. He caught sight of Henry Bowers before turning back to Richie who, not wanting to make the boy uncomfortable, quickly added, "Only if you want to."

"Dude, why are you being weird?" the boy said making Richie furrow his eyebrows confused. "I'm not your fucking boyfriend." Richie's eyes widened. "Woah, I-I didn't-" Richie began to say, but he was cut off by Bowers appearing behind the boy with the rest of his gang.

At that moment, Y/N came rushing into the arcade looking a little frazzled. She checked her watch and muttered, "Shit." She was a couple of minutes late and she really hoped Richie was still here. She bolted into the arcade, but paused once she saw that everyone was standing still as they watched Bowers yell at Richie.

"You trying to bone my little cousin?" Bowers asked, Richie's face growing red as he stood there frozen in place not knowing what to think or what was happening. "Get the fuck out of here, faggot! Fucking move!"

Before Y/N could so much as react, Richie was running out of the arcade, the tears obviously blurring his vision as he stumbled outside. Y/N stared after her friend before hearing laughter in the air. She turned and her eyes instantly locked on Bowers who was laughing like he had just done the funniest thing in the world. She didn't know what she was doing, but she was blinded by rage and before she knew it Bowers was on the floor and she was on top of him, her fists punching him repeatedly as she screamed at him and cussed him out for what he had done to Richie.

As she did a double fist dance on Bowers' face, Richie sat outside on a bench in the park across the street from the arcade, his face in his hands as he cried. He didn't even care if anyone saw him at the moment, the idea of holding back his emotions only making him cry harder.

"Fucking Bowers!" Richie yelled out as he brought his hands up to his hair and pulled. "Fuck!" He was sobbing at this point, everything hurting so much that he didn't notice anything that was happening around him. He didn't even notice Y/N standing before him before she whispered, "Richie?"

Richie hesitated at that before he quickly wiped his tears away and looked up at the girl, her eyes already looking at him with so much concern that it made his heart ache. No one had ever looked that worried over him. He didn't know what it felt like to have someone care about him that much to be worried for him the way she was. Although hiding his emotions made it hard for anyone to ever worry about him. Anyone except for Eddie.

"Richie, are you okay?" Y/N whispered, her eyes pleading with him to tell her what was going on. She had called him Richie, not Tozier, Richie realized. For some reason, that alone was enough to make him break down a little more and he looked back down. "Of course I'm okay," Richie tried to reply in his usual upbeat tone, but him having to wipe away his own tears took away the effect.

Y/N was silent for a moment before she sat down next to the boy. Richie stared at the ground, not wanting to look her in the eyes. Y/N remained silent a little longer before she placed a hand on his shoulder and whispered again, "Richie, are you okay?" Richie broke at that, the sobs returning while Y/N quickly wrapped her arms around him causing the boy to turn and hug her back just as tight. She let him stay like that as long as he needed before the boy eventually pulled away, his eyes landing on her hands which were caked with blood.

"Well shit, what happened to you?" Richie asked with a small laugh as he wiped away his tears. “I beat the shit out of Bowers, that's what happened," Y/N explained, finally allowing Richie to connect the dots and realize that she had seen everything that had happened in the arcade.

For some reason, he found himself chuckling at that and turning his head so that he could look at her. He stared at her for a moment before suddenly blurting out, "I'm gay." Y/N glanced at the boy and Richie blushed before looking away and whispering, "Fuck. That wasn't how I wanted to say that. Fuck, Richie, you fucking loser. Holy shit, I can't believe I just- Fuck!"

Richie let out a sigh before looking at his hands. "I know you saw what happened in the arcade with Bowers, but I didn't even do anything. I didn't even know that was his cousin for starters. We were just playing Streetfighter and I asked if he wanted to play again and he started making fun of me before Bowers appeared and then you know the rest," Richie went on.

Richie was red faced by now. He had never opened up to someone like this before especially not to Eddie who he knew would never know about any of this. So telling Y/N was a big deal for him and he suddenly felt weird about having told her, the fear of rejection looming over him as he sat there. He was embarrassed.

Y/N was silent for longer than Richie would've liked, but she eventually reached out and took his hand before giving it a small squeeze and whispering, "Rich?" The boy was hesitant but let his eyes flicker over to her, the small smile she gave him making him relax a little bit. "It's okay if you're gay or straight or bi. Who you like isn't what defines you. You're still the same person. And I'm going to love you no matter what because you're still Richie 'Trashmouth' Tozier," Y/N assured him.

Richie was silent for a moment as he stared at the girl in disbelief. His eyes began to well with tears and it took him a moment longer to reach out and hug the girl, the weight from finally telling someone and being accepted for who he really was being lifted off his shoulders. Y/N hugged the boy back and, once again, allowed him to hug her for as long as he needed. It was only when he pulled away that she stood up and held a hand out to him.

"Come on. I brought a bag full of quarters and I intend on using them," she told him, a small smile on her face as she stared at the boy. "What about Bowers?" Richie asked, trying not to seem like he was afraid of coming face to face with the boy once again.

"We can handle him," Y/N assured him. "Besides, he's got a shit punch anyways." Richie let out a small snort at that before reaching out and taking the girl's hand. She smiled and pulled him up onto his feet before they began to walk away from the bench.

And with that, the two went back to the arcade hand in hand, both of them happy that they now had a new best friend by their side.

- - -

Birds were Stan's favorite animals. They always had been since he was five years old and he was gifted a book on birds for his birthday. Since that day he had used that very book every Saturday, the day he would sit outside or camp out in the woods to just look at the birds and see which ones he could find.

Stan tended to go bird-watching by himself, the other Losers not particularly liking the activity. Each of them had come with him once before, but it didn't take much for Stan to notice how bored they were before he would sigh and let them leave. They always felt somewhat guilty for it—minus Richie who made some crude joke before leaving— but Stan always assured them it was okay and they would go, leaving Stan behind to bird-watch by himself once again.

But things changed one Saturday morning when Y/N decided she wanted to see what Stan spent his time doing when the others weren't around. Stan was afraid to show her seeing as she was one of his newest friends and he didn't want to scare her away.

He quite liked Y/N actually and the two had become almost as close as he was with all the other Losers. Y/N tried to divide her time up equally with everyone, but it wasn't much of a surprise that she spent just a little more time with Bill than the others. So when Y/N had asked Stan to let her tag along, the boy had been both surprised and nervous. For some reason, he really didn't want Y/N to be bored and make fun of him like the others.

To his surprise, Y/N did the exact opposite. They had been bird-watching for an hour now and Y/N hadn't lost the small sparkle in her eyes or the smile on her face as she desperately searched for the birds among the trees. Every so often she would nudge the boy and ask him what bird the one she was pointing at was and he would whisper facts to her while they stared at the bird ahead. It was the first time someone was genuinely interested and the fact warmed Stan's heart.

"Stanley," Y/N whispered before she nudged him gently, instantly knocking him out of his thoughts. "Stanley. Stanley. Stanley. Stan. Stan the Man." Stan chuckled softly before whispering back, "Yes?" Y/N glanced at the boy before pointing towards a small bird that was blue with a light yellow belly and a black stripe across its head that led away from the beak. "What's that one?" she asked softly in an attempt to not scare the bird away.

Stan turned his attention to the bird and narrowed his eyes slightly before whispering, "That bird is called a nuthatch. You know they can walk up and down a tree? They are really smart too. Some of them even use a piece of bark to help pry open other pieces of bark so that they can look for insects." "Woah," Y/N breathed out. "That's so cool."

Stan chuckled and whispered out a few more facts about the bird while they watched it walk up the tree. Eventually the bird flew away and Y/N made that same face where her lips opened up as a huge grin broke out on her face, her sparkling eyes following the bird until it had disappeared before she leaned back with a small content sigh escaping her lips.

Y/N had never realized how calming and intriguing bird-watching could be. Her life was always moving fast, so getting the chance to sit down and enjoy the world instead of running from its horrors was something she couldn't thank Stan enough for.

"Stanley?" Y/N whispered, the name falling from her lips with ease. Stan had told her plenty of times that she could call him Stan, but she still called him by his first name most of the time. He wouldn't admit it, but he secretly liked the fact that she did. "Yeah?" Stan asked, his eyes flickering over to look at her before he looked back out at the different birds that were flying around.

"Thanks for bringing me along."

Stan kind of froze at that before turning his head so that he could get a good look at her. Y/N was staring at the birds with a warm smile on her face, the sunrise hitting her face so that it glowed. Not that he would ever think of her in that way, but for a second he could see why Bill liked her so much.

"Thanks for coming with me," Stan told her, the girl sending a small smile in his direction before reaching out and squeezing his hand gently. And with that, the two turned their attention back to the birds.

Their friendship became ten times stronger that day and from then on they spent every Saturday morning in Stan's backyard watching the birds and taking a break from life.

- - -

The soft rustling of pages as he and Y/N flipped the pages of their books was all Ben could hear that Friday evening. They were in the library doing research on Hawkins since Ben found all of the events Y/N had described to be almost as interesting as Derry.

It had all started when she first told them about her life in Hawkins during the first day of school. She hadn't opened up about some of the more serious stuff until the group had become close and Ben hadn't been able to stop himself from raising his eyebrows and muttering, "Hawkins, Indiana? Well I guess I know the next place I'm going to research."

That's how the two had ended up in the library a week later, no one in the group except for the two of them wanting to go research the place. They had spent probably the last two hours in the place just flipping through different books, but nothing had popped out.

Y/N was currently reading a Russian book which Ben had questioned about, but she hadn't given him an explanation, only smiling and opening the book before beginning to read. Ben on the other hand was reading a book about Hawkins itself and hadn't found anything out of the ordinary which made the town that much more of a mystery.

Ben was just about to flip the page again when a soft humming suddenly filled his ears, the tune making him freeze as he recognized it almost instantly. His eyes flickered up to Y/N who had started to move her lips as she quietly whispered to a Kids on the Block song, one that Ben was very familiar with.

"First time was a great time. Second time was a blast. Third time I fell in love. Now I hope it lasts," Y/N whispered, not one hundred percent realizing what she was doing. Ben was quick to whisper the next lines which made the girl look up at him in shock, "I can see it in your walk. Tell 'em when you talk. See it in everything you do. Even in your thoughts.” The two grinned before whispering together, "You got the right stuff, baby. Love the way you turn me on. You got the right stuff, baby. You're the reason why I sing this song."

They didn't realize their voices were raising, each of them getting more excited about the fact that someone they knew was a huge Kids on the Block fan like them. For Y/N, the only other person she could sing with had been Wheeler, but for Ben, he had never had anyone.

"All that I needed was you. Oh girl, you're so right. And all that I wanted was you," they sang. "You made all-" Y/N said before she pointed to the boy with a grin. "My dreams come true," Ben finished. "The right stuff." "The right stuff," Y/N nodded with a small laugh. The two went to sing the next part of the song when they were suddenly hushed by the librarian. Y/N and Ben froze before turning to see that everyone in the library was looking at them and that the librarian was even glaring at them.

The two went red faced and gave the group apologetic smiles before looking back down at their books. They waited a second before glancing up at each other and chuckling softly. "The right stuff," Ben whispered making Y/N grin so big that Ben couldn't help but smile back. She nodded before reaching out and fist bumping the boy. “The right stuff."

- - -

"What are we doing here?" Beverly asked confused as she glanced over at Y/N who was smiling and practically bouncing up and down on her feet. Beverly looked at the clothing store in front of her before looking to Y/N again and raising an eyebrow.

"Back in Hawkins, two of my closest friends were Eleven and Max. We would have these girl days where we would hang out at the mall and try on clothes and just have fun. I know you haven't been in the best mood this week," Y/N began. Beverly went to deny it, but Y/N just smiled and said, "And don't deny it because Ben already told me. Anyways, I wanted to cheer you up by having a girls day and since Derry doesn't have a mall, this is the next best option."

Beverly was silent for a minute as she tried to process what Y/N was saying. Finally she let you a small sigh and gave the girl a weak smile. "Okay, but only for an hour or two," Beverly said making Y/N squeal in excitement before grabbing her arm and pulling the red head into the store. “Trust me, Bev. By the time an hour is up you're never going to want to leave," Y/N said.

"Okay," Beverly said, obviously not believing her. However, Beverly realized just how wrong she was once the two were reaching the end of their second hour of shopping. They weren't even buying anything, only trying on clothes and looking at themselves in the mirror. But somehow Y/N had made it fun.

Y/N had them both try on ridiculous outfits and they would spend forever looking the mirror at themselves as they laughed to the point where workers had to come up and ask if they were okay. Y/N had even brought a Polaroid so that they could take pictures to remember all the fun they were having and she made Beverly pretend as if she were walking down a runway while Y/N took pictures of her, the two girls bursting into giggling fits every couple of minutes.

By the time the two hours was up, Beverly never wanted to leave and the fact only made her mood dampen. Y/N noticed the sudden change in demeanor and frowned as she watched Beverly reluctantly putting the clothes away.

"Hey," Y/N whispered as she came to Beverly's side and placed a hand on the red head's shoulder. "Are you okay? What's wrong?" Beverly was silent for a minute before giving the girl a small smile. "Nothing," she assured her despite them both knowing she was lying.

"No, Bev. Come on. You don't need to lie. You can tell me anything. I promise I won't judge," Y/N said. "Was it all the pictures? I'm sorry. I should've asked before I-" “No, it wasn't the pictures," Beverly assured her. "I'm glad we have the memories."

Y/N smiled and Beverly returned it before looking down at her hands sadly. "I'm just a little sad it had to end is all," Beverly explained. "I never really had friends up until I met the boys, so I've never had a girl friend to hang out with. I guess I just didn't realize what I was missing and I'm afraid for it to end. I'm sorry. It probably sounds stupid."

"No, Beverly. It's not stupid," Y/N said. "I know how you feel. Until I met Eleven and Max, my four best friends were all guys. I hadn't even realized what having another girl around would be like and I was so afraid of losing Eleven and Max because I enjoyed getting away from the boys and spending time with them. I promise you this won't be the last girl day, okay? I can only handle Richie's trashmouth for so long."

Beverly chuckled softly before looking at her friend and smiling at her. "Thanks, Y/N," she whispered. Y/N smiled back and pulled Beverly in for a hug, the gesture making Beverly freeze for a moment before she fell into Y/N's embrace and hugged her back.

"Thanks for hanging out with me today," Y/N told her. "But the fun doesn't have to end here." Beverly pulled away to look at the girl and Y/N smirked. "Ice cream?" Beverly chuckled and shook her head at her friend before saying, "I thought you'd never ask."

- - -

All Eddie could hear was his own erratic breathing as he desperately tried to reach for his inhaler which was in his fanny pack. The only problem was that his fanny pack had been torn off of him by Henry Bowers and was lying on the concrete a few feet away and Bowers wouldn't let him near it long enough for him to grab his inhaler. His chest was on fire, his throat closing off more and more every second as it felt like someone was literally sitting on his lungs. He was growing more and more panicked, so his breathing continued to get worse and worse as tears filled his eyes.

This seemed to make Henry laugh harder and that made him start shoving and kicking Eddie harder than before. Eddie mentally cursed himself for having been walking alone. He had stayed after school to have a talk with his teacher and told the others to go ahead on to the quarry where he said he would meet them. Richie had been a little reluctant to go, but had left with the other Losers, leaving Eddie by himself. Eddie thought he would've been safe from Bowers, but it seemed as if Bowers had been waiting for him because the moment he stepped out of school, Bowers was there waiting.

Another kick to the side made Eddie's wheeze grow louder. He was biting his lip as he attempted not to cry, but his asthma was bothering him to the point where he could barely function and he knew if he didn't get to his inhaler soon he would end up having a full blown asthma attack.

As if sensing his prayers, the kicking and punching stopped, allowing Eddie to crawl over to his fanny pack and grab his inhaler. He quickly took a hit before holding his breath, allowing the medicine to fill his lungs and bring him some relief. He repeated the step once more, the medicine instantly making him feel better and allowing the beating of own heart in his ears to disappear.

Eddie put the inhaler in his fanny pack before putting it back around his waist and turning to see what had happened to Bowers. To his surprise, Y/N was standing there with a bloody fist while Bowers laid on the ground holding his face. He didn't even have time to think about why Y/N was still at school before Bowers was yelling out in anger.

"You bitch! I'm going to beat the shit out of you!" Bowers yelled as he pushed himself up and went to lunge for her, but Y/N was so mad that she merely swung back before sending her fist right into Bowers nose. A loud cracking nose filled the air and Eddie winced as he looked at Bowers who had fallen onto the ground with his nose turned at a weird angle. Eddie then quickly looked to Y/N and he paled at the sight of wrist bent in the wrong direction.

"Shit," he heard her whisper before she turned and looked to the boy. Her eyes widened at the sight of Eddie and she quickly ran over to him. "Eddie, are you okay?" "I'm. . .I'm fine. Your wrist though," Eddie muttered, his face paling more as he saw the injury up close. A groan had them both looking to see Bowers starting to get up off the ground.

Y/N was quick to think and grabbed Eddie's hand with her good one before pulling him up off his feet and dragging him away from the school as the two bolted away. They didn't stop running until they knew Bowers was far behind them and even then, Eddie had to be the one to stop the girl, his eyes still trained on her wrist.

They were both breathing heavily as Eddie gently reached out and went to move Y/N's wrist. She instantly winced and Eddie began to breath frantically as he started to panic. “It's broken. Shit, it has to be broken. We have to get help. We have to get you to the hospital. Do you know where the closest hospital is? Actually I think it's a few streets down. We should probably go before your wrist gets any worse. Shit, this is my fault! Why would you do that, Y/N?" Eddie rambled.

"Eds," she said causing the boy to quiet down and look at her. She was the only one that was ever allowed to call him that, so Eddie wasn't even fazed by the nickname. "First of all, I'm going to be fine, so calm down. Second of all, it was one hundred percent worth it. Bowers was being an asshole and I wasn't about to let him continue to treat you like that. Are you okay?" Before Eddie could think properly, the girl had reached up and brushed the hair out of his eyes, a gesture that made him blush because he had seen mothers do that to their own kids but he had never been on the receiving end of that kind of touch.

"I'm. . .I'm fine. My inhaler helped," Eddie explained. "But we shouldn't be worrying about me. You're the one with a broken hand." Y/N just shrugged before letting out a small chuckle and saying in excitement, "But, Eds, did you see his nose? That thing's got to be broken as well!" Eddie looked at the girl in disbelief, silently wondering how she was able to remain so calm when her hand was literally broken. Then again, Y/N L/N always had been one to surprise him.

Smiling lovingly at the girl who was not only his best friend but like a sister as well, the boy gently took her good hand before tugging her forward. "Come on, my knight in shining armor. Let's get you to the hospital and get that wrist checked out," Eddie said, feeling a little more calm now thanks to Y/N who he knew had purposefully been cracking jokes and acting like everything was okay just to keep him calm. Y/N didn't fight him that time and the two made their way to the hospital. Y/N walked out that day with Eddie by her side and a bright white cast on that day with one signature already on it. Eds.

- - -

"A shower cap?"

Stan blinked in surprise before nodding his head. "Yeah, it's supposed to help keep the spiders out of your hair," he explained as he held the shower cap out for his friend. He had made a special trip out to the pharmacy to get her one, so he really hoped she would just take it, even if she didn't use it. Y/N smiled at the boy before taking the shower cap from him, the boy instantly relaxing in response. "Thanks, Stanley," she said before she put the shower cap on and looked to the others. They were all busy either talking or doing something else, so no one was looking at her except for Stan and Bill, the later smiling at her in an almost dreamy sort of way as he too wore his shower cap.

Bill chuckled softly at the sight of her and Y/N glanced at him before making a small face causing the two to burst into a round of laughter that had the other Losers looking at them and shaking their heads at how oblivious the two teens were. The Losers all looked away, leaving Bill, Y/N, and Stan the only ones paying attention once again.

