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MultiVillains x Sad!Reader || Drabbles

Plot: When theirs no one else there for you, you let the villains take the job.

Includes: BEN Drowned, Clockwork / Natalie Ouilette, Lucius Malfoy, Negaduck / Jim Starling, Offenderman, Otis B Driftwood, Peter Hale and the Toon Patrol.

Warnings: Heavy angst at first!! Then your dark knight/s come/s and make you less alone. Oh and I also call Greasy a whore once. Oops.

Notes:

Dedication (The Toon Patrol section specifically, cuz I dunno if like any of the other characters but I KNOW you LOVE the weasels ^^ ): @marinerainbow . We’ve both had a not-so-great week, and you’ve been so wonderful and supportive to me, and so I had you in mind while I wrote this ^^ I really hope you like it, and feel not-so-alone. I’m always here for you ^^ ALSO- you’re a fantastic writer and I want to give back to you!!

I have no clue how to write Lucius right now so basically HERE, have Jafar with bleached hair. Which I think is close enough XD

Prologue:

Tears begin to cloud your vision as you scroll through your messages for the fifth time... No new texts pop up. No one wants to know if you're okay after how you were acting today... Not your friends, not your parents, not your partner. No one. No one gives a fuck.

Or they just think you're strong, and you'll deal with it on your own... and that you don't want their help... You sniffle and shut off your phone, leaning your head into your hands, despair sinking in. Which would be entirely your fault. For acting too strong...

But god, you think, rubbing your hot face. Surely one person would check in, at least.

After a minute of staring angrily, tearfully at the wall... you decide, against possibly your far better judgment, to just call your partner. Maybe, since you feel so bad, you can give up your pride just this once and ask for them to come. To come, and sit with you, and just make you feel like someone cares that you're not okay. Because surely, they do.

Of course, they do.

They're just respecting your privacy right now... yeah, that's it. That's why they aren't here already.

Perhaps you wont even have to ask them to come. You'll just call them up, and the tears will leak in through your voice, and they'll offer to come on their own.

That would be nice.

... but the dial tone rings and their practised, staged voice recites the traditional instructions to leave a message. And you bite your lip so hard it hurts.

Beep.

Tightly, your jaw taught, you let go of your lip. "Um- sorry, (Partners name). I was... just... I don't even know if you'll listen to this actually, haha. Who listens to voice mails? Its scary, I know... makes you think you're gonna hear something not-so-great, like uh... the lady from the bank asking you to come talk- which is, um, never good... or even a um, a death threat, or something... okay I guess not that, hopefully... but... " You're babbling- you realise you're babbling. You're quite aware of it- so you quickly straighten your back and move on; Cheeks wet with tears and hot to the touch, and the sniff you take in is loud and gross, but you don't care. "But anyway- in case you do listen to this, um... I'm... I'm... not doing, s-so hot. And, I d-dunno, I just want... god, I'm starting to feel more pathetic with everything I say." The embarrassment sears you right through the chest, burning and hot, and you're suddenly just desperately want them to just read your mind. Or maybe you just want them to throw the phone across the room so it shatters and the message is lost. "I -I cant delete this, can I? Damn... Might as well finish then, huh? Uh, cuz uh... I don't wanna waste your time, or anything. I just... was wondering... if you would- um- come. Just, please... Everything's falling apart, and the e-empty seat beside me is, uh... scaring me. Soo... Please please, just come. I need you. I really need you actually. Pleas- "

Beep.

The dial tone plays again and the humiliating message shoots off to your partners phone, to possibly be heard, possibly ignored... You know if they hear it and they come, which they probably will because they're a good person, you'll just feel worse. Knowing you made them get here, to comfort you... Knowing that evidently you're too unimportant for them to just know, to come get you. Like in the movies.

While at the same time knowing that that's ridiculous and its just your misery talking.

Hugging yourself, you lean back in your chair, setting a tightly laced boot against the edge of the coffee table in front of you. You take a deep, stuttering breath through your nose, and close your eyes...

One glaring question races in your mind, over and over. Why does no one give a damn?

Why does no one give a damn?

BEN Drowned:

Suddenly your phone buzzes loudly under your thigh, and you crack your eyes slightly open.

Should you check what that is? Or have you humiliated yourself enough today? What if its your partner? That last 'what if' catches in your mind, and you sniff- pulling the phone back out and crossing one arm over your stomach to old yourself together, before turning the screen back on.

Its not your partner, you realise with a terrible thud where you heart was. In fact there isn't a message there at all. Rolling your wet eyes, causing a tear to escape and cascade miserably down your cheek, you shake your head. Of course. What a time for a fucking glitch.

You're just going to tuck the thing back away, when the screen goes black again, prematurely, and what looks to be a finger appears out of the darkness; Tapping the other side of the screen. Eyes widening, you immediately fling the phone away like it burned you, pulling your feet up from the ground and onto your chair like the 'glitch' is a rat or a spider crawling around down there, and wipe your eyes. "Fuck! B-BEN, no!" Not now? Go away, you aren't in the mood!

BEN of course, does not listen, and a moment later he's dragged all 5'5 feet of himself out of the phone and is standing in front of you smirking as you glare up at him. "... what?" You spit, disliking the look on his stupid, smug face.

"... You're cute when you cry."

"Ugh!" Smacking the cushions on either side of yourself out of frustration, you use the new leverage to push yourself out of the chair and turn away from the asshole of an elf- looking for an escape. You just want to sob in your loneliness and get the whole self deprecating thing out of the way. Why does he have to turn up just in time to make everything harder? "Go away! I am in no mood, for this!"

He hesitates at least, but an infuriating response is still something you get, unwarranted. "That, I can tell."

Crossing your arms, you stare silently at the wall on the other side of the room. Before you can come up with something appropriately dramatic to make him leave, you're shocked to your very core when BEN suddenly comes up behind you- and wraps his arms around your middle, gathering you back up entirely against him. Its kind of... warm. And comforting. And so close it leaves no room at all, for you to feel alone in any way.

You turn your head to the side, so you can see him out the corner of your eye. "... what are you doing?" You can feel his fluffy straw-coloured hair against your cheek. He gives you a kiss on the cheek and your eyes blow wide open.

He presses his forehead against the back of yours, and you actually feel his eyelids slip closed against your skull. "... I heard your message... Sweetheart I'm not going anywhere."

Taking in a deep breath through your nose, puffy and teary eyes closing, you turn slowly around in his arms and only open them back up again a crack, to see him. "You weren't exactly who I had in mind... " But you're just too fucking tired to argue. So you wrap your arms over his shoulders as you wait him his answer- black and red, dripping eyes focused hard on you in a way that's foreign. No one has ever been so focused on your unhappiness.

BEN presses his forehead against yours in such a tender, intimate way that it makes you feel warm and squirmy in the pit of your stomach... in a good way, though. You almost want to kiss him for it. "Well Y/N, I'm what you have. Now," His eyes flicker up to yours, brows narrowing. "What happened?"

You chew on your bottom lip, tears prickling your eyes again now that you aren't focused on something like making him leave you the hell alone. You're back to thinking about all the shit, you're dealing with at the moment, and a cry escapes you as you look down- BEN's chest suddenly looking like a magnificent spot to hide.

"... It’s all just too much right now, I can’t!- " You start, begin to sob, stop talking, press your forehead to BEN's chest and he just huge you closer- you don't care if he gets blood on your shirt and he couldn't care less if snot or tears end up on his.

Clockwork / Natalie Ouilette:

Suddenly your window is shoved open unceremoniously and a certain brunette barrel rolls into your living room.

You're too tired and miserable to care, so you just shift so you aren’t facing her. Clocks can go get whatever food she wants, take a damn shower, and then piss off. That's all she needs you for, anyway; The food in your kitchen and the indoor plumbing you pay for.

Focusing a little too much to digging your toes under the couch cushions, just for something else to focus on rather then Clockwork or the tears that are desperate to slip free, you take a shuddering breath-

And she hears it.

Immediately she comes over, a hand on your shoulder to show you that she’s there despite her literally crashing in like an FBI agent without a gun and rounds the back of the couch, to see your face. “Hey, there… Y/N… “ Clocky’s voice pitters out awkwardly when she realises that you’re crying, or trying really hard not to. Its immediately clear that the sight makes her uncomfortable, and you sigh.

“There’s brioche in the kitchen.” Theirs venom in your voice, though you don’t know how it got there. Maybe you just want her to leave.

“… What happened to you?” She suddenly blurts, not-at-all sensitively.

You roll your tired eyes. “Nothing, I’m fine.”

Yeah… yeah, you realise that that is not super convincing, what with your eyes filling with salty water as you speak and your lips wobbling, but you just crave for her to believe it somehow and go away- so badly. “Yeah I don’t think that’s gonna cut it… “She responds, to your utter dismay, causing you to cover your face.

“I am. Just leave it.”

“Nope, I don’t care what kinda healing properties you think sitting alone sobbing pathetically to your cushions have but you got me, now.” Clockwork plops herself onto the couch next to you, so close your feet touch her thigh. She doesn’t stop it there, though. She pick up your legs and spreads them out over her lap fully and scootches in closer to your side. “Now, come on. Tell me what’s wrong. Your family suck? Partner broke up with you? Work a burden? Friends treating you like a burden? What? Come on, tell me.”

“This feels like an interrogation.”

“Then you better start giving me some answers then, huh?” You look up, eyes wide and watery, to see Clocky raise a brow at you; Focused and serious. Sniffling first, you open your mouth to tell her what’s wrong… but come short, when no words come out. You don’t even want to talk about it all, right now. You just want to cry about it- like a big ass baby. Tears start slipping down your cheeks, you go to hide your face again but Clocky interrupts- catching some of your hair in her grip so you stay looking up at her, and tilting her head as her remaining eye softening the tiniest bit. “Tell me now or tell me later, doesn’t matter. I’m not going anywhere.”

Lucius Malfoy:

Suddenly your phone starts ringing- but not your mobile, sitting tucked under your thigh. No, this is the landline you never use, except for when- “Ugh… “He, calls you.

Dragging yourself up from the couch, you travel across the living room and pick up the phone, press answer and hold it to your ear a you slip back down into another seat; Unable to stay up, you’re so tired. “Mr Malfoy?”

He disagrees with anything more advanced than 1957. So, the bastard - in one of his attempts to get closer to you, - bought you this telephone, and yes. You call it’s a telephone, specifically. There is absolutely no other way to describe it. There’s a curly wire connecting the handheld to the machine (Where the number buttons are, that admittedly make a satisfying click sound when you press them), it’s an odd seafoam colour, and the there is literally. No. screen.

Rolling tired, puffy eyes, you pull a pillow to your chest and let them flutter shut. “Glad I caught you, little lamb. I wanted to extend an invitation to you- there’s a fundraiser being held by the ministry, and I would like you to be there… I just know that the room would be brighter with you on my arm.”

Rubbing your forehead creases out, which seems to be an impossibly task as they just keep coming back, you wince. This is so frustrating! Sniffing, you raise your brows, and ask; “And will Narcissa, be there?” Why won’t he get it? You do not want to be his fucking side piece! -

“No, of course not-”

“Mhmmm… “Of course.

“But as I’ve said before, Narcissa has no qualms with my pursuing you, or our relationship.” Yep, sure. Sounds like the go-to lies of a faithless husband. God, this is not what you need right now… “She has her own you, if I am not mistaken the reasoning for that young man the other day being over so early in the morning… exiting her chambers… “

“Yeah, that’s nice Mr Malfoy.” The sarcasm drips off of your tongue, for you do not need to be regaled with tales of the Malfoy’s bizzarro family life right now- or ever. “But we do not have a relationship. I have someone-”

“I am working on that error, believe me when I say that.”

You stop moving, the realisation that your partner is not here when you need them dawning on you again. Instantly, useless tears fill your eyes up again and you have to cover your mouth- but a pathetic squeak manages to break free, first.

“… Y/N?”

“Y/N, are you still there?”

“What was that noise?”

“Are you quite alright??”

After you don’t respond for a good minute or so to his increasingly concerned questions, sobbing silently against your hand and the phone pressed to your ear, Lucius manages to figure out what the faint whimpering sounds are and falls quiet for a little bit; Doesn’t leave, just listens. Just stays there, for some reason. Listens to your very soft crying.

A few minutes pass, before he speaks again. “… Y/N, is there anything you would like me to do for you? I assume this is not about my advances- they’ve never affected you this way before- but if someone else is bothering you, I assure you, I would leave no trace of my interference if I were to… shall we say… take care, of them? I have connections quite high in the ministry, and it would be all too easy.”

Miraculously, a snort bubbles to your chest; A tiny smile fighting to stretch across your lips at Lucius’ words. You rub your face, sniffling and still crying a little. “That won’t be necessary, Mr Malfoy.”

“I really insist, I’ve got quite a talent for taunting- “

“Lucius.” That stops him - you calling him by his first name. You don’t do that. It makes you seem close, which you maintain that you aren’t, but just this once… you might just need to make an exception, -, and you take a deep breath. “Would you please just be quiet? And stay with me?”

“… of course.” He says it as if it’s a given, like he’s surprised you felt you needed to ask, and you have to stop biting you lip lest the sob that wracks your body next causes you to shed blood.

There are some ruffling sounds on his end, as if he’s siting down now and getting comfortable for the duration, and you just start to cry harder.

Maybe you picked the wrong person. Because he’s here, more or less, and your partner is god-knows-where. Because he called you- and you’re always calling them. Every time.

Maybe you should call Lucius some more.

Negaduck / Jim Starling:

Suddenly the familiar noises of someone rifling through your cabinets start up in your kitchen, and you sigh; Resting your face in your palms and rubbing your aching forehead. Perfect timing, Jim. Just spectacular.

Maybe if you stay quiet, he’ll just leave.

So you close your eyes, and focus on your breathing. Telling yourself that you need to pull it together. You need to buck up. Its up to you whether you’re happy or not so just be. happy.

Oh god its useless.

Then some cushions get squashed, and you feel the couch dip beside you, and you want to groan out of frustration. “Why hello there, Y/N… To what do I owe this pleasure?”

“Got off work earlier. Ergo, I’m here.” Just in time to meet the thief that’s been raiding my kitchen every time I go to work. Just my luck- it’s exactly who I suspected. Luckily you manage to manipulate your voice so it isn’t so waterlogged, or high. And while your face is in your hands, he won’t know you’re crying… right? Right. You have to believe that.

“Wonderful! I was getting bored, today. So! Tell me- “You feel here him, rather then see him, lean back and throw his feet up onto your coffee table. You resist the urge to get up and shove them off. “How are all those bozo’s going, at work? You were my manager, so- “

Deadpanned, your interrupt. “-I was the companies secretary and just so happened to manage your file when you were legally alive- “

“- So…“ There’s a threatening lilt to his new, gravelly voice this time and you’re sure he sets you with a wuthering look, and maybe he even thinks about the dirty chainsaw he likely has leant up against your couch, but he’s still the same old self-centred loon as he always was in his centre and you couldn’t be scared of him even if he held that weapon up to your neck. “Tell me! How are they failing, now that I’m not part of any of their projects anymore?”

They’re doing well, but you don’t feel like getting into that conversation. You’re too tired, emotionally and physically. Wrung out and left to dry. Finally, you suck in a deep breath and straighten up, the hunched over pose having been hurting your back, and let go of your face. “Look, I don’t know… ”

“Woah… “You turn your head to look at him, and see him looking surprised at you; Crazy eyes wide behind the, now black, mask and mouth open slightly. “The hell happened to you?”

Ever so eloquent, with his words, isn’t he?

“Doesn’t matter, does it? Just finish your… “Glancing at what’s in his hands, you give a grave sigh. “My favourite chocolates. And get out.”

“No.” As soon as you go to push off the couch and go to your room, Negaduck grabs one of your wrists in a tight grip and forces you to stay where you are; At attention. “Stay. Tell me who to kill.”

WOW- “Well THAT took a left turn!... “You exclaim, immediately, looking at the man with bug-eyes. What the hell?? “You’re not killing anyone!”

“Where’s that partner of yours? Shouldn’t they be here right now? Isn’t that what… significant others… “He says that, ‘significant others’ in such a disgusted voice it may have made you laugh in another moment where you aren’t feeling like total garbage. “are for??”

Your throat gets clogged, at that, and you look away from him. “I guess not.”

“Then that’s who I need to kill- “

“Hey!” Immediately you whip back around and grab him when he gets up, tugging him back down to the couch this time. “You will not!”

“People always disappoint. That’s all they are- disappointments. They can’t be trusted for anything. They have to be eradicated! - “

Reaching, you take hold of Negaduck’s arms, grounding him. He was losing what little of himself he had left. “Hey! Calm down.”

He does. He shuts up. And just stares. You can’t tell what he’s feeling, there’s no emotion in his face under that red, wide-brimmed hat. For a moment you just stare at each other, you trying to decide your next move, before suddenly he lurches forward and wraps his arms around you.

Chest-to-chest, his hands in your hair and clutching you to him, his head bent over your shoulder, the hat brushing against the top of your head hiding you from the world, Negaduck… hugs you. Clings to you. Keeps you close, and… safe.

Unable to help it, you wrap your arms around his back and return the hug; Weak to the unexpected affection. You sigh into his shoulder, closing your eyes. “… you know I’m a person, right?”

“You’re much better then that.”

Offenderman:

“Well, THAT was sad.” The familiarly oddly lyrical voice of Offender suddenly fills your ears, and you immediately close your eyes. Sighing in annoyance. Of course he’s here to have heard – and probably witnessed, - that less than proud moment. And the redness of your face to prove it happened.

Opening your eyes up again, you find him standing right in front of you, and your eyes follow up his body to his face, from the belt buckle staring you too-close in the face, to the lapels of his coat, to the hat on his head, before glaring at where you assume he sees you from. “What are you doing here?”

“Oh, you know I love our visits~ “He chuckles, turning his head to take a look around the room; That ever-present, lazy smirk cemented to his sharp mouth. “Mind my asking what the hell that message was about? It really was pathetic- And I didn’t take you for that type.”

“Yes, I do mind.” Whenever Offender is around, despite all the time he’s spent with you and not hurt you, you can’t help how your heart speeds up and how the freezing cold fear sets in. It really doesn’t help your current state.

