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hopeyallenjoy · 3 years

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An eventful birthday

Did he want to make love to you?

Pairing : Young Severus Snape x Fem!Reader

Warnings : slight smut ; little bit of swearing ; caught during sex ; teasing in public

Wordcount : 3, 712 words

Request : Maraudeur era Severus x reader’s first time

I think I got a little too excited about this order so here is the resume. I did two different version with the same base “ severus and reader’s first time.” Don't hesitate to tell me if you like it or not.

Resume : Severus and Reader have been together for a while but have never had sex. Reader is getting impatient and decides to invite her boyfriend to her house for the vacations. With Lucius' help, Severus takes the invitation as an implicit request for sex, so he spends the beginning of the vacation educating himself on the subject, until the big day. D-Day, which turns out to be Y/n's birthday... !

Severus waddled from one foot to the other, in front of the blue door of a small country house, wondering if he should enter or not.

That blue door was yours. You and Severus had been dating since the beginning of your sixth year at Hogwarts. You were the one who made the first move, asking him via owl if he would like to go out with you. To your surprise he agreed. In the early days, your relationship had been tedious, Severus having trouble showing you affection in public and even being unpleasant at times, but you knew him well enough to know that he didn't want to hurt you. He was just a little proud. It had to be said that the rumors that were circulating about you didn't help. Some said Severus had used dark magic to make you fall in love with him, others thought he was using you. In short, the rumors were far from reality, making Severus a despicable man when he was only afraid. Personally, you didn't care what people said or thought, but that wasn't entirely true of your boyfriend. So with all the patience you had, you managed to make him more comfortable, to make your relationship evolve so that it lasts. Taking all the necessary first steps, erasing his doubts one after the other. Yes, your sixth year had been an emotional one.

And you were not at the end of your sorrows, already another obstacle was standing in your way. A few months before the end of the year, you had started sleeping with Severus, either in your dormitory or in his. Of course you only did this, out of respect for your respective roommates, but mostly because every time you tried to exchange more than a kiss with Severus, he found an excuse not to. This behavior had annoyed you a little and even hurt you but you didn't give up and ended up inviting him to spend the vacations at your place knowing that he would have no excuse and would have to explain what was bothering him.

Severus was surprised that you invited him so suddenly, he had been disturbed by your behavior for a few months. It must be said, he was not very good with women and had gone to his best friend, Lucius Malfoy, to ask his advice. He had described to him, the changes he had noticed in the way you dressed, the way you spoke to him, and all the weird phrases that just didn't make sense to his ears.

Lucius had laughed at his explanation, confiding that you wanted to have sex with him. Severus was taken aback.

"Don't look so surprised, my friend. You told me she'd had other boyfriends before you, right?” he nodded “So, it's only natural, your little Y/n wants you to fuck her. You want that too, don't you Sev?"

Severus thought for a moment. Did he want to make love to you? The answer had come to him naturally ; of course. You was the smartest girl he knew, you always understood him, you always seemed to know what to say to make him feel confident, he wanted to confide in you all his problems, to hold you until morning and he understood that now, he would love to see your naked body and feel your warmth against him. But he was not reassured by the idea of you seeing him naked, he was afraid of disappointing you. Lucius then set out to teach Severus what he called the basics of a good fuck. He took his role as a teacher so much to heart that he spent most of the night before the vacations making a book for Severus.

The book was read in one night. Although he wasn't sure if you would like most of the practices described in Lucius's manual, Severus was a little reassured to have a minimum of knowledge before taking action. He would never have thought that sex was a subject that required so much knowledge. Severus didn't have time to continue thinking as the door in front of him opened, revealing a jovial looking woman, whom he recognized as one of your mothers. Because yes, you had two mothers.

"Severus, my boy, come in! Y/n is in her room. You can join her if you like. We'll call you when the food is ready. Oh and you should take your suitcase up with you."

He didn't have time to put one in before your mother had already joined your other mother in the kitchen. Just starting to get used to so much kindness as he had been coming to your house as a friend for a while, he stammered a slightly embarrassed thank you before running upstairs to find you. You was sitting at your window reading,when he enter your room. When you heard him come in you looked up from your book and smiled at him with a smile that would warm the coldest heart.

You were about to stand up and greet him when to your surprise he came up to you faster than a flash of lightning and kissed you fiercely. You kissed back as he wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you closer to him.

"Severus" you breathed between kisses.

"Y/n" he replied as he pushed you towards your bed without breaking the kiss.

"Y/n, the boys have arrived, they are asking where they ca... Oh!"

Severus turned around and came face to face with Lily Evans leaning on Y/n's bedroom door. Her gaze darted back and forth between your two faces and the position she had found you in.

"I think... I better go ask your mothers," she disappeared down the stairs, closing the door behind her.