"How did I look?" she questioned, directing it more towards Bill which Stan quickly realized. Stan smirked before walking way, neither of the teens noticing because of the fact that they were too caught up with each other. "B-B-Beautiful as always," Bill whispered, a blush dusting his cheeks at his own words. Y/N instantly blushed before smiling thankfully at Bill and leaning back in the hammock she had been lying in. She had to fight Richie and Eddie for it, but Eddie gave in almost instantly because he loved making the girl happy so it had been mostly her fighting Richie over the hammock before he had eventually caved and let her have it.

Now that she had the shower cap on, Y/N was busying herself with reading a Spider-Man comic while the others all goofed off, Bill secretly sneaking glances at her every so often. It had been one of the days they spent at the quarry which meant the evening was spent in their clubhouse that Ben had built under ground, thus leading to the spider problem. However, it was already getting quite late, so the Losers were slowly beginning to leave one by one. Y/N was too lost in her comic to really notice, but that didn't stop her from calling out a goodbye every so often. As for Bill, his eyes hadn't left the girl since she put the shower cap on, the sight being just too adorable for him to look away.

Stan and Ben were the last ones to leave the clubhouse that night and they rolled their eyes at the sight of Bill staring at their best friend, his feelings so obvious that they wondered if Y/N was really as smart as she claimed to be. "Night guys," Stan called out before he began to climb up the ladder, Ben quickly following. "Bye, Ben! Bye, Stan!" Y/N called out, momentarily looking up to smile at the boys before she was back to reading her comic.

"B-B-bye, guys," Bill said as he waved at the two. They just smirked at him and waved back before disappearing into the night, not noticing the look of confusion on Bill's face as they did so. Bill didn't think too much about the smirks his friends had sent him before he let his eyes flicker back over to Y/N who was looking up from the comic and at the empty clubhouse. "Woah. When did everyone leave?" she muttered in confusion.

"A w-w-while ago," Bill chuckled as he titled his head at the girl. "M-M-Maybe if you weren't t-t-too busy reading you would've n-n-noticed." Y/N gasped in fake shock before saying, "Let me tell you, Bill Denbrough. Peter Parker is nothing to joke about." Bill chuckled and she couldn't stop herself from smiling at the sight of the beautiful boy before she waved him over.

Bill was quick to walk over to her and she smiled before holding the comic out. "Peter Parker is above his time, Bill. He's smart, sarcastic, funny, and a freaking superhero! He genuinely cares about people and he is always-" Y/N began to ramble on about the superhero, but her words fell on deaf ears as Bill just stared at her in amazement.

His eyes flickered over her face and the way her eyelashes fluttered against her cheek or the way her e/c eyes would flicker between him and the comic as she excitedly talked about the superhero she loved so much. It was like he was trying to memorize every inch of her face which maybe he was. He never wanted to forget this moment, even if nothing significant was happening. Y/N just looked so beautiful, shower cap and all, and Bill couldn't stop himself from not wanting to remember every little detail of this moment. The smell of wood in the air mixing with the strawberry scent of Y/N's shampoo that swirled through the air because of how close they were. The creaking of wood and the sound of the night filling the air around them. Then there was him and Y/N, Bill kneeling down beside the hammock with one hand against his cheek while the other was holding onto Y/N's hand, something neither had noticed yet.

A small smile appeared on Bill's face as he watched the girl and she paused for a moment before staring at him with an unreadable expression. Finally, she returned the smile before grabbing onto his arm and tugging him slightly as she whispered, "Come here." Bill's face reddened a little, but he still managed to pull himself into the hammock, Y/N instantly snuggling up against him as his arm wrapped around her waist.

Y/N seemed to be unfazed by the new step of their relationship, the two having never cuddled before, let alone been this close unless it was just to hug. Instead, she was already reading the comic out loud, adding her own little comments here and there to make Bill laugh, knowing that each laugh made him rest his face against the side of hers momentarily before he pulled away to look at the comic.

Or at least she thought he was looking at the comic. But in reality, his eyes were on her. Just like they always were and like they always would be. For to him, there was no better way to spend his evening than admiring the girl that had stolen his heart since the first day he met her almost two years ago.

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The basement was unusually quiet that night as the Party and the Losers all sat in Y/N's basement trying to comprehend the events that had taken place only an hour before. None of them were able to come to terms with what had happened and no one even knew what to say. The silence was one they could all feel, each of them distantly hearing Y/N's laugh or one of her sarcastic and witty comments. It was haunting almost and the group could feel themselves breaking more and more with each second that passed.

Everyone was affected by what had happened to Y/N, but they all knew Bill was affected in a deeper way than they were. While their love for Y/N was merely a platonic, more family type of love, what Bill felt for the girl was the opposite. He cared about her so much that the group could practically feel their hearts aching for him, especially when they saw him sitting blankly in the corner with a tear stained face, red eyes, and his jacket clutched in his shaking hands.

"What are we going to do?" Eddie finally whispered as he wiped at the tears on his face. All he could think about was his friend, the girl who had stood up for him and who had promised to not let anything happen to him. Eddie could only think about how he should've promised that to her as well. He should've insisted on going with her, making sure that the girl was safe and by his side. Then maybe what happened wouldn't have happened.

"We're getting her back," Steve said, all eyes falling on him as he tried to act like he was fine despite the tears that kept falling from his eyes. The tears were collecting on his chin, threatening to fall down, and Steve was quick to wipe them away with a sniff. "That's what we're fucking going to do."

"Oh, really? And how do you plan on doing that, Einstein?" Richie asked bitterly, his emotions being out of whack making him lash out. Steve narrowed his eyes at the boy. "Watch it, Trashmouth. At least I intend on saving Y/N," he replied.

Richie shot up from his spot, his red eyes focused on Steve as he glared at him. "What's that supposed to mean? You think I don't want to save her?" Richie asked. "Wouldn't be surprised," Wheeler muttered, making Richie turn his gaze on the boy. "Of course you have something to say. You always do, don't you?" Richie shot back.

Wheeler stood up from his spot, ignoring Eleven as she tried to grab him and pull him back down. "Mike," Eleven whispered, but the boy shook his head. "No, El. I'm done with this asshole," Wheeler said as he walked over to Richie. Richie was raising an eyebrow at the boy and they both crossed their arms as Wheeler came to a stop in front of him.

"Steve was right. He's actually trying to do someone to help Y/N while you're just sitting there pouting. Y/N needs our fucking help, but you can't get over yourself enough to realize it. So why don't you just shut the hell up for once, go sit back down with your little friends, and let us handle the situation," Wheeler said.

Richie scoffed in disbelief. "I'm sorry. I don't seem to remember when I asked for your opinion? Y/N's just as much my friend as she is yours and you have to be batshit crazy to believe that I don't want to go save her," Richie shot back. "Well I didn't exactly see you rushing to save her when she was trapped behind the gate," Wheeler told him. "Oh, you mean the gate that your girlfriend shut? The gate that, because it was shut, allowed for Y/N to get trapped in the fucking Upside Down? That gate?" Richie asked as he jabbed Wheeler in the chest.

"Touch me again. No, better yet. Disrespect my girl again. See what fucking happens," Wheeler growled. "Mike," Eleven sighed as she got up from her spot. She knew Y/N wouldn't want them arguing like this and it seemed that Eddie realized this too. "Guys. Calm down. We really don't need to-" Eddie began as he walked forward and began to pull Richie away, Eleven doing the same to Wheeler. However, that was when Wheeler delivered the final blow, "You don't deserve, Y/N. None of you losers do."

Eddie froze at that, his hand that was on Richie's arm immediately dropping. He turned his face to look at Wheeler and gave him an unamused look before saying, "You fucking asshole!" Eddie was about to lunge at Wheeler, but Beverly and Ben quickly pulled him back. However, the Party seemed to notice Eddie's small advance and they were all up in a flash and by Wheeler's side, the Losers doing the same for Richie and Eddie. None of them knew how it happened, but before they knew it, the once silent room was filled with arguing as both side took shots at the other.

"Y/N's life has been one hundred times better since she left Hawkins! You ever wonder why she never comes back to visit?"

"I thought the move was the worst thing to ever happen to her, but after meeting you guys I see I stand corrected!"

"Say that shit again. I dare you!"

"Y/N would leave you all in a heartbeat to come back to Hawkins and she wouldn't even look back!"

"You motherfuckers!"

It all became a blur after that, everyone from each side yelling and shoving each other as their pent up emotions poured out of them. They were all hurt and upset about Y/N and this was all they could think of doing at the moment to relieve some of the pain.

As for Bill, he was still sitting in the corner by himself. It was only when the fighting seemed to register in his brain that the boy looked up, a look of complete disbelief on his face as he clutched the jacket harder and stood up from his spot. "Hey!" Bill yelled, but the groups were too red faced and into the fight for them to notice his yelling. Bill huffed in frustration before shoving his way to the middle of the group. He pushed the sides away from each other before yelling at the top of his lungs, "Sit the fuck down!" Hearing those words coming out of the stuttering boy who had been sitting quietly in the corner had them all freeze, each of them realizing what had just happened. Reluctantly, the two groups went to sit back down, but not before glaring at the other side.

Bill scoffed as he stared at the groups and shook his head as tears filled his eyes. "A-A-Are you fucking k-k-kidding me?" he asked, finally getting all eyes to turn on him as he looked at them in disbelief. "We have a life at st-st-stake and you all are bickering like a bunch of f-f-four year o-o-olds!" Bill exclaimed, his eyes looking at the groups in disbelief. "Pull yourselves t-t-together and get up off your asses. We've got a f-f-friend to save!" Everyone's anger seemed to dissolve slightly as they watched the boy, looks of guilt flashing across some of their faces.

Bill shook his head and looked down at the ground as he tried to calm himself down. When he looked back up and began to speak, his voice was clear and strong, not a single piece of evidence of his stutter falling from his lips causing everyone to realize just how serious he was being.

"I know each of you is hurting. I know. Y/N meant a lot to all of us. But you all have to realize just who is in this room because every person in this room plays a major role in Y/N's life," Bill said. He glanced at the Party and gestured towards them. "You guys grew up with her. You helped shape her into the person she was and gave her some of the best experiences of her life. You showed her what friendship was and what family means. She knows what she does today because of you."

Bill then gestured towards the Losers and himself. "We're the ones who have helped her through a tough part of her life. We've protected her with our own lives and have loved her unconditionally. She's been one of our own since day one and she will be until the day she dies," he told them. Bill sighed before saying, "Look, we all care about her and she cares about each of us. We're her friends. We're her family. No one can tell any of us any different."

"That's why we're all upset because not only are we scared of losing her, but we are scared of her forgetting about us in any way. But I promise you that it's not happening for either side. She's always going to be a member of the Party and she's always going to be a part of the Losers' Club. She's like the in-between, the perfect mix of each group. She won't forget her past and she won't forget her present," Bill said as he pointed to each of the groups.

"Y/N has always put our needs in front of her own, but right now, we're going to have to put her above everything else. Each of you is going to have to push aside your differences, your egos, your selfishness, and your attitudes if you want to get Y/N back. Because the only way to get our girl back is if we work together," Bill told them, his eyes flickering over the guilty expressions of the groups as they realized Bill was right about everything he had said.

"How are we going to do that?" Richie asked softly. "Cause I'm with you, Bill. I'm just. . .I don't want to screw up and lose her. We're going to have to make sure everything is perfect and right now the major thing in our way is finding a way to get back to her."

"That's w-w-where the first part of my p-p-plan comes into play," Bill told him. He then turned to look at Eleven who was looking to the ground. As if sending his stare, the girl glanced up. "Eleven, is th-th-there any way you th-th-think you could open the g-g-gate? I meant if you were able to cl-cl-close it, shouldn't you be able t-t-to either make one or o-o-open it?"

"You want her to make a portal that goes to the Upside Down?" Wheeler asked, his tone a little hard as he became protective of his girlfriend. "I can do it," Eleven said with a nod causing Wheeler to look to her. Eleven sighed and glanced at her boyfriend. "Y/N is our friend, Mike. Don't tell me you wouldn't try anything to get back the girl who you've been friends with since the second grade." Wheeler looked down, his expression softening at Eleven's words. Eleven put a hand to the boy's cheek before whispering, "I owe it to her to try." Wheeler nodded slightly and Eleven smiled before letting her eyes flicker over to Bill. Bill gave the girl a small nod in thanks which Eleven quickly returned.

"Bill is right," Beverly called out from where she was sitting beside Ben and Stan. Everyone looked to her and she glanced up from her hands before letting her eyes flicker around the room. "Both groups have to work together. It's the only way we are going to win this thing. It's the only way we are going to get Y/N back."

Bill nodded in agreement before allowing his eyes to flicker over each of the people in the room. His gaze stopped on Steve who was looking at the boy with an unreadable expression on his face. But then Steve was giving him a small nod of approval and thanks and Bill couldn't help but smile as a small wave of relief washed over him.

"All th-th-those in favor of t-t-teaming up to save Y/N?" Bill questioned as he looked around the room. Everyone's hands shot up into the air almost instantly and Bill smiled softly before looking down at the jacket in his hands. He then looked back up and gave the group a nod.

"Let's g-g-go save our g-g-girl then, shall we?"

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You Can’t Sit With Us || Lydia and Cece

Timing: Current Parties: @inspirationdivine & @thebickedwitchoftherest Summary: Cece provides Lydia with some much needed security. Warnings: Head trauma tw, stalking reference

Lydia's heart has taken up permanent residence in her throat. It pounded fast as she sat in her kitchen. Thank God the summer sun hung in the sky so long, keeping her safe with every minute of its presence. The doorbell rang, and Lydia used her smartphone to see through the camera who it was. Showtime. Lydia picked up her crutches and slowly, achingly shuffled to the door. She wore a long dressing gown, heavy make up and as much glamour as she could manage. She wouldn't look well, she wouldn't look herself, but the blackened bruises on her face would be hidden, not would she look anything but human. At least, for as long as she could hold it. "Ms Bishop, thank you ever so much for coming as such short notice." Lydia smiled, but no amount of magic could hide the croak in her voice. She hopped aside, careful not to say any invitation.

Cece felt like a call girl, without any of the implied action. She waved at the camera after knocking and readjusted the bag on her shoulder. The thing kept getting heavier and heavier as she added more things to it she deemed necessary. God forbid anyone decided to check her bag. They would probably think she was insane. The woman, who Cece assumed was Lydia, opened the door and Cece sucked in a low whistle. She didn’t look good. She answered on crutches, and despite the makeup and expensive looking robe, it was pretty evident that she was in a rough place. “Anything for a friend.” Cece answered, wondering how it was that Lydia and Remmy had become acquainted in the first place. “You can call me Cece, it’s preferred actually. What should I call you?” The two stood for a long moment before Cece realized that she wasn’t about to get an invitation into the home. “I’m just gonna let myself in then.” Cece leaned forward, talking softly and then pushing past Lydia and into the home. Smart choice though, avoiding words like that. Clearly, Lydia had learned the wrong way. “So a little birdy told me you’ve got some vamp troubles. What’s the story? Ex-lover? Pizza boy? If so, I hope you gave a shitty tip.”

She smiled thinly, nodding at the name. "Lydia will do nicely," she replied, and lead CeCe into her home, slowly, with the loud click of crutches on hardwood. She couldn't, however. Hide the disgust as Cece tried to guess at the causes of the dispute. "Nothing worth sharing. I just need to know that he won't ever walk back in again." Lydia squeezed her eyes shut from the sun. Bright light was a terrible thing. She grabbed for the sunglasses she kept on a nearby counter, and hoped Cece wouldn't question it. At least the place was clean, Lydia thought. Nothing on display. There was a couch sized gap in the living room, but beyond that, not much to be concerned about. "I don't know how it works. Your spell, I mean. Where do you need to set up? Does it work for the entire house or do you need to do it at each door? Because I have a lot of houses." Lydia frowned, pinching her nose. "I mean I have a lot of doors. Just the one house to spell. Do you- do you want a drink, uh- a coffee or something?"

Cece got the message. Lydia wasn’t much of a conversationalist it seemed. At least not regarding the vampire she wanted to be permanently evicted from her house. “Point taken. Well, no vampires will be coming back through this door unless they’re paying rent.” Cece began unpacking things from her bag. Multiple bottles of water, a tuft of sage, and the ever spell important candles. She eyed the sunglasses, wondering if Lydia had spent the night coping with her problems. Cece had her own pair of hangover sunglasses she dusted off and fashioned from time to time. “The spell? Piece of cake. I can set up right here. I’ll just have to circle your house a couple of times, but I’ll do the actual spell near the front door. It’ll work for the whole house, and all vampires. Unless you just have one you want to keep out.” Cece grabbed two bottles of water from her bag and carried them over with her to Lydia. “That depends. Do you have wine? Whiskey? Anything alcohol actually.” Cece questioned, never one to turn down a free drink if offered, “Holy water” Cece held the bottle up and shook it for clarification, “I’m gonna go and sprinkle this around the house. Be right back.”

"Right, right of course." Lydia nodded weakly. Wine was doable. While she couldn't drink it right now, she had plenty in stock, and might even enjoy briefly discussing it. Until she imagined bending down or crouching to reach into the wine cooler, and she felt electricity shoot down her spine. But the whiskey was in the cupboard, just below eye level. "Whiskey I can do," she agreed. "See you in a little." Considering that Lydia's home contained her entire restoration studio, her luscious living space, work studios for Sammy and Chloe, and multiple spare bedrooms, it was a large mansion, so she might not be back immediately. Lydia hobbled to the kitchen, moving on automatic as she got out the glass, grabbed the whiskey. It wasn't until she'd finished pouring the whiskey that she realised she has gotten Cece a wine glass rather than a whiskey one, and had poured her a wine portion size of whiskey. She could repour it, but that simple effort was suddenly overwhelming, as Lydia staggered into a kitchen chair, cradling her head between her hands. She stayed there until she heard footsteps back in the hallway, her heart plunging into a panic as she sat upright a little too fast. "Cece?"

“Whiskey it is!” Cece answered before jogging out the door with her bottles of water. The house was massive, far larger than Cece’s own house. This town managed to have an impressive amount of large homes and rich people for its size. Clearly, she should have worn more comfortable shoes today. Curse her for matching the shoes with the outfit. She used her keys to poke a hole in the top of the first bottle of water, squeezing it to spray a stream of holy water into the grass. She began her long trek circling the house, switching bottles once she ran out of the first. Once she had finally circled the yard, she used the small leftover amount of water to spray around the front door. When she went back into the house, Lydia practically jumped. Fuck. Whoever this vampire was, it did a real number on her. “Just me. Don’t freak out.” Cece held up the empty bottles and abandoned them on the counter, noticing the wine glass full of whiskey, “Now that’s what I’m talking about. I like you.” She grinned making a beeline for the glass and taking a long drink from it. “Part one done. Ready for part two? We get to burn some sage, light some candles. Really sets a nice ambience.”

If Lydia had looked pale before, she might have been mistaken for a Banshee now, all the blood drained from her face. She dropped back into her seat, shoulders low, back hunched. She eyed the empty holy water bottles, and swallowed as she realised that it might have just been water, and she wouldn’t know until she tried. It occurred to her, quickly, that she didn’t have any vampiric friends that she’d invited in her home, no one to test with until he tried again. Lydia swallowed, looking back up at Cece with a small smile. “Let’s pretend that was entirely deliberate, shall we?” The smile immediately faltered as Cece told her the next step. “Does that… require my involvement? I’m not feeling too well, I’d rather just sit here.”

“I’m great at pretending,” Cece swirled the glass as if it was wine in it instead and took another sip. Lydia didn’t seem up to the task of helping out with the spell, which wasn’t that big of a deal. The spell was simple enough, it just involved a certain amount of Christian iconography that Cece didn’t typically work with. “You sit there and look pretty, I got this.” Cece grabbed the sage and moved towards the door. She lit a candle and began the incantation, using the candle’s flame to light the sage in a dish. As she spoke, the smoke from the sage began thickening, turning a dark red color as the spell began working it’s literal magic. Cece didn’t stop the chanting until the the smoke began to lighten, turning its regular color and eventually burning down completely. Then, Cece dipped her index and middle fingers into the bowl, gathering a bit of ash on her finger tips and using it to draw a crude outline of a cross on the front door. After that, she made her way back to her bag and dropped off the bowl of sage and candle and wiped her hands clean. “Leave that cross up for a few hours and you should be vampire free.”