He huffs, in amusement, before twisting around and falling, somehow gracefully, into the couch beside you; Throwing one leg over the other so you can see the bottom side of one of his boots. Except for being worn in the bottom, they’re perfectly clean. “Well, that’s just too bad.”

“Ugh,” Leaning forward, you press your face into your hands; Elbows digging into your knees. Your exhaustion and the fear duke it out inside you and you just end up feeling even more gross than before. “Nothing. Its just… shit… “

“How articulate.” Sarcasm coats his words, and you groan.

“… I’m too tired to put it all into words, right now… “

For a moment theirs just silence, and you find yourself letting go of your face in favour of leaning against the back of the couch and staring at the ceiling. You know Offender is looking at you, a tight frown etched across his mouth and jaw taught, but you find that its safer not to look at him.

Then he suddenly takes a strand of your hair and tugs it/taps a finger against the back of your head to get your attention. You turn and look, eyes round in curiosity. What?

His voice comes out calm, for once. Theirs not a lick of seduction or amusement to be heard in it; He sounds focused, instead. Calm, and focused, and serious. You can’t help but listen closely, in a sort of trance. Honestly, you would describe the feeling as akin to being… compelled. “I’m going to stay here with you, until you feel better. You’re gonna order ice cream and I’m going to make up some mac and cheese, and we’re gonna watch a movie you haven’t seen before.” You feel a thud in your lap, and look down with a heavy feeling head to find you comfiest socks folded in a bundle, there. When you look up, Offender’s already pounced up and is heading to the kitchen.

After a moment, you nod slowly. Then, coming back to yourself, you tilt your head to the side; A tiny grin playing at your lips. “Mac and Cheese?”

Hands in his pockets, he turns half back around. “Oh, sweetheart. There ain't a better food to pair with misery in the world, then Mac and Cheese. And if there is, a sure haven’t found it.” He shrugs back, grinning once again. “Besides, it’s my specialty.” Then he points to your socks. “Put those on, and though as much as I’d love for ‘em to be the only thing you have on… “Your blush is dark, matching your glare. “I suggest you grab on your favourite hoodie, too, before I get back.”

Otis B Driftwood:

When Otis suddenly wanders through the feral looking living room, clearly having heard your message but avoiding talking about it- in fact, he seems to be avoiding looking at you the best he can, to boot. Shit.

Quickly wiping at your eyes, you get up to your feet, tuck your phone away in your pocket and face away from the direction Otis is in. Escape is imminent-

“Huh?” Suddenly a rough-feeling hand grabs you by the elbow and you twirl around to find Otis suddenly right behind you. Theirs that perma-scowl on his rat-ish, but yet somehow handsome face, but theirs an odd softness in his eyes that you don’t recognise. He’s never looked at… anyone, that way before. “O- “

“Don’t talk.” He rolls his eyes, flopping down onto the couch you just vacated, and yanking you down not-at-all gently close beside him. You’re just wide eyed, and shocked, by all this so you let him and keep your mouth shut like he told you to. “I don’t even wanna fucken know what shit that even was I overheard just then.”

Thinking about what the hell his intentions are, and staying silent for a moment as you do so, you get increasingly confused and can’t help but to take in a deep, stuttering breath in and open your mouth to ask-

But he cuts you off, before you can even make a sound. “I said shut the fuck up.” You’re still in a fragile state so your eyes immediately fill up with tears at him snapping so harshly at you, before you can stop yourself- despite the embarrassment of crying in front of Otis. “Oh- fuck- Shit- Did I say you could fucken cry??”

“Sorry!! Its not you- I-I’m just- It hasn’t been a good day, and- “Suddenly you’re sobbing, and your elbow sneaks out of his grip in order for you to hide your ugly cries from Otis’ view. He just moves his hand down to your waist, watching in half-annoyance and half-helplessness. “… I’m s-sorry… “

“Look- Y/N- fuck, could you cry quiet for a goddamn second?” He then sighs heavily and rolls his eyes deeply when you’re unable to do so. “Gee, thanks for the cooperation… Anyway- like I was saying- I don’t care what fucken happened today, okay? I don’t. I don’t give one roving fuck,” The words are so fervent coming out of his mouth, you can’t help peering up at him with watery eyes to see what he looks like- and it’s like he’s absolutely desperate, to convince you that he’s heartless. But- “But I aint going anywhere. So shut up, calm down, and buck up- in that order. So I can leave.”

Your eyes widen, disbelief filling you at his words. What does that mean?

Being too tired and too sad to argue though for the moment at least, you slowly shift forward and lean into his shoulder, heavy lids finally getting too close as Otis cautiously moves his big, scary hand up to your back- patting it a couple times, quite awkwardly. You sigh, because when Otis is quiet like this his presence is rather comforting, surprising enough. It feels like you’re kind of special- getting careful, almost-soft-feeling attention like this from a rough, cruel man like him. And if all you have to do to keep him like that is to stay quiet, then you can do that. For a little while, at least.

After a few minutes, he shifts; Rolling his shoulders back uncomfortably, and you look up with big, round eyes to see him laying back on the couch, long-ass anime legs spread out past you- muddy boots on the cushions. “C’mere.” As you look at him, he gestures shortly for you to come closer, to lay with him, and after a hesitant moment you do as told. Getting down beside him and resting your head on his shoulder as one of his dirty, sinewy arms wraps around your waist to keep you from slipping off the side of the couch. Your legs lay beside his, pressing against eachother in fact, and when you look up at his face you see his eyes close. He tastes his mouth a couple times, like he’s going to take a nap, and the tiniest urge to smile tingles at the corners of your lips.

He’s odd. Cold and evil and, often-times heartless.

But apparently, he’s- also- a damn good cuddler.

Peter Hale:

Note- You live with Derek. You two are friends and decided to just be roommates so neither of you ended up homeless, and somehow Peter got hold of a copy of the key- much to both your dismay.

“Now, what’s this?” You jump nearly right out of your skin, an entirely unpleasant experience in the state you are already in, when none other than Peter Hale appears in the doorway. Why is he here!?

Tilting his head towards the doorframe, he puts on a very fake concerned face. “Someone cry wolf?”

Ugh. Huffing, before then immediately sniffling which totally puts off your whole vibe, you get up and head towards the doorway he’s still in. “Whatever Peter, I’m going to my room- “

“Hold on, there, little wolf.” You’re just passing him by when he turns with you and you stop, because he’s just going to follow you if you ignore him. Peaking into your face, Peter actually frowns. “This isn’t because he me, is it?”

Sniff. “Not everything is about you, Peter.”

“Had to check.” He holds up his hands in surrender. Then gestures for you to follow him back into the livingroom, and patting the couch next to him when he goes in and sits down. “Come on, tell Uncle Peter everything.”

“No way in hell.” Your tone is dark. Is he making fun of you??

Huffing himself this time, he rolls those pretty eyes of his backwards into is head, and rolls his shoulders. Finally, he looks at your straight, and raises his brows; Pointedly patting the couch cushion again. “Sit. I’m not teasing you here, as much as I love doing that. I’m genuinely concerned- the ugly crying, the snot, the back talk- you’re acting like Derek. And that’s never a good sign, now is it?” Gripping the doorframe, you look at him very cautiously- still conscious of his douche-y nature. “Not even if you’re Derek.”

Sighing, you decide to go sit down - in the armchair across from him, rather than where he indicated which makes him roll his eyes again, - just to get him to shut up.

For a few moments it works, as Peter just folds his hands into his lap almost like he’s some therapist and just stares at you, assumedly hoping you’ll explain why you’re such a mess of your own accord. Well- he was wrong.

Eventually sighing, Peter shrugs. “Fine. My turn again, huh? Okay then- and you people say you don’t like me when I talk. Hypocrites.” Focusing on you again, your arms crossed over your chest, one leg folded over the other, eyes puffy and red and vibe all-too fragile as your fingers twitch on your arms, his eyes carefully soften. “Tell me, sweetheart, what happened?”

Letting out a deep breath you hadn’t known you were holding slightly, slowly as your shoulders relax, you look away from the older, eviller, werewolf. “… It’s just been a long week… “A really… really, long week…

Your nose starts to prickle, saying it out loud again. God, are you going to cry again in front of Peter?

Eyes flickering back to him, you see him looking seriously at you; No humour in his face as he looks at you in this state for whatever reason. Almost like he cares. “I’m not going to insult you if you cry, you know. I’m not that evil.”

Apparently you are going to cry in front of Peter. Eyes filling up instantly and bubbling over again with tears, you hug yourself, chewing on your bottom lip; Feeling all too cold under his gaze. “I thought… I just thought they… “Your partner, the one that probably wouldn’t even listen to your message. “Would be here, when I’m… like this… “

Surprising you, Peter suddenly gets up, taking the step between you away and gesturing for you to stand up. You do as gestured, blinking at him uncertainly as his fingers find their places around your upper arms. “… well you’ve got me. That’ll have to do, until they get their ass into gear- okay?”

You find yourself nodding, surprisingly. Despite the second part of that statement striking you, horribly, as being unlikely. “… You don’t have to… Derek’ll be home soon- “

“Derek is about as comforting as an inflamed orphanage.” If you weren’t so close to sobbing again, you would have snorted at that. “And besides, you’re not a hindrance to me in any way, at least right now,… so… I don’t mind.” One of his hands comes up to your face, curling around the back of your neck and brushing a thumb across your cheek comfortingly. You’re shocked at how guiltlessly good it feels.

So you then hide your face in his chest, the smell of his leather jacket filling your nostrils, and start to cry in the odd sanctuary of Peter fucking Hale’s arms.

Human!Toon Patrol:

A sudden, stuttering gasp licks at your ears for a moment and you frantically wipe at your eyes, whipping around like a deer caught in headlights to see Psycho and Wheezy standing in the doorway looking wide eyed and caught. “Are you c-c-c-crying??” Psycho asks, though the answer seems to be obvious as Wheezy relaxes instantly back to his laid-back self, getting over the shock quick and resting all his wait back on one hip as he takes a drag; Watching Psycho and you.

You, on the other hand, are the opposite to calm. Shaking your head, you blatantly deny your state. “No! I’m f-fine! Don’t worry! I-I’m just headed out to the market!- Um… “ Where’s your bag? Fuck, nothing is going right… Eyes flickering around you as you sweep off the couch, everywhere but at the two men, you don’t even notice when they both cross the room and end up on either side of you. So you jump, when Wheezy puts a hand on your arm. “Sweet’eart, maybe sit back down… “Its not a request, it’s a suggestion. One you just don’t have any patience for, because you know if you stop then you’re going to start crying again and you can’t risk that, so you pull your arm out of his gentle grip and turn-

Coming up immediately against Psycho, who gives a little waive. He tilts his head the side, insane hair not moving an inch and even crazier eyes spinning in circles- hypnotising you along with his high, demented voice. “Why don’t you sit?” He repeats- and its not request either. Psycho’s words are a demand- he expects you to do so.

Unsure, you start to shake your head. “Um- “

“Come on, Y/N.” Wheezy goes again, and you’re put even more on edge because he’s never this pushy. Usually, when you say no, he lets it go. It doesn’t mean much to him. He just shrugs; But now he asks you twice. Maybe he’d ask you thrice, if you turned him down again. “Y’don’t have to tell us nothing, just sit down. Y’know if you don’t, Psycho’ll be up all our asses for the rest of the day.”

He makes it about Psycho, about his needs and not yours, and your racing mind takes a breather. Your even quicker heartbeat slows down to a calmer drawl too, when you indeed sit down.

Wheezy sits down beside you but Psycho stays standing, chewing on his bottom lip as he fights to curb the broad smile on his face.

You take some deep breaths and they watch you do it, before Wheezy offers you ne of his prized smirks and you wrinkle your nose at him- getting a giggle out of Psycho and a smokers pant out of Wheezy.

Out of all the Toon Patrol… you suppose it could have been worse in terms of who found you like this…-

You spoke too soon.

“Miércoles! What did you two gordito’s do!?- “Immediately you see Wheezy roll his eyes up into his head at the unwelcome intrusion to the silence, taking a nice deep puff of a cigarette plucked from his rolled-up shirt sleeve. Good thing, too, because that smoke was very close to catching his button-up on fire- Suddenly Greasy is in front of you, and you and Psycho look up at him with wide eyes as the family whore looks you over in panic. Promptly he looks angrily at either man- the one sat beside you and the one hanging over you in a straight-jacket. “What happened to them!?”

“They were crying~” Psycho sings out unnervingly, and Greasy squints.

“I see that loco but why!?- “It’s clear he blames his teammates for it, but you don’t have the energy nor the strength at the moment to do anything but look on in shock- luckily, Wheezy seems to have it under control.

“Don’t ask us- we found ‘em like this.” Wheezy shrugs.

Or maybe Wheezy does not have this under control.

Greasy settles down sitting far-too-close next to you, more cuddling you then sitting with you, and you just let your shoulders drop; Saying nothing. Tears start to leak out of your eyes again and your lips wobble. “… mi amore… tell me, what’s wrong?”

Just as you’re sniffling and silently starting to weep again at all the fuss over you, and the men all start to panic in their own ways - Psycho humming and twisting his razor around and around in between his fingers, Greasy’s eyes blowing wide and mouth falling open, and Wheezy taking in a deep breath of oxygen through his nose, -, Smartass strolls into the room. “What- “

Immediately he zeroes in on the scene, looks as if all he wants to ask in that moment is for just one day (One weekend. One Saturday where he doesn’t have shit smeared across his simple life. ONE!), and promptly turns to leave the room again with a silent huff- but the littler man quite literally bumps into Stupid and his round belly on the way, and curses. No escape now. He’s been seen.

“Duh- what’s happening in here??”

Psycho, wandering around the couch and tracing the back with his knife, pipes up first. “We don’t know!~ “

“What the hell d’ya mean you don’t know??” Their leader spits, and you start actually sobbing- Greasy immediately wraps his arm around you and pulls you into his shoulder, not at all minding that you’re sobbing all over his suit. “The kid is sobbing on the damn furniture- y’havent asked why??”

Wheezy sighs. “We asked, boss, they just haven’t been able to answer.”

His face twisting into a determined scowl, Smartass swallows down his hesitation and stomps right over the fray- the only kind of fray he’s unsure about and would really rather steer clear from. Hands perched authoritatively on his hips; Smartass stops right in front of you and leans directly over you. “Alright Y/N, stop cryin’ a second. Come on, let’s talk like men.”

… All the men in the room stop to look at you. You lift your head off of Greasy’s shoulder, just to flash Smartass a terrible glare, then cover your face bury yourself in the green fabric again. It’s the only safe place in a room with vultures like this. Smartass’ jaw drops.

“Duh… boss, that was insensitive.”

“Shut up!” Smartass crosses his arms, tapping a foot impatiently against the ground at an increasingly fast pace. “Whatever. You give it a try. None a’ the rest of us have been able to fix the kid- ”

Greasy looks deeply offendedly at Smartass. “Hey, I am a magnificent consoler, boss, and I deeply resent you saying that in my presence- “Smartass raises his eyebrows back, in disbelief.

“Oh yeah? Then what the hell are they just spunk’en up your best suit, for?” At that, you lean your face away from Greasy, worried that Smartass is right, and you really are disgusting- but Greasy quickly pulls you back and pats the back of your head comfortingly; Flashing a glare at his boss before pressing his cheek to the top of your head, muttering Spanish assurances to you… a tiny, almost invisible smirk on his mouth.

Wheezy is the only one who catches it, and groans- covering his face with a hand. A creepy opportunist, that guy is…

Then Greasy all of a sudden feel’s air replace your body in his arms, and gasps; Looking up with wide eyes to find Stupid has snatched you. You yelp, and grabbing onto the giant man’s shirt as you peer down at the ground at least 5 feet below you. “S-Stupid!!”

“Stupid give them BACK!- “ Greasy hisses below, turned fully around on the couch.

“Shut up, idiot, the last thing they need when they’re in a funk is f’you t’ be copping a feel.” Smartass mutters, only glancing at his teammate. Greasy gapes, as if he would never, turning to Wheezy for a defence, but the other man just shakes his head. Nope.

“Not gonna happen, man.”

Psycho nods, his tongue sticking out a little bit between sharp teeth. “They’re right!~ Hehehehehe… ”

Greasy grumbles, crossing his arms. “Fine. Traidors.”

Stupid hums, holding you up in the safety of his arms effortlessly, and nuzzles into your hair. It brings an instantly warm and fuzzy feeling to your chest, and your grip on his clothing loosens. Your heavy eyelids fall closed, and you give in to the cuddles, resting your head against his chest. “Duh, everything will be alright!~ “

Honestly, up high in the large man’s arms, it does feel like it will be. It doesn’t feel like anything could touch you there, but him. Even when he sits down in an armchair, you let yourself relax against him. Stupid won’t let anything get to you, in his arms there.

You fall asleep to faint arguing, the sound of Stupid’s heartbeat close in ear, and Psycho humming a little further away in the other.

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ptergwen · 3 years

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With that hurt prompt, please do 5 w Peter Parker x his best friend I can just already see him panicking and just decides to hold the reader close 😭

just breathe

warnings: some swearing and descriptions of nightmares eek

prompt: after acting happy and okay all day, A is haunted by vicious nightmares all night. B doesn’t know what to do and in a panic wakes them up and holds them close.

a/n: yooooo bestie peter is my fave thank you for sending this in :,(

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peter sports a wide grin as he licks a stripe up the ice cream cone you two are sharing. you’re sat side by side in a booth at the parlor. you’d decided on getting one scoop of cookies and cream, one scoop of cookie dough — it’s both your favorites.

“your turn,” peter beams, holding out the cone to you. “eh, no thanks. i’m not that hungry,” you offer a small smile. he purses his lips. “that’s like saying the sky’s not blue. come on, have a bite.”

he waves the ice cream around, urging you to take it. you push his hand back with a sigh.

“i don’t bite my ice cream, peter,” you manage a laugh. peter rolls his eyes playfully. “well, i do.” he proves it by chomping a big oreo chunk out of the side, you cringing. “that’s because your freaky super senses are, like, numb to the cold or something,” you insist. “yup! can’t feel a thing,” peter agrees, his mouth full of vanilla.

you grab him a napkin when some dribbles to his chin. he mutters a thank you and blots himself off. your response is a low hum, the smile on your face from before vanishing. peter instantly notices.

you’re right here, but you seem to be somewhere else.