Severus stood up in a bit of a panic as you burst out laughing. He questioned you with his eyes as he thought you had gone mad.

"By Merlin, I've never seen you this enterprising and Lily had to come in.

"Repeating the facts doesn't make them any less dramatic, you know Y/n? What are we going to do now that she's seen us? And what is she doing here anyway?" he said with a frown.

"Well, just like you and pretty much my entire group of friends, she was invited home to celebrate my birthday." your smile lost a little of its luster as your boyfriend broke down before your eyes.

Your birthday. He had forgotten your birthday. Severus felt like the biggest idiot in the world as he stammered a "yes, of course" while trying to avoid your gaze. You could tell by his demeanor, but you didn't have time to get your head around it, as someone knocked on the door. A few seconds later, your other mother's purple head appeared in the doorway, letting you know that the meal was ready and that all the guests were there. You and Severus walked downstairs with your mother to the dining room, decorated with colorful lanterns and holiday streamers. Around the table chatting were your friends, Remus,Sirius, Lily, Dorcas, Mary, Arthur, Frank, James and Marlene. All of them came from different groups of friends but were willing to mix for you. Since only the ends of the table were left, you and Severus sat away from each other. But it was all right, your mind was still on the revelation he had made to you indirectly a few minutes earlier. James and Sirius spat at Severus, who didn't react, just sat at the other end of the table, staring at the plate in front of him. Severus' string of bizarre behaviors reinforced the idea that something was wrong.

Normally, Severus was one of the sweetest, most caring men you'd ever met, and because of his family history, he was so desperate for love and affection that he found it hard not to look at you, or give you compliments, awkward ones, but still compliments. But the last few weeks before the vacations, he had insisted on sleeping alone, and now he had forgotten your birthday, there was definitely something wrong. You did your best to focus on the moment and not think too much. This allowed you to have a nice meal, surrounded by the good mood of your friends and family. When the meal was over, the lanterns went out as your mom came into the dining room with a huge cake of your favorite flavor in her hands. All your friends began to sing around the table, wishing you a happy birthday. That was it. You were finally 17, you couldn't help but shed a tear or two after blowing out the candles. The cake was cut and served and then it was time for the gifts. One by one the gifts came to rest in front of you as you tore off the wrapping paper that wrapped them. You received a broom set, sweets and many other gifts that filled you with joy. Each of the guests pointed to themselves after you opened their gift for you to thank them.

"And you, Severus? Where is your gift for Y/n?" Mary asked innocently.

All eyes turned to Severus as his cheeks turned crimson. He felt terrible for forgetting your birthday and now he was paying the price. He was going to have to admit that he didn't have one in front of everyone. What kind of boyfriend could forget such an important day?

"I don't..." he began.

"Severus was giving it to me as soon as he arrived, he's still in my room," you answered to avoid an affront to your boyfriend.

For the first time all evening, Severus looked up at you with hopeful eyes. You'd had time to digest the news, and while you weren't mad at him yet, he had better have a good excuse. You knew your friends well enough to know that Sirius and James would have been happy to put Severus down again, so you didn't give them the chance. The rest of the evening was spent in a calm and good mood, the small group of teenagers having moved into the living room to play teenage games like Monopoly, truth or dare etc. Once your mothers were in bed, Severus slid in beside you on the couch and shyly took your hand. Your eyes met for a moment as he squeezed your hand gently. Despite the annoyance of his behavior, you melted a little at the look on his face. You smiled at him and then gently let him know that you too would need to have a chat later. He nodded and moved a little closer to you. With a smile, you turned your attention back to the game on the coffee table and slid Severus' hand over your butt. He gave you a panicked look but you were already paying no attention to him, or so it seemed, just pushing your buttocks to meet his palm. Severus took this as an invitation and pressed his hand to your bottom trying to remember what Lucius had taught him. As quietly as possible, Severus began to knead your buttocks, waiting for a favorable reaction. This created a fire inside you that made you close your eyes for a moment. Then remembering where you were, you opened them again and gently slid Severus' hands away from you. He thought he must have felt bad or that you didn't like it, but your buttocks came to rest on his legs and quickly changed his mind. His hands had only touched your buttocks through your dress, but that wasn't enough, you wanted more. You stuck to Severus by slipping in his ear a few words.

"Touch my breasts, please.

He nodded, not sure how he was going to please you on the one hand and not get caught on the other. He started by pulling down the zipper of your dress, just enough for him to get his hands under the loose fabric. A grunt escaped him, which was thankfully covered by Sirius's protesting cries that he was in no position to win. That growl in your ear felt like a bomb in your body. You weren't wearing a bra and he could see that. That was the reason for his groan.

His fingers eventually found your nipples and he began to knead them in the same way he had kneaded your ass. You bit your lip to keep from letting all the pleasure Severus was giving you out into the open.