“That’s what I’m best at,” Lydia said drily, feeling anything but pretty as some beat drums inside her brain. She listened carefully as Cece moved around the downstairs, if only because keeping her eyes open was harder and harder by the minute. The sage smelled thick and heavy, lingering in her nose and irritated throat. When Cece came back, Lydia shuddered, her head ringing like thunder, hard as the hit which had caused the concussion. “Wonderful. What is the best way to pay-” Lydia inhaled sharply, then groaned. Her glamour began to falter - her ears grew longer and pointier, her bathrobe filled with the bulk of her wings, and her face slowly gave way to the deep bruising and heavy swelling that she’d been hiding. Her glamour came in and out in patchwork, flickering unevenly on her skin, shrinking her ears and then revealing their full length again.

Lydia brought up the discussion of payment and Cece began waving her comment away until something flickered. It had been so quick that Cece wasn’t sure she had actually seen anything at first. Until it began happening again. It was like a glitch in a computer program, flickering in different areas of Lydia’s body. They were just flashes, too hard to be able to make anything out clearly. But it was enough for Cece to figure some things out. This was a glamour. Which meant that Lydia was hiding something nonhuman. From the few features that she could see, incredibly pale skin, long nonhuman ears. Something that could pass for human from far away, but the closer one got features would start seeming irregular. “Well that’s different.” Cece tilted her head, studying the woman and questioning her next move. Clearly, the woman didn’t want her true form revealed or she wouldn’t have been glamored. What did that mean for their conversation? Cece was here to do Remmy a favor. She was hardly in the mood to brawl it out with a mutual friend. Best to proceed with caution. “Your glamor seems fucked up. You do that yourself, or is it some kind of bewitched jewelry?”

“What’s different? Oh- Oh shit.” Lydia didn’t even realise that her glamour was falling out of place until Cece said something, but then she wasn’t much in the mood for noticing much of anything at all. The headache roared inside her like one of Jared’s beasts. Ringing in her eyes, burning under her eyelids. Inescapable. Lydia scrabbled in her purse for the decoction of liverwort and stray sod, cringing at the mulchy texture. It helped, just enough for her to yank her glamour back on, although if anyone had looked at her skin too closely they would notice the lack of veins and imperfections. “My own. My mistake, you should never have seen that.”

That had been a panicked response. Cece couldn’t exactly blame her. Being a witch came with it’s perks, and the main perk was that in all other aspects she was a normal human. To avoid detection the only thing she had to do was not do spells in front of others. If she had been something else, something that looked less like the status quo, she would probably be a little panicked if her disguise had failed in front of a total stranger too. Luckily for Lydia, Cece was pretty chill about that sort of stuff. Hopefully for Cece, Lydia took notice to that and didn’t get defensive. Or aggressive. “Seen what?” Cece questioned, rifling around in her purse, “Even if I did see something, my lips are sealed.” Cece found her notepad and pulled it free, scribbling down her cell number and holding it out towards her, “I know you have my online information, but here’s my cell. Call me if you need anything else or if you have any more troubles with that vampire. I could pencil in a count Chocula ass whopping pretty quickly.” Cece hopped back and forth on her feet, throwing a fake punch and acting as though she were in the middle of a boxing ring.

Lydia squeezed her eyes shut, rubbing her forehead, and didn’t even think to try to promise bind Cece to her words. “I appreciate that. Like I said, I’ll… pay you back in kind.” She peeked open her eyes as paper was rustled near her face. She nodded, eyes flicking over the numbers as she took none of it in. “Thank you,”she said again, words she so rarely spoke ever now coming out of her lips quite quickly. “He’s- Well, I don’t know that he’d appreciate being called count Chocula.” Her lips quirked. At the very least, Remmy had sent her a fun human. Maybe she could ea- hmmm maybe not. “You’re very sweet. Thank you.”

Cece got the feeling that it was time to let the woman rest. She seemed even less focused than she had been when Cece first got here. Keeping up the glamor in her current state probably took a lot of energy. “This was a favor for a friend. You don’t owe me anything.” Cece waves the offer of payment away and flung her bag over her shoulder. “Well I don’t appreciate a vampire roughing up a mutual friend. Frankly, I don’t give a damn what he thinks.” All packed up, Cece was ready to split and let the woman get some rest. Luckily for her, she didn’t need to worry about any blood sucking visitors making an unwelcome entrance. “Since you’re all set, I’m gonna head out, okay? Looks like you could use some sleep.”

#para #chatzy #cece #wickedswriting #head trauma tw #stalking tw

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har-rison-s · 5 years

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Spiders In Your Hair

Request: Hi! Can I have a Stan Uris x female reader who loooveesss playing with his hair because she too has curly hair like his (I'm self indulgent) and knows how good it feels when someone plays with it? (My hairs like to my mid neck and is curly like Wyatt's AND is the same color lmao) thanks dear, have a good day/night.

A/N: Cute!! The first Stan request and I'm executing it the third. But that's okay, can't help how my creativity floats. Floats, heheheehhe. Don't let me joke. I have the same hair as Wyatt, too, only I have golden brown-blonde curls, not brown. But his are so pretty.... Omfg. I'm melting. I hope this is what you were looking for! Happy reading!

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The Clubhouse was a place full of love and warmth, a place no one except the losers know and could uncover. They've done a good job at hiding it from anyone, thanks to Ben's incredibly high knowledge in architecture and nature's own cunning ways of concealing the lower levels.

But, as much as the sun shone through some holes in the ground accidentally made, it isn't enough sunbathing for Y/N. Plus, her hair heats up her head what with the curls being concealed by Stanley's bought shower-cap. Her shower-cap has hearts, he made sure of that when he was shopping for them.

She hates spiders, so she doesn't mind the shower-cap when she's in the Clubhouse. But it tends to irritate her skin, and she's glad when it's off, outside of the Clubhouse.

This being one of those days. Her hair is disobedient today of all days, when she had to meet Stan and the others and not stay at home with her family. She did wash it, but maybe her mother's shampoo isn't working for her hair. It's extremely dry and going in all directions. She can't control it.

“I'm going, um, upstairs,” she tells everyone with a smile and the crowd nods. Stan follow his girl suit, much rather glad to enjoy her company than to be hearing Richie and Eddie's eternal bickering. It's killing his nerves.

“Go, Stan, run after your girlie!” Richie mocks him, which earns him a hard jab in his left side from Beverly. Y/N only shakes her head and runs up the wooden stairs.

She sighs once she's gotten the cap off and her hair waves all around her. She sits down by the tree that's almost next to the entrance, her head and back against the wooden base. She closes her eyes. She doesn't need sunglasses.

“Hey, lovely.” She hears Stan saying and she squeezes one eye open to look at him. Her face is scrunched up due to the sun rays and she looks ever so cute in his eyes. Stan smiles wide and walks over to her on his slightly wobbly, but firm legs. She's always loved his stance.

Y/N spreads her legs a little, her dress stretching along, and patting her lap. Stan giggles and gladly slays down in her lap, his head resting on her stomach. She gets a bit more comfortable, sliding down a little. For both their comfort. Her hands lay over his shoulders, palms on his chest and he reaches upwards with his hands to hold them. Her fingers are just as small as his own, but more slender.

“When are we leaving for camp again?” Stanley asks, looking up at his girlfriend.

“Um... August 5th.” She says and slowly retracts her hands from Stanley's, going up in his hair instead.

“Then we still have three weeks to pack.” He states and his eyelids drop at the feeling of her fingers going through his curls, gently touching his scalp. “Is there anything we need to take with us?”

“Nothing except for a blank, white t-shirt.” Y/N responds. Her fingers are parting his curls here and there, admiring how beautiful they look in the sunlight. Shining like the curls of an angel from heaven. He looks like an angel, and he is in all possible ways. “I bet you five bucks we're gonna make tie-dye shirts for ourselves.” She states.

Stan giggles, holding his stomach. “You—You don't even have five bucks.” He points out. Y/N joins him in laughing, both their laughter audible from inside the clubhouse. “Why do you think tie-dye?” Stan questions.

Y/N shrugs. “White shirts. Camp. Camp activities. Maybe we're gonna be painting on the shirts or something.” She wonders. His hair strands feel like ribbons around her fingers and hands. She could spend her whole life threading through the curls, watch as they grow longer until Stanley starts looking a bit like a dog with fur. She laughs inwardly at that.

“If we are, I'm gonna paint a Bohemian Waxwing.” Stan decides.

“Oh, the pretty birdie with the grey, white and red feathers?” Y/N cheers and feels Stanley nodding his head under her hands. “That would be really pretty. Maybe you could paint more than one, as if they're sitting in a tree or on a... an electric wire. You know, the classic scenery.”

Stan chuckles and nods again. “That would be really cool.”

“It would be the coolest shirt ever, babe.” She tells him.

“What would you paint on the shirt, love?” Stan questions and turns to lay on his back in her lap, taking her hands from his hair gingerly. He places his palms flat out against hers and, as they're looking at each other, he bends his fingers so that their hands are interlocked.

“Your eyes, I think.” She admits, looking into those hazel jewels. “Or your eyes and hair.” Stanley blushes, and he's not ashamed to show his crimson cheeks. He doesn't hide anything form her. He smiles wide.

“It wouldn't exactly be fair to you that I'm painting a bird and you—me.” He states in a quiet voice. Y/N reaches her left palm to his curls again, brushing them off his forehead, behind his ear.

“Well, really, it could be anyone.” She says. “Only you and I would know it's you. And that's okay, I'll forgive you.” She smiles, chuckling for a second. “You're better at drawing birds than people.”

“Hey!” Stan pokes her arm, but not too harshly.

“We both know it. In fact, all of us do.” Y/N justifies. Stan rolls his eyes, but there's still a smile on his face. “It'll come with time, baby.”

“I'm gonna need more tutoring from you, then.” Stan then tells her and sits up to her level. His hand reaches for her hair behind her ear, his thumb soothing over her cheek. She almost falls into his hand, loving the touch. And even if her hair is beyond ugly today, she doesn't protest him touching her hair.

Stanley keeps his eyes on her, a peaceful lovingness in them. The sun on them is so warm they both feel like falling asleep on the spot. Stan pulls her lips to his in a slow, tender kiss. She puts her hand around the wrist he's holding her head with and pulls apart their lips. Their foreheads rest against one another.

“With kissing like that you can expect much more than tutoring.” She tells him and they both giggle.

“Oh, yeah? Like what?” He asks, his fingers twirling a curl of hers between them.

“Well... Dinner with my family.” Y/N responds and bites her lip immediately, anxious about Stanley's response. He withdraws from her, eyes wide and eyebrows raised in surprise.

“Th-They want to invite me over for dinner?” He questions. Y/N raises her eyebrows, too, slightly.

“My parents do want to meet the boy who I'm going to camp with.” She says. “And I think I'm finally ready to tell them about you. Like, about being together.” She tells him, looking down at her hands due to her shyness. But Stanley smiles so wide he even lets out a laugh of happiness.

He gives his girl many kisses on both her cheeks, making her blush and giggle uncontrollably. She tries to push him off her, but she can't find the strength to and stays in her boyfriend's embrace and wrath of kisses until he stops.

“I'm so happy.” Stan says, pressing his cheek against Y/N's while he hugs her close to him. “Happy for you. Happy for us.” He tells her and Y/N can only smile to herself. Her hands are loosely hanging around Stanley's neck and fingers again threading into her curls. “Oh, my goodness.” The young man suddenly gasps and Y/N looks up at him.

“What? What is it?” Is something wrong? Does he not want to come over for dinner? Is he afraid of her family?

“I don't know what I'm going to wear.” Stanley says with theatrical fright in his eyes and face. Y/N narrows her eyes at him out of simple annoyance that he scared her a little. Taking what they've all been through, a fake scare could still be a scare.

“I suggest you come in your swimming trunks. That'll make a good impression.” She tells him, paying back for a false alarm from him. The statement makes Stanley blush and he clears his throat.

“Right-o.”

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Chapter 40 - Show ‘Em How It’s Done is out now on FanFiction.Net and ArchiveOfOurOwn! Check them out with the links or find it after the break!

Title: The Tamer v2.0 - In HIs Name

Fandom: Digimon

Rating: T

Synopsis: In the next adventure of the Digimon Tamer, the lives of Juri, Rika, and Henry change forever when digimon begin crossing over into the human world. But it’s all just a story, right? Just a book series by an author no one has seen in a long time. Why are they here and can they save their world before something worse follows the digimon?

Zhenyu Lee looked to the Metropolitan Building, holding Xiaochun in his lap as she played with Lopmon who didn’t even try pretending to be a doll. He should’ve expected this mess would’ve gotten worse before it got better. He just wished it would’ve waited a few more days than it had. Henry ran out to help with Terriermon at the first chance - thankfully Xiaochun and Lopmon were convinced against going with them. Now, however, he couldn’t help but wonder if it would’ve been better to let them go.

Then at least they wouldn’t be heading into the Metropolitan Building under heavily armed guard. No sooner after he called his office, Yamaki’s agents came knocking on his door and forced them out into a white SUV waiting in front of the complex. And despite all the traffic and road blocks, the SUV made its way on to the sidewalk without concern for public safety. Was it because the agency was so far above public scrutiny? Or was it because the situation was now that desperate. He wasn’t sure which it was - and that made him all the more anxious.

As they drove past the entrance, he notice the lobby floor was crowded with people who’d taken refuge inside. It would’ve caused a scene to go in that way - so where they were going? The SUV they were in wheeled around the back where several more guards greeted them - some of whom looked like military and out of place with the rest of the guards wearing black suits.

There were other SUVs already there - unloading other families he didn’t recognize until he saw the kids: Kenta and Kazu. The two boys who’d been spending time around Henry as of late. And then there were the Matsuda parents, who definitely didn’t want to be there. Actually, why were they here?

Their son was dead and wasn’t coming back. The last thing they probably wanted was to have anything to do with all this mess. Of course, he got confirmation of that when the father threw a punch as hard as he could at one of the agents - which ended with the others tackling him to the ground and piling on top of him to keep him restrained.

After a moment of struggling, the agents wrestled him back up to his feet and slapped a pair of handcuffs on him as he swore up a storm, “You fucking assholes! Let me go! Let me fucking go! Right the fuck now!”

“Whoa, check it out Kenta! Takato’s dad is going nuts,” Kazu pointed him out.

“Hey! Watch your language! There are kids present,” one of the dad’s said - one who didn’t appear to have any familiar children with him. He was wrapping his hands around the ears of a small boy in the arms of a woman who was definitely his wife. The woman looked around nervously, “I don’t understand. What is all this? Who are you people and why are we here? We haven’t done anything wrong!”

“Ma’am, it’s a matter of national security. We’ll explain more once we’re safely inside. Please, this way,” one of the agents gestured towards a door guarded by two armed soldiers. Zhenyu had an idea of where they were going but wasn’t sure why they needed to take the back entrance - at least until he saw the robot and the floating pink seal thing. Both definitely digimon. At this point, it was obvious who wasn’t quite familiar with digimon right now. Those who weren’t were uneasy or keeping their hands on their weapons. The ones who were used to the sight of digimon didn’t even seem to register that they were there.

They followed the guard inside who led them to a large service elevator that took their group upstairs - past the administrative offices and into the secure area where the Hypnos Program had been operating. Once the elevator doors slid open, the agent released Mister Matsuda’s handcuffs and gestured for them to continue straight ahead into the main room. Matsuda cursed him out but did as he was told - heading straight into the main office where most of the rest of the Monster Makers and the so called digidestined were present.

And for some reason, the fake Takato or Tamer or whatever his name was drawing on the wall with a marker while concluding what must’ve been a long drawn out lecture. Just by a quick glance of the scribbles, he could only assume it had something to do with that other worlds thing he talked about before, “And that’s basically everything up to now. Any questions?”

Several hands shot up into the air and he sighed, “That aren’t about the multiple worlds and realities.”

Only Yamaki’s hand stayed in the air and he asked, “When are you going to stop drawing on my walls?”

“Sorry,” he dropped the marker and scratched the back of his head, “I just figured that a visual aid would help. My mistake.”

“I don’t know why you can’t explain anything without drawing all over walls anyway,” Yamaki picked up the marker and examined it closely, “This is permanent marker!”

The fake Takato apologized again but it didn’t do anything to improve Yamaki’s mood as he threw the marker into a trash bin in a fit of anger, “Dammit, kid. You’re going to give me a freaking aneurysm.”

Tamerkato looked back at the rest of the group and asked, “Okay, anyone else have any other questions?”

That was when Zhenyu noticed several other digimon in the room - a lot of them. He wasn’t surprised to see this but his family-

“AAAH!”

“Whoa cool! There’s more of them! Look Lopmon! More friends for you! And some of them are so cute! But not as cute as you Lopmon! You’re the best! Ooh, one of them is a little birdie!”

“Holy shit! Where do they keep coming from?”

“You’re going to feed us to them, aren’t you?”

“Geez, you humans sure do a lot of screaming,” Terriermon said from somewhere in the crowd, “Hey! Henry! Your dad’s here!”

He should’ve expected his son to end up here - of course Yamaki was going to get everyone he could in an emergency situation like this. Hell, Henry probably only made it down the block before he got picked up. Henry tried jumping to see over the adults and finally ran out of the crowd before seeing the. And the biggest smile appeared on his face, “Dad, you’re alright!”

Then his smile turned to a frown, “What are all you guys doing here?”

“What are we doing here? Henry, what are you doing here of all places?” his wife asked, “What is all this?”

“This…this is what we’ve been all been working on,” Zhenyu explained to his wife, “It’s how we got Xiaochun and the others back safely from the Digital World.”

The explanation didn’t do him any favors, as she was obviously annoyed with the whole thing. Trying to avert her attention to something else, he instead asked, “What I want to know is why are we here?”

Yamaki massaged his temple, “All important persons needed to be on deck - since some of the important persons were minors, it was decided their families should be brought too to mitigate any child labor laws and blah blah blah. -”

Mister Matsuda cut him off and roared, “Families? We are not families! That thing-”

He gestured at Tamerkato angrily and added, “-isn’t my son. He’s one of those things-”

He pointed at the digimon, “-wearing his face!”

“They can do that?” his wife asked.

The panic quickly spread to the other parents who were now weary of the children, “Wait, so are these kids even our kids or-”

“Alright, enough,” the not-Takato stamped his foot angrily, “I’m sorry. Your son is gone. I can’t fix that. Believe me, this is as awkward and painful for me as it is for you. But we don’t have time for this! I’m trying to-”

“I don’t care what you want or what you’re trying to do. What I want is to get the hell out of this city before that thing kills us all!” Mister Matsuda roared again, turning to leave. Two of the agents tried to stop him but blocking his exit only seemed to make him angrier. Thankfully he didn’t try throwing any punches this time since these agents had no reservations about keeping their hands on their guns. It also helped that his wife was trying to calm him down.

“Actually, I’d like to know why we’re here too,” another of the adults finally spoke - a woman wearing a kimono asked. She seemed really out of place here, especially holding a toddler in her arms who excitedly oohed at all the digimon present and kept reaching for them to play with. The woman held the boy closer and asked, “We don’t know any of you people and we were out looking for our daughter Juri before any of this happened. Where is she and what does she have to do with any of this?”

“Yeah, I’d like an answer to that as well,” the man beside this woman asked, obviously the husband. The school teacher came forward, “Your daughter is part of the problem. It’s a long story and we don’t have time to explain it all. The short version is she’s in that thing and we’re trying to come up with a plan to stop it that doesn’t involve killing her.”

“What do you mean she’s in that thing!?” the man demanded, “How can my daughter be in that!? I know she’s involved in all this but what the hell does this have to do-”

“Her partner died in the Digital World. That trauma, that loss, became the catalyst for that thing to take over her body. Her spirit. It’s possessing her, riding her like a costume while it goes around to continue its mission of learning, becoming stronger, and destroying anything it deems too strong,” Not-Takato explained to him.