“what’s wrong?” peter wonders, setting down the ice cream in an empty bowl. his eyebrows knit together. “nothing!” you chirp back. “i’m just tired. i, um, haven’t been sleeping too great lately.”

peter definitely knows what that’s like. it’s hell, to put it simply.

gently, he elbows your side. “aw, why didn’t you tell me? got a few tricks up my sleeve for that.” you wrap your arms around his torso, craving the contact and the warmth he radiates. “i dunno. i didn’t think it was that serious. happens to everyone, right?”

“no, y/n/n. it’s not supposed to, at least,” peter chuckles, slinging an arm around your back. “let’s get outta here, hm? we have much more important matters of business to attend to.” you lay your head on his shoulder and peer up at him. “like what?”

he presses a kiss to the top of your head. “we’re taking a nap. fuck a bitch called insomnia.” your lips curve into a frown. “pete, no. i can’t. i’ve tried to, but it never ends well.” peter gives you a pat on the back. “nonsense, you got me now. i’ll even check under the bed for monsters.”

if he only knew.

“can you actually?” you grin hopefully, peter meeting your gaze. “absolutely. it would be my honor.” that puts you more at ease. “you’re such a good friend… the best,” you murmur and lean into him more. he rests his head atop yours with a smile you don’t see.

“alright, my little night owl. we should get going.”

you two skip your way back to peter’s place, greeting aunt may before he drags you into his room for your nap.

you’re not looking forward to the sleeping part. you are looking forward to the sharing a bed with peter part, though. he’s a cuddler.

“ok,” peter claps his hands. “warm milk, extra blankets, and we’re officially in a monster free zone,” he lists off, fluffing the pillow under your head. “missing anything?” you reach up for one of his hands. “yeah, you.”

laughing softly, peter squeezes your hand and takes your half full mug of warm milk. he puts it down on his desk.

“mm, i’m coming. scooch,” peter commands, you moving over so there’s a space for him. he gets under the covers and pulls them up around you both. you prop your chin in your hand, watching him.

peter turns on his side to face you, with open arms and a smirk. “what are you waiting for? spoon me,” he prompts. you scoff. “what’s the magic word?” his nose scrunches up. “please… and thank you.”

satisfied with that, you loop your arms around peter’s middle and give him your cheesiest smile. he smiles back, his arms circling around your waist loosely.

“this alright?” peter murmurs, searching for your eyes. you nod in response. “more than. thank you, peter.”

he tilts his head down and lets his lips brush your forehead feather lightly. that earns a yawn from you, peter biting back another grin.

“sweet dreams, sleepyhead,” he wishes you, his voice a whisper. you easily drift off soon after.

not too much later, peter finds himself jolting awake. his spidey senses are going haywire. he’s not sure why because everything seems fine, so he figures it might be a false alarm and tries to fall back asleep.

then, he feels you twitching in his arms.

your whole body stiffens against his, muffled whimpers leaving your lips. tears stream down your cheeks in your sleep as you unconsciously clutch onto peter for dear life.

peter realizes what’s going on and immediately springs to action.

you’re having a nightmare. a vivid one, too. no wonder you haven’t been sleeping well.

“y/n?” peter calls your name, his eyes wide and heart beating faster. you only grip onto him tighter. “y/n…” peter calls your name again. your tears are wetting your face, broken sobs absolutely destroying him. you’re shaking almost violently, and he feels so helpless.

“y/n… y/n, wake up!” peter nearly shouts, you jumping out of his arms with a squeal. your crying stops momentarily, but starts back up when you remember the horrifying images your own mind just concocted.

peter sits up next to you, quietly so as not to startle. “hey, hey, hey,” he coos, you gasping and snapping your head in his direction. you let out a shaky breath upon seeing it’s only him.

“peter…” you croak, throwing your arms around him. he cradles the back of your head, your face hidden in the crook of his neck. “i got you, y/n. i got you,” he assures and secures his other arm around your trembling form. his fingers carefully twist in your locks, you hiccuping as you struggle for air.

“i got you,” peter repeats more firmly, slowly rocking you. “just breathe, y/n/n. in and out.” you make an attempt, although it’s choppy. he strokes your hair, you grasping at the thin material of his t-shirt.

“it was so scary, peter. i… i was…” you can’t get your words out. you’re in shock. “we don’t have to talk about it until you’re ready,” peter says in a hushed tone, hugging you flush against him. “however long it takes… i’m not going anywhere.”

and, he doesn’t. he stays up with you late into the night, wipes away your fresh tears and grounds you with his kind words as many times as you need to hear them.

peter really is the best, even better.

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raineydays411 · 3 years

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Trauma does really bond

Umbrella academy x teen!reader

Summary: You were number eight, The Healer. With the power to heal anything you touch. Or at least you would be, if the world knew about you.

A/n: I know I said new fics on Friday but I couldn’t wait lol

Everybody knows the story of the Umbrella Academy. Seven children, adopted by an eccentric billionaire, forced to become superheros and eventually fizzled out of the limelight.

But know one knows about you.

You were the eighth child Reginald Hargreeves adopted. You were Y/n Hargreeves, age 17. Everyone knows that the seven siblings were all born at the same time, and day. So how are you 17?

Well basically the same thing, but when your mother spontaneously gave birth to you, she handed you over to Reginald within a heartbeat and as far as he knows, you were the only spontaneous birth on y/bd. So he took you in. Now he wasn’t completely sire that you would get powers. For all he knew, your mother just didn’t want you. But all that changed when you were just 6 years old.

You had stumbled upon a mouse that was squirming in a mouse trap while exploring the attic. You felt so bad for the poor thing that you had set it free. You cradled it in your hands, as you teared up at the sight of it twitching when suddenly you felt it. It was like magic, you felt each bone and nerve that was broken heal until the mouse was once again moving, full of life. You ran out the attic, mouse in hand. Running all the way to your fathers office, barging in despite his protests.

“Y/n Hargreeves, how many times must I tell you--” “ I’m sorry father, but look!” you cut him off, thrusting the healed mouse towards him.

“Number eight. You interrupted my studies to show me vermin?”

“No father! I healed him! He was in the mouse trap and I healed him!” You exclaim. That caught Reginalds attention.

“You healed it?” He asks eyeing the mouse, “ How?”

“I dunno” you shrug, “ I just felt bad and touched him”

Reginald hums, standing from his desk and walks over to you.

“Come with me.” He says, leading you out the study with a hand on your back.

From then on he put you through brutal training. Nicking you with knives I see if you could heal yourself, bringing you hurt animals to heal, injured people. Then it escalated. He brought in people who were on the brink of death, comatose. He forced you to heal them, despite it taking all your energy. There were multiple times where you ended up collapsing, sobbing and exhausted from healing too many people in one day. He forced you to get up, and heal some more claiming,

“You have been given a gift. It would be selfish of you to hoard it just because you get a little tired”

Not to mention the brutal physical training. Because you had no siblings, he made training robots. They, unlike humans, did not hold back. Forcing you to fight as if you were actually trying to survive. And if you lost, you weren’t able to heal yourself.

Now all this training would have made some sense if you were going out into the world and saving lives. You weren’t. Reginald didn’t allow it. You were to stay on the premises, 24/7, 365 days a year. He claimed

“The world is cruel Number Eight. You are not yet ready to face the harshness that is reality. It is best to keep you here until you are.”

So alone you were. Well not totally alone, you did have Grace an Pogo. And you had Luther but all he did was missions and avoid you so he didn’t really count. But Grace and Pogo? They were your best friends. Grace was practically your mother. She sang to you, brushed your hair, tucked you in, told you about your “siblings”, and taught you how to bake and cook as well as other things. She like you, wasn’t allowed to leave, so you felt like she understood you. Pogo, taught you everything you know. He helped you learn seven languages, he sat and was forced to listen to you learn the piano, violin, and guitar, he was the one who snuck you Vanyas book and answered any questions that Grace couldn’t. And he was the one who sat with you in the attic as you both looked out at a city that didn’t know you existed.

You secretly longed for the day you were able to leave. If not training or doing school work, you could be found gazing out the attic window, or outside in the courtyard staring up at the sky. Despite being in a huge mansion, you felt trapped. You have read almost every book in the house, including Luthers research that he sent from the moon, Fives old theories, and Allison’s diary. You started meditating, yoga, and even picking up little hobbies like scrapbooking or candles making. You learned different ways to play chess, ballroom dancing ( your father insisted), how to read music, and so many other things. You were so smart and yet so naive. You, theoretically knew the cruel realities of the world, having read them in books and such. But you never experienced them. You had no human contact other than your father (and Luther till he was sent to the moon). You knew battlefield medic techniques but not simple everyday things. Hell, not even your so called siblings knew that you existed except Luther and he was sworn to secrecy. Not like he payed attention to you anyway. You weren’t even allowed to watch movies or listen to modern music. Just whatever records Luther had, and the Walkman you found up in the attic. But secretly, at night when you crept into the attic, you can see into the apartment across from you. Their large tv playing movies and you were able to watch. Playing classics like Dirty Dancing and Grease, action, and scary movies that scarred you for life. But it was your escape. You couldn’t hear the words but you made them up. A little world all to yourself, your little secret. You yearned for that moment when you could leave. Leave behind strict schedules and brutal training. Leave behind empty halls and loneliness. But you knew it wasn’t coming soon.

Not over your fathers dead body.

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Your father is dead.

You didn’t realize it at first, having been extremely exhausted for some reason. You went to bed early saying good night to everyone and promptly passing out. But you know that your father was fine. Healthy even, as you could sense it with your powers. So when you woke up and reached out, sensing your family as you always did, you knew something was wrong. You couldn’t feel your father. Not how you used to. It felt like...like the dead bodies he used to force you to heal.

You leapt out of bed and dashed to his room, heart racing as you passed a humming Grace. You burst into the room, seeing him collapsed against the bed, limp and eyes closed.

“Nononono father?! Father can you hear me?!” You say rushing to his side. You feel for a pulse but find nothing, noticing his cold skin. You start CPR, like he trained you to do.

“ Father?! Father please!” You start to cry, tears running down your face as you race to save him. But deep down you knew...you couldn’t heal a dead body.

“ MOM” you scream desperately, starting to use your powers, “ POGO”

You start to get light head, your basically pouring your energy into this dead body. Your powers kickstart the healing process, accelerating it 10 times it’s usual rate allowing for quick healing. But if the bodies dead...it can’t heal itself and you basically just heal superficial wounds but not bring them back.

“Father...” you start to slur, you’re running out of energy and he still hasn’t woken up. “Father you have to wake up...don’t leave me...”

Your world starts spinning as you fight to stay awake. Desperate to save the man you consider as your father. But you collapse. The world fading in and out as you see two silhouettes hover over you.

“ oh y/n...” a voice softly says. You feel someone touch your head and you succumb to the darkness. Feeling helpless as you realize one thing.

Reginald Hargreeves is dead.

That night, around the country seven siblings find out that their father has died. And make plans to come home.

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You were unconscious for the whole day.

You woke up letting yesterday’s events wash over you. You cry. Not for the man, cause let’s face it he’s an asshole, but because of what he represented. He was part of your family. Your world that only consisted of three.

And you couldn’t save him.

And let’s face it, he was your father. He kind of raised you for seventeen years. You had to care about him.

After calming down, you reach out. You try to feel for Pogo or Grace, but you can sense the presence of two people you’ve never met. So you force yourself out of bed, and creep down the hallway. Your room right closer to Reginalds as it was the only room left. So you snuck into the main room, seeing your mother staring into space.

“Momma?” You whisper, catching Graces attention.

“ Oh Y/n dear, you woke up.” Grace says with a smile standing and stroking your face, “ Darling, your in your night clothes, you know the rules.”

Your eyes water as you throw yourself in her arms. Feeling like a child.

“ I..I tried momma..I really did”

You feel her arms wrap around you, “ Do you want breakfast, you haven’t eaten in 12 hours and 15 minutes.”

You were confused. Why was she acting like nothing has happened?

“Momma I-“ “Mom?”

A male voice cuts you off. You freeze, not knowing who the voice belongs to. His presence unfamiliar.

“Diego, welcome home are you hungry?” Grace says, “I was just going to make breakfast for Y/n” she squeezed you gently before letting you go to turn to Diego.

You hide behind her, like a child. Peaking over her shoulder to get a glimpse at the man. He was average height, Hispanic most likely, wearing all black with a harness and some knives. He had short hair and a scar on the side of his face. He looked at you then Grace in disbelief or shock. You can feel that he was healthy, just a bit sore.

“Um mom who’s that?” He asks gesturing to you.

“Oh I suppose you haven’t met yet. Diego, this is..well why don’t you introduce yourself.” She says to you. Your eyes widen and shake your head.

“Come on dear, just like we practiced. Go on.” Grace nudges you in front of her. Setting a comforting hand on your back.

“ hello...my names y/n Hargreeves. It’s lovely to meet you.” You say softly, and then you give a shy smile.

“Hargreeves?” Diego asks, shocked, “ I don’t understand...how?”

“ Y/n is just like you and your siblings.” Pogo chimes in, startling the three of you.

“ She came to us 17 years ago, just as the six of you left. Your father kept her secret as he did many things. She has remarkable abilities just as you and your siblings. ”

Diego looks at you, sizing you up and taking you in. “Why didn’t we know about this?” He asks Pogo.

“ Your father had his reasons. He believed she wasn’t ready to see the outside world. She has been here her whole life.”

Diego scoffs, “ What? It wasn’t enough that he ruin our lives, he had to start again?”

He looks at you, “ Welcome to the family, kid.”

Then he walks off. You look at Grace and Pogo

“ Did..did I do something wrong?” You ask.

“ Oh no, Diego is just...on edge. You did great.” Grace says cupping your cheek.

“ I am glad that you are alright Y/n. It’s good to see you up and about.” Pogo says with a comforting smile.

“ thank you..” you say, “ there’s another person here..a woman.”

“Yes, well I think it is time you meet your sister. Come along.” Pogo says, leading you to the kitchen.

Oh boy...

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comradelup · 3 years

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There’s a connection to make here. There are dots to connect and Magnus can’t draw the line. It’s frustrating and scary and it hurts his head to think about.

It plagues him most at night. When he can’t sleep and goes on midnight jogs, his mind is at its clearest and inevitably drifts back to that fucking statue of himself. What does it all mean?

Flopping back into bed after a particularly angry run, he stares at the ceiling. Would the other two know about it? The Director knows a lot about the relics and this world’s mysteries— hell, she’s a mystery. Maybe she would know something. …It's at times like these when he misses Julia; she’s always been a different kind of thinker than him. She sees what he doesn’t and vice versa. She’d definitely be better at thinking this puzzle through.

Focusing on her instead, he drifts back to sleep. If it’s while hugging a pillow, he’ll never tell.

…And then he’s in a room. A common area of sorts, on an L-shaped couch. It’s familiar, but he can’t place how. The same applies to his companion, sitting on the other end of the couch.

It’s the red robe. Or, a red robe. Magnus can’t explain it, but this one feels different.

“…Oh,” this one says, voice more feminine and smooth than the other’s deep rasps. “I didn’t expect you, of all people.”

“Huh?” is all Magnus can say.

She sort of chuckles a bit. “Sorry, it’s just— I didn’t know how this spell would go. But it’s nice to see you, Magnus.”

“…Huh?”

She laughs. “Okay, fair. This must be confusing, I get it. Take your time.” She waves her skeletal hands in a calming gesture before she leans back against the couch, her head— obscured by her hood— leaning back to look up at the ceiling.

Magnus takes his time, then. He feels dizzy; a less intense but all encompassing version of the headache he gets when he thinks about the mystery in Refuge too much. He just sits there with his eyes closed until the pain fades. The spectre is patient and silent across from him.

“Okay, um…” He opens his eyes and looks at her again. She looks back. “What were you saying?”

“Nothing, really,” she says with a casual shrug. “Just sorta thinking aloud. I may look chill but trust me dude: this is new for me too. Let’s just go with it.”

“Oh… kay.”

“So what’s up with you?” She leans forward, elbows on her knees and her obstructed face in her hands. “Let’s catch up.”

“I’ve been mainly worried about that thing in Refuge. Were you in Refuge? I know the other Red Robe was. I dunno if you guys keep each other updated or hang out or anything. Do you even know him?”

She laughs again, rueful and bittersweet. “‘Do I know him?’ he asks. Yes, Mags, I know him very well. And I promise you, you can trust him. You have to trust him, actually.”

“…And not The Director? ‘Cause she says not to trust you.”

She’s quiet for a moment, hood unreadable as ever. “Trust her too. They’re both looking out for you. But if it comes to one or the other, trust my boy.”

“…Okay.”

“But enough of that, it’s depressing. How’re your boys? Our boys? Taako and Merle.”

Magnus makes a face at that: a cross between amused and confused. Amfused. “They’re fine. The Director is working our asses off for this next mission so we’re pretty tired, but it’s all good.”

She nods, suddenly looking a little more somber. She sits up and folds her hands in her lap. “That’s good. Just… look out for each other, okay? I do the best I can but my abilities are pretty limited, and my boy can’t always be there. I know you like rushing in to protect everyone, but Taako ‘nd Merle can take care of themselves. And when we all work together, we can do more than that. We need to work together soon.”

“What do you mean by that? Why are you telling me this?”

She takes a beat to think over her answer. Then she stands, starting to cross the room to kneel in front of his seat. Taking his hands in hers, she says, “Everything will make sense eventually. I promise.”

Dead things are supposed to be still and cold. Her hands are warm, brimming with a magical energy that creates as much heat as living bodies do. That warmth extends as she pulls him into a hug that he reciprocates as if he’s hugged her a million times before.

“One way or another, I’ll see you on the other side, bud. I love you.”

And Magnus wakes up. When he tries to remember the dream, he feels a warmth and a reassurance that comforts him. But all he can see is static.