The man didn’t seem to buy any of this and crosses his arms angrily, “Bullshit, I’ve heard a lot of crap over the last few days and I’ll be damned if I’m going to believe any of that. Juri’s strong.”

“Apparently not as strong as you’d like to think,” he fired back.

“How dare-”

“Look, believe it or not, your daughter is in there and she needs saving,” not-Takato interrupted angrily. A pause followed as one of the digimon, a horned lizard wearing a pelt raised its hand to ask, “So how are we going to separate the Digital Worlds and make sure only the digimon are on the...whatever one.”

Not-Takato’s face turned grim as he answered, “I’ll need to go back to the Bastion and fire up some Guardian tech-”

“Ancient tech,” the detective interrupted. Not-Takato sighed, “Same thing. It’s going to use the data from the Natural Digital World to separate the two worlds and pull them apart. But to make sure we get the digimon, I need help scanning the entire Digital World in as short amount of time as possible.”

“Perfect plan. It’s a good thing you’ve got us!” the detective said, raising up his digivice and his work partner. A pause followed before he turned to the others, “What about you, mister noodle chef?”

A man wearing an apron uncrossed his arms and smiled wide, ““Yeah, I’m game for this. How about you, Veemon?”

“Alwaysh! I’ve been raring to get back into the action!” a little blue dinosaur with horns shouted. Both men excitedly fist bumped as the cook declared, “Alright! Ken and Davis are back in action. What do we need to do?”

“Wait, Ken?” Ryo stammered in disbelief, approaching the detective with wide eyed shock, “Ken?”

Not-Takato snapped his fingers and hurried over to one of the computers, “We’ll need technology from the Bastion - it’ll do a scan of the Digital World for all digimon. Artificial and Natural. No one’s going to die on my watch. We use the archive of…wait, where’s Izzy’s laptop? We need that. It has the database of the Digital World on it which I can use to help pull apart the two Digital Worlds.”

“Still no idea,” Yamaki said, “It could be a while before we find them.”

“Well, no more time for discretion,” Not-Takato turned to Rika, “How do you feel about finding your parents?”

“Can do,” she gave a thumbs up. His smiles widened, “You’re a life saver Rika. Find them and bring them here.”

Daisy clapped her hands together excitedly and hurried over to her computer, “This is getting kind of exciting! Well, if you guys are going to the Digital World, it only makes sense to do some reconnaissance first. Make sure things are safe! The last thing you guys need is to land in a mess. Let’s see if the Ark can handle some updates and attach a camera program to it.”

“Ark? It seems like you’ve all been quite busy while I’ve been away. I’d like to see what you all have created without me,” a familiar voice said excitedly. Then Shibumi appeared, half balding with a mullet growing from what remained of his hair and a bushy beard growing on his face. He was certain this man was dead after being gone for so long but here he was - alive and acting like he hadn’t been missing for the last few years. Zhenyu was so taken aback by this that he couldn’t help but blurt out, “SHIBUMI!?”

The man stopped in his tracks and waved at him with a stupid half grin, “Oh, hello Tao. You’re graying now.”

So much for a friendly greeting, “And you’re balding.”

…

Henry covered his face to hide his embarrassment upon hearing his dad’s nickname. Was that always his dad’s name? He had no idea he even had a nickname - especially not one that sounded so pretentious. He needed to get his mind off this conversation and looked back at Tamerkato, “So you’re going to the Digital World...worlds to rip them apart. What about the rest of us here? Because we’re not just going to be sitting around and fighting that thing didn’t exactly do us any good in the Digital World or here.”

“Actually, fighting is exactly what I need you guys to do,” Tamerkato adder with a snap of his fingers. This angered Monodramon who promptly snapped, “He said we just tried that! It didn’t work! What part of that were you not listening to?”

“The part where you guys weren’t listening to me. You’re not attacking it to defeat it, you’re attacking it to get its attention off the Digital World,” Tamerkato explained to them. Henry was confused now and was sure this was the rampant insanity the others were so wear of, “It’s not in the Digital World. It’s here.”

Tamerkato nodded in agreement, “You’re right. It is here. And there. It’s…complicated. Part of its consciousness is here in the Human World. The other part of its conscious is in the Digital World. It may be smart but it can only pay attention to so many things happening at once. If you make enough noise here in this world, it’ll pull it’s attention away from the Digital World.”

“But wouldn’t all the fighting in the Digital World already do that?” Renamon asked, “We left the Digital World just as it turned into a war zone!”

“That’s right! The Digital World was a battlefield!” Gatomon called out with a pointed claw. Tamerkato held up two fingers, “That’s the other advantage. If it’s busy paying attention over here, it’ll give the digimon on the other side a better fighting chance. The mission here is to save as many lives as we can until the plan is ready to act out.”

“Okay, but there are two other parts of this plan we still haven’t figured out. How do we stop the D-Reaper here in this world? It’s not like turning off that computer will stop it here,” Yamaki said matter of factly. Tamerkato gestured at the building around, “I thought that part of the plan was obvious? You guys built a weapon that targets Digital Life! Specifically, it sucks Digital Life back into the Digital World. Once the worlds are separated, we put our digimon back into the Natural Digital World. Then fire the weapon to send the D-Reaper back to the Artificial World. Once it’s off, we turn this-”

“Um, guys,” Daisy called to get their attention, waving her hand in the air, “Either my camera program is messed up or the situation in the Digital World is a lot more chaotic than I realized.”

She turned the monitor around to face them and showed them the screen. The sight was something to behold - not in grand awe but in terror. The Digital World they had left just the day before had become a fiery hell scape - barren wastes burning to ash while countless digimon battled for their lives against a growing tide of red with no end in sight. Everyone crowded around the monitor so Daisy presses a few more keys to get it on multiple monitors. Despite that, it was obvious to everyone what was on the screen.

The digimon that could be made out on the small screen appeared to be retreating away from the mass as they threw everything they had at it. Some even made a run for the ship, pleading into the camera for some kind of help before being pulled back into the fight by another digimon. Patamon gasped, “The Digital World did NOT look like that when we left.”

“Time’s been moving differently between the worlds. A couple of hours out here turned into weeks in there,” Sora explained quietly, “Remember, you guys were only gone for about a day our time.”

At that announcement, Gatomon became furious, “Days passed in the Digital World already? We need to go back! We need to-”

“We already have a plan remember?” Tamer interrupted her quickly, snapping his fingers at the remaining digimon whose partners weren’t present, “Which brings up another thing. You guys are going to need to find your partners if you’re going to be of help. Soon as we get out there, the better.”

“We’ll make sure they get to ‘em,” Rika said with a hand on her hips as she moved towards Palmon and Tentomon, “Mom and dad are going to freak out when they see you guys.”

“I bet I’ll freak out more! Oh, I can’t wait to see Izzy again!” Tentomon remarked. It was hard to miss the nervous look on Rika’s face as it seemed she didn’t quite have the heart to tell the digimon about what had happened to his partner. And he was sure it was not going to be a fun conversation.

“Wait a second...mom and dad?” Palmon repeated. That was another subject she wasn’t sure she was ready for. Trying to take her mind off the subject, Rika took out her D-Terminal and started typing into it, “I’m going to message them now to see where they are. Then we’ll take you.”

“Then we’ll head to the Digital World once the attack begins,” Tamerkato stated, “As soon as its attention is pulled, we can head on our way.”

“You’re forgetting the other part of this plan of yours,” Yamaki interrupted again before gesturing at Juri’s parents, “How are you going to save the girl? You said no one else is going to die, right? Well how does that figure into your plan?”

Tamerkato frowned, “Still working that part out. I’m thinking this up by the seat of my pants.”

“That’s...that’s now how the saying goes,” Yamaki groaned. Juri’s father added, “You’re telling me you don’t even have a plan to save my daughter!?”

“Thirty minutes ago, I didn’t have a plan to save either of these miserable rocks! Give it time. I’ll come up with something.” Tamerkato interjected with a smile. Unfortunately, Yamaki didn’t share his optimism, “I seriously doubt we have thirty minutes.”

…

Mimi rolled her husband’s chair down the busy street as quickly as she could, but everything was in chaos. Stopped cars blocked most major intersections, abandoned by their drivers in terror of the flocks of bird creatures blocking out the sky overhead. People ran in terror every way they could, with police and military trying their best to maintain order while shooting into the sky at the bird creatures swarming the city. And now of all times, her husband decided to start playing with his D-Terminal, “Honey! What the hell? That isn’t the time for that!”

“It’s Ruki! She’s says she’s on her way and wants to know where we are!” he answered, looking up from the screen long enough to take in his surroundings, “Let’s see. This looks like...gah, I don’t even recognize what ward we’re in. Where are we?”

Mimi couldn’t believe his forgetfulness but tried to remind herself of his missing leg. He was very medicated and probably was only half aware of everything going on, “Are you kidding? Honey, we’re on Meiji-Dori Avenue and Shinjuku-Dori Avenue! We’re right in front of the police station!”

“Oh, right!” he said as he started typing on the device. She heard a beep which meant Ruki replied but she couldn't focus on that now. She had to find their way to the Metropolitan Building. But that was easier said than done at this point. The whole city had become an obstacle course with all the people, cars, and debris obstructing their path. And there was no way her husband would be get around most of it in his wheelchair. This was just like when they were kids, only now they didn’t have their partners with them. Worse was knowing that their only daughter was running around out there in the middle of all this. Then she had a realization, “Wait, did you say...Ruki’s on her way?”

He nodded and gave a frown, “Yeah, with a surprise. I have no idea what that means. I’m hoping her rebellious streak isn’t going to appear as some kind of half thought out rescue attempt! We really need to do something about that.”

“She only acts out because you disappeared!” she pointed out to her husband.

“Hey! That only happened because I was forcibly taken against my will!” he argued back, pausing as he took a look around, “This is bad. We should get off the street and get out of here before-”

He was cut off mid sentence as one of the bird creatures stopped in front of them. It was horrifying to have to look at one so close in front of them like this. Mimi had never seen one so up close and wasn’t sure what to think of it being so close in front of her. At least, that was what she thought until she realized its eyes weren’t eyes at all. It was some kind of gross facsimile - like eyes were a thing it had only ever heard of before. It’s true eyes were on its wings - big yellow orbs that did something akin to a blink as its pupils darted every which way. Then it spoke with a mechanical rasp like knives digging into sheet metal, “Image data sent. Resuming search!”

“Search for this!”

Kyubimon descended from a rooftop and landed atop the creature. It barely reacted to being slammed into the ground, almost like it didn’t even know it had been hit. Instead it tried to maneuver its wings to look at her in vain as Kyubimon swiped into its eyes with her claws until it burst into data, “Finally. We killed one. These things shouldn’t be as hard to kill as they are. Are you both alright?”

“Yes, we’re fine. Where’s Ruki?” he asked in a panicked tone, “We thought she was with you.”

Kyubimon turned her head behind her, looking towards Rika running towards them with a cactus in her arms and a large ladybug fluttering behind...Palmon and Tentomon. Palmon complained, “How much further? I want to see Mimi!”

“She’s over there,” Rika said, gesturing towards her mother, “And there’s dad too.”

“Dad?” Tentomon paused, taking one good look at Koushiro in the wheel chair with his missing leg, “IZZY!?”

“Tentomon!” Izzy called out in amazement, reaching out his arms so that his bug partner digimon could land in them. Mimi stepped aside as Palmon leapt into her own arms, “Mimi! Is it really you!? You’re a lot taller than I remember. And a lot prettier too!”

“Ruki, is this?” She began to ask.

“You bet.”

“This is the best surprise you could’ve given us,” Mimi said tearfully, holding her partner close. She’d dreamt of seeing her partner again for so long that she wasn’t sure it would ever actually happen. And here she was - in her arms. She was so happy she could feel herself getting ready to cry. Tentomon and Izzy were having their own moment too, mostly with Tentomon demanding to know why his leg was missing and what exactly had happened while they were away.

Rika put a hand to her hips, “Well, I figured if anyone was going to bring your partners to you, it should be me. You’re welcome, mom. Dad.”

“There it is again! Why do you keep calling her mom?” Palmon repeated.

“Wait a second. Dad?” Tentomon did the same. Both digimon pulled away from their partners in surprise. Then Palmon blurted out, “Mimi, is she-”

“That’s right,” Mimi beamed proudly, looking over to her daughter with the biggest smile on her face. Koushiro turned his partner around to face their daughter, “Palmon. Tentomon. Meet our daughter. Ruki.”

Both digimon had mouths wide open in a shock and surprise. Rika was sure they were just trying to take everything in until eventually Palmon gasped, “GOSH! DOES THIS MEAN YOU TWO GOT MARRIED!? WITHOUT INVITING US!?”

“Well, we didn’t know where you guys were at the time,” Koushiro offered defensively as their two digimon became increasingly agitated over the fact that they missed out on one of the most important times in their partner’s lives. Made all the worse by the knowing that they weren’t even aware it happened. Rika whistled to get their attention and pointed out, “Not to ruin the moment guys but we still have a city to save. Well, a city and a world. We can talk about all this later.”

“I don’t understand though, how did this happen?” she asked their daughter. Rika was already busy taking a hold of her father’s wheel chair and pushing him off the main road into a side street, “It’s a long story and it involves goggle head. Like a lot of goggle head. He has a plan though-”

“Oh hell no, last time his plans got my mom, your grandmother, killed!” Mimi snapped angrily, gasping when she realized she’d just said that in front of her daughter. Ruki waved her hands up in agreement, “Don’t get me wrong, I don’t like his plans or ideas any more than you do but we know the whole plan so there’s no surprises. At least, no surprises we won’t expect.”

“Oh, and what’s that?” her husband asked with a tone that indicated scholarly curiosity. She knew that tone too well to know they were n for a long question and answer session. Rika shrugged, “First, we need to get you back to the others at that government place. They need you to fix that juggernaut program.”

“NO! I will not work on that again,” he abruptly refused. It wasn’t hard to understand why - he hated that project and all it did to him. And knowing what it did to digimon made her hate it as well. And using it was a part of Tamer’s plan? To hell with that. Even so, Rika tried to explain, “Look, the others will tell you more when you get there. Something about how that weapon is the only thing that’ll work on that thing!”

She gestured at the growing red mass in the center of the city. There was no doubt about its size but the fact that using Juggernaut was their only option made them uneasy. And if Tamer was involved, “What exactly is his plan?”

“It was a lot of technobabble but it sounds like he wants to split the Digital World and turn it off? Look, I kinda spaced out on it,” Rika admitted to them. There was Rika reflecting her mother. It seemed they had other things in common besides disliking Tamer. Rika looked at their partners for some kind of help and Palmon answered, “Well don’t look at me. I can never follow the stuff he’s saying. Guy talks a mile a minute.”

Her husband sighed, “At least you’re honest about it.”

He turned his wheelchair to face her, “I’m going to stop them from fixing the Juggernaut, even if it means I have to destroy the computer myself.”

He sounded so sad when he said that. She knew he loved computers almost as much as he loved her - and the idea of destroying one probably went against everything he stood for. Especially one he helped to build. Kyubimon sighed, “To fill in the gaps that Rika left out - Tamer’s planning on splitting the two Digital Worlds so that all the digimon occupy one world and that thing occupies the other. Then we use the Juggernaut to send that thing from this world to the other Digital World. To do that we-”

Kyubimon stopped mid sentenced, staring straight at her. Mimi took a step back, “What?”

“It heard me,” she replied. What? Mimi turned around to see one of the bird creatures standing there staring at them. She practically jumped backwards in surprise, wondering just how long that thing had been standing there and how much of that it had heard. It registered that they were now staring at it and ascended skyward to get away.

Mimi cursed, “Crap.”

“Well that complicates things,” her husband added quietly, turning his wheelchair again, “We need to go to the tower.”

“What, why?” Palmon asked, “I thought we were supposed to distract that thing?”

“Don’t you get it, Palmon? It knows! If it knows, it’s going to protect itself. It’s going to attack the tower now!” Tentomon pointed out, “And everyone is still up there!”

“Oh…oh no! All those people! Sora! Biyomon! They’re all up there!” Palmon gasped. Rika cursed her luck, “Do you have your digivices?”

“Always,” the parents said together; she reached into her coat pocket to hold up her digivice and her husband reached into the bag on his wheelchair to show his. Rika smiled and Mimi understood why. What they had here was a rare opportunity for a family bonding activity. It may not have been the typical family bonding experience that most people wanted - but there was no denying that having this in common was nice.

Rika nodded, “Okay...and Tamer also said we need your laptop. Do you have it?”

“Laptop?” Koushiro repeated quietly, “Oh, yes. I know which laptop. And yes. I always have it.”

He reached into his backpack and produced an old yellow laptop with a pineapple insignia on the back. The one he’d had from their first trip to the Digital World. The one thing she was never able to convince him to let go of. It seemed he was right to always hang on to it. There was a noise in the distance that caught their attention and they looked towards its source at the Shinjuku Towers. The bird creatures were now converging on the Tokyo Metropolitan Government Building. And they were the only ones who knew why. Rika produced a blue card from her deck and Koushiro held out his digivice to his partner, “Like old times, right honey?”

“Let’s show our daughter how it’s done,” she said in agreement. Both of their partners jumped to their feet excitedly, “Oh! We missed this!”

“Tentomon! Warp Digivolve to! HerculesKabuterimon!”

“Palmon! Warp Digivolve to! Rosemon!”

Mimi noticed her daughter’s mouth falling wide open in surprise at their forms, “Whoa! When did you guys get to have Mega level digivolutions?”

For once, she was doing something her daughter was interested in. She tussled the girl’s hair and added, “Takeru didn’t publish all of our adventures, y’know? Remind us to tell you about it some time.”

“Then let me show you what we can do,” Rika said, raising her digivice and swiping a strange blue card from her deck through it, “Digimodify! Digivolution Activate!”

Light enveloped her partner and Mimi watched in astonishment as Kyubimon began to digivolve. Digivolution at will through a card game.

“Kyubimon! Digivolve to! Taomon!”

The look on her husband’s face was priceless. He stammered out, “Your partner is...you used a card from the card game to...that is...I have so many questions!”

“Oh boy, Izzy is losing his mind again,” HerculesKabuterimon cackled. Then the people screamed and panicked even louder. The sight of not one, but three new large digimon appear so suddenly sent the already panicked populace into a bigger panic as they fled away. Mimi buried her face in her hands and groaned, “Oh right. We’re out in the city.”

“We should go. All of us,” Taomon stated matter of factly, scooping up Rika in her arms, “Hang on Rika.”

“You’re right! Let’s go to that tower!” Rosemon agreed. HerculesKabuterimon took up Mimi in one hand and Izzy in the other, using a third to hold his wheel chair. With a loud buzz, his wings took them to the air and they were off with Rosemon and Taomon following close behind. It was just like old times. HerculesKabuterimon used his large frame to protect them from the many bird creatures and the soldiers shooting at them from below. Meanwhile, Rosemon cleared a path forward through the cloud of bird creatures using her whip and guided them safely through the horde. At least she did until she realized the bird creatures weren’t trying to stop them. They were actually trying to make their way to the tower to attack - at which point she turned around and started thinning their numbers to stop as many of them as she could.

“Rosemon!” Mimi called out in awe of her partner’s decision.

“I need to hold them back!” Rosemon shouted.

“Save your strength! This is marathon, not a race,” Taomon declared, flicking out a slip of paper from her hands and throwing them, “Thousand Spells!”

The talisman split into a thousand pieces of paper that flew in every direction, exploding on impact with any of the bird creatures that were following close behind. Then she retrieved her brush with that same hand and drew a symbol in the air, “Talisman Spell!”

The symbol expanded in size until it formed a barrier in the shape of the yin-yang symbol - stopping the creatures in their tracks as they slammed into it like birds into a glass window pane. With their path clear, they continued onward towards the roof of the towers as bird creatures from around the city began to converge on their location.

Once they were set on the roof, Mimi grabbed a hold of her husband’s wheelchair and said, “We’ll head straight to the others and warn them.”