#behold: a concept that’s lived in my head rent free for fucking ever #why do i never post my good ideas smh #taz #taz balance #taz fic #balance #magnus #lup #txt #writing #magnus and lup are an underrated friendship imo #flame sword buddies!! same hat!!#ALSO we don’t talk enough about magnus’ struggles post refuse?? someone help this poor confused man #*refuge

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bitchin’ || pt. 10 (FINAL)

The 80s were a time of choices. Which perm was right for you? What color neon would you wear next? None of these choices, however, were more questionable than a certain deal you made with Jeon Jungkook.

pairing: fratboy!jungkook x reader

word count: 5.1k

genre: 1980s au, eventual smut, e2l

warnings: angst

A/N: This fic was inspired by To All The Boys I’ve Loved Before. Thank you to @junqkook for letting me use her likeness! Thank you all for sticking with this story and these characters <3

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PART TEN (FINAL)

Jungkook wasn't looking for you when he finally found you that day on campus. He had just come from the student services building, leaving the meeting with his counselor feeling somewhat content. He had officially changed his major to digital communications and multimedia. He never would have done it if it weren’t for you making him feel like he could, of course.

It had a full week since break had ended, and he felt like he was in hell, knowing you were somewhere nearby on campus, but not knowing whether or not you’d want to see him yet. If ever.

He had just finished buying his lunch and was heading to find a table to sit outside when he finally saw you.

You looked just as lovely as he remembered you, your hair braided prettily with your torso bundled up tight in your oversized jacket. You always hated the cold weather, he remembered.

You weren’t by yourself, though, Yara and Taehyung sat with you, laughing amongst themselves. The three of you together looked so normal that before he could stop himself; he found himself walking over to your table, his heart in his throat.

“Hey, guys.”

All conversation came to a halt, the three students turning to face the cautious frat boy, looking familiar yet different all the same.

Jungkook’s words sung awkwardly in the air for a moment as Yara and Taehyung exchanged a quick look. You didn’t need to see Jungkook to know the words had come from him. You recognized the soft timbre of his voice immediately, your eyes locking down on the denim material of your jeans.

Fuck.

For a moment, Jungkook worried that his greeting might go by ignored altogether. The idea made him feel sick, that he had lost the three most important people to him within three weeks.

Taehyung broke away from Yara’s stare, thankfully flashing a genuine smile at him, “Sup, JK. Long time no see. How was your break?”

You let yourself steal a glance at Jungkook as Taehyung sat up and offered him a hug, which he returned gratefully.

You were surprised. His hair was no longer shaggy and long like you remembered it. Instead, it had been freshly cut, looking healthy and neatly styled for the first time since you met Jungkook.

But despite his clean look, there was something off about him. Something that made you feel guilty.

“It was fine.” Jungkook responded halfheartedly, eyes flickering over to you experimentally. You were the whole reason he had come over after all. His stomach sank as he found your eyes jerking away from him, directing your attention to anywhere but him.

“Take a seat, man.” Taehyung invited, ignored the deadly glare being drilled into the side of his face by your best friend.

Jungkook contemplated for a moment, but nodded, joining the table hesitantly.

“Hey, Yara.” He began politely, blatantly aware of the way the girl in question was looking at him as if he were the gum on her shoe that she had stepped in.

“Jockstrap.” The petite girl acknowledged him dryly.

You could feel his attention shift over to you.

God, please don’t.

“Y/N.” His voice was soft and apologetic, and you wanted to scream. You’d be lying if you hadn’t been toying with the idea of possibly meeting up with him once back in school, but as he sat across from you; looking at you as if you were the only person in this room, you felt yourself begin to panic.

Yara could feel the way you had tensed beside her, every alarm in her protective best friend system going off. She turned to you immediately.

“So, Y/N, you never finished your story. How was Erik?” She began casually as if the two of you had been discussing this topic before Jungkook arrived.

“Um...” You blinked, confused at the sudden change of conversation by your scheming best friend.

“Was it weird to catch up with him after all this time?” She continued, words loud and clear as her lips wrapping around the straw of her drink.

“Oh, um...” you caught on, mind racing as you caught Jungkook’s eyes widening at Yara’s words from the corner of your eye.

You knew exactly what your best friend was trying to do. She knew how Jungkook felt about your ex and was using that against him. Two weeks ago, you would’ve gladly rubbed Erik in Jungkook’s face, but after weeks of contemplation, you just felt crummy.

“Erik as in… you ex-fiancé Erik?” You heard Jungkook speak up finally, not even bothering to hide the disbelief in his tone.

And then, you made the mistake of meeting his eyes. All the nerve you could have possibly called upon at that moment dissipating the moment you saw the disquiet confusion in his eyes.

“I, um…”

He didn’t have to say a word. You knew exactly how he felt, his face said it all.

“...have to go.” You finished weakly, chair dragging against the tile floor as you stood up abruptly.

Jungkook was the next up on his feet, “Y/N.”

Any effort he had planned on going after you was halted by an angry-looking Yara, who was throwing her bag over her shoulder as she hurried after you.

“Back off, shit head.” She scowled as she jogged off, leaving Jungkook feeling terrible, sinking back into his seat with a defeated breath.

Taehyung couldn’t help but stare at his best friend with pity. And as much as he wanted to offer some words of comfort, he had none, caught in between friends.

“Fries?” He finally spoke up, a sheepish smile on his handsome face.

Jungkook turned to face his brother slowly, eyes falling on the tray of the potato treat on the table before reaching for one, offering Taehyung a grateful smile that didn’t seem to reach his eyes.

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Jungkook had no idea what he was doing. In fact, standing in front of the dorm door of two girls who he knew most definitely hated him had him feeling like a real tool.

Of course, Jungkook wanted everything to go back to the way it was, with you and him still spending every second together and with Yara as your abrasive, but supportive cheerleader. But he had given up on the idea after the first 15 unanswered phone calls. He had given up on you ever returning his feelings, and that wasn’t why he was here.

As he rapped his knuckles against the door, he knew that he had come to apologize. You were owed at least that much. If you listened, he would tell you how sorry he was and just how much he would take it all back if he could. How he didn’t want to keep bothering you, but couldn’t leave you alone until you got the apology you deserved.

All courage seeped out of him, however, the second he was met with a tiny stature and auburn hair, the scarier of the dorm’s residents answering the door. Meaning he had seconds to get his point across before Yara shut the door in his face.

“I know you don’t want to talk to me right now—”

To his surprise, however, the scary girl walked out into the hall to face him, shutting the dorm door behind her.

Jungkook took a step back as a precaution, knowing better than to piss off an already angry Yara.

“Oh no, I’ve got loads to say to you, actually." Yara said once she was sure the door was closed, her voice low and hard. "Like how you’re a jerk. A tool. A coward. Not to mention a total scumbag–”

Jungkook nodded, interrupting her without thinking, "I know, and I–"

"Oh, I'm not done!” She huffed, and the meathead fell quiet. “A fool. A buffoon. A pathetic excuse for a man. A lecherous ape. A salacious, prurient degenerate!"

Jungkook flinched at Yara’s words. And what colorful words they were too. She was making good use of that English degree, he supposed.

A few silent, tense moments ticked by, neither of them saying a word.

"Anything else?" Jungkook offered, rubbing at the back of his neck nervously. Yara glared at him, arms crossed over her chest defensively.

"...Bedswerver."

He blinked, "Is that even a word?"

"I dunno, I read it in Shakespeare's Winter's Tale the other day. Just felt right, not gonna lie." She shrugged passively.

"Well... I guess I deserved that."

"You think?" She scoffed, clearly still heated. “You’ve been fooling around with Y/N all this time like it’s nothing, and at the first chance, you fuck your ex… only to sleep with Y/N again immediately after! Do you realize what a fucking douche move that is? To both Y/N and Kiri?”

Jungkook could feel his cheeks turning red, very much feeling like a child getting reprimanded by their parent. A child who was undoubtedly in the wrong.

“You're right. I fucked up. Majorly. And I know we can't ever go back to the way we were, that's not why I’m here. I hurt her. She deserves so much – far more than I could ever give her – but at least this... at least I can give her the apology she deserves."

Yara pressed her lips together, letting out a huff if agreement, “I'm surprised your itty bitty, underdeveloped, primitive ant-brain could figure that much out."

Jungkook frowned. She really was laying on the insults thick, wasn’t she?

“Ok, fine, sorry, I'm done now.” She sighed, arms coming back to her sides.

Of course, she was pissed. This entire situation was so entirely frustrating. From the moment those two had shook hands, it was evident that their relationship was heading down a path that neither of them was ready for.

Staring down the dark-haired boy, Yara wondered if this all could have been avoided if these two boneheads were just honest with one another from the beginning. But no, instead, feelings went left unsaid, and her best friend got dirty dicked in the process.

Relationships – even fake ones – were way too much drama for Yara.

Jungkook had remained quiet for now, allowing the door keeper to stare him down, trying to decipher his sincerity in his intentions. She let out a hum.

“You have 15 minutes.”

Jungkook felt his shoulders relax.

“She’s in the living room. I’ll be standing out here the entire time, and if I hear you as so much as raise your voice even a single decibel, I will rip off your dick.”

Of course Yara was going to let Jungkook in; she knew there was a lot still needed to be said between the two of them, and Y/N deserved a chance to speak her mind as well. Besides, Y/N had been rambling all week about reaching out to Jungkook herself. It was the closure both of them needed, and she wasn’t bitter enough to deny him that opportunity. She was just currently enjoying the way he squirmed under her stare.

“Thank you, Yara.”

“I'm serious. You will be penis-less. You'll go crying to the doctors to try and reattach it, but it'll be all in vain as I'll have ripped it to shreds by the time you reach them, way past the point of reconstruction. Do you understand?" She deadpanned.

Jungkook swallowed, head nodding rapidly, "I understand.”

Letting out a sigh, Yara stepped aside, clearing the path to the door.

“Don't fuck this up, jockstrap." She warned, an unexpected softness in her tone.

Holding her stare for a moment, he sent her one final grateful nod, reaching out and pushing the door open.

Entering the dorm, there was a weird sense of melancholy to the space. What once was a place where he spent most of his time, now just felt like an unfamiliar dorm– one in which he wasn’t particularly welcomed.

"Y/N?”

You weren’t propped up on the couch like he had expected you to be. In fact, as Jungkook scanned the space, he realized you weren’t in the common area at all.

Were you in your room? He wasn’t exactly sure how comfortable he felt walking into your room without your permission, given the current circumstances.

Whatever inner debate he was having, however, stopped off quickly as he took note of the light coming from within the shot door of the bathroom. And most notably, the shadow of two feet from underneath the door.

You had panicked.

Naturally, at the sound of Jungkook’s voice, you scurried over to press your ear to the door, hung on his and Yara’s every word. When you heard that he was coming in, you were sent scrambling for a place to hide. The bathroom was merely the best you could do with such a short time frame.

You cursed internally as his footsteps neared your way, stopping once he had reached the locked door.

"I know you're in there."

You tutted, “So? Am I not allowed to use the bathroom in my own dorm?"

"You aren't using the bathroom." His voice called out from the other side of the door.

"Yes, I am."

"No, you're not. You’re pee shy and there is no way you'd be using the restroom with me in the room."

You grimaced. In all the time you had spent with Jungkook, you had timed all your bathroom activities skillfully so that there was no chance he could hear you. This bathroom habit wasn’t only with him. Even Yara had to be tucked away in her room for you to pee comfortably. It was an odd, insignificant quirk of yours and frankly, a stupid thing for him to remember.

“Please… can we talk?”

“Just leave me alone, Jungkook.” You leaned your back into the door, voice void of emotion.

“I can't. Not with how we left things.” He placed a hand against the door, wishing it was your face he was holding instead. “You’re my best friend, Y/N.”

Bitterly, you thought back when Jungkook had called Kiri his best friend the night the two of you first slept together. One way or another, it always seemed to come back to her.

God, did it piss you off.

Angry now, you pushed yourself off the door, turning to face it as you imagining it was Jungkook's stupid face your eyes were burrowing into.

“You said Kiri came over asking for you back, yet you still came over and slept with me the next day. Even though the two of you had sex the night before. Do you understand how that makes me feel?”

“I’m—”

“Like garbage!" You emphasized, the white paint of the door somehow irritating you further. "I felt like I was something you threw away and picked back up whenever you felt like getting your dick wet.”

Your chest was rising and falling rapidly, and you tried your hardest to not let your emotions get the best of you.

“Not to mention to everyone else, it looks like you cheated on me. Which makes me look like a fucking idiot." You scoffed.

Jungkook said nothing in reply, which somehow made it easier to say all you should have said that day in your room.

“It just sucks to realize that someone you once cared about sees you as nothing more than a toy. It fucking sucks.”

Your words were small now, clearly hurt, and it made Jungkook’s heart sink.

“Fuck, Y/N, you’re right, you’re totally right. It was fucked upand gross and disrespectful, and I'm so fucking sorry I did that to you. I’m so sorry I hurt you like that. Y/N, you’re not just a toy to me. You’re more. You are so much fucking more.”

“...Why did you sleep with her?” You muttered pathetically, selfishly wanting to know.

Jungkook pressed his lips together. He had been asking himself that very question every day since he did it.

"I just... I thought it was what I wanted. It was what I was supposed to want.” His eyebrows furrowed. "The entire time, I kept telling myself... This is it. I got what I wanted. Y/N was right. We're both gonna be happy now. But that’s not what happened. And that scared me."

God, how he wished he could see you right now.

"I didn't come over the next day to sleep with you. I just saw you... that was not... my head went blank and– ah, fuck, I practiced what I was gonna say on the way here. What am I even saying right now?" Jungkook groaned out to himself suddenly, hands entangling themselves in his hair.

How was he supposed to tell you that the second you opened that door that morning, all logical thinking stopped, and all he could think about was the fact how much he had missed you last night and how badly he needed to feel your lips again to forget hers. How he lost himself in the way you felt and tasted wasn't strong enough to stop himself.

In fact, he had nearly forgotten all about his terrible mistake when you suddenly brought up spending Christmas together, realization sinking over him. Of course, he wanted to spend it together, but there was no way he could lie to you for any longer. No way he could meet your parents after what he had done.

There was no sugarcoating it. He really was pathetic. And there is no easy way to tell you that.

"Why are you here? Honestly, Jungkook, what do you want from me?" Your words rang out suddenly, taking Jungkook by surprise.

What did he want from you?

What didn't he want from you? He wanted all of you. He wanted to tell you that you were the only thing he thought about all winter break. How you could take his heart and do whatever you deemed fit with it. That you had him wrapped around your finger, and there wasn't a damn thing he could do about it.

But none of that mattered now.

"I know we can never go back to how we were before. What we had is ruined and that's because of me. I just wanted to apologize for ever making you feel like all I ever wanted was sex from you. I'm so fucking sorry."

You had your hands buried in your palms, wishing this wasn’t all so hard. That you had just broken the contract off the second you realized you had real feelings for him.

"The night at the roller rink, you told me that if I love something and it inspires me then I should go after it, right?”

Lifting your head from your hands, you frowned at Jungkook’s words.

Your roller skating date? God, that felt like ages ago...

“Yeah. So?”

“S-So, um–" Jungkook stuttered, ears turning red as he contemplated his next words, "so, for me... you're that something. And I couldn't just let you go with at least letting you know how sorry I was. Fuck, that was so lame, sorry, I probably sound like such a wastoid right now."

You wanted to cry, not because you weren’t happy but because you were so tired of hating Jungkook and pretending like you didn't just want to run back to him. You had spent the last three weeks rejecting his calls yet wondering all the same what he was doing. Your heart and mind were in constant paradox, torn between wanting him back and wanting him to know just how much he had hurt you.

Your mind ultimately won the battle, of course, but as Jungkook stood just a few inches of drywood apart pouring his heart out, it was hard to say which major organ was responsible for your next words.

The creak of the door being pushed open sent Jungkook's eyes wide, revealing your hesitant form. You had your arms crossed over your chest as if to guard the contents inside of it.

You looked like an angel underneath the bathroom's blue fluorescent lights, beautiful and lovely, a stark contrast from your next crushing sentence.

“I slept with Erik.”

You weren’t expecting the news to go over well with him, but what you weren’t expecting was the way Jungkook’s face fell entirely slack as if he had just witnessed his world fall in front of him.

You weren’t exactly proud of what you had done. You and Erik had gone out for dinner, admittedly enjoying each other’s company and catching up on all the years you spent apart. You didn’t have plans on sleeping with Erik when you first called him up. Honestly, it was Jungkook’s name being continuously brought up during the car ride home that spurred on the impulsive decision to kiss Erik, just to get him to shut up really. But more than that, you knew precisely where kissing him would lead.

As always, Erik was predictable, and he fed into your request without question, and you felt terrible about it. It was a mistake at worst and a distraction at best.

Hardly even a distraction, as Jungkook was inescapable. He was in the back of your mind the entire time, looking at you with sad doe eyes that you were trying your hardest to ignore.

Even as you slipped back on your shirt when the deed was done, code brown starting to set in as the reality of what you had done hit you, you couldn’t escape him, as Erik wished you well and that he hoped things between the frat boy and you worked out.

Needless to say, you spent the rest of you break absolutely miserable — hating yourself using Erik in the same way Jungkook had used you.

The sound of Jungkook swallowing dryly brought you back from your thoughts. “Did you… I mean, are you two back together?”

He placed a hand into the front of his jean’s pocket as you contemplated your next words.

He continued on, “If… if he makes you happy..."

A gross feeling washed over you, watching as the boy you loved tried to hide the way his breath was trembling. You bit down on your bottom lip.

“When Erik and I…” you paused as you watched Jungkook’s expression fall further, “I was expecting it to be all intense and emotional. Because I once loved him.”

You frowned, the memory still somewhat fresh, “But I wasn’t. It felt foreign and detached and—”

“Wrong.” Jungkook finished for you, a melancholic shine in his eyes. You nodded.

“I didn’t understand at first. I have been having casual sex with you for all this time, but it felt nothing like that.”

“I know exactly what you mean.” He breathed.

You turned away from him a moment, trying to grab hold of your wit before you could once again flee from the scene, leaving your meathead ex fake boyfriend in your dust.

"I'm not saying what you did was justifiable, because it's not, but... I guess I'm not exactly in any position to not forgive you. Because I used Erik to forget about you. And it felt horrible."

"What are you saying?" Jungkook didn’t know what to make of what your cautious words.

Turning back towards him, you held his stare with certainty.

"I'm saying that... I forgive you."

A sharp breath came tumbling out of the boy’s mouth, eyes growing wide as he tried to make sense of how he had ever earned your forgiveness after what he had done to you.

He took a step towards you instinctively, only to be stopped as you held out a hand to halt him.

“I need you to understand something.” Your arms tightened around yourself, growing shaky. “I don’t need you. I had a life before you, and I know I'll have one after you.”

Jungkook nodded at you, despite how much it hurt him. He understood. You had given him forgiveness; he wasn’t owed anything more.

All you had to do was say the word, and he’d be out of your hair forever. He’d do anything you’d ask him to, despite the way every part of him was screaming for you.

“I don’t need you… but I don’t think I want a life without you.” You finished shyly.

Your eyes were locked with his when suddenly a small noise escaped him, eyes pulling away from yours as his head moved to attempt to hide the way his eyes had grown wet.

At the sight of a tear rolling down the side of his face, you were by his side, hands gripping his jacket worriedly.

"Wha– Why are you crying?!" You panicked, never having dealt with a crying meathead before. This was uncharted territory.

"Fuck, I'm sorry. I just..." your heart lurched at his broken tone, watching as he wiped at his cheeks with the back of his hands. "Didn't think I'd ever see you again after this. I missed you so much. I'm so fucking sorry for hurting you."

“I missed you, too.” You cooed softly, tugging at his jacket so that he’d face you again.

And suddenly, the sound of paper hitting the floor rang out, the two of you pulling back to look at what had come tumbling out of Jungkook’s pocket.

“What’s that?” You asked innocently, not seeing the way his cheeks had gone pink.

“N-Nothing.” He was quick to reach for it, cursing lowly as you beat him to it, taking the crumpled up paper in your hands.

He watched miserably as you pried it back open, scanning through the paper in confusion.

“Jungkook… What is this?” You muttered.

Jungkook’s face was positively burning, time moving slowly as he realized what was about to happen.

“I, um, wrote it one night when I couldn’t sleep... I forgot I put it in this jacket. I meant to throw it away.”

Your face held an expression of uncertainty, as if unsure how to proceed. It was undoubtedly addressed to you, an affectionate “Nerd” up on the top.

So you opened the paper further, flatting it out with your hands as you began to read.

“Do you mean what you wrote?” You finally spoke, voice wavering.

Jungkook wished he could disappear into the floor right now. Never in this wildest dreams did he imagine a scenario where you would find out about his feelings for you through a sappy love note he had written when he was moping around late one night.

“Yeah, I do.” He told you honestly, your heart skipping several beats.

In that case, it was time you were honest as well.

“You're right when you say things can't go back to the way things were.” You began, cheeks warm. “Not because you ruined it but because I'm not putting myself through that again. I'm sick of half-assing shit and tired of lying to you and to myself. I know what I want, and it's you… not because I have something to prove, not because I want to make Kiri jealous but because of the sole reason that you make me happy." Your strong facade began to crumble as insecurity began to suddenly sink in. “But if you don’t want that, if you don’t want something real... then nevermind, I guess.”

And all at once, Jungkook realized that all this time it hadn’t been just him.

Two arms made their way around you, and suddenly, you were engulfed in warmth, Jungkook’s close proximity pulling a wave of emotions out of you.

“I love you, nerd. I don't why it took me so long to realize that, but I know without a doubt that you are it for me. Nothing could change the way I feel about you.”

And finally, you let out a cry, breaking down all the walls you had built up to keep Jungkook from perceiving you as weak. Because maybe you were. Maybe you were weak for this boy, but as you buried your wet face into his chest, you no longer cared, the weight of everything you had felt these past three weeks crushing down on you.

“I’m sorry. I’m so, so sorry.” Jungkook cooed softly, chin coming up to rest upon your head.

"I love you, too." Was your weepy reply.

Jungkook’s eyes fluttered shut, tears rolling down his cheeks as he pressed a kiss into your head, wanting nothing more than to stay like this with you forever.

"Are you two dorks done crying?" Yara’s voice rang out suddenly, causing both of you to jump apart.

"Yara, you creep! Privacy, dude! Ever try knocking?" You sniffed, wiping at your face hurriedly.

How long had she been standing there?

"What? Like you were peeing with Jungkook in the bathroom? Please." She waved you off, walking back into the living room to give you two some privacy. She did say Jungkook had 15 minutes before she’d have to come back in after all. "Anyway, Tae will be over in 10 minutes for the Saved By The Bell marathon that’s on so you guys are more than welcomed to join." She called out from her newly seated position on the couch.

"Sure, whatever..." You huffed back, flashing Jungkook an exasperated look. So much for that special moment.

Jungkook didn’t seem too bothered though, the fullest, most boyish grin on his lips, taking in the puffy-eyed girl in front of him that he could now with full confidence call his.

And that girl couldn’t help but smile back at him just as stupidly because for once, there was nothing fake about your boyfriend.

"How is it that a piece of paper is the start of both our real and fake relationship?" He mused suddenly, hands reaching to take yours. You hummed, taking in the way your fingers intertwined.

“Funnily enough, we broke, like, every rule of our contract." You quirked up a brow.

“You know…” Jungkook began, flashing you a mischievous look, “it states very clearly on the bottom that the contract will be terminated upon completion. We can’t terminate the contract if we never completed it.”

“What are you saying? We keep the contract going?” You laughed.

“I’m saying that you are contractually stuck with me.”

“That contract is in desperate need of some amendments.” You rolled your eyes.

“Yeah? And what did you have in mind?” His hands found your waist, pulling you into him.

“Rule number one has gotta go. The one kiss policy just won’t slide with me.”

Jungkook let out a laugh, his palm finding your cheek, eyes locked on your lips. You were preening for his kiss, mouth parting slightly as you anticipated it.

“Partners?”

The question took you by surprise, eyes widening at your not so pretend lover.

Idiot.

“Partners.” You smiled softly, eyes shiny and brimming with tears as he kissed you for what must have been the millionth time, but still somehow felt like the first.

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And just like that, bitchin’ is over :’( thank u all for ur support, seriously I was not expecting this kind of response (consistent too!) to this story and I'm so beyond grateful and I hope you all know I never take your engagement for granted. thank you for letting me share my stories <3

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amuhav · 3 years

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“Hey, kiddo.” Victoria spun around with a grin. “Hey, bro. All good?” she asked, glancing over to their parents stood in quiet conversation. “I, uh...” He paused, watching them for a moment. He didn’t feel quite the same level of resentment anymore, but it was still there. One conversation couldn’t fix everything, couldn’t take away years of bitterness, but it was a start, at least. “Um, yeah. Good. All good.” “Good. Maurice not joining us?” “He’s working.” “Ah, shame. I like him.” “Really?” he asked, brows shooting up. “Yeah. He’s cool and funny. And he really likes you.” Rupert flushed. “I dunno about that...” “He does. Trust me, I can tell.” She smiled wide at him and gave him a nudge. “And you really like him.” “I suppose I do,” he said with an awkward smile. “You are going to stay with him, aren’t you?” “You don’t want me to come home?” “I would, normally. I miss you. But I want you happy more. And I think he makes you happy.” He dropped his eyes, his face growing even warmer. “Since when did you become so shy?” Victoria gently shoved him with a laugh. “Jeez, he must be special.” “Okay, okay, let’s just get going, huh?” he said with a fake scowl, dropping an arm around her shoulder to lead her onwards. “You’ve gotten real cheeky in the last two years, y’know?” “I’ve been saving it all up whilst you were gone.” Rupert chuckled, pausing as he looked back, noticing just how close they were to the entrance. “...There is no way you only got this far in all the time you’ve been here. Not with the speed you take things in... What you really been up to?” “You caught me,” Victoria confirmed with a giggle. “Facetiming a friend.” “Ah. And this ‘friend’ wouldn’t happen to be a boy, huh?” Victoria rolled her eyes. “Firstly, brother, how heteronormative of you to think that would be relevant—” “Hah!” “—and secondly, yes, it is a boy. And he’s just a friend.” “Aha—” “And thirdly, if you intend to pursue this line of teasing, remember that I will outwit you, and I have actually met your ‘boyfriend’.” Rupert pouted. “...Y’know what, I don’t think I like this grown-up you. She’s scary.” “Or you’ve just gone soft.” Victoria pushed him gently, and he laughed once more.

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#ts3 #Karaish Legacy #Rupert Ragsdale #Victoria Ragsdale #James Ragsdale #Helena Ragsdale #sorry we're starting with just one post for today #I was gonna cut this #but that lil bit from Rue about his parents felt important #and I couldn't really fit it anywhere else #cos going back to Maury's pov #fr my fav thing about having done the famchallenge #is that I added a bunch of editing skills and techniques to my repertoire

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heyhey! for the plant asks could you write clover, daisy, and honeysuckle for mahiru and celeste

geez, i dunno why this took me forever to write, but it was still fun nonetheless ! celestia's under the cut after mahiru (honeysuckle for her got pretty long bc im a simp </3) :)

MAHIRU KOIZUMI

🌻 clover ;; what type of gifts do they like to get their s/o ?

this is probably a pretty common thing everyone would agree on, but she'd give you polaroids and show you pictures she took of you either previously or currently !

this strawberry shortcake lookalike would make scrap albums and give it to you as a gift on your birthday and/or anniversary.

she'd even make a collage of all the pictures she's taken on your dates or even just your domestic lifestyle together to relive the nostalgia and peacefulness of those moments.

regardless, photos are strewn and hung up everywhere, whether that be clipped against fairy lights on your wall, on your desk in an actual picture frame, hung up in a collage, pinned on the fridge, or simply displayed in an album on a bookshelf - there's always at least one picture showcased of you two <3

however, just because she's the ultimate photographer, doesn't mean all she gives you is photos !

she travels a lot because, well, people would like her to hire her to take pictures with how clean and clear her shots are, so she explores lots of places pretty often - even if she doesn't talk about it much.

on those trips, she'll pick up souvenirs or items that you've requested or remind her of you, and she'll present it to you first thing when she gets back. she'll be all excited to show you and warmly smile before getting just as red as her hair when you thank her.

🌻 daisy ;; what is their love language, both giving and receiving ?

in all honesty, i think she switches between all five love languages pretty often. if i had to rank it from most commonly expressed to least, though, it'd have to be words of affirmation, acts of service, gift giving/quality time (in a tie), and physical touch.

she doesn't mind her partner's love language at all - as long as they're also somewhat keen with words of affirmation.

i don't think she's too picky with physical touch. she enjoys it, yes, but more so privately. and even then, it's not something she really needs in a relationship, so she wouldn't constantly ask her partner for physical touch unless they're clingy.

though, she does love to hold hands with her s/o a lot <3

🌻 honeysuckle ;; if their s/o was hurt, what would they do ?

mama bear mode activated.

but like, no, literally, she has a big temper and will get really overprotective of you - especially if someone else caused intentionally wanted to harm you and was the cause of your injury.

she wouldn't hesitate to snap at their ass and get all up in their face. she'd roast the fuck out of them and honestly probably leave them a sobbing mess, ngl - at least, internally HRKEJEJ

especially if it was a guy, she'd show no mercy ... "what the hell is wrong with you, picking on my s/o ?! you sure have some balls doing so, but when i'm through with you, you sure as hell won't !"

yeah ... thanks, mahiru <3 /gen /lh

regardless if you're left bedridden or not, she'd be at your every beck and call. she'd be so soft with you and would get so cuddly.

you want her to hold you and distract you from the pain ? she's on it, stroking your hair as she whispers sweet nothings to you. you just want to hear her voice ? she'll talk about the history behind your favorite photos she's taken. you're freezing cold ? she's already asking you how many blankets you want while tucking you in, a heating pad heating up right then and there all for you.

she can be a bit of a worrywart though, so as much as she reassures you that you're going to be okay, she also needs some reassurance from you too - especially if your condition begins to deteriorate. being positive all the time can be pretty hard and exhausting :(

CELESTIA LUDENBURG

🌻 clover ;; what type of gifts do they like to get their s/o?

celestia doesn't gives gifts often, but when she does, it's mostly expensive items. she loves to spoil you - after all, you're the only one who deserves to rule beside her in her eyes.

when she's away at a gambling tournament, if her opponent has something that reminds her of you, she'll find a way to get it from them whether that be by making them bet on it or intimidating them.

she may be dainty, but when it comes to you or gambling, she won't hesitate to stoop to the lowest levels. anywho, she'll come home all smug but mask it with her elegant facade.

"ah, darling, it's nice to see you after such an exhilarating day. here, i picked this up for you while i was away. it reminded me of you quite a lot/i remember you saying you adored this item. where and how did i get this ... ? hmm ... are you sure you'd like to know, my love ?"

she'd prepare some tea for you two and set down her cup after drinking with a smirk, proudly telling you how she made someone go bankrupt again LMAO DJSKDJ

she's may be a menace to society and peoples' wallets, but we still love her all the same </3

🌻 daisy ;; what is their love language, both giving and receiving ?

giving, celestia's love languages are quality time, words of affirmation, gift giving, and acts of service (occasionally and surprisingly) in that order.

recieving she doesn't mind any, but acts of service and words of affirmation are very appreciated by her and don't go unnoticed.

she'll praise and thank you but state that you aren't a servant for her with acts of service, but instead an equal. after all, being her s/o means that she actually grew to respect you enough to take a liking to you.

she appreciates you being so kind to do things for her, really - she likes to be treated like a princess - but being in a relationship with her would mostly be a longterm relationship. she'll actually open up to you, so she doesn't want you to think she's only using you. privately, she has no problem doing things for you.

🌻 honeysuckle ;; if their s/o was hurt, what would they do ?

oh, boy. you thought mahiru was scary ? everyone's gonna piss themselves when celestia gets word that you hurt yourself. especially if someone else hurt you.

"WHAT ?! what the hell do you mean s/o got hurt ?! WELL ?! what are you blubbering idiots doing standing around gawking at them for ?! either do something to be useful or move out of my way so i can do something, you cantankerous plebeians !"

she'd snap at anyone and everyone who dares to defy her or hesitates for even a second to do something until you're finally safe and healthy.

internally, she's panicking and the only way she knows how to express her desperation for you to survive is to snap orders at everyone to help out or do something.

she's just really scared since she's never cared for someone so much in her life. she loves and trusts you enough to be herself around you.

to show you her true personality, to show you her true looks, to tell you and let you call her her real name, to let down her fake accent with you - she just learned to open up to you in general.

she'd help you with everything and anything you need after you're finally resting and in good hands. you'd catch a rare sight of celestia being domestic.

as you stumble into the kitchen to find out what that good smell is early in the morning, you'd catch celestia wearing a cute little dark and lacy vintage apron without her wig/extensions or makeup, swaying her hips happily as she cooks breakfast for you two and quietly sings along to some good classics.

her playlist is honestly random, so one minute she could be humming or singing along to songs like sudno by molchat doma, jealous by eyedress, verbatim, hayloft, or oh ana by mother mother, and the next she'd be spitting raps so fast that even eminem can't keep up with her.

she'd finally notice you while she's catching her breath after rapping, a blush visibly painting her milky white skin.

"aha - um - dear, i didn't notice you were up already ... did you hurt yourself on your way over here ?"

she'd completely change the subject LMAO DJSKJD

but even so, the best medicine you got that morning was celestia's singing in her normal voice as she allowed you to backhug her while she finished cooking breakfast for you two <3

danganronpa masterlist.

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levis-little-nuggie · 3 years

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What the Ever-loving FUCK Happened in Chapter 16??!?!!

A synopsis/transcript of the events that transpired between the end of Lesson 15 and 16.

15-17: Time Loop 1

Barb shows us to his room and goes over the mission, telling us how to return back to the “present” after finding out about the door

15-20: no title

Open to Mammon’s room, all the brothers are in there bc they’re trying to get Lucifer and MC together, like a horror/scary thing to set the mood; the purpose to get Lucifer and MC alone together to open up; MC’s portal opens up and plops them in Mammon’s room with all the brothers; Lucifer and MC are in Levi’s room to play the game. We leave Mammon's room and immediately have to hide

16-1: Time Loop 2

Lucifer and MC are coming out of Levi's room and we're forced to hide in Lilith’s hidden room.

16-6: Time Loop 3

MC finds themselves standing face-to-face with Belphie, the attic door is open, and he starts hugging MC.

16-10: no title

Belphie kills us, then we’re speaking to a voice (Lilith's soul had been trapped, “I knew I picked the right person, I’ve been waiting for so long, you see. I’ve been waiting for you to come find me...after my death I remembered who I was, ever since becoming a soul, I’ve been watching over them, and in that time, I’ve forgotten how to get to the Celestial Realm.”)

16-12: The Reunion

Brothers are standing over MC’s corpse and Belphie is out of the attic. There's a flashback of Barb telling us to find out how/who opened the attic door and not to be seen by anyone; however the brothers see us and the body Mammon is holding disappears; MC talks about Lilith having lived happily as a human.

16-15: no title

“I tell everyone the story as I heard it from Lucifer;” Diavolo comes in and informs MC they’re Lilith’s descendent. All the brothers start hugging MC and Diavolo asks: “Do you want to hug MC too, Belphegor?”

16-17: The Truth Revealed

Belphie tells us it’s his fault he couldn’t protect Lilith but Lucifer says it was his fault. The screen goes black and we're left with the assumption Lucifer lays out everything we already know based on what he revealed earlier in lesson 11 and in MC's flashbacks of Lucifer swearing loyalty to Diavolo.

16-19: no title

Barb is making and serving tea to the brothers, everyone’s in a good mood.

Lesson 17 starts with everyone acting awkward now with Belphie out of the attic and MC is now tasked with mending his relationships with all the brothers.

But wait, aren't we missing something?

You're right. We are.

16-A: Stuck Waiting

Levi: *sigh*

Asmo: Ugh, Levi, how many times have you sighed now?

Levi: I dunno, maybe 10 or so?

Satan: No it’s been 30 times at least

Asmo: Yes but what about you, Satan? How many cups of tea have you had, hmm? You know, if that stomach of yours gets all bloated from tea, i’m going to find you much less appealing

Satan: I couldn’t care less whether you find me appealing or not, Asmo. Also, instead of criticizing me, how about you say something to mammon here

Mammon: *mumble* … man this sucks so much … *grumble*

Asmo: Mammon, do you think maybe you could stop pacing around the room grumbling to yourself?