“Okay, we’ll stay out here and hold the rest of them back!” Rika said in agreement, looking back to the three digimon. Mimi couldn’t help but feel aglow with pride as her daughter gave her a thumbs up. She cheered, “Rosemon, show her how it’s done!”

“We’ve got this Mimi,” Rosemon said, leading the digimon as she looked back to the growing crowd of alien bird creatures. She didn’t wait a second longer. She pushed her husband and hurried her way into the building. As soon as they were inside though, Mimi realize the foolishness of her plan once she gazed at the many stairs that led down. Koushiro looked back at his wife, “Are you sure you want to do this?”

“You must be stupid if you think I’m letting you out of my sight again, Mister Izumi,” Mimi laughed, turning his wheelchair around so that she could guide him down. She took the first step backwards, taking care to pull her husband’s chair so that he didn’t slip or fall out. It took them a good minute to clear the first flight and get to the first landing. That was one down. Who knows how many more to go?

#The Digimon Tamer v2 - In His name #Digimon Tamers #Digimon #Fanfiction #Chapter 40 #Takato Matsuda #Rika Nonaka

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Fear Gas/Injury

Written for Dick and Dami Week 2019

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Dick tried to be prepared for most situations. He grew up as a circus performer where the term “be prepared” was pretty much instilled in him ever since his mom and dad had him hanging from trapeze bars. Then “be prepared” took on a whole new, more intense meaning when he was taken under Batman’s wing.

Be prepared to defend yourself. Be prepared to save a life. Be prepared to fight monsters. Be prepared to visit other planets. Be prepared to lead a team. Be prepared to take down other heroes. Be prepared to be tortured. Be prepared to die.

After years and years of putting all that into practice, Dick was pretty good about planning ahead and making contingencies plans for situations that went to shit. If he didn’t have a plan brewing in the back of his mind, he usually had someone like Babs that could help push him along in the right direction.

There were always outliers that could fuck up Dick’s plans no matter how much he prepared. Magic was close to the top of the list since it was so diverse and unpredictable. There was no telling what kind of spells or rituals magic users had hidden up their sleeves.

The not knowing aspect made Dick uneasy, especially when he was leading a team containing heroes with godlike superpowers. It only took one mind control spell to fuck up the city and kill a bunch of people in the process. That kind of horrific scenario was what lead Dick to learn as much as he could about magic from people like Zatanna, John Constantine, and Jason Blood.

Getting information from Zatanna and Jason had been easy enough. He’d worked with them enough times that there was mutual respect between them. John was another story. Prying information out of him had been as infuriating as trying to get Bruce to talk about his feelings. So if Dick had to bat his eyelashes at John and brush up against him a few times, well, that was neither here nor there. He ended up getting what he wanted, which was all that mattered.

The new knowledge of rituals, symbols, defenses, and spells made Dick feel marginally better about facing off against magic users.

Well, it did up until a second ago when a teen named Mischief cornered him on a fire escape.

She dug her freakishly long nails into the back of his neck and chanted a spell in Latin before he managed to toss her away from him. He could tell the spell had taken effect as soon as he fell to the stairs on his hands and knees, suddenly feeling extremely hot and shaky.

The more logical part of his brain was screaming at him to get away from the magic user as quickly as possible. He felt too exposed and vulnerable in his current state, and she could easily kill him if she wanted to. The other part of him wanted to just lay down and curl into a ball because his limbs, and what he could only assume was his organs, suddenly hurt so much he wanted to scream, or throw up, or do anything to make it stop.

His gloves and his suit felt too constraining. He ripped his gloves off and then squeezed his sweaty hands into fists. He put them up in front of his face, ready to defend himself even though his arms were shaking so bad, he’d be surprised if he could put any real force behind his punches.

Mischief laughed at his attempt and walked down a few steps. A warm breeze blew a few pieces of her blonde hair into her mouth. It made her spit and sputter. Dick would’ve cracked a joke about it if he wasn’t so focused on how his body was failing him.

Instead, he gritted out, “What did you do?”

A lot of pressure started to gather along Dick’s ribcage and spine. He arched his back, muscles pulled taught, and let out an embarrassing keening sound that was practically forced out of his mouth.

“A little birdie told me you fly with bats,” she said in a tone that sounded like a bad impersonation of Harley. “I thought it might be fun if you run with wolves instead. People are used to seeing bats in Bludhaven. But wolves? Not so much.”

Dick watched in horror as black fur started sprouting from his hands as if he was a damn Chia Pet. A tickle along his cheeks had him reaching up to touch his face, only to jerk back when he felt more soft fur there. Holy shit! He was actually turning into a fucking wolf. This was bad. This was so, so bad.

A hundred thoughts started running through his head at once. Was he going to survive the transformation or would his whole body break under the pressure? Was the human part of his brain going to switch off and leave him relying on animal instincts alone? How long was he going to be stuck as a wolf? Was it reversible?

Mischief shifted her weight from foot to foot and yawned.

“This was way less exciting than I thought it would be. So I’m gonna go now, but you have fun with that.” She motioned to the fur that was still spreading across Dick’s skin. “Hope they don’t lock you up in the zoo, or worse, shoot you on sight.”

She gave him a distracted wave, and after jogging down the rest of the stairs, she disappeared from the alley.

Dick tried to get up and follow after her because shit, she needed to undo this spell. He only managed to get a foot underneath him before a sudden burst of pain from his mouth made him double back over. He groaned and cradled his jaw. Okay. Screw that plan. He would just stay right where he was and try not to freak out over his canine teeth doubling in size.

Some part of him realized that he needed to take his suit off or else he’d be stuck inside of it as a wolf. Easier said than done when he was in massive amounts of pain.

Focus. Don’t forget what Bruce taught you. “Your mind is your greatest weapon.” Push past the pain and figure out a plan.

Dick managed to work out a few deep breaths even though he was panting from how much energy it was taking just to stay upright. He worked on undoing his boots. The shape of his feet and heels were already changing, which just made the whole process more difficult. After a few pathetic attempts, he managed to kick them off towards the side of the stairs.

He decided to take his comm out next because he didn’t want it getting stuck in his wolf ear. He wondered if Alfred had been trying to contact him. Since the batcomputer kept track of his vitals, surely it already alerted Alfred about his abnormal physical state. He could just imagine Alfred’s bewildered stare and downturned mouth as he tried to make sense of all the weird readings the Nightwing suit was relaying to him. To be on the safe side, Dick picked up his discarded glove and pressed the emergency button on the inside of it.

A shudder ran through his body. He hurried to pull off his mask and suit. His arms were so weak and shaky at that point, he was barely able to stretch the padded shirt over his head while simultaneously using his feet to kick off his tight pants. The fabric kept getting bunched up around his fur and Dick growled in frustration.

He was practically rocking on his elbows and knees by the time he got his limbs free. His briefs could stay on. The fabric wouldn’t constrain him too much when he was fully transformed, and if anything, it would be a major indicator to Bruce that he was the wolf.

Exhausted, he tried to settle down on his side to finish out the rest of the transformation. He froze when he felt his joints and bones starting to crack. His back arched even more and he let out the most pathetic sounding whine that tapered off into a howl. He clamped his mouth shut. The last thing he needed was to draw attention to himself with the sounds he was making.

A sensation came over his face that felt similar to a punch. He clenched his eyes closed, not wanting to deal with the fact that he suddenly had a snout and an elongated jaw.

The pain became so intense that he could hardly think.

“Bruce!” he tried to scream, only, instead of actual words, all that came out of his mouth was a high pitched bark. He whined and continued to writhe on the ground, nearly bashing his head against the edge of the stairs.

There was no telling how long it took for his body to twist and crack into place. It felt like he’d already spent a fucking eternity in hell by the time the shudders started to come less frequently. Was this how Gar felt the first time he transformed into an animal? Dick doubted it. Gar’s transition always looked smooth and painless. Dick never thought he’d be envious of that trait, but then again, he never thought he’d turn into a wolf either.

Slowly—oh so slowly—the intense pain started to fade away, leaving him sore and achy. He didn’t really want to acknowledge the fact that he now had a long tongue lolling out of his mouth, breaths coming out in steady pants. Right. Wolves had to pant to regulate their body temperatures. They didn’t sweat like humans. Great.

His lip curled above his teeth when he smelt an overwhelming amount of rotten trash, urine, vomit, and other disgusting fluids that were stained all over the alley. Now he understood why Ace and Titus insisted on smelling everything within a two-foot radius on walks. There was so much more to smell with a canine nose.

He was slightly horrified when he caught the scent of something that actually made him want to go find it and eat it. It was probably leftover food, and while his very human mind was revolted by the idea of eating any kind of food that was left in a dumpster, his new wolfy instincts didn’t seem to care so much about things like bacteria and parasites.

Unsanitary or not, his stomach rumbled hungrily. He usually ate a pretty decent meal after patrol, and since his body had just used enough energy to rearrange his entire skeletal system, he was pretty sure he could eat a buffet of food and still be hungry. Maybe he could put his “puppy eyes” to good use and get a hot dog from a nearby street vendor.

Focus, Grayson. You’re a wolf sitting in plain sight. Figure out how to work this body so you can get help.

Right. He could do that. He could make himself stand up and figure out how to walk like an animal even though it was the last thing he wanted to do.

It took him more time than he’d like to admit just to stand up on all four legs. Four very furry legs. Wow, he had a lot of fur. From what he could tell, his fur was black all over, which was actually a relief because it probably helped him blend in with the shadows in the alley.

As sore as he was, he couldn’t help but turn his body in a circle in an attempt to look at his massive body and tail. He tried swishing his tail back and forth a few times, but it was awkwardly stuck in his briefs, and it stayed tucked tightly between his back legs. He was actually surprised his briefs were stretchy enough to partially fit over his giant wolf ass. Even though it felt like the world’s most uncomfortable diaper, he could deal with it for a little while.

Walking as a wolf actually wasn’t that difficult. It was essentially the same thing as crawling, just more fluid. Dick practiced walking up and down the stairs as soon as he felt confident enough. His legs shook from the effort and his paws felt overly sensitive against the hard metal. There was a brief moment where his brain got a little confused and he put the wrong legs down to take a step, but other than that, he had a pretty decent grasp of how to navigate on all fours.

He was busy using his mouth to gather all the pieces of his costume into a pile when he heard the familiar engine of the batmobile rumbling close by. Ears perked, he sat down and watched as the sleek, black vehicle turned into the alley, the headlights momentarily blinding him. He was pretty sure his tail would be wagging if it wasn’t jammed in his undies.

The headlights turned off and the door opened. Dick belatedly realized that he was able to see so much better in the dark. It was almost as if he could pretend he just had his night vision activated on his mask.

He was expecting Bruce to step out looking all frowny and worried—his usual MO whenever Dick asked for help. Instead, to Dick’s surprise, it was Damian that climbed out of the driver’s seat.

Dick had to stop himself from letting out a disappointed whine. As childish as it sounded, he wanted his dad. He wanted to pretend he was 8-years-old again and that Bruce would be there to give him a stiff, comforting hug to distract him from the pain.

If Damian was here by himself that meant Bruce was out of Gotham. The emergency alert Bruce should have received was probably redirected to the cave. Dick knew better than to assume Alfred had sent Damian to Bludhaven to check on him. Knowing Damian, the kid probably heard his distress signal and jumped into the nearest batmobile before Alfred had the chance to send someone else like Tim or Cass to his location.

Dick felt a surge of affection for the kid. They technically weren’t Batman and Robin anymore, but Damian still filled the role of his Robin. He always had Dick’s back when it mattered.

Even though Dick couldn’t see Damian’s eyes, he could tell Damian was staring straight at him. He seemed to be frozen to the spot, obviously not expecting to see a giant wolf in place of Dick. Hell, maybe Damian thought a wolf ate Dick. It wasn’t that crazy of an idea. Dick had once almost been killed by a lion and a killer whale. Being taken out by a wolf wasn’t that far-fetched of a scenario in their line of work.

Dick let his tongue loll out of his mouth, trying to look as non-aggressive as possible. When Damian still seemed unsure of whether Dick was going to attack him or not, Dick gave a little twirl so Damian could get a full view of the briefs he was wearing. The whites of Damian’s mask went wide as he looked down at the GPS device in his hand one more time. That was when it all seemed to click in Damian’s head. Brow creased, he took a few cautious steps closer to where Dick was sitting in the shadows.

“Nightwing?” Damian called out hesitantly.

Dick let out a bark that hopefully sounded friendly enough. He picked his mask up in his mouth and trotted over to the car, just barely stopping himself from rubbing against Damian’s legs. He sniffed him instead. His costume smelt like a mixture of dryer sheets coupled with a smoky scent that Dick associated with Gotham air. Underneath that was another scent Dick had literally never smelled before in his life. It was kind of sour and tangy.

Hold on… was that Damian’s pheromones he was smelling?

He inhaled deeper and then sneezed as the smell tickled his nose. The scent briefly changed to something sweeter, but it was still tinged with sourness. Huh. Maybe the sour scent was fear and the sweeter scent was happiness? Amusement? Something like that. He would try to compartmentalize it all later.

Damian plucked the mask out of Dick’s mouth with a slightly shaking hand. Dick didn’t know whether Damian was still scared of him or if he was simply scared of what the mask implied about Dick’s wellbeing. It was probably a bit of both.

Damian looked from the mask to the briefs that were stretched over Dick’s furry ass. His mouth was set in a confused frown. It took him a few more seconds of staring before he reached his hand out and held it out towards Dick’s snout. Dick nosed at his glove for a second before pushing his head into Damian’s hand.

And just like that, the awkward tension between them was broken. Damian knelt down to Dick’s eye level and ran his hand over Dick’s head and neck with a look of wonder on his face. The aching in Dick’s body was briefly forgotten as he closed his eyes and leaned his body against Damian’s chest for support. Fuzzy tingles spread from his head to his shoulders as Damian’s fingers continued to run through his fur. It felt so nice that Dick wanted to fall asleep on the spot. After a few more pats and ear scratches, Damian cupped his hands on either side of Dick’s face.

“Richard?” Damian whispered close to Dick’s ear. “Are you actually a wolf or am I insane?”

A bark of excitement bubbled from the back of Dick’s throat. He nodded his head enthusiastically, crowding even closer to the point where he was practically sitting in Damian’s lap.

Damian almost smiled. Almost.

“Are you alright? Who did this to you?” Damian demanded, losing some of the softness in his tone.

Dick flattened his ears against his head and whined. He obviously couldn’t tell Damian what happened to him, but he could show him. He nosed at the mask that was still clutched in Damian’s hand.

Mouth set in a tight line, Damian nodded. “I’ll connect it to the Bluetooth in the batmobile while you gather the rest of your things.”

Dick gently clasped his teeth around Damian’s glove before Damian could stand. The briefs were really starting to get on his nerves and needed them off pronto. He tried to convey that to Damian by twisting his head to look back at his briefs multiple times.

Damian sighed so loudly that the air from his mouth blew Dick’s fur in different directions.

“Really? You managed to take off everything else except that.”

Damian clearly didn’t appreciate Dick’s well thought out idea to make himself identifiable as a human turned wolf. If it weren’t for the underwear, they’d probably still be stuck on opposite sides of the alley, locked in the longest staring contest of all time. Dick hoped his exasperation translated onto his wolf features. It probably didn’t based on the way Damian scowled while guiding Dick’s paws through the underwear leg holes.

“There,” Damian muttered once Dick was finally free. “Now let’s get out of here before someone sees you.”

Dick gave an awkward nod and trotted back to the stairs where his boots and clothes were. He couldn’t wait to get to the manor. He was going to wolf down whatever kind of food Alfred had lying around, and then he was going to curl up in bed and sleep this whole nightmare of a day away.

The aches and pains were really starting to kick in by the time he got himself and all his Nightwing gear settled in the passenger seat of the batmobile. It took him a minute to figure out how he was supposed to sit without falling off the seat. He ended up curling into a ball and then rested his front paws and head over the middle console. The strong current of air from the AC made his ears twitch.

The smell of the car was actually kind of comforting. There was a hint of Bruce’s aftershave as well as a muted copper scent. It smelt more like the cave than anything, but even that was ten times better than the literal vomit he’d been inhaling in the alley.

Damian started the car and pulled on the road towards Gotham.

“NM37 is connected to Bluetooth,” the batmobile said suddenly, making Dick jump. “Would you like to play the last recording?”

“Yes, play the last recording,” Damian said.

The screen on the dash lit up and then the video started to play. Dick felt his heart start to race when Damian fast forwarded through the beginning of his patrol and resumed playing the video as soon as Mischief appeared. He didn’t want to hear the fear in his voice or the pathetic sounds he made as he transformed into a wolf. He was just glad there would be a limited view of the transformation as soon as they got to the point where Dick took his mask off.

“Mischief?” Damian muttered, gaze still transfixed to the screen. “I’m not familiar with her. Has she appeared in Bludhaven before?”

Dick shook his head.

“A little birdie told me you fly with bats.”

The “little birdie” line of audio caught Dick’s attention. It could just be wordplay, but there was a chance it meant she was working for someone. If she wasn’t working for someone then what were her motives for turning him into a wolf? Money? Power? Revenge?

Dick was so caught up trying to make connections between crimes in his head, he jerked back when he felt Damian’s tight grip on his fur. He couldn’t see Damian’s eyes since the kid still had his mask on, but he could smell the way Damian scent changed to something more bitter. Concerned, he barked and pressed his head into Damian’s hand, trying to gain his attention. It was his only way of asking what was wrong in this stupid wolf body.

He was pretty sure he got his answer when he heard the grunts and whimpers coming from the audio. If he were human, he would’ve been blushing in shame and embarrassment. It sounded like he was dying.

After what felt like hours but was only minutes, the horrible sounds faded into pants.

“Stop the recording,” Damian said suddenly, his loud tone hurting Dick’s ears.

The audio cut off. Damian’s harsh breathing and the purr of the engine filled its absence.

Damian’s tight grip on Dick’s fur was starting to become painful. Dick gently cupped his teeth around Damian’s wrist and applied light pressure, basically the only way he could convey “let go.”

Damian pulled his hand back as if he’d been zapped.

“I apologize,” Damian said immediately, clenching his hands into fists. “That woman hurt you and I...” he cleared his throat. More softly, he added, “That was hard for me to watch.”

Dick watched the conflicted expression on Damian’s face morph into something more sad and timid. It was no secret that Damian was as stubborn about showing his vulnerable side as he was stubborn about everything else in life. Dick had seen that side of Damian more than a few times now. For some reason none of those times made Dick feel as worse as he did right then.

He didn’t really think about what he was doing until he leaned into Damian’s space and licked the side of his face from his jaw to his temple. He just knew he wanted that terribly sad look on Damian’s face to go away.

“Richard!” Damian shrieked. He tried wiping away the spit with the side of his hand. “That’s disgusting! Even Titus has better manners than you!”

Dick huffed and rolled his eyes. He’d seen Titus do the same thing hundreds of times, and Titus licked his balls every day. Now that was something to scream about.

Damian grumbled some more about it before they both settled back down. Dick looked out the window and realized they were only a mile or two away from the manor. He rested his head on his paws and sighed, suddenly exhausted. Any adrenaline he had before was completely gone now. The pain was still radiating through every part of him, and he knew he’d probably be too sore to even move tomorrow. He hoped Alfred could pump some drugs into his system to help with that.

It was as if Damian could somehow sense his pain when he suddenly said, “Don’t worry. I’ll find the harlot that did this to you and I’ll make her change you back.”

Dick gave him his own wolfy version of a smile and tried not to imagine how painful turning back was going to be.

He barely even twitched when he felt Damian’s fingers slowly run through the fur on his head. He closed his eyes so he could focus on the pleasant tingles that raced from his head to his shoulders.

“Tt. You’re already spoiled,” Damian said when he noticed Dick’s tail wagging.

Dick ignored him and sighed contently, stretching his neck out to show Damian where he wanted to be scratched. The petting and scratching was something he could get used to.

Maybe there were positives to being a wolf after all.

#DickandDamiWeek2019 #Dick Grayson #Damian Wayne #hurt/comfort #my fic #magic #injury

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A Stranger Things 2 Fanfic

Chapter Nine- Part Three

Phina was trying her hardest not to die with laughter. Dustin was very excited about the dead Demodog in the living room. He made Steve pick it up in a blanket while he took everything out of the Byers' fridge to store it in.

"Shut up," Steve glowered at Phina, a glare on his face.

She raises her hands, "I didn't say anything."

Steve playfully glares at her, "maybe, but I know what you're thinking, asshole. Shut up"

She grins at him and tilts her head cutely, "bite me, Harrington."

Dustin sighs, shaking his head as he turns towards Steve, "it should fit now."

Steve gives him a look of exasperation, "is this really necessary?"

"Yes, it is, okay," Dustin answers, "this is a ground-breaking scientific discovery. We can't just bury it like some common mammal, okay? It's not a dog!"

"All right, all right, all right," Steve sighs as he walks towards the fridge, "but you're explaining this to Mrs. Byers, all right?"

He lifts the creature into the fridge and it's head slams against the side. Phina laughs sharply and almost falls off the counter she was sitting on. Steve tries to shove it in again but it doesn't work.

"Christ," he groans, "help me out?"

"What am I supposed to do," Dustin asks.

"Get the door, man," Steve grumbles as he pushes the Demodog into the fridge more.

Dustin grabs the fridge door, "all right, I got the door."

Steve tries to pull back from the creature and the slime on it gets all over his arm, "Ew! Jesus-"

"God," Dustin yells.

Steve quickly pulls away from the creature and he and Dustin slam the door shut which makes the entire thing shake. They both stare at the door for a moment and then Steve puts his hand on Dustin's head, patting it like a dad would a son.

"Phew," Steve sighs.

Phina grins at the two of them. She thought it was cute that Steve and Dustin were getting closer. Steve looks over at her and rolls his eyes at her grin. She enjoyed that little show a little too much.

"I'll rub this slime on your face if you don't wipe that grin off your face," Steve jokes, gesturing to the slime on his arm.

She grins wider, almost like a cat, "I'll burn you."

"Point taken," he nods, a smile now on his lips.

From the living room, Lucas's voice says, "Mike, would you just stop already?"

"You weren't in there, okay, Lucas," Mike fires back at him, "that lab was swarming with hundreds of those dogs."

Dustin rolls his eyes, "Demodogs!"

"The chief will take care of her," Lucas says, ignoring Dustin.

"Like she needs protection," Max mumbles.

Steve, Phina, and Dustin walk into the living room. Phina had given Steve a rag to wipe off the slime from his arm

"Listen, dude," Steve says to Mike, "a coach calls a play in a game bottom line, you execute it. All right?"

"Okay, first of all," Mike says, clearly annoyed, "this isn't some stupid sports game. And second, we're not even in the game. We're on the bench."

Steve stammers, "so my point is..."

He pauses and they all look at him, "right, yeah, we're on the bench, so, uh, there's nothing we can do."

He throws the towel over his shoulder and Dustin speaks up, "that's not entirely true. I mean, these Demodogs, they have a hive mind. When they ran away from the bus, they were called away."

"So, if we get their attention," Lucas continues.

"Maybe we can draw them from the lab," Max adds, looking up at Lucas.

"Clear a path to the gate," Mike says.

"So El and Hopper can get in," Phina says.

"Yeah, and then we all die," Steve counters, looking at all of them with a look that said, are you even hearing yourselves?

"That's one point of view," Dustin argues.

Steve shakes his head, "no, that's not a point of view, man. That's a fact."

Mike pushes through Steve and Dustin, "I got it!"

He walks around a corner and they all follow him. He kneels down and points at a spot on Will's map that covered the walls of the Byers' house.

"This where the chief dug his hole," Mike says, "this is our way into the tunnel. So..."

He stands up and walks over to another piece of the map, "here, right here. This is like a hub."

He stands over a place where a giant blue area was, "so you got all the tunnels feeding in here. Maybe if we set this on fire-"

"Oh, yeah," Steve says, one hand on his hip as he points, "that's a no."

"The mind flayer would call away his army," Dustin says, ignoring Steve.

"They'd all come to stop us," Lucas exclaims.

"Then we circle back to the exit," Mike plans.

Steve leans towards them, "guys."

"By the time they realize we're gone-"

"El would be at the gate-"

"Hey!" Steve claps to get their attention. "Hey! Hey! This is not happening."

"He's right guys," Phina says.

"But-"

"No, no, no," Steve yells, "no buts. I promised I'd keep you shitheads safe, and that's exactly what I plan on doing."

Phina crosses her arms over her chest, "it's too dangerous, guys. Steve's right, it's our job to keep you guys safe. I'd be damned if I let you guys go with me."

Steve whirls around on her, "with me? No, no, no, you're not going down into those tunnels either! We're staying here. On the bench. And we're waiting here for the starting team to do their job. Does everybody understand that?"

"This isn't a stupid sports game," Mike yells.

"I said does everybody understand that," Steve yells back, grabbing the rag of his shoulder and pointing at Mike, "I need a yes."

All of them turn towards the sound of a loud engine. Max instantly runs over to the front window and jumps on the couch to look through it, Lucas following her lead.

"It's my brother," Max says as the engine grows louder, "he can't know I'm here. He'll kill me. He'll kill us."

The engine revs a few times before the car screeches to a stop in front of the house.

"Stay in here," Steve orders all of them, "I'll talk to him."

Phina glares at him, "like hell I'm staying here, Harrington."

Steve knows not to push her when she gets like this so he just sighs and looks at the kids behind her, "stay hidden you dipshits."

Phina and Steve walk out the front door and close it behind them. Steve stands slightly in front of Phina to hide her from Billy's view. The boy mentioned slowly gets out of his car, a cigaret lit between his lips as he looks over at them, leaning on the roof of his car.

"Am I dreaming, or is that you, Harrington," he asks.

Steve has his hands on his hips, "yeah, it's me. Don't cream your pants."

"And is that the gorgeous freak of Hawkins behind you," he asks as his gaze turns to Phina.

"Better watch what you say, Hargrove," Phina snaps, "I'd hate to make do on my promise."

Billy throws his jacket off his shoulders and Steve walks towards him, sensing the trouble that Billy wanted to start. Phina catches up with Steve with her arms crossed.

"What are you doing here, amigo," Billy asks, his eyes turning back to Steve.

"I could ask you the same thing," Steve says with a fake uninterested tone, "amigo."

The two stop a few feet away from Billy, "looking for my stepsister. A little birdie told me she was here."

"Huh," Steve hums, "that's weird. I don't know her."

"Small. Redhead, bit of a bitch," Billy says, glancing over at Phina, "not to be confused with this beauty right here."

Steve glares at him, "doesn't ring a bell. Sorry, buddy."

"You know," Billy sighs, "I don't know, this... this whole situation, Harrington, I don't know. It's giving me the heebie-jeebies."

"Oh, yeah," Steve asks, pushing Phina back a little, more for Billy sake than hers, when he feels heat start to radiate off her, "why's that?"

Billy pulls the cigaret out of his mouth, "my 13-year-old sister goes missing all day. And then I find her with you, and the freak of Hawkins, in a stranger's house. And you lie to me about it."

Steve chuckles lowly, shaking his head, "man, were you dropped too much as a child, or what?"

Billy chuckles and runs his tongue across his teeth as Steve continues, "I don't know what you don't understand about what I just said... She's not here."

Billy uses his cigaret to point past Steve and at the house, "then who is that?"

Steve and Phina whirl around to look at the window. All of the kids are pressed up against is and they jump away when they see the teens look at them. Phina wants to strangle all of them.

"Oh, shit," Steve slowly turns back to Billy, "listen-"

Billy pushes Steve and he falls to the ground, hitting his head.

"Steve," Phina yells but Billy shoves her away from him and she falls too.

"I told you to plant your feet," Billy growls at Steve and he kicks him in the side when he tries to push himself up.

Billy walks past them and towards the front door. Phina pushes herself up and glares at the back of his head. Vines start to crawl over the ground towards him slowly.

"Phina," Steve groans, "don't."

The vines retract quickly as Phina comes to her senses. She couldn't reveal herself to Billy, or anyone for that matter, not if she wanted to live a normal life ever again, not if she wanted to stay out of places like Hawkins Lab.

Phina rushes over to Steve, "are you ok?"

He groans as she pulls him to her feet, "not important right now."

He grabs her arm and they run into the house hearing yelling from the kitchen, "you are so dead, Sinclair! You're dead."

Steve lets go of Phina as he grabs Billy, spinning him around to face him, "no... you are!"

Steve hits Billy with a punch that used his full weight, making his entire body spin to the side. Phina goes behind him and grabs Lucas, pulling him to the rest of the kids. Billy laughs maniacally as he turns towards Steve.

"Looks like you got some fire in you after all, huh," Billy yells, "I've been waiting to meet this King Steve everybody's been telling me so much about."

Steve doesn't flinch as Billy gets closer to him, he only hardens his gaze and sneers as he pushed Billy back, "get out."

Billy reels back and swings at Steve who dodges beneath his arm. As he comes back up, he hits Billy across the jaw and sends him back into the table.

"Yes! Kick his ass, Steve," Dustin yells.

"Get him," Mike yells.

"Murder the son of a bitch!"

Steve hits Billy again and he falls backward and leans on the sink, his teeth covered in blood.

"Now! Now!"

"Get that shithead!"

Billy laughs, throwing his bloody face towards the roof.

"Kill the son of a bitch!"

Billy grabs a plate off the counter and smashes it over Steve's head.

"Steve," Phina yells.

"Billy," Max yells.

Steve stumbles towards them and Billy walks towards him, rearing back for another hit at Steve. Phina grabs the kids and pulls them away from the fight. Steve stumbles into the living room and Billy stalks towards him. He grabs Steve by the shoulders and Steve squirms in his grip.

"No one tells me what to do," Billy growls, bitch-slapping Steve across the face.

"Steve," Phina yells again, not knowing what to do without revealing her powers.

Steve is sent to the ground as Billy yells, "Whoo! Get up!"

He stalks towards him and gets on top of Steve. He throws a powerful hit across Steve's cheek and then another one. Left, right, left, right. Blood spews from Steve's mouth and Phina's vision goes red.

The kids' yelling goes deaf in her ears as she feels something snap within her. It's like a dam has broken and power floods through her. Her hands twitch at her sides, her nails tingling as they go from normal, short, stubby things, to sharp thorns growing from her skin. Her eyes feel like they are burning within her skull, the emerald that had been referred to as flame go black as the depths of the sea. She stalks forward, the kids backing away from her, not in fear, but in the realization that she was a bomb about to explode. Her new talons drip with a toxin, nothing that would kill, just subdue, as she raises them above Billy. Time slows as she sinks her talons into Billy's neck, the toxin taking effect immediately. She rips her hand back, leaving four deep gashes.

Billy stumbles to his feet, turning to look at the girl. Fear shoots through him at the sight of her. She looked like a demon had taken over her body, her eyes black as night, her hair entwined with thorn laden vines. Whatever she put in him, he swore it was making him hallucinate. He falls backward, away from her. It draws her eyes towards Steve, passed out on the floor.

Slowly, the red in her vision leaves and the talons retracts, leaving her short fingernails in place. The black in her eyes changes back to the normal emerald as she stumbles towards him.

"Steve," she whispers, falling forward, the world turning black instead of red.

-2293 words-

Ooohhh, badass Phina coming out to play, and all for Steve ;) I hope you liked this chapter and are ready for the next four!

-Morgan

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smilingformoney · 5 years

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Platinum Diamond Scene: Last Date with Raleigh

Raleigh: Cool. I wouldn’t be doing my civic duty if I didn’t take you to the most iconic tourist attraction in the US of A. You: Most iconic place… even when you’re about to get your heart curbstomped? Raleigh: Especially when you’re about to get your heart curbstomped. You wander more into a cloud of tourists, their phones aloft.

You: Should we… -Do some PDA for the cameras? +7,000

Raleigh: Yeah, I’m down for that. You: Okay, let me tousle your hair… Raleigh: What, it’s not messy enough for you? My stylist always preps my hair so it’s the perfect amount of ‘messy’. You: That’s a thing? Raleigh: Yeah, you know, the perfect amount of ‘don’t care’ for my image. You double over laughing. You: That’s the most ridiculous thing I’ve ever heard. I’m so sorry you have to sit through that. Raleigh: Don’t mock it. It’s a delicate balance. Raleigh: C’mon, while that crowd of tourists has their selfie sticks out… Raleigh draws an arm around you, pulling you to them for a kiss. You respond in kind, wrapping your arms around their neck. Fan: Ohmygod! Cadence and Raleigh Carrera are going at it! Fan: Cutest couple ever! After a few second of letting them snap away, you pull apart.

-Take pictures with fans? +7,000

Raleigh: You sure that’s a good idea? You: You’re trying to rehabilitate your image, right? Raleigh: Right. What better way than smiling for selfies with my dear, dear fans? You: Shh! Here comes a pack of them now. Fan: Uh… hi… Cadence… I wanted to say, you’re so talented… and I want to be just like you… You: Aww, thank you! That’s so sweet! Fan: And Raleigh, you inspire me, like… so much. Even if you crashed that yacht that one t-- Raleigh: Okay! Selfies! Who wants selfies?! Raleigh all but rips the phone out of the kid’s hand, angles their arm upward, smiles. Raleigh: Say cheese! Fan: CHEESE! They drop the phone. Like, straight up lets it fall out of their hand. The kid catches it. Fan: Thank you soooooo much, Raleigh! Fan: I’m gonna frame this when I get home! The kids scamper off, leaving you and Raleigh in their dust. You: Well… they were certainly, uh… enthusiastic. Raleigh: God, you crash one yacht, and it follows you for the rest of your life…

-Ignore the tourists? +3,500

Raleigh: Yeah, I don’t think I can handle interacting wit any of these people right now. You: Cool. Let’s go. Strong and silent. Aloof. You and Raleigh keep your heads down and manoeuvre through the crowd. Fan: Oh my god… I can’t believe it’s really Raleigh and Cadence! Fan: Wait, I think Cadence breathed in my direction! I’m gonna pass out. You and Raleigh finally slip out of the crowd and round a corner. You grin up at Raleigh. You: Look at that. We have them all a cool story to tell and we didn’t have to say a word. Raleigh: That’s the power of being a power couple, baby.

You: Man, I’m starving. Do you want to grab a bite? Raleigh: There are some vendors over there. What are you feeling?

What do you order? -Cotton candy

Five minutes later, you and Raleigh are striding down the path to the statue, cotton candy in hand. You: Mmm, I haven’t had this since the annual county fair back home. It’s definitely taking me back. Raleigh: Oh, yeah? I’d like to see your hometown someday. You: There isn’t much to see… Most concerts usually skip over us. Avery only came because One In A Million was doing a casting call there. Raleigh: Well, those musicians are missing out. Good thing your town had you to give them art. You: Raleigh, I’d hardly equate my open mic nights at The Quacking duck with fully-produced concert acts. Raleigh: Of course you shouldn’t. Because your shows were better. Now, let me at that cotton candy. Raleigh picks out a punk tuft of cotton candy, letting it dissolve on their tongue slowly. You shake your head, smiling. You: I guess I won’t argue with Raleigh Carrera when they’re on a sugar high.

-Corndog

Five minutes later, you and Raleigh are striding down the path to the statue, corndogs in hand. You: It’s, like… weirdly quiet. Raleigh: Yeah, nobody’s calling our names or anything… You: They’re just… taking pictures. Or, like, giggling to themselves. Raleigh: Don’t suppose it has anything to do with the extremely suggestive foodstuffs we’re eating? You: Oh my god! No! We have to get rid of these right now. I don’t want people to take pictures of me eating a corn dog and Photoshop in, like… Raleigh: You’re so cute when you get freaked out like this. But we said we were gonna give them a show, right? Raleigh makes a big show of eating their corn dog slowly, licking up the condiments suggestively, taking their time. The cameras click away. You: Raleigh! I can’t believe you. Raleigh: What? You’re welcome.

-Pretzels

Five minutes later, you and Raleigh are letting down the path to the statue, pretzels in hand. You: Here, birdy, birdy! You toss a handful of pretzel crumbs into the path ahead of you. The seagulls descend. Raleigh: I’m pretty sure you’re not supposed to feed the birds. You: What are you talking about? Birds love bread! Raleigh: Yeah, but it soaks up water and expands in their stomachs, so they don’t have room for the food they need, and they don’t get enough protein or nutrition. You: That’s awful! I had no idea! You: Who knew Raleigh Carrera has a soft spot for Mother Nature? Raleigh: I’m not a softie! It’s just that there’s nothing badass about killing birds.

Finally, you approach the base of the Statue of Liberty. You make your way up to the top, into the crown. Nobody’s here but you two.

You gaze out at the city twinkling back at you. You: The view was worth the climb. You: I guess this is almost it. The end of the fake road. What was it like ending your previous fake relationships? Raleigh: Pretty dramatic, usually, since some of them were actors. But we tried to have fun with it. You: Were you ever sad about ending them? Raleigh: Not really… We were pretty different behind the scene. I’m still cool with some of them as party friends. Some of us are cold or neutral, ‘cause we just did it for the hype. You: I’m still trying to wrap my head around the way this world works… Raleigh: Story of my life. Raleigh meets your gaze. Raleigh: Well, any last words, while we’ve still got some privacy?

You: I just want to say… -I want to kiss you one last time.

Raleigh lifts their hand to your face, brushing your hair out of your eyes. Raleigh: Doesn’t have to be the last time. You: Well. The last time in a little while. You rise up on your tiptoes and press your mouth against theirs, slow and careful. They’ve got one hand in your hair and another on the small of your back. You: I wish we could stay like this forever. The kiss deepens, and you wrap your arms tightly around each other. They will never not be a life-ruiningly good kisser. Raleigh: Cadence… You hear loud, stomping footsteps on the stairwell, and pull apart from each other. Raleigh steps away, shooting you a small, sad smile. Raleigh: So, Dorian. We’ve got a job to do… You: I guess we don’t have any other choice, do we? Raleigh presses one more lingering kiss to your lips before the people arrive. Raleigh: That’s to tide us over for a while.

-I hope we can remain friends.

Raleigh: Oh, nah. I’m blocking you on all social media as we speak. That way, the press will really know we’re done. You: You’re kidding, right? Raleigh: Of course. Raleigh: But I’ll probably have to make a show of leaving flirty likes on a few other profiles. Raleigh: Don’t worry, Cadence. The relationship may have been fake, but what we got as friends… That wasn’t fake. You: Awesome. Friends for life. You bump Raleigh’s fist.

Raleigh: Well? Ready to break each other’s hearts? You take a deep breath. You: Absolutely. I’m about to dump you so hard, Raleigh Carrera. You: We’re so over. Raleigh: Bring it on.

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joonsjeon · 6 years

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Muse 《Pt. 2》

Pairing: Reader x Jungkook Words: 10k Genre: Fluff, Smut - dom!Jungkook Warnings: trigger warning because of unwanted advances/ sexual innuendo and a lot of smut. Writing this took way longer than expected (sorry) but it also got way longer than expected so…

《Pt. 1》《Pt. 2》

Waiting for the weekend to come was torture. The combination of needing to decide whether to attend that party or not, schoolwork that needed to be done as well as the simple but very significant fact that all of a sudden you got it bad for Jeon Jungkook made those few days feel like a thousand.

The only nice thing was that right after your little excursion together he had moved seats, now sitting next to you, making that one class more entertaining than it had ever been before. In all honesty, you were surprised to get along with him as well as you did. Jungkook wasn’t merely a part of the popular group, he just so happened to be the most popular guy in school and yet, despite that fact, he did not care about his status at all. Only the jealous glances of other girls brought you right back to reality, pointing out who exactly you got the privilege to hang out with. However, it also made you realize what you had gotten yourself into, not even mentioning the fact that your intoxicated mind could not let go of the thought to be with him as more than just friends… and you didn’t even know him that well. “A little birdy told me you’re coming tomorrow.” A male voice ripped through your ear along with the sound of a tablet being dropped onto the table you were sitting at. When you turned your head to the side your eyes met an all too well-known face with an evenly too well-known smile on his lips. Whether you were lost in thought or fully aware of your reality, there was no difference. All that you had been seeing recently, was him.