Levi: yeah, it’s super annoying

Mammon: Shaddup! How can I sit still at a time like this, huh? I mean MC went to the PAST!... Alone! Lke, MC may seem like someone who’s really got it together and stuff, but there’s a real boneheaded streak there that pops up at the weirdest times! Boneheaded, weak, and super reckless. Oh, and too damn gutsy! You never know when Marcie’s gonna take some sorta crazy risk! And like, that makes me wanna be there just in case. Like I GOTTA be there, or who knows what’ll happen?

Levi: Mmhm, sure, MC is SOOO special to you… What, are we supposed to be impressed or something?

Asmo: ooh I know exactly what you mean! It’s like you can’t help but what to lie down together on a bed or a sofa and do all sorts of naughty things-

Satan: You’d better not do that Asmo

Asmo: excuse me? Could that be jealousy I hear, Satan? Relax. I won’t deny that MC is cute, but still, I think you’re pretty cute too Satan, so no need to worry

Levi: Yeah, MC really IS totally cute, don’t you think? And sort of … hard not to like… *grumbles*

Asmo: wait a minute… Levi, am I hearing what I think i’m hearing

Satan: You’ve only ever been interested in yout anime characters. Levi, has something changed?

Mammon: Whoa, is it just me or does that totally sound like a sign that Armageddon’s about to hit?

Levi: hey come on! Stop looking at me like that! Um...um...Asmo! You should go to the past and check to see how things are going!

Asmo: excuse me/ I know you’re just trying to change the subject, but don’t be ridiculous! I mean, you know that’s impossible. The doors into the past are inside Barbatos’s room, you realize?

Levi: Sure, but can’t you use your powers to charm Barbatos or something?

Asmo: ugh… no thank you! I mean, we’re really talking about Barbatos. If my powers did work on him, who knows what he might do to me once he ends up charmed? He might kill me, and i’m too young for that.

Mammon: pff, what’re ya, chicken?

Asmo: okay them why don’t you go seduce him, Mammon?

Mammon: Me? Um...really? … … Oh no no no no! No way that’s happening!

Asmo: but you really considered it for a second there, didn’t you? You considered seducing Barbatos!

Mammon: N-no, I didn’t! I mean, if it were MC, that’d be another story…!

Levi: You don’t need to remind us that you’ve got it bad for MC, Mammon. Keep it to yourself.

Satan: Well, powers of seduction don’t work on MVC to begin with, so you couldn’t do it even if you wanted to. Come to think of it...why are we all so hung up on MC anyways? It’s hard to believe that a simple human could have this kind of effect on us.

Asmo: hmm…I guess MC is just special, you know?

Mammon: ...yeah right. Special, that’s it!

Asmo: Still, let’s be honest. When it comes down to it, out of all of us, I’m the only one Marcie has eyes for!

Mammon: ...huh? What’re you talkin’ about?

Asmo: well it’s only natural, right? I mean, show me a human who doesn’t find me absolutely irresistible

Levi: ...well i’ll have you know that MC said that i was a true friend

Mammon: You’re all dumb as stumps! Have you all forgotten? I was MC’s first, after all, so clearly I’M the one deservin’ of all the love!

Satan: *blushing profusely*...

Asmo; mammon, don’t be intentionally misleading! You ‘ve got satan here thinking that you actually WERE MC’s first. Satan, what Mammon really means is that he was the first one to make a pact, okay?

Satan:...pff, like i care

Levi: if you don’t care, then why do you look so relieved? We can all see it on your face, Satan

Mammon: oh MC…! MC! Come back to us dammit! And soon!

Levi: Wait a minute! Where’d Beel go?

Asmo: Beel? Um, he was right there a second ago.

Satan: Maybe he went to find Belphie?

16-C: no title

Beel: ...Belphie? Are you in there?

Lucifer: Shh, quiet

Beel: …! Lucifer!

Lucifer: he seems to be asleep

Beel: …

Lucifer: Beel, there’s something I need to talk to you about

Beel: What?

Lucifer: When belphie disappeared, you were the one who it hurt the most

Beel:…

Lucifer: I shouldnt’ have lied and told you he was up in the human world. It was wrong of me. Also, i knew how hard it was for you, but i couldn’t bring myself to talk to you about it… i’m sorry

Beel: Forget it. It’s fine. Belphie’s back now, so it’s fine.

Lucifer: Beel…

B: but to make up for it, Lucifer… from now on, i want you to trust the rest of us more. Look to us for help and support when you need it. Not just me. I mean all of us - including Belphie

Lucifer: But what if that still isn’t enough, even with all of us working together? What then?

Beel: that’s easy. At times like that...you can call on MC to help, of course. Isn’t that right?

L: Yeah. That’s right.

Beel: I sure hope MC comes back soon.

Lucifer: Yeah. And by the time that happens, Belphie will probably have woken up, too.

That's right. There exists a dimension where they don't get their MC back. The MC from that dimension has replaced the MC that Belphie killed.

Diavolo and Barb sent MC back in time to figure out who or how the attic door opened. MC had been acting under the notion that they needed the power equivalent of having pacts with all 7 brothers to open the door yet, even in the time loop it's still not clear. One moment we're hiding in Lilith's secret room and the next, we're standing in front of Belphie and the door is open.

#obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me chapter 16 #obey me ch16 #om chapter 16 #obey me belphegor #obey me belphie

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kurt-nightcrawler · 4 years

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Flower

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐧 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐭𝐨𝐧 𝐈𝐈𝐈 𝐱 𝐌𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐍𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞! 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

Request: Aww I loved the one shot with mother nature and Warren! I loved how her eyes turned pink, when she saw Warren! I'd like to know more about them. Could you give us a little fluffy glimpse into their relationship? Thank you, my dear! You're amazing! 💕

Warnings: language, brief nudity, mention of vaping, and underage drinking (everyone is 18+ unless stated otherwise)

Word count: 4.1k

A/N: I haven’t written anything in awhile but I’m trying to get back into things! Also I know this isn’t a glimpse into their relationship but I’m going to write some cute fluffy date one shots for them

Warren’s heart was pounding as he watched her from across the room. She was all he could think about, the class had no interest for him at the moment. He wanted to spend every second of his day with her, basking in her aura, living through every cliche they checked off together—

“Warren?”

“Huh?” He lost his train of thought and looked up at the teacher.

“What’s so important you’re not focusing on the board?”

“Oh, uh, nothing. Nothing, sorry.” A few kids snickered, and the teacher told them to stop, before continuing with the lecture.

“Now, does anyone know when the Cold War ended?”

Warren kept his head down and quickly scribbled down notes.

(Y/N) raised her hand and was called on. “1991.”

Warren glanced at her again, reality sinking in for him…

Warren and (Y/N) were not dating. They were just friends.

Sure, they’d kissed twice and held hands once, but so did most middle schoolers in their first relationship.

Warren sighed and wrote down key facts about the fall of the Berlin wall.

Her eyes never faltered from their bright and soft pink hue when around him though— which meant she still liked him, despite what his mind told him at two in the morning.

Scott and Jubilee told him he just needed to “ask her out.”

Easier said than done.

He didn’t want to just “ask her out”. He wanted to know her favorite color, the handful of youtube videos she would listen to for background noise while doing homework or tending to plants, her favorite comfort meal— Warren wanted more than the usual comfort he had with their friends, sitting in the group, not saying much, zoning out often. (Y/N) trusted him and saw the good in him. Warren wanted to prove her right— that he was more than his past mistakes and scars.

He needed to spend more time with her, like when they finished their history paper and ate grilled cheese and played never have I ever.

He wanted more of that, but he had no idea how to ask for it.

—

“Are you sure you don’t want to come with us?” Scott asked for the millionth time.

“I have no interest in a house party,” Warren responded dryly. “I don’t like parties, and I’m trying to quit drinking.”

“But you hardly ever go out with us!” Kurt complained.

“I won’t have fun. I have no reason to go.”

Scott sighed, ready to leave Warren be until someone came into the room.

“Oh my gosh, Scott, Warren, hi!” She greeted them, clearly not expecting to run into them.

“Kurt, Jubilee wanted to borrow your Thriller jacket. Not for tonight, but tomorrow, and I told her I’d tell you if I saw you…”

“Oh! Yeah, that’s fine. I’ll just give it to her now.” Kurt walked over to his closet.

“So… Warren…” (Y/N) fidgeted with her hands.

He immediately perked up, “Yeah?”

“Are you— um, I don’t know if someone already said— but are you going to the party tonight?”

“Are you?” He was sure she could hear his heart beating in his chest like a drum solo in an 80s hair band song.

“Yeah! I almost always go to parties.”

“Oh…” Maybe he would have fun if he went out for once in his life. “Yeah, I’m going.”

“That’s great!” (Y/N) was a little too enthusiastic and tried to hide her excitement with her words. “Um, we could maybe hang out then?”

“Yeah, yeah, uh, sounds good.”

“Great! I’ll see you later…” Warren nodded and hummed in reply. Kurt was long gone, having gone to Jubilee’s room to give her his red jacket.

(Y/N) bid Scott goodbye and left.

“I can’t believe it…” Scott was utterly dumbfounded. All (Y/N) had to do was mutter a few words and just like that— Warren was going to the party. Warren never went to house parties with the group.

“You never go to house parties.”

“First time for everything… Now get out, I wanna shower before we leave.”

“Fine, fine.” Scott raised his hands in defense. “I’m leaving.”

Soon as the door shut, Warren ran to the bathroom to shower.

He began to run shampoo through his hair and lather. Then he moved onto conditioning his ends, letting it sit for a while as he washed his body with soap and an exfoliator.

Warren rinsed out the conditioner, and hopped out of the shower, scrunching the ends of his hair with a towel. He left them semi-damp and quickly washed his face, brushed his teeth, and put on deodorant.

He didn’t bother to wrap a towel around his waist as he went to his closet to pick out something to wear.

“Jeans and a t-shirt?” Warren held a David Bowie tee in his hands, before throwing it on his bed. “What was that thing Jubilee said?... Accessorize?... Do I own accessories?”

Warren opened his desk drawer to try and see if he even owned any.

He had a few old chains and some silver rings.

“These should work… but is a t-shirt too plain? Should I do better? Would a black turtleneck look nicer?”

Warren put his clothes and accessories on and looked in the mirror. “Yeah, yeah this looks good.”

Warren dug in his closet a bit more, looking for something specific.

Cologne. “Is this too much? I never wear this.” He grabbed his phone and googled “where to apply cologne”.

He rolled up his sleeves and starting applying a little to his wrists, forearms, and neck. “That should be good.” Warren looked at his reflection in the mirror, running a hand through his hair before heading downstairs to meet up with his friends.

—

“She just bat her eyes and suddenly Warren decided to go to the party,” Scott explained to his girlfriend and her roommate as they got ready for the party.

“Well, he likes her, Scott.” Jean pointed out.

“I’m just shocked—”

“We could get her to get him to do anything…” Jubilee thought out loud.

“Yeah, but (Y/N)’s too nice. She wouldn’t want to abuse the power she has over him, and she’s probably unaware of it anyway.”

“Do we have enough room in the car?” Jubilee asked as she applied mascara.

“Kurt said he and Ororo were going to teleport and get there a bit earlier than the rest of us,” Scott said face looking down at his phone.

Jubilee rolled her eyes.

“I think Noah’s going,” Jean offered up as she slipped her socks on.

“I might get him to play seven minutes in heaven with me.”

Scott squinted his eyes. “Noah Fence? He smells like mango-flavored vape.”

“He doesn’t actually vape— his sister does and her car broke so he’s been driving her to swim practice and stuff.”

“Still, it’s gross.”

Jubilee glared at him through the mirror, “You’re gross.”

Jean shut down the argument before it could escalate, “Are you guys ready to go?”

“Yeah.”

“Yep.”

“Good, let’s go.”

—

Warren ran into (Y/N) as he was heading to the garage.

“Hey,” He greeted her.

“Oh, hi! You look nice...” Her eyes were pink as she looked at him. A constant reminder of the feelings looming over them.

“Oh— oh. Uh, thanks.” Warren’s face was slightly flushed from the compliment.

“You smell nice too… Not that you don’t smell nice all the time!” Her eyes went fully purple in embarrassment. “Or that you’re gross— you just smell really nice tonight— um, I’m just going to stop talking. Uh, sorry.”

“No, you’re fine. Um, thank you.” Warren bit his lip and fidgeted with his hands as he and (Y/N) waited for the others to get to the garage.

(Y/N) awkwardly nodded and was silent, refusing to meet his eyes.

Oh god… Warren thought to himself. She probably thinks I look scary… I should have just worn a hoodie and called it a day… She’s not going to want to be around me all night and then I’ll—

As the rest of the group entered the garage Jean interrupted his train of thought to explain (Y/N)’s demeanor.

“She’s flustered, Bird Brain… She thinks you look hot.”

“Oh… What?”

Jean rolled her eyes and called out “Shotgun!” So she could sit next to Scott on the ride there.

“I’m not sitting in the middle,” Jubilee said as she opened the car door.

“Fine,” (Y/N) sighed. “I’ll sit in the middle… Warren, do you want the left or right side?”

“I don’t care.” Warren was nervous to sit next to (Y/N). He knew it would be perfect for them to make small talk, but Warren had no idea what to talk about.

Jubilee sat on (Y/N)’s right, so Warren had to sit on the left.

“Can I have the aux cord?” Jubilee asked.

“No,” Scott said, waiting for everyone to put on seatbelts before pulling out of Xaiver’s large garage. “You had it last time, and all you did was play songs from Phinneas and Ferb.”

“Yeah, because they’re major bops!”

“Who’s Phinneas and Ferb?” Warren whispered to (Y/N).

She gasped, “You’ve never seen Phinneas and Ferb?”

Warren shook his head, “No?”

“What?” Scott asked. “It’s a classic— you know Perry the Platipus and Dr. Doofensmurzt.”

“Uh…” Warren was extremely confused.

“Oh my god! We need to have a Phinneas and Ferb marathon! Me, you,” (Y/N) Poked Warren’s arm. “Pizza, some breadsticks— we could do it next weekend.”

“Sure. I’m not busy.” If Warren knew not watching some kid show about a platypus growing up would lead to him spending more time with (Y/N), possibly alone, he would have said something sooner.

“Were you one of those kids who only watched PBS? Jean asked.

“The channel with all those British dramas?”

“No no, PBS kids— Arthur, Martha Speaks, Cyberchase, those shows?”

“Never heard of them,” Warren awkwardly admitted.

“What’d you watch as a kid then?”

“Um, a lot of old black and white movies… Psycho, M, Frankenstein, Vampyr… My mom really liked them, and we had a bunch so…” Warren shrugged.

“Wait you watched those as a kid?” Jubilee asked. “How old were you?”

“Like eight? I dunno. That’s just what I grew up with.”

“Hey, so uh, I just googled whatever M is. And uh— what the fuck?” Saying (Y/N) was shocked would be an understatement.

“Are you okay? Do you want to talk about it? Like, do you need a hug? I’m very worried for you. Maybe we should go home and watch like kids cartoons or something—”

Warren couldn’t understand why she was so upset, but he knew she was extremely bothered. (Y/N) rarely swore.

“It’s a good movie to teach kids about stranger danger,” Warren explained what his parents told him.

“It’s about a man murdering children!”

“(Y/N), almost all kids watch a scary movie or two—” Scott misread the situation. “Alex let me watch The Exorcist when I was 10.”

“Scary?” Warren asked Scott. “I didn’t—”

“What do you know! We are finally here!” Jean cut off Warren, glaring at Scott.

“Let’s go find Ororo and Kurt— I think Sarah Byer was bringing white claws.”

Warren was a little unsure about the party once he stepped out of the car. He’d worked hard to stay sober for a few months and he didn’t want to break his streak.

But (Y/N) grabbed his hand as they walked toward the sound of Travis Scott playing through speakers, and he decided to devote his night to her completely.

After all, she was the only reason he eve agreed to come.

“Ever been to a house party before?” (Y/N) asked.

“No, but I went to clubs in Germany. It’s the same right?”

“Yeah, I’d think so. Except no one is 21, and there’s chanting depending on if the host’s school won their weekend football game or not.”

Warren smiled at (Y/N)’s joke. “The drinking age in Germany is 16. I wasn’t even carded when I went to places.” (Y/N) snickered as she fixed herself a drink.

“That’s Smirnoff, can you handle that?” Warren was concerned, to say the least. He’d never seen (Y/N) drink, or even drunk.

But you know what they say, “First time for everything.”

“I’m not going to have it without a chaser! Look, I know I don’t really drink, but I deserve this. I had a very hard week— one of the new students set my painting for class on fire, and now I have to start over and it’s worth 30% of my grade. I’m going to let loose a little.”

Warren sighed, “Just don’t chug it. Speaking from experience.”

“Thanks, Birdie.”

Warren’s insides felt fuzzy at the sound of the nickname but blamed it on the loud environment.

(Y/N) took a few sips before grabbing Warren’s hand again and dragging him into another room of the house. “Come on! There are some kids from Bayville I want to introduce you too.”

—

(Y/N) found a mixed group of Xavier and Bayville students and had her and Warren join the conversation.

“Guys, this is Warren,” (Y/N) introduced him to the group.

A few hellos and names were given out for Warren and he just smiled and waved.

“(Y/N) you look different, like not bad, but like different—” A girl with a split dye said.

“I’ve got more flowers in my hair.”

“It might be the lighting, but your eyes look different…”

“Oh, uh, yeah…” (Y/N) took a large sip from her cup and avoided the other girl’s gaze as her eyes went from pink to purple. “New color, haha.”

Warren was blushing, thinking it was his fault she was so embarrassed.

The girl with the split dye looked at him and then it clicked in her mind, “Oh… Oh…! Cute, cute.”

“Shut up!” (Y/N) joking told her. “We’re just friends…”

Warren tried to hide his nervousness with a half-assed chuckle, “Yep.”

“Whatever, I’m going to look for Kurt.”

The girl walked off and several people from the group had wandered away as well.

(Y/N) took another large sip of her drink. “Um, do you like, want to see what like Jubilee is doing or something? We don’t just have to stand around…” Her head started to feel heavy, but she ignored the feeling.