“Oh really, who was that little birdy?” you asked back to avoid the question you didn’t have an answer to. Did you want to go? Yes. Where there any good reasons not to go? None at all. It was the sole presence of a weird feeling in your gut that didn’t quite let you decide on a final yes or no. And the time you had to make that decision was as good as over. “Doesn’t matter, I just need you to come.” He wasn’t looking at you anymore (luckily) and instead picked up his chopsticks while he started to eat the food on his plate. You could sense his confidence as it was radiating from him like the sunlight from the sun and you did not have a single clue where he was even taking it from. Unless he was more aware of your weakness for him than you thought he was. And while you could not quite withhold your excitement about a party with him, the old you was still too present and too aware just how much of a bad idea it really was. “Jungkook, I really don’t want to go. A party isn’t the place where people like me should be.” You pleaded, hoping that you could talk some sense into him. He wasn’t dumb after all, he should understand your point.

“People like you?” he questioned, wrinkles showing up on his forehead as his eyebrows furrowed. “What do you mean by that?” Or he didn’t. Maybe he wasn’t as smart as you thought. Or he just wanted to hear what you were thinking about yourself, which was nothing, quite literally. “A nobody.” you started “Besides you, no one at this party would even notice if I’m missing or not. I don’t belong there.”

The frown on his face didn’t soften at your answer if anything it had gotten more present because now even tiny wrinkles right next to his eye appeared. Very fine lines you knew would appear while laughing as well, which would have been a much more pleasant sight than this one. But even now, looking at him with his perked lips and dark brown orbs staring you down, you felt something weird inside you. Like a tingling sensation right underneath your skin, burning at the repeating image of the touch of his hand softly stroking along your arms. “I already told you that I don’t believe you’re nobody.” he muttered, almost sounding offended by the fact that you had such low opinions about yourself. He picked up his chopsticks again but instead of eating the food on his plate, which he had loaded up so much that you wondered how he would manage to eat all of it on his own, he just poked around while nibbling on his bottom lip, clearly lost in thought. He didn’t even notice that you were continuously gaping at his handsomeness, probably being painfully obvious to everybody else around, yet you couldn’t care less. You yourself weren’t even fully aware of your surroundings because he had you in such a trance. “What would it take for you to come then?” he suddenly asked, darting his head into your direction again. “Would letting you draw me make you attend?” “I didn’t exactly have your permission before, did I? Why start getting it now.” you joked not realizing that he himself wasn’t joking around at all. He moved closer to you, breath hitching in your throat as you came to understand just how little space there was left until the tip of your nose would brush against his. What was happening to you? What was that burning feeling in your stomach that wouldn’t die down no matter how hard you tried? “But with my permission, the details of your work could be so much better, (Y/N).” he whispered. “Also, I want to keep one of your drawings for myself.” “You want me to draw something for you and then attend the party as well? That doesn’t sound like I’m getting much out of it.” Even when he had turned away again, sarcasm was the only thing that kept you somewhat sane at this point. You didn’t want to act like a freak around him and it took every ounce of willpower inside you to fight the impulsive decision that your hormones suggested. You noticed how he was staring down at his plate like he did before, but this time a low chuckle escaped him followed by a suggestive smirk that you could only catch a glimpse of from the side. “Trust me, you will.”

Of course, you did not reject the offer to draw him another time although there was no longer a need for him to stick around while doing so. At this point, you were perfectly capable of recreating his beautiful face with the help of only your memory and previous drawings, but since it would mean that you could spend some time alone with him again the answer “No” was never an option. So, after school when you had finished your last class and he had successfully skipped his one yet again, you met up outside the entrance and walked back into the woods right where you had been last time. “What kind of drawing do you want?” you asked, this one would be for him after all. But all he did was shrug his shoulders, not sitting down on the bench but on the ground in front of it, leaning against the bottom part with his back. “You are the artist, you decide.” He answered with a sheepish grin. You took a few seconds to examine the well-known model and decided on the angle you wanted, choosing to take in a little more of his profile this time rather than a full-frontal drawing. There was something about his round, button nose that captivated your eyes, probably the cuteness of it. It didn’t quite suit his otherwise cool, sometimes even harsh features, but on the other side, it was what made him look so charming. For a while, you spent the time without talking too much. You were fully focused on perfecting every single one of your pencil strokes and Jungkook’s gaze fixated on the pond right in front of him, lost in thought. This place was quieter than usual or well… quieter than the one time you had come here before. The urge of getting to know him further was still there but it was buried underneath your hardworking attitude and that even caused you not to notice at all how Jungkook had slowly turned around to face you. He must have been watching you for quite a while when you had finally looked up again, more so with the intention of taking an undisturbed glance. Meeting his eyes took you by surprise, so much that you gasped as he simply smiled, showing his bunny teeth in all its glory… another adorable detail that you didn’t expect him to have at all. “How come you are not even looking at me?” As if the direct eye contact with him wasn’t enough to bring a crimson red color to your cheeks in nothing but a matter of seconds, he, of course, had to bring up the one topic you had hoped you could avoid for as long as possible. Because you feared that knowing his features by heart would easily cross the thin line between admiration and creepiness. “I am looking at you from time to time…” He must have had the plan of turning you into a flaming red tomato when all that escaped him now was a chuckle, the one sound that quite literally made your heart melt. He pushed himself up, sitting across from you on the bench now to get a first glimpse at what you had gotten done so far. “You are so incredibly talented, (Y/N).” he marveled, sounding absentminded with his eyes still locked on the piece of paper in front of him. You had taken pride in your talent before, you knew you were good… and still hearing him say that was everything you wanted at that very moment. “Thank you.” You replied, clutching around the thin pencil between your fingers out of nervousness. “However, your memory seems to work just fine. You don’t need me here, do you?” he grinned, well aware that you hated talking about any of this. “That really isn’t true. How am I supposed to draw you when you aren’t here?” you said a little frustrated, trying to give him your best confused face that probably could not have looked, faker than it did. There wasn’t even a point in trying to play it off anymore, yet it was all your body told you to do as if it could save you from being any more embarrassed.

“You didn’t forget that I can tell when you’re lying, did you?” he playfully asked, reaching out to grab your hand like he had done last time on this bench when you unsuccessfully tried to make him believe you had any kind of skill with the guitar. “You lean your head to the side when you do.”

“No I don’t.” you tried defending yourself, leaning your head to the side just like he said you did.

Damnit.

Of course, there was a smug grin planted on his face right after you had so perfectly proved him right.

“Nice try.” He laughed, your hand still placed on top of his and you wondered if he could sense your nervousness just as easily as he had detected that you were lying. But there was no doubt he could because your hand felt damp like a sponge against his own cold and calm one. Speaking of cool, when did this guy ever lose his… “Bring the drawing with you tonight, would you?”

“Okay, I will.”

You sat there a little while longer, losing track of time as you got lost in your conversation and if it were you making the decisions you would have sat here for the rest of the day enjoying his company, but of course, he had not forgotten about the party. So, at some point he made you leave to get ready as he himself also wanted to throw on different clothes before you would meet again a couple of hours later.

The heavy bass from the music was already audible in front of the entrance. You had stepped over an empty bottle of some kind of strong alcohol lying in the pathway to the front door and even in the small front yard were enough emptied cups for you to imagine just how wasted the people inside had to be at this point. Maybe you were a little late, but you were proud of yourself for coming to this party at all. With a heavy sigh, you stepped through the unlocked door, the music booming in your ears even more than it had done before somehow making you fear that you would be deaf by the end of the night. Not only your ears would take some serious damage, you could have sworn that something inside you had died as the smell inside this place hit your nostrils. It was an awful mixture of sweat, alcoholic beverages along with the smell of what you could only assume to be some kind of drug. To survive any of this you needed to get your own state of soberness to fade. Pressing through the crowded hallway, touching more body parts of strangers than you had ever wanted yourself to touch, you fought your way into the kitchen. In here the number of people, as well as the reeking smell, was a tiny bit better and gave you a second to check your surroundings. You didn’t recognize a single face which really wasn’t surprising at all. People stumbled to one of the cupboards in the kitchen to grab a clean cup, so you followed their moves and quickly snatched one for yourself before walking back to the other end of the room where you got to choose from a variety of drinks, most of which you had never even heard of. Mindlessly you picked a bottle, poured some into your cup and to your surprise it tasted surprisingly good after the first stinging pain had vanished. Your throat did feel a little sore, but with every sip you took the feeling got better. And with every sip you took, you could clearly feel your awareness sinking to a minimum. An obvious downside of not drinking alcohol… ever. “Look who we’ve got here.” You heard someone nuzzle into your ear. Not the voice you wished to hear, it was quite the opposite. You groaned, pushing Taehyung off you as the clearly boozed up guy was leaning against you like it was a normal thing to do. Even though you wished he was gone, you also figured that Taehyung could probably help you find the guy who had gotten you into this mess in the first place. But first, you had to endure his new clingy behavior. “I didn’t take you as a party-goer.” “Because I am not.” You replied, automatically crunching your nose in disgust as you felt the warmth of his hand on your waist. His eyes were locked on yours, his dilated pupils indicating that he had had probably more than just alcohol flowing in his blood, the only explanation for his more than strange behavior. “You know, I bet underneath your act of innocence there is a whole other (Y/N).” he whispered, licking his lips before he pressed you against his chest with a firmer grip, leaving no chance for you to escape. That was enough for you to hear, even with the alcohol slowly influencing your mind you were not capable of handling any kind of dirty talk from a person like him, the same person who enjoyed bullying you a few days ago. With all the force left inside your arms, you pushed against his chest, hoping that his intoxicated mind was too slow to react, and you were right, finally freed from his disgusting presence. “Screw you, Kim Taehyung. Go and find yourself another girl stupid enough to fall for your dumb ass.” You scoffed, brushing over your clothes as if you had to wipe off any trace of him and his grip, which was a very pointless thing to do but at least it made you feel a little better. “I will don’t worry.” He laughed, shaking his head at you before he turned away without giving you another glance. You didn’t hesitate to pick up your cup along with the same bottle of liquor, giving yourself a refill and gulping it down quicker than your first one. If this is what all parties were like, then you were no longer dumbfounded to see so many drunk girls walking around the city on Friday nights. With another refilled cup and checking if the picture in your small purse was still safely stored you decided to leave the spot you had found because now that Taehyung was gone you could only go around and look for Jungkook yourself. With the booze rushing through your system everything about this place only seemed to be half as bad. The smell was no longer stinging in your nose, the crowd of people that pushed you from left to right with their wild movements was not even bothering you anymore and your ears had long gotten used to the unusual loud environment. All there was left to do was find a certain someone. You walked around and around, losing track of which rooms you had been in already and which you still needed to check. The cup you had taken with you for on the way was almost empty and by now you knew that it was not a good idea at all to go for a fourth one. Just when you were about to drop down on the big sofa in the living room, eyes heavy from the weight of your drunken sleepiness, you felt yet another pair of hands landing right at your waist. It was nothing but a defense mechanism to jump forward before the grip on you could be tightened, pushing whoever it was behind you a little further away in the process. “That is not how I expected you to greet me.” You heard him say, snapping your head around faster than you should have as another wave of dizziness hit you before you could even say sorry, landing right back in his grip as he saved you from falling on your knees. “Whoa there, careful.” “I had… I had a little too much to drink.” You mumbled, feeling the numbness of your tongue for the first time and not even interested in how ridiculously wasted you must have sounded to Jungkook. “I can see that. Let me take you outside.” He said, carefully helping you to get back on your feet with one of his arms wrapped around your waist again for support. Thinking that you would not be affected by his touch the way you usually were under sober conditions was wrong. Even though your hazy mind did not take in the feeling of his strong arm as intense as it would have normally, you could still feel the muscles in your body tense up. Maybe, hopefully, he was not sober enough himself to notice how you were so obviously desperate for more. The way out of the house was blurry for you. All you know was that you were suddenly feeling soft, damp grass underneath you after he had helped you sink down. There was nothing to lean your back against, making it hard to sit straight on your own, but the thought of embarrassing yourself in front of Jungkook more than you had done already was keeping you just strong enough to hold yourself up for a little while longer. “I will get you some water. Don’t move, (Y/N).” he said, only now that you heard his voice so clearly you realized that he was kneeling right in front of you, a worried expression on his face and his eyes not even close to looking as dilated as Taehyung’s. He was a little tipsy, you could tell by the sound of his voice, but definitely not drunk enough to forget that any of this happened tomorrow, which was really what you had hoped for. “Couldn’t if I wanted to.” You slurred, feeling the touch of his fingertips against your cheek as he gently caressed your skin before getting up and leaving you on your own. Now that he was gone the will to hold yourself up quickly faded, the temptation to just slump to the ground way bigger than your previous attempt to rescue the very small glimmer of a good image you had left. You leaned to the side until your upper body touched the soft surface, feeling like the coziest pillow to fall asleep on. It wouldn’t have taken much more for you to fall asleep if it wasn’t for the same person from earlier suddenly interrupting the peace and quiet you had just found. “Doesn’t look like your lover boy is taking very good care of you.” You heard Taehyung whisper, opening your eyes only to see his face nothing but a few centimeters away, laying right next to your own limp body. “He isn’t my lover boy.” “He is not?” Even now, as wasted as you were, every fiber of your body was absolutely against the idea of talking to the guy in front of you for a second longer than necessary. The ridiculous effort it took to turn to the other side, so you did not need to face him anymore, turned out to be nothing but wasted energy as Taehyung was back in front of you in the blink of an eye, smiling at you in amusement when he saw the frustrated look on your face. “If he is not, why don’t you let somebody else take care of you?” he whispered, lifting his hands to stroke the hair that had fallen on your face away. It seemed like a sweet gesture, but the fire in his eyes was showing his true intentions. He was undressing you in his mind as he let his gaze drift all the way over your body, his fingertips dropping down your cheeks until the tip of his thumb landed on your lip. “I told you to find another girl.” You said, trying to sound stronger than you were at this moment as your desperate attempt to push him away from you came to nothing. His hand quickly landed low on your back, pressing himself against you so closely that you could smell the strong liquor on his breath. Maybe he wasn’t fully aware of what he was doing, yet that would nowhere near excuse his actions. “Don’t pretend you don’t like it.” He scoffed, holding your wiggling figure in place with his strong grip as he leaned in closer and closer, his lips ghosting over you as you just closed your eyes, ready to endure this moment the way you endured all his mood swings. Although you knew that you would feel disgusting for days and days to pass. “Get your fucking hands off her.” You heard Jungkook yell, Taehyung’s hands being lifted from your body less than a second later and the presence of him gone. You inhaled sharply, not even realizing that you had been holding your breath until this very moment. Maybe it was the shock, but your mind felt clearer now. The adrenaline rushing through your body was overshadowing the alcohol by a long shot. To your left, you saw how Taehyung was still lying down on the grass as Jungkook had grabbed the collar of his jacket to make him look at him. His jaw clenched, and his arms were showing the tense muscles as he was obviously trying to refrain from punching his opponent in the face. “Don’t ever touch her or any other girl like that ever again, you fucking pervert.” He spat, clenching around the fabric a few seconds longer before he let go with an annoyed groan, turning away from Taehyung as he tried to calm himself down. But as if Taehyung did not understand how he had just barely gotten away without any injuries, he provokingly laughed at Jungkook and propped himself up on his elbows. “Keep talking big, Jungkook, but at the end of the day you’re a pathetic wimp.” You watched his fists clench again, along with his shoulders tensing up. He slowly turned around as if he was getting ready to land a punch, releasing all his built-up anger. But you knew that hurting Taehyung was not what he wanted to do. It was just his rage making a dumb decision for him. So, before he could connect his fist to the older guy in front of him, you stepped in and raised your voice, saying nothing but his name which luckily was enough to get his attention. His head snapped towards you, the outrage showing in his eyes and furrowed brows, but they visibly softened at the sight of you. “He isn’t worth it.” You added, hoping that your attempt to reason with an enraged Jungkook was the right way to approach this situation. Jungkook’s features harshened again. To your relief this time it didn’t seem to be in anger, but because he was trying to work your words through his mind, knowing that you were right as he slowly regained his self-control. “Leave. Now.” He growled at Taehyung, who glanced at you one last time before pushing himself up onto his wobbly legs, staggering towards the glass door he had probably come through earlier. His annoyed gaze met the two of you again as he looked back over his shoulder. “Just wait for the day that Daddy won’t be there anymore to protect your ass.” He barked, slamming the door open in frustration of his defeat and then he was gone, vanished in the mass of people inside. Jungkook quickly kneeled beside you with a bottle of water in his hand, that he had dropped to the floor earlier, tilting your head upwards by your chin to check if you had any injuries. You reached out for his hand and pushed it away, mumbling “I’m fine.” while doing so and then grabbing the bottle from his hands. “Thank you.” “For saving you or for the bottle of water?” he joked, taking a seat next to you and taking a sip of the cool liquid as soon as you were done. “Both.” “Are you alright? Did he do anything?” “I told you I’m fine. And no, you arrived before he could. But even so, it wasn’t the first time he tried kissing me you know.” You said, hoping that it would ease his mind and apparently you succeeded because no other questions followed. You were just sitting beside each other, enjoying the closest thing to quiet that you could get at a party and looked at the night sky. Or at least he did because at some point your eyes had dropped to the side again, studying him the way you had done a thousand times before and yet, you never got tired of looking at him. Jungkook was wearing a black pair of jeans, tighter than most jeans you had ever seen any guy wear, but as your eyes had dropped down far enough to see the outline of his thick thighs, you were more than thankful that he felt comfortable enough to show them off like this. His upper body was hidden underneath a black button up shirt that had somewhat of a satiny shimmer to it and while examining it closer you noticed a rip on one of his arms. It must have happened when he had pulled Taehyung away from you. “Your shirt…” you mumbled, pointing to what you were referring to as he did not understand at first and a hint of guilt lingering in your voice. He looked at the ripped fabric, shrugged his shoulders and gave you a quick smile, probably to counter guilt inside of you. “It’s just a shirt.” “Yes, but you look really good in that shirt.” The words had left your mouth before you could think about them any longer and if it wasn’t for the words themselves that had made it clear enough what you were thinking, then the small sigh at the end of your sentence had given away what you were subconsciously trying to imply. You facepalmed yourself mentally, squinting your eyes shut as a hopeless attempt to pretend that this had not happened. “Oh, do I?” he grinned, turning his head to the side to meet your gaze. It was weird to think that Taehyung had done the exact same thing before, lying just as close to you with your bodies almost touching and yet the feeling was so different. When he was there, all you wanted to do was run away and hide, make sure he and his fingers would never get the chance to touch you. Now, that Jungkook was the one in front of you, it was quite the opposite sensation. He made you want to stay right where you are for the rest of the night, preferably moving even closer to him until not even a piece of paper would fit in between your chests. “As much as I despise Taehyung, I can’t blame him for wanting you.” Jungkook said quietly, his eyes shying away from your eyes which definitely was a first for him to do in your presence. His fingertips found the bare skin of your arm, tracing up and down in such a loving way that the feeling of his touch would be burned into your memories for days. And even though it was an innocent, sweet gesture you could not keep your body from wanting more of this. More of him. In completely different places. “You are very beautiful is what I’m saying. And it’s a shame I misjudged you at first like everybody else did.” “Are you sure you’re not just trying to get into my pants now?” you joked, couldn’t help yourself to do anything else. Your cheeks were burning already, and you knew that he must have seen it even in this dark light. Luckily, he understood your behavior, aware that you were just too insecure to take the compliment as it was, but instead joked around to loosen up the tension in the air that could have been cut by a knife at this point. “I sure as hell know that’s what you want, love.” He cooed, pushing himself up to soon hover over you, one arm to the left and one to the right. His bold statement had caught you off guard along with the fact that you were suddenly positioned underneath him, a sheepish smile on his lips as he looked at your wide opened eyes. How did he even manage to read you like that? “You wish that’s what I want.” You tried to deny it, realizing that denying it had only made things worse as you heard him chuckle yet again. His next words formed in your head even before he said them. “Head tilt, (Y/N).” There was no chance for you to reply again, as he swiftly leaned down and pressed his lips to yours. It was gentle at first, moving in synch so perfectly with feathery kisses that only had you craving for more. Whatever he was doing, your body always seemed to find a way to crave for more. Your lips prickled, the same kind of feeling that you had when a leg is falling asleep, only to be hurled back to life when his softer ones brushed against them again and again. Your hands had long found their way to his neck, pushing him back down each time he wanted to separate a little too quickly for your liking. He knew that you wanted more, and you could sense that he wanted it too, yet there was something inside of him trying to hold back and you tried your best to push his last glimpse of doubt away. You sighed into the kiss, the taste of him better than it had ever been in your imagination and as your mouth gaped open against his, he automatically started to crumble a little more. He kissed you harder, tongue slipping into your mouth as he did not ponder before swirling it around your own, not even making it a fight for dominance but very clearly stating that control was his and only his unless he wanted it any other way. Another sigh, much whinier than the first one, was coaxed from your throat and it effortlessly boosted the process of his resistance crumbling. Soon the innocent, feather-like kisses were replaced by the sloppy sounds of your lips crashing onto each other, almost starting to feel numb as you could only imagine how swollen they looked from all the sucking and biting. And even your hands that had so innocently rested at the back of his neck before now slowly wandered along his muscular back with the thin layer of clothing not preventing you to feel them tense under the touch of your hand, motivating you to go as far as raking your fingernails across his back which had more of an effect than you ever expected. He suddenly broke free from the kiss, resting his head in the crook of your neck as a deep growl escaped him at the feeling. “Easy there…” he breathed, using his chance to place tender kisses on your neck along with his one hand traveling down the side of your body until it firmly rested on your hip. “You don’t know what you’re doing to me.” “I could say the same thing.” You replied, tugging at his hair to lift his head back up as you already missed the pleasure solely his lips gave you. This kiss was not less intense than the ones before and you couldn’t keep yourself from teasing him with the newfound weakness, not only running your nails across his back but also all the way down his arms until you finally managed to make something inside his mind snap, a last frustrated hum vibrating against your lips before he harshly ground his hips against yours. His hand was conveniently already placed on there as well to hold you steady underneath him, the two of you moaning at the created friction. He did it again, dryly thrusting into you as his hand quickly slipped further down to your thigh to lift your leg and hook it around him, making his third grind even more intense. However, he then suddenly stopped again, pushing himself a little further away from you with heavy breaths as you had sucked the air out of each other’s lungs. “You’re driving me crazy, I can’t do this any longer.” He sighed, letting himself drop to the side until he was sitting next to you again, his chest still rising and falling in an uneven rhythm as he tried to distract himself from the sexual tension between the two of you. Just when you thought that he had let loose of whatever it was you had sensed before, he regained full control in a split second. But since it had been obvious how badly he wanted to bury himself inside of you without a stupid layer of clothing preventing it from actually happening, you decided not to let him go this easily. This time it was you swinging yourself on top of him, making yourself comfortable in his lap while you run your fingertips along his neck and through his already messed up hair. This was the first time since you had started making out that you got a good look at his face, still as beautiful as you knew it, if not even more gorgeous looking with the red, swollen lips, lightly flushed cheeks, and dark, lust filled eyes. Without glancing away and with fingers digging into his broad shoulders you rolled your hips against his crotch, making both of you see stars all over again. “I need you so bad, Jungkook.” You pleaded, continuously moving your hips against him as you also attached your lips to the soft skin of his neck, sucking and kissing different spots until you had found just the right one that had coaxed the most passionate moan out of him so far, not holding back for a second as he threw his head back in pleasure. The sound was so much more high-pitched than before, and you felt a wave of lust running right to your core at the thought that you were the one who managed to make him lose himself like this. “(Y/N), I don’t think you are fully capable of making decisions right now.” He said, breathing heavy as it apparently took a lot of his own strength to refrain from giving in to you. “I know what I am doing.” You assured him, fumbling with the collar of his silky black shirt as you attached your lips to his neck again, sucking on the spot right underneath his ear that had coaxed the most beautiful moan from him. However, this time you didn’t get more than a hiss, only pointing out how much exactly he was holding back. “I will warn you one last time, there will be no turning back…” he groaned, somewhat trying to get you off his neck but also not trying hard at all because he did not want to lose the feeling of you on him. “Take me, Jungkook.” You husked, feeling his grip on your waist turning into a fist that clutched the fabric of your shirt, like the last string of his own control that quickly ripped when you added a last whiny “Please.” to your previous words. “Fuck it.” He hissed, crashing his lips back to yours, harder than before and with his hands on your hips pressing you down onto his lap further. You felt his half-hard member poking against your center which made you moan into the kiss so loudly that he buckled his hips right back up to give you more of the feeling. The puddle forming in-between your legs could no longer be ignored and you even worried that if you continued to ride him like this, your wetness could seep through your own pair of pants. You unbuttoned the next button of his shirt, revealing more of his neck as well as his collarbones which you traced with the tips of your fingers and feeling his smooth skin only resulted in an untamable desire to feel more of him underneath your touch. Looking at his gorgeous face was no longer enough for you, too many times you wondered how perfect the rest of his body must look like and here you were… alone that you were finally able to sit on his muscular thighs, which you had been fantasizing about since the first time you saw them, had you on the brink of insanity. With one hand still placed in his neck to steady yourself, you slowly separated from him with a smug grin on your lips when you felt a frustrated sigh leaving his mouth additional to his boner harshly pressing against you. You yourself felt an enormous need to touch yourself as hard as your clit was pulsing from arousal, seeing him so turned on because of you almost did the trick for you.

When nothing happened after a few seconds of you staring down at the tent in in his pants, uncontrollably licking your lips with a lump starting to form in your stomach, he already grew impatient, lifting his hand to tuck your head back to his. However, you resisted his tempting try to sink into yet another kiss. Instead, you reached down to his bulge, caressing it lightly over the fabric of his jeans before boldly slipping your hand right into his boxers. At the first touch, his eyes opened wide in surprise accompanied by a hissing sound. You couldn’t resist to biting your bottom lip at the feeling of his hard, veiny member pressed against the palm of your hand… the temptation to have him ram into you preferably sooner than later was almost big enough to make you abandon your plans of teasing him and just rip the last few pieces of clothing off both of your bodies. The sole thing keeping you from it was the curiosity how desperate he could sound for you with that beautiful voice of his. With each time you grazed your hand along his shaft, his breathing got shorter slowly turning into pants as his head fell back in pleasure as well. He was about to say something when you wrapped your hand a little tighter around him, intensifying your movements and cutting off his words with a moan. You chuckled at getting exactly the reaction you wanted when all he mumbled was “Fuck…” “Please stop, (Y/N).” At the sound of his words, you felt a jolt of fiery ecstasy rushing through your body, adding to the already existing tight feeling inside of you and the whiny undertone in his voice only motivated you to keep going. Gliding your thumb over the tip of his dick before you started pumping again and although he did clearly enjoy the feeling of your hand, he suddenly reached out and stopped you from moving any further with a strong grip, snapping his head back forward so his eyes met yours. Despite it being dark outside, the garden lit by nothing but a faint, dim light on the wall of the house, you saw that they had turned into a deep brown, almost black color, filled with lust and… what seemed like a little anger. “I said stop.” He hissed, no longer whiny but with such certainty in his voice that didn’t have you wondering anymore about what you could do to him, but now wanting to find out what he was capable of doing to you. He tugged at your hand when he noticed that your grip on him had gone soft, downright yanking it out of his boxers before he threw you off him with ease. You had figured before that Jungkook was strong but seeing just how much you had underestimated his strength had you shocked… and dripping a little more. Like it was nothing, he pulled you up into a standing position with his one hand still wrapped around your wrist and as soon as you were standing he placed his other hand on your lower back to press you closer to him. His stare had not gotten any softer and slowly the penny began to drop that maybe he did not like to be dominated at all. “When I tell you to stop, you stop.” He muttered and all you felt confident enough to do was respond with a nod, realizing how quickly your positions had changed. He was basically towering over you, his continuous grip on your wrist as well as the strong arm around your waist completely locked you in place. Whatever he wanted to do, he could. And that thought made your legs feel so weak that you were more than glad that thanks to him you could not actually collapse at any given moment. He was the one with a satisfied smile on his face now, leaning down until his breath was tickling your ear. “Good girl.” The next thing you feel is his teeth grazing your earlobe before he started sucking the skin of your neck into his mouth just the way you had done it to him before, a sweet mixture of pain and pleasure that has you melt underneath him and would sure as hell leave marks for everybody else, especially Taehyung, to see the next day. When he hears you gulp to prevent a moan from slipping out, he boldly grinds his hips against your own, reminding you of his stone hard boner that you were subconsciously still longing to feel inside you and at the imagination of your walls clenching around him, the very tiny amount of self-control you had left was gone in an instant. “Jungkook…” you moaned, entangling your free hand into his fluffy hair as if grasping something would help you keep your sanity. At the sound of his name escaping your lips, he nibbled on your skin with a groan, soothing the stinging sensation with his tongue only a second after another whimper had left you. “What do you want, baby?” he purred, ironically guiding the hand that he himself that yanked away earlier back down to his bulge. You could only imagine how uncomfortable it must be for him to be trapped inside the tight pair of jeans he was wearing, which however did not by any means made you hold back with your actions. Before using words, you answered his question by groping his dick firmly, watching his face closely as his mouth gaped open with a small gasp that would have been inaudible if you weren’t paying attention as closely as you were. He definitely got the message, wetting his lips as he did not hesitate to buckle his hips right into the palm of your hands, creating friction that let him inhale sharply once again. And yet he chuckled, locking eyes with you as he lifted an eyebrow at you. “Sorry? I’m not sure I understand.” “I want you. I need you.” “You need me to what, (Y/N).” he teased, placing his own hand on top of yours as he ground into your hand harder this time. You only mewled. “Gotta be a little more precise, princess.” “I need you to fuck me.” You groaned, frustrated, turned on beyond good and evil and more than ready for Jungkook to take you whenever wherever and how many times he wanted to. “Your wish is my command.” He says, grabbing you by the hips and lifting you over his shoulder in one swift motion. You can’t help but let out a squeak at the sudden movement, but it quickly turned into a much throatier sound as his hand landed on your butt with a loud smack. You didn’t really see where he was going, but you figured that he only wanted to move out of sight because it had been risky enough to have that heated make-out session right in front of the huge living room window with all the people inside to see. When he put you down again the weight of his body quickly pushed you up against what you guessed to be the wall of the house, his hands already slipping underneath your shirt to find the clasp of your bra and snapped it open. His fingertips grazed your nipples, perfectly timed with the pressure of his lips pressing on your own as he made you moan into the kiss, using the opportunity to swirl his tongue around yours. All of it happened with such strategy that you could no longer grasp what other tricks he would have up his sleeve to make you pay for the teasing earlier when his lips and hands alone emitted sparks inside of you. Your fingers found their way to the buttons of his shirt that you hadn’t already opened before, traveling down until it hung loosely around his toned upper body. A shiver ran down your spine when you felt the outlines of his muscles underneath your fingertips, tracing his abs until you reached the hem of his jeans. You were about to pop that one last button open as well, freeing him from the tightness and finally satisfying your own curiousness about the exact size of his dick, when he noticed your actions and stopped you from going any further with a relatively harsh pinch to your right nipple. You cried out as you pulled your lips away from his, giving him a displeased glare that he did not care too much about as you could tell by his smug grin, tugging your bottom lip that you had stuck out in a small pout.

“Don’t you think you’ve teased me enough, baby?” he cooed, sliding his hands down along your waist, leaving a trail of burning skin that longed for more than just a few seconds of attention. You wished you could feel his hands all over your body at the same time. Now he was the one undoing the button on your pair of pants, nothing but the booming sound of the bass from inside as well as the sound of your zipper sliding down seemed to fill the night for a few seconds.

He didn’t touch you. He didn’t kiss you. Just looked at you for a mere moment, soaking in the view of your flushed face when he hadn’t even touched you where you needed it most. He wanted to see the way your mouth dropped open, lips parting with a sigh as his fingers slipped past the waistband of your underwear and gently brushed your clit a first time. Jungkook took his sweet time sliding along your folds, groaning as he felt how dripping wet you were for him.

“Please Jungkook…” you begged, throwing your head back against the wall as he continued to tease you by spreading your folds with his fingers, coating them in your wetness while ghosting over your entrance every now and then or pressing onto your clit for a few seconds before letting go again. You felt a thin layer of sweat forming on your forehead, getting hotter with every second that passed without the release you needed. He, however, ignored your words and stuck with his movements a few seconds longer until you buckled your hips forward, pressing onto his hand exactly the way he had done with you before. That was when he hummed in disapproval of your impatience and withdrew his fingers completely, making you want to slap his shoulders but all you let out was yet another frustrated sigh.

“Look at me.” He demanded, and you obeyed without hesitation, so desperate for release that you would have done anything for him. He lifted his glistening fingers to his mouth, sucking them clean with a satisfied hum. You watched him carefully, sucking in your own bottom lip at the sound of his deep voice so pleased with your taste. “You taste fucking amazing, (Y/N).”

Curiosity hit you, what did you taste like?

You swiftly placed a hand on his neck and tugged him closer, kissing him until he allowed your tongue to enter and let you taste yourself mixed together with him. While still sunken into the kiss you suddenly felt his long fingers slip back into your pants, playing with your wetness just a few seconds longer before he slipped a single finger into you with ease. Your nails dug into the back of his neck, resulting in a hiss from his side as you yourself held back the moans in your throat, trying not to hump the single digit inside of you as to finally gave you some of the long-awaited salvation.

He noticed it, not waiting long until he added another one, pumping in and out of you with a slight curl of his fingers hitting just the right spot. The passionate kiss had long gone messy, interrupted by gasps for air or moans that you could no longer hold back and with every move you felt yourself getting closer, quite literally riding your way to the blissful feeling that would hopefully settle the fire inside of you, burning for only Jungkook. “I’m so -fuck, I’m so close.” You cried, wrapping your arms around his neck which automatically pressed his face into the crook of your neck. He took the chance and planted a few innocent kisses on the already marked up skin, nuzzling a “Then come for me.” and at the purring sound of his voice, there was no holding back. Like the fire inside of you suddenly exploded you felt a familiar heat rushing through your body, making your legs shake as Jungkook was the one still holding you up and carefully guiding you through your orgasm with a few more pumps. When he let his finger slip out of you, you noticed your own juices seeping through the already wet panties. It took a few more breaths for your blurry vision to clear up, still overwhelmed from the sensation rippling through your bones nothing but a few seconds ago and yet Jungkook, obviously, was not at all satisfied yet. He pushed your already lowered pants down in one motion along with your underwear, gripping your hips and hastily made you turn around, your hands pressed against the wall with your ass perked out for him. He did not miss out on the opportunity to land another rough smack on your cheeks making both of you groan simultaneously. You could feel his impatience, his own need to be buried deep inside of you. And soon you heard the how he let his own jeans drop down, pooling around his ankles, followed by the tip of his cock pressing against your entrance, not pushing in yet but instead picking up the teasing again as he painfully slow slid up and down. “Jungkook…” You whimpered, still sensitive from your first high. The teasing was as intense as it was painful, making you feel lightheaded to the point where you could have sworn that your legs were no longer capable of carrying your own weight and, yet you were close to pushing yourself onto him. Seeming like he had read your mind a hand was placed on your waist with a strong grip to keep your right where he wanted you, his other hand still wrapped around the length of his dick. “Didn’t I tell you to be more precise?” he mocked you with words, following his evenly mocking move to push only his tip inside of you before pulling right back out. The self-control he had only to make you suffer as much as he possibly could… You felt him leaning down as another strangled noise had left you, his chest pressed against your back with his lips right next to your ear. “Say it.” “Fuck me, Jungkook, please.” “That wasn’t hard, was it?” he whispered, pushing all the way into you and making you gasp loudly in shock. He filled you up perfectly, hurting in the just the right ways that you knew would turn into pleasure as soon as you had adjusted to his size and he gladly gave you the time, resting there with his cock buried balls deep inside of you. Your wish to see his dick had not been granted yet, but the feeling of it was much better than anything you had anticipated. “Are you okay?” he muttered under his breath, revealing that the control he had had before almost completely vanished now. And as all his concentration went into holding back you noticed how his grip on your hips had noticeably softened, enough to give you the freedom to push yourself further onto him and just when you expected nothing much more to happen you were taken aback by the feeling of just a little more of his length sinking into you, until you felt the cheeks of your ass pressed against his lower abdomen. He only groaned at your bold move. “I’m taking that as a yes.” Moans and heavy breathing filled the air as he thrust into you with a steady rhythm, chasing his own high as you yourself felt a second one approaching even faster than the first one. He pushed in as deep as he possibly could, skin slapping on skin with a grunt and soon you felt him crumbling. Each movement of his hips got a little sloppier, each breath a little shakier and with a last deep thrust, you felt him come inside of you as his fingers dug into your skin. He groaned so shamelessly that the sound of it got you a whole lot closer to your own release, along with him and his warm load inside of you as he easily pushed you over the edge with a simple touch of your clit, the same warmth rushing through you again, making your vision fade to black for a matter of seconds from the intensity of it. He pulls out, his hands softly caressing the skin that he had probably marked up just like his lips had done on your neck. You wiped the sweat from your forehead, turning around to face him, his boxers already in place again. When you had dressed as well, still trying to fill your lungs with enough air to breathe normally again, he placed his hand on your cheek and stepped closer. The presence of his body felt different now. Now, that your lust was satisfied you felt sparks igniting in your stomach, your skin tingling underneath his touch and your heart racing at the sight of his sparkling eyes. All of this felt like a dream. “Next time it will be a little fancier than the exterior wall of a house, I promise.” He chuckled, giving you the sweetest smile, followed by a quick peck on your lips and all you could think about was the fact that he did apparently not see this as a one-time thing only. “I still got something for you.” You whispered, reluctantly removing his hand from your face as you walked over to your bag that you had left somewhere by the window. He followed you and watched as you pulled the piece of paper out of your purse, handing it to him with a shy smile. “I completely forgot about this.” He laughed, kissing you again and mumbling a “Thank you.” against your lips before locking them another time. “Would you like to leave this party?” you asked, feeling the tiredness creeping through your bones for a very different reason than dancing too much. “We can if you want to.” And so he gently took your hand after you had picked up your bag from the ground, guiding you through the drunk mass of people until you reached the front door. Right when you were about to leave you caught someone staring at you in the corner of your eye. Taehyung’s eyes were glued to the hand that was intertwined with Jungkook’s, a disappointed look plastered all over his face before he looked up and met your gaze. Suddenly, after everything that had happened tonight, there was not a glimmer of pity for him left inside of you. And when you caught him still looking at you, you moved your hair to the side, provokingly revealing the purple marks on your skin with a smug smile on your face before Jungkook opened the door and pulled you outside. “See, I promised that coming to the party would pay off.” Jungkook smirked as you were making your way to the closest bus stop and there was no point in denying that he had been absolutely right about his. “Are you telling me that you had planned to sleep with me all this time?” you questioned, expecting a cheeky answer from him which was exactly what you received, accompanied by his almost standard smug grin around you. “Are you telling me you didn’t?” He laughed at your sigh, letting his thumb glide over the knuckles of your still intertwined hands when he also gave you a tender kiss on the cheek.

“I know you did.” He finally winked and just when you were about to protest you reminded yourself that there was no point in doing so, he knew that it would be a lie anyway. So, you just stayed quiet, giving him his victory and enjoying the beauty of his smile as your own personal consolation prize, realizing that this might be a sight that you could have more often from now on. It was needless to say that this night had changed your life. With Jungkook by your side, you no longer feared to take your drawings to school as Kim Taehyung had never dared to lay a finger or even an eye upon you after it. And you were surely growing fond of your newfound freedom as well as the boy you soon after considered to be the love of your life.

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