“Sure. Lead the way.” (Y/N) smiled and interlaced her fingers with his, dragging him into the main room.

Jubilee was in the den with a few other kids playing truth or dare.

“Hey, guys, can we join?”

“Hey! (Y/N)! Sure, but I want an orange.”

She giggled and sat down on the ground, Warren copying her movement. (Y/N) held her hand out for a moment, focusing on the orange growing in the palm of her hand.

“Is a cutie good? All I can do right now,” She huffed.

“Yeah, that’s good.” She handed the mini orange over and officially joined the game.

“Jubilee,” Some guy with glasses and a sports team t-shirt said. “I dare you to kiss Noah!”

“Pfft… Easy.” Noah was sitting to her left, so all Jubilee had to do was turn to face him, grab his shirt, and pull him into her, smashing her lips against his drunkenly and aggressively.

The group let out drunken cheers and someone even wolf-whistled.

Warren considered getting a drink, for he was way too sober for all of this. But he remembered (Y/N) had been drinking. A lot. What if something happened to her? What if she blacked out? What if she threw up? Warren didn’t want to risk it just so some silly house party could be more bearable for him.

“I said kiss him not swallow his face!”

“You didn’t specify.” Jubilee shot back. “My turn!... (Y/N), truth, or dare.”

Someone booed. “She only picks truth.”

(Y/N) swallowed more of the liquid in her cup before answering. “Nu-uh! Jube, I pick dare.”

“I dare you to take your bra off for the rest of the night!”

Warren’s eyes widened a little as she reached behind her back under her top to unclasp her bra.

“Wooo!” A few people cheered.

“Take your top off too.” One of the guys joked. Warren shot him a dirty look and the guy got very quiet and looked away.

My scary looks actually came in handy.

(Y/N) and Warren played for a few more rounds, but by then the game was getting kind of boring for (Y/N) and she wanted to do something else.

“Ooo! Warren they’re playing a really good song, come on!” She dragged him out of the den and to the main room.

He didn’t recognize the song, but it wasn’t bad. (Y/N) quickly chugged everything left in her cup and handed it along with her bra to Warren. “Can you hold these? Please…?”

Warren couldn’t say no, even if he wanted to.

(Y/N) started drunkenly dancing along to the beat, having the time of her life. Warren moved a little bit with her, a bit more aware of his surroundings and socially awkward.

“Loosen up!” She giggled.

“I’m sober.”

“Doesn’t mean you can’t have fun! C’mere—” She took his arms and guided them to wrap around her waist, forcing him to keep up with her drunken swaying. She guided his hands down to her ass, despite having her bra and empty cup in one of them.

“Woah!” Warren quickly moved his hands away from her ass.

(Y/N)’s eyes turned grey and purple. “Sorry… I thought you’d like that…”

“Maybe when you haven’t had two cups full of vodka.”

“They weren’t full. There was lemonade and some mint leaves in there.”

Warren nodded, going with what she was saying, “Uh-huh.”

“I’m serious! You— you saw me! What— Whatever… Let’s keep dancing.”

Warren obliged and they danced together for a few more songs. Mostly just (Y/N) waving her hands around and Warren making sure she didn’t trip— but dancing nonetheless.

“Hey, I’m—” (Y/N)’s hand flew to her mouth and she stood still for a moment.

“Hey, hey—” Warren put his hand on her back. “Do you need to go to the bathroom?”

“No, no, I’m fine! I’m fine…” She tried to drunkenly reassure him.

“Maybe we should go home. It’s late and I don’t want you to get sick.”

“Aww… Birdie…”

“I’m going to text the group chat to let them know we’re leaving. We can get an uber or something.”

Warren

(Y/N) almost puked I’m taking her back to the mansion.

Jubilee

Get that plussy!, you sexi Draco Malfoy type

Jean

No offense is going home too! He lives near Xaiver’s ask for a ride

Jean

*Noah Fence

Warren took (Y/N) outside and saw Noah on the front porch. “Hey, Noah.”

“Hey! Warren, right?” Warren nodded.

“Hi, Noahhhhhh…” (Y/N) slurred out. “Jubilee thinks you’re really cute…”

Noah chuckled, “I know, we kissed during truth or dare. Remember?”

(Y/N) squinted her eyes, deep in thought. “You did?”

“Uh-huh...” He met Warren’s gaze, “You guys need a ride?”

“Yeah, Jean said you lived near Xavier’s?”

Noah nodded, “Yeah, yeah. I live in the neighborhood over.”

Warren opened the passenger door for (Y/N) and helped her step in the car.

“You can sit in the front if you want, more space.” Noah offered.

“I’m okay. Thanks though.”

“Okay.” Noah turned his car on, the radio automatically playing. He quickly turned it off before backing out of his parking spot and heading onto the road of the neighborhood.

(Y/N) was starting to fall asleep on the ride home. Her eyes slowly closing, and her head falling to the side, resting on Warren’s shoulder. He wrapped an arm around her to make it more comfortable.

The tension between the two boys made the car ride a bit awkward.

“So… uh, Jubilee said this was your first house party with (Y/N).”

“Yep.”

“Are you guys like dating or…?”

“Um…” No was technically the right answer, but it didn’t feel right. (Y/N) and Warren had kissed, twice. And her eyes were still pink around him no matter what. She liked him and he liked her.

Warren really needed to grow a pair and just say “Screw best friends to lovers” or whatever he used as an excuse as to why he put off asking her out.

“It’s complicated…” He told Noah.

“Ah… I see…”

“Yeah, I don’t know—”

“No, I get it. I get it. Jubilee and I never really put labels on whatever we are, and like, I’m cool with it. But it gets weird sometimes. I dunno…”

Warren awkwardly chuckled, “Yeah… Relationships are… complicated.”

Noah pulled into the front through the gates, stopping his car to let Warren and (Y/N) out.

“(Y/N)...” Warren gently nudged her awake.

“Hmmm… What?”

“We’re home. You gotta wake up.”

“Aw…”

Warren opened the car and helped her out. “Thanks for the ride, Noah.”

“Yeah, no problem! See you guys later.”

“See ya.”

Noah drove away as Warren and (Y/N) went through Xavier’s garage to enter the mansion.

“Where—Where’s my bra?” (Y/N) cupped her breasts in confusion as they walked up the stairs to the dorm floor.

“You took it off and gave it to me.”

“Oh…” (Y/N) looked at the bra warren had hanging from his forearm. “You can keep it…”

“I don’t— I don’t have boobs.”

“Oh…” Her face fell.

“Ah!” A light went off in her mind. “You have pecs though.”

Warren blushed, “Yeah, but, you need this more than me.”

(Y/N) sighed as she opened the door to her room. “Fine… set it on the desk.” She kicked her shoes off.

“Want to grab your toothbrush?” He asked.

“I’m tired…”

“I know, but you’ll thank me later if you at least brush your teeth.”

“Fine.” She grabbed her toothbrush and toothpaste out of a bag.

“We can use my bathroom. That way I’ll stop you from falling asleep at the sink.”

“Lead the way, Birdie.” Warren obliged, and led her out of her room towards his. (Y/N) quietly linked her pinkie with his. Toothbrush in her other hand.

Warren’s heart fluttered inside his ribcage.

He quietly opened the door and turned the light on. (Y/N) followed him inside.

They both went into the bathroom, (Y/N) standing in front of the sink, and Warren sitting on the closed toilet like it was a chair.

She stood there, looking in the mirror for a moment.

“You good?” Warren asked, thinking she zoned out.

“Yeah…” (Y/N) nodded. “My eyes are really pretty… I like the pink...” She looked at Warren and grinned.

“You’re so drunk.” He teased.

“I am.” (Y/N) turned the water on and wet her toothbrush, then put the toothpaste on, before bringing it up to her mouth.

She didn’t do a great job at brushing her teeth, her hands tired and she kept laughing at nothing, but she still brushed them nonetheless.

(Y/N) rinsed her toothbrush off when finished. She yawned, and Warren stood up.

“Need me to carry you?” He offered.

“Oh…” Her eyes turned purple. “I’m too big…”

Warren shrugged, “I can lift like five-hundred pounds, you’ll be like a flower in my arms.”

She looked at him, tired and eyes wide, “Okay.”

Warren scooped her up in his arms, bridal style, and carried her back to her room. (Y/N) buried her face into his chest, enjoying the moment in a haze.

Warren left the light off and set (Y/N) on her bed.

(Y/N) took her pants off, throwing them on the floor along with her top.

Warren’s eyes widened— he looked into her eyes— avoiding glancing down and overstepping boundaries.

“Why do you keep starring at my face?” She asked as she plugged her phone in.

“Uh, you don’t, um… I don’t— you’re naked.”

“Oh! I’m naked!” (Y/N) quickly got under her covers and drew them up to her neck.

Warren chuckled lightly at her antics, “Yeah. You are.”

(Y/N) yawned and shifted in her bed, getting comfortable.

“Do you have water and pain killers?”

“Uh-huh… my bag.” She mumbled.

“Take those in the morning, okay?”

“Mhmm…” She hummed.

“Okay…” Warren patted her head. “Goodnight, Flower.”

“Goodnight…”

Once Warren had left, (Y/N) felt like she melted into mush under her blanket.

He called me Flower… and he pet my head… I think I’m in love with him…

She quickly fell asleep after that, with the moment playing on loop in her tired mind.

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Masters of the Scene, Chapter 6 (Bitney Parent Trap AU) - Veronica

A/N: Thank you so much @tumble4rpdr for your outstanding beta help. Also a note that while this story is still basically PG13, there are some references to sex here.

Reminder: When scenes are from Adore and Danny’s POV, their “correct” names and pronouns will be used. But when they’re from Courtney and Bianca’s, it will be the “wrong” names and pronouns because they think they’re with the other child.

Click here for prequels and previous chapters, or here if you’d rather read on AO3.

Chapter Summary: Adore and Danny try to figure out their mother’s romantic history—and how it all went wrong.

***

“I love watching you eat,” Bianca commented as Adore practically inhaled her tuna melt and egg cream.

She paused for a brief second, mouth full, before shrugging and continuing to stuff her face with fries.

Bianca chuckled, taking a small bite of her pickle and pushing the fries closer to Adore.

“I guess you missed good old New York deli while you were in the woods eating bug juice and mystery meat, huh?”

“So much,” Adore said, nodding, then added, “this is so good.”

“I’m glad,” Bianca said with a grin.

Adore took another huge bite, then sat there thoughtfully for a few minutes while she chewed and swallowed, washing everything down with another sip of egg cream. She rested a chin on her hand, brow furrowed slightly, as if something was bothering her.

“What’re you thinking about?” Bianca asked her, finding her foot under the table and kicking her steel-toed Doc gently.

“Well...if you really want to know-”

“I asked, didn’t I?” Bianca cut in.

“I was thinking about Fame,” admitted Adore.

“Oh?” This was new.

“Yeah, um…do you love her?” Adore folded her hands in her lap, uncharacteristically demure.

“Uh...yeah. I do. I wouldn’t have let her meet you if I didn’t.”

After a slow nod, Adore bit her lip and asked, “As much as you loved Mu-uh, Courtney?”

Bianca cocked her head. Adore hadn’t ever asked her these kinds of questions before, hadn’t ever seemed the least bit curious about any relationship, much less her ancient, messy divorce. She supposed it was obvious that she was getting serious with Fame, but why that suddenly made her compare their relationship to her failed marriage, she truly didn’t know. Maybe it was all the time she spent with Danny this summer. It actually made Bianca a bit happy to think that they’d possibly gotten closer, even if the current result of that was causing discomfort for her.

“Well. It’s different,” Bianca explained, trying to keep her voice steady as she said, “You know, every relationship is its own thing.”

Adore nodded wisely, as if she understood the complications of adult romantic relationships. She probably thought she did, from TV. That was a scary thought. After a beat, she asked, “How did you and Courtney meet, anyway?”

“Oh. Um…” The hard turn in the conversation caught Bianca off-guard. It seemed that she wasn’t that interested in Fame after all, but just wanted to ask about Courtney. Which made sense. Courtney was her other parent, after all. “Well...it was at a party. On a boat. For Willam’s birthday. You know Willam, right?”

As far as Bianca knew, he and Courtney were still good friends. Adore nodded, eyes big, waiting for her to continue.

“Right. So...yeah, um…actually, the first thing was that I heard her singing. Mind you, it probably wasn’t her best work, since it was a few hours into the party and we were all a little...well, we’d been drinking.”

Adore laughed at that, taking another sip of her egg cream, shining hazel eyes still urging Bianca on.

“But still...I dunno, she sounded real cute.” Bianca smiled to herself.

“What song was she singing?” Adore asked.

“Umm...I’m not sure. I know it was an ABBA song.”

“Alright,” Adore said, nodding approvingly.

“I didn’t really care about the song, I was just so enchanted by her. Then, Willam introduced us and we, uh...liked each other right away.” Understatement, Bianca couldn’t help thinking, remembering how she’d immediately gotten lost in Courtney’s eyes, how everyone and everything but her had faded into the background. “And started talking, and then...”

What should she actually reveal about that night? Certainly not the way talking had quickly turned into heated making out. Or how they’d then found a stateroom where Courtney had eaten her out with almost religious reverence, giving her several of the best orgasms of her life.

“...then?”

Shit. She’d been silent way too long. She shifted uncomfortably.

“Well, you know, there’s an old cliché about lesbians moving in together right away. And we kind of proved it right. I think it was less than a month.”

“Well, but you weren’t lesbians then. Or like, not exactly, right?”

“Right. No, that’s true...uh…” Bianca scratched her head. This was such a confusing minefield of a tale to recount to a kid. Besides worrying about giving her the PG version, she also had to make sure not to dead name or be insensitive to Courtney’s story. But she also didn’t want to lie, because the reality of their relationship was part of what had made it so special. “You know, I’ve gotta be honest, pussycat. I think I need a minute to think about the right way to explain all this.”

Adore laughed, nodding, and waved to the waiter nearby. “Take your time. I’ll get another egg cream.”

“Hope you’re paying.”

“Hey, Mum?” Adore asked, still snuggled comfortably in Courtney’s lap.

“Yes?”

“When you and Mama met...what was it like?”

“Um…” Courtney swallowed, shifting slightly. Adore could tell that she was uncomfortable, but she was also dying to know more about their whole relationship. She had been ever since Danny showed her all the pictures and videos. Danny didn’t actually know how often Adore had gone back to that iPad to look through the collection during their time at camp, studying each picture, befuddled by the glowing happiness she saw on their faces.

How could things have gone so wrong when there was so much obvious love between them? And more importantly, what would it take to make them that happy again? Adore couldn’t help that nagging wish that if they would just be in the same place, together, they might admit how much they still loved each other.

“Did you like her right away?” Adore pressed on, undeterred.

“Yeah, I...I liked her very much,” Courtney said, a soft and almost dreamy smile on her face. “But...well, the first time we met, it was wonderful. Very...intense. It was like we’d known each other for years but also, so new and exciting at the same time. I fell for her so hard, so fast. But it wasn’t until...I guess almost a year later, when I feel like we actually met for the first time.”

Adore’s brow furrowed. “Wait, but weren’t you married by then?”

Courtney let out a laugh, nodding. “Yes. Actually, it was our six month wedding anniversary. But we were both...kind of hiding from ourselves. And it was a point where I just couldn’t take it anymore, I felt like such a fraud.”

Adore took her hand, waiting with bated breath for her to continue.

“Maybe…” Bianca said slowly, “maybe it would make more sense to tell you about the night I met Courtney for the first time. As...as herself.”

“You mean, when she came out as trans?” Danny asked, taking another sip of his egg cream. The sugar was starting to make his fingers feel tingly. Or maybe that was just the excitement of finally hearing the true story about his mothers’ relationship.

“Exactly,” Bianca said. “She’d been really struggling, hiding everything deep inside. And so had I, in my own way, because I was pretty sure that I was gay. But both of us were afraid to say anything because...well. We didn’t want to lose each other.”

Danny nodded, feeling anxious for Mum, how lost and scared she must have felt back then. And also for Mama, who was probably so confused. Gay, but still in love with a person she thought was a man.

“She was the brave one. She told me first.”

Danny couldn’t help smiling at that.

“So that night, I laid it all out there,” Courtney said, letting out a deep sigh. “I told her that I was trans. And I remember just being utterly terrified. I had no idea how she’d react. This could mean I lose her. But I couldn’t lie anymore. Not to myself, not to her…”

“Was she cool about it?” Adore asked curiously. This was getting interesting. Maybe if Bianca reacted badly, even if she apologized later, it would have sown the seeds of discord that led to them splitting up.

“Well, at first, she laughed.”

“She laughed?!” Adore’s eyes bulged, horrified.

“Yes! Awful, right?” Courtney let out a slight chuckle. “And I was so confused, and hurt, and angry at that reaction, for like half a second, until she told me why...”

“She said that she was trans, and I said, ‘well, that’s good, ‘cause I’m a lesbian,’” Bianca proclaimed with a grin.

Danny let out a snort of laughter. He was pretty sure that Mama was paraphrasing for comedic effect, but it worked. He tried to imagine how confused his poor mum must have been when she heard that.

As he laughed, Bianca’s own grin deepend, her dimples becoming more pronounced.

“So then she explained. She was gay. And we stared at each other for such a long time, trying to figure out what it all meant. It’s like we’d put together a puzzle, but it made no sense, and then we realized we’d put it together upside down, and if we just…”

Courtney tilted her head, and Adore gave a bittersweet smile, wishing she could remember their upside-down puzzle of a relationship when it was still good.

“It seemed right. It seemed like it was all gonna work out great,” Bianca said. “And then the rest of the night...it was incredible. There was this restaurant, and we had the patio all to ourselves. Or...actually, maybe there were other people there, but I just didn’t notice them because I was too busy staring at her. She was so beautiful.”

Danny grinned, nodding, deeply enthralled by the picture she was painting.

“It felt magical, you know? Colored Chinese lanterns and fairy lights everywhere...like we were in a Disney movie or something...”

After a few seconds, Bianca looked down at her hands, and the warm, happy feeling in Danny’s chest faded as he watched the light drain out of her eyes.

“So that was the night we really met. As our true, authentic selves.”

“And so...it was a good reaction, then?” Adore let her head rest on Courtney’s shoulder, proud of both of her moms for their bravery, for letting love win. At least for a little while. “After that whole laugh thing?”

“Oh yeah. She was...perfect, actually. She made me feel safe and beautiful and free to be myself for the first time in my whole life…And when you’re your true self...wonderful things happen.” Courtney touched Adore’s cheek gently.

“So then…” Adore swallowed. “Why’d you break up? Was it because of us? Me and-me and Adore?”

“Of course not!” Courtney hugged her tighter. “You guys are the best thing that ever happened to us.”

“Then why?” she asked, voice small and faraway.

“Oh, honey...just because something is beautiful doesn’t mean it’s forever. Some things just...run their course. It doesn’t mean that it wasn’t real. Or that any of that love went away. But...”

Adore nodded. She supposed that Courtney was right. Things don’t last forever. But nonetheless, more than ever, she was determined to prove that their love hadn’t run its course. They still clearly harbored feelings for each other, and all they needed was to be in a place where they felt safe enough--and brave enough--to admit it.

***

“And I found pictures!” Adore said excitedly. “I’m sending them now!”

“Shh!”

It was well past midnight in LA and nearly 4 am in New York, which was pretty much the only time when they figured out they could safely chat with neither of their mothers overhearing. However, Danny was still paranoid that they’d get caught. Even though they’d left the city and were now in the Hamptons, in an old house where there was far more space between Adore’s room and Mama’s.

Adore shook her head, rolling her eyes slightly at her crazy brother and his jumpiness.

“I’m sorry…” she paused teasingly, then asked, “Do you...not want to see the pictures? Of the literal date that they had the night they both came out?”

“No, I wanna see. Just-”

“Are you suuure?”

“Yes! Please?” Danny begged.

Adore giggled, then said, “Sent.”

When they came through, Danny began scrolling, eyes wide. They’d been in the folders he gathered, but he’d never looked at them that closely, because he must not have realized the significance--he was more interested in pictures after he and Adore were born. But now, seeing them, he felt a rush of butterflies in his belly.

“Mum told me that the night she came out was their six-month wedding anniversary, so I just had to do a little math to figure it out.”

“This is exactly how Mama described it,” Danny said softly, looking at the images of the patio, the fairy lights, the colorful Chinese lanterns. The two of them cuddled up, glowingly happy. They looked so young and free--Courtney was even sitting in Bianca’s lap in a few of the pictures, which was cute. He paused on one, Bianca kissing Courtney on the cheek, Courtney’s smile as bright as the sun, wondering how these two people had ever broken up.

“We should recreate it,” Adore told him, grinning.

“When are we gonna get a chance to do that?” Danny asked, trying to be practical. “We don’t even know if they’ll want to meet in person to switch us back.”

“Well, we’re not gonna give them a choice, are we?”

“Hmm...okay, I guess that’s true. So what do you think we’d need? Do you have Christmas lights? Because we could-”

“I just ordered a bunch of stuff on Amazon and had it sent to the Hamptons house. You’re there for the rest of the summer, right?” Luckily, Adore had had all of Bianca’s credit card info memorized for years. It was a real lifesaver sometimes.

“Yeah, but Adore-”

“Just look out for the boxes and try to get them into the attic before Mama sees.”

“Alright, alright…”

“And! Willam came over for dinner last night and I cornered him and asked a bunch of questions about that boat party.”

“Oooh, did he remember what song Mum was singing?!” Danny asked, eyed wide.

“He did. He said it was ‘Voulez-Vous’ and that he remembered because, and I quote, ‘She kept fucking up the lyrics even though they were right in front of her. Drunk bitch.’”

Danny snickered, shaking his head. “Well, thanks, Uncle Bill.”

“I know right?” Adore asked, then smirked, remembering the rest of their conversation. “He also said that they were like, making out in the corner for a looong time, and then they snuck off and nobody saw them for the rest of the night.”

“What?!” Danny screeched, then clapped his hand over his mouth. “I thought they just talked all night.”

“Yes, well, obviously we’ve been lied to because our mothers don’t want us to know what sluts they were.”

“Wow…” Danny snorted, shaking his head. “But Adore…”

“Yeah?”

“Do you really think this will work? Do you really think they’ll finally admit how they feel?”

“If we get them in the same place, and remind them of how much they loved each other...I think they might,” Adore said. “It's worth a shot, at least, right?”

“Totally.”

“Well, then...there you go.”

“Alright,” Danny sighed. “I guess I should go back to sleep. Goodnight, sis.”

“G’night, Roach!” Adore waved cheerfully at the screen.

“...I hate you.”

***

Danny practically skipped down the stairs the next morning, happy to be in the Hamptons. As much as he loved Bianca’s apartment in the city, it was nice to have space and fresh air and a soothing view of the ocean, more like what he was used to in California.

Things were going great. Mama didn’t seem to suspect a thing, and from what Adore told him, neither did Mum. It was actually kind of alarming, but he shrugged that off and instead decided that it was a validation of their amazing improvisational acting skills. If things kept up, he would have another whole week with Mama before they would have to tell the truth.

He found Bianca in the kitchen, sitting with a cup of coffee and the New York Times, and when she saw him come in, she flashed a big, dimpled grin.

“Morning, pussycat!”

“Hi,” Danny said, stifling a yawn. “Do we have any more of those cinnamon raisin bagels?”

“Since when do you like raisins?”

“My taste buds are evolving,” Danny proclaimed, and Bianca laughed.

“Alright, if you say so. Tell you what, I’ll ask Fame to bring some from the city when she comes to join us tonight.”

Danny could feel his shoulders deflate a little. He thought this week in the Hamptons would be his time to bond with Mama, one-on-one. Why did she have to butt in? His face must have made it all too clear how he felt, because Bianca then sighed, beckoning him over, patting the seat next to her.

“Come here, baby girl. I have something to tell you.”

Danny sat, a feeling of dread creeping into his stomach.

“Listen. I know it may seem like things are moving quickly, but I really want you to give Fame a chance. She’s a great person, and I love her, and...and we’ve...um…”

“Yeah?” Danny watched Bianca’s face closely, trying to figure out what she was trying to say. It was unusual for her to be at a loss for words.

“Well, we’ve talked about her...becoming...part of the family. What do you think about that?”

Danny felt his heart drop. All their plans, their dreams of seeing their moms reunited were about to go up in smoke. He felt like crying. But he was Adore. And Adore wouldn’t cry, not over this. Adore would get mad.

“I think…” he took a deep breath, trying to calm his rapid heartbeat. You’re Adore. You’re Adore. You’re Adore. “I think…” And then, a dastardly thought popped into his head, as if sent to him by the evil twin herself. “I think that’s great!”

“You do?” Bianca’s face brightened.

“Yeah! I mean, I’ve always wanted a big sister! And I think it’s so sweet that you’re gonna adopt Fame!”

Bianca’s hopeful expression dissolved, immediately replaced by the furrowed brow and pursed lips of pure annoyance that he’d seen so many times before. Not usually directed at him, but familiar anyway.

“Very fucking funny, Adore.”

“What do you mean?” he asked sweetly.

“Can you please knock it off? I’m being serious here.”

“What? Are you...not adopting Fame?” He fluttered his lashes.

“I’m marrying her,” Bianca said sternly. “And you damn sure know that’s what I-”

“Marrying?!” Danny shot up out of his chair, now getting into the spirit of a full-on Adore tantrum. “How can you be marrying her?! She’s practically a child!”

“She’s 26, Adore. Okay? Stop it.”

“Twenty-six?! You’re more than ten years older than her, Mama. That’s gross. You can’t marry her! No fucking way!”

Bianca narrowed her eyes. “I’m not asking for your permission.”

“You asked what I thought! And I’m telling you that I think it’s a terrible idea. Terrible! She’s too young, and she’s stuck-up, and she’s...she’s…” Danny’s cheeks were bright red now, the anger he didn’t know he had coming pouring out, all thanks to Adore.

“You barely know her. Which is your fault, not hers. She’s been trying-”

“I don’t care. I don’t like her, and that’s final!” Danny said with a stomp of his foot.

Bianca sat in stony silence for a few moments, while Danny waited, hands on his hips, eyes blazing.

“You know…” Bianca swallowed, the anger on her face dissipating a little and being replaced by something Danny didn’t quite recognize, something he’d seen only a few days ago but couldn’t name. She began to fold up her paper, shaking her head. “Nevermind.”

That sick feeling crept back into Danny’s stomach, worse than before. He recognized the expression on her face now. She was sad. He’d seen Mum sad countless times, even though she always tried to hide it, but he didn’t think he’d ever get used to seeing Bianca that way. She was the tough one, the one who didn’t give a shit.

He shifted a little, hands dropping to his sides, guilt making his throat dry and scratchy. When Bianca looked back up at him again, he could see the tears shimmering in her eyes.

“I never actually intended to be a single mom, you know. I thought...well. I just thought it would be different.”

“I know,” Danny said, tears stinging in his own eyes too, desperate to make her feel better. “But you...you’ve done a really good job. I mean...everyone thinks I’m the greatest, so…”

“They do,” Bianca laughed, holding out her arms.

Danny rushed forward for the best hug he could give, squeezing her tightly. She kissed his forehead and both of his cheeks, then sighed again.

“I’ve been alone for a really long time, baby girl.”

Danny’s lip trembled. “You-you’re not alone,” he said in a small voice, settling in her lap. “You have me.”

Bianca nodded slowly, saying, “You’re right. And I love you so much. I do. But…” Bianca rocked him, her chin resting on top of his head. “But you and your brother are gonna grow up, and have your own lives. And I need-”

Hearing her voice break on the last word, Danny’s heart felt like it was breaking too.

“I’ve waited a very long time for someone...someone who will love me the way she does. And I just want…” Bianca cupped Danny’s face in her hands. “I just want you to give her the chance to love you, too.”

“Okay.”

“Yeah?” Bianca asked, eyes misty.

“Yeah, I’ll be nicer. I’m sorry, Mama.”

“Thank you, pussycat.” Bianca finally smiled again, hugging him tight. “See, this is why everyone thinks you’re the greatest.”

Danny giggled, but he couldn’t ignore the twisting he still felt in his stomach, the dread that meant everything was about to come crumbling down.

***

CUCARACHA: We have a problem

CUCARACHA: A big, BIG problem

ARIEL: Ugh, what now

CUCARACHA: Call me tonight. Usual time.

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secrets that i keep → peter parker

part two to this fic.

DESCRIPTION ⌙ it’s almost peter’s birthday and you’re searching for the perfect gift.. and the perfect way to exact you new mission. but peter’s curiosity and your habit of loosing things might make this mission a fail.

PAIRING ⌙ peter parker x fem!reader

WORD COUNT ⌙ 1.6k

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“he’s impossible mj!” you groan, placing the toy lightsaber back on its shelf. “i mean good god, i went so far as to call him.. babe, last night. and he still hasn’t picked up that i like him.”

she shrugs, looking around the lego store, “i don’t know dude. it’s peter, you’re going to have to be a little more straightforward.”

“i can’t.” you huff.

“then stop complaining. if you won’t do anything about it then it’s your own issue. and please, make it an internal one. i don’t want to hear about your thirst for my ex.” she smirks.

you roll your eyes. of course, she was right. subtlety was not going to land you the boy. you really didn’t know how to land peter. no amount of shy flirting was going to show him you liked him. so here you are, in one of the busiest shopping areas in midtown searching to find him the perfect gift for his birthday.

your idea was that if you gave him something both special and romantic, he’d have to see you were enamoured by him. hopefully.

but if he still couldn’t figure it out then you’ve already prepared a sappy love letter for him. you were just really wishing it wouldn’t have to come to the letter. no amount of breathing exercises would be able to calm your nerves if it came to that.

just the thought of him reading all of those three am romantic thoughts you possessed.. unnerved you.

you found it much more enjoyable for the thing to stay in your back pocket. away from the world.

“well y/n, shopping’s been cut short. ned just texted me saying that he and peter are ready for movie night.”

you sigh, “text ned that we need at least another hour. i don’t want to leave until i find the perfect gift. i dunno make something convincing up like… we got caught in traffic?”

mj gives you a deadpan look, “y/n we walked here.”

“okay and then we took an uber home.. easy fix.” you say, craning to look at items on the top of the shelf.

“okay well you can stay here and search while i take my happy ass to peter’s. i’m not eating cold takeout.” she smiles sarcastically.

you bow your head, “i’ll stop for the day. but only because i don’t want to walk there alone. our search begins again tomorrow.”

she nods, happy to be the victor of your little disagreement.

the walk to peter’s apartment is nice. you and mj talk about the adventures you both want to take for the remainder of summer break. the air is warm and the sun shines brightly as though it’s making up for its absence in winter. you’re feeling really peaceful and at ease.

that is, until you walk into peter’s apartment.

“hey mj! hey y/n!.” the boy smiles as he opens the door.

he’s completely shirtless, sweatpants hanging low on his hips, and hair wet. you almost forget to greet him as you stare at him.

“put on a damn shirt parker.” mj grumbles, pushing past him and into the living room. leaving the two of you alone.

“uh, i- well, i’m just gonna follow mj, but nice pectorals peter. glad i was able to see them at,” you look down at your phone. “four pm.. this fine afternoon.”

he gives you a weird look but keeps his smile on his face, “pectorals?”

you wave your hand dismissively at him and rush to meet your two other friends.

nice pectorals? why the fuck would you say that? anything would have been better than that.. it wasn’t even funny.

you take a seat on the couch and turn to ned on the armchair, “what have you been getting into?”

he grins, “well, i just finished all my summer work, so now i’m going to start on the TIE fighter lego set. my mom bought it all the way back in december and i finally have time for it so.. might as well.”

mj looks up at the two of you from her spot on the floor, “the real question here is, who’s turn is it to pick a movie?”

you furrow your brows in thought. last time was mj, who picked sweeney todd. before her was peter, who picked back to the future. and before him was ned, who made you sit through the notebook. and by sit through you mean absolutely ball your eyes out.

“y/n’s picking the movie tonight.” peter says, sitting down beside you.

“what’s it gonna be then, asswipe?’ mj asks, clicking the tv on.

you think for a moment. you could go the easy route and pick something scary so that you had an excuse to snuggle up to peter. but he’s a jumper and you’d rather not deal with trying to subtly cuddle someone while they hop around due to a movie. so instead, you go for something classic.

“you guys ever heard of big fish?” you smile.

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“i didn’t expect it to be that.. emotional.” ned sniffs, eyes stuck on the credits.

you laugh through your drying tears, “right? but hey at least it was a good movie.”

peter chuckles, head on your shoulder, “good pick y/n. i mean, ned and i liked it. mj’s been out since the ten minute mark.”

you lay you head gingerly on his, “i don’t mind, i did kind of wear her out with all the walking today.”

you look at mj, who’s sleeping peacefully. her head is on one of may’s throw pillows and her legs are up, resting on the armchair along with ned.

“it’s not fair i’m going to have to wake the beast and get her all the way to my house..” you grumble.

ned laughs, “i’d say i was sorry for you, but i’m just glad it’s not me. anyways, i’m taking a shower. and peter,” he looks at his friend. “you better not have used up all of my conditioner. i left it here. i did not give it to you.”

peter gives him a look, “i didn’t use it, i promise.”

with that, ned rushes off to the bathroom. it’s then you become acutely aware of the pretty boy leaned against you. it causes you to feel light. the works. butterflies and heated face.

“wanna split the last two fortune cookies?” you ask, trying to hide your hot face from him.

“sure, they’re still in the takeout bag in the kitchen. you can grab a drink too if you’re thirsty.” he smiles, moving to let you up.

you make your way into the kitchen and find the left over cookies. without thinking you slip them into your back pocket. you open the fridge only to gasp in abrupt realization.

the note.

you take the cookies back out and feel. no note.

oh dear god. somewhere out there is your disgusting display of affection.

it could be anywhere.

you groan. where was the last place you had it?

was it the lego store?

it had to be, before you went in you checked your pocket and it was there. and so what if you dropped it there, if anything the employees just threw it away, and maybe that’s for the better. you’d probably die if peter ever actually read anything you wrote. you let out a sigh of relief.

everything’s gonna be fine, y/n.

you walk back into the living room, peter’s hunched over looking at something you can’t see.

“i’m back with cookies!” you exclaim, startling him.

he gives you a shaky smile and takes one out of your hand, “ya know y/n.. if there’s anything you want to tell me, i’m all ears.”

you furrow your brows, “um, well i guess i should tell you that fortune cookies have only about 15,000 unique fortunes. it’s not a lot if you take into account how many are produced daily.”

he nods and you break open your cookie, “well, go on. what’s a fortune cookie without sharing the fortune with your friend.” you giggle.

you look down at the tiny slip of paper and pull it from the cookie, turning it over to inspect it.

‘nothing is impossible to a willing heart.’

you smile and look at peter, who’s staring at his fortune as if it could crumble in his hands at any minute.

“what does yours say, peter?” you inquire, scooting closer to read it.

on the paper, in blue lettering, ‘this person’s love is just and true. you may rely on it.’

peter looks at you, brown eyes as soft as a puppies. his hair is a little messy but so perfect.

“i read your letter. it.. it was on the couch and..” he trails off.

you suck in air, “oh.”

“y/n.. i,” he falters, and sighs, “fuck it.”

once those words are off his lips, those lips connect to yours. sweet and soft. his hands clutch your face bringing you closer, as close as possible. you feel as though you come to life in his arms. the kiss continues and when he finally pulls away you can’t knock the smile on your face off.

“i like you too.” he says simply, smile matching yours.

you’re about to speak when you hear a gag.

mj.

“this couldn’t have happened in a different room? i mean, to wake up and see two ninnies eating each others’ faces. utterly revolting.”

“i thought it was sweet,” ned says from the hallway. “my airpods were still playing ‘best part’ and it really added to the moment. well at least for me.”

peter groans, “so you were both watching me.. kiss her? that’s so weird.”

mj scoffs, “i was forced. ned’s just a sap.”

your smile doesn’t leave your face as you watch the people you love most. sure mj was a little dark, ned was a tad sappy, and sure, peter was a dork. but they were your people.

and most importantly, peter was your person.

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