"Are you okay, Y/n? You're all red," Arthur said, worried about his friend.

Severus stopped his movements as all eyes were now on you.

You nodded, wanting to reassure them and avoid getting caught.

"Yes, yes. I think I'm just a little tired. Do you mind if I slip away now?"

All of your friends nodded and wished you a pleasant night as the smart ones figured out where the redness in your cheeks really came from. After Severus zipped up your dress, you took him by the hand and got up from the couch, dragging him behind you.

When you got to your room, you closed the door, this time with a key. Then you turned to face him, arms crossed.

" Go ahead. Can you explain to me why you forgot my birthday ?”

"I'm ashamed,I’m so sorry you know ? " Severus fled your gaze as he reached into the back pocket of his pants but unfortunately you notice and asked for it.

"What are you hiding ?”

You weren't totally mad, but seeing Severus so secretive left your imagination free to invent far-fetched scenarios that almost always ended with Severus admitting to cheating on you and that broke your heart. You joined him on the bed, trying to keep your composure as he sheepishly pulled a book from his back pocket.

"That's what did it. That's what made me... forgot your birthday." You took it from his hands.

"What's this?" you asked as you began to flip through it quickly.

"It's a book about sex. Lucius gave it to me, and incidentally wrote it as well, when I told him about us.”

Severus explained everything in detail, so much so that by the end of his story, you couldn't be angry anymore. On the contrary. Severus did all this to make sure he would be ready for his first time with you. It was adorable.

"Remind me never to give Lucius a chance if we ever break up " you said with a laugh.

"D-Does that mean that's not how it works ?" questioned Severus confused.

"Well... In fact... I don't know about that, Sev. I'm a virgin too." you confessed making him even more confused.

"You are ? But I thought that... What about your ex’s boyfriends ?"

You settle down a little better on the bed, not knowing how to explain it to him.

"So... Yeah I've had a bunch of boyfriends but none of them have ever touched me. And if they tried..." Severus sits cross-legged in front of you, all ears "... I break up with them. First time, you only get one. I didn't want to give it to just anyone. I never felt safe enough or in love with them enough to take the plunge." your hands find Severus', you intertwine your fingers gently. "But with you, everything is different, Severus."

"Wait Y/n... You mean you..." begins Severus, his eyes sparkling.

You smile softly at your boyfriend, your cheeks turning a little red as he moved closer to you without really realizing it.

"Yes, Sev. I'm in love with you," you finally admit.

"Oh Y/n..." he melts on your lips in a tender but passionate kiss "I think... Me too"

Your heart misses a beat. Since the beginning of your relationship, it was you who took the lead and for the roles to be reversed, it often took a few days or even a few months, so you would never have thought that for such an important confession, he would say it so easily. You could not be happier.

Severus gently flipped you over onto the bed, towering over you as you deepened the kiss. Awkwardly, you undressed each other, urgently seeking each other's lips as quickly as possible. You were the first only in your underwear, at least in your panties, and Severus was speechless. The sight of his fiery gaze titillated your pussy, which had not yet recovered from Sev's caresses in the living room. Instinctively, Severus directed his hands towards your breasts, bringing you out of your dream. He began to knead them again as he had done in the living room, but replaced one of his hands with his mouth and then his tongue, wrapping it around your erect nipples with desire. Small moans came out of your mouth in front of all the attentions of your companion.

"Does it feel good?" he asked, gradually gaining confidence.

You nodded knowing that your voice would break before you could finish your sentence. He seemed to understand as a sly smile came to perch on his lips. He wanted to taste your body, to hear your little moans again, which he found adorable and which excited him more than he wanted to say. His lips went down along your belly to land near your panties asking you for access silently. For all answer you did not delay to pull down your panties wanting desperately to feel him inside you, or at least it was as you translated the sudden heat and tingling that rose from your crotch. Severus in front of you couldn't stop his sex from growing even larger as exotic scents wafted up to his nose.

"Severus," you breathed in a prayer.

"Anything for you, love" he replied.

Within seconds, his tongue met your clit, warming it and covering it with kisses. A few minutes later he was already moving his tongue down to visit your already moistened pussy, making you moan louder than before.

"Please, Sev'. I think I'm going to cum."

"Do you think you can wait for me?" he asked as he lovingly stroked your hair.

You nodded slowly, catching your breath as Severus' tongue left your folds.

"Are you ready? Lucius told me it can hurt the first time for girls, so tell me if I -" his sex in his hand he placed it in front of your entrance as he towered over you.

"It's okay, Sev. I trust you." your smile encouraged him.

He nodded, not totally reassured. So far, it had been easy, he had been content to trust his desires and the reaction of your body, but now it was going to be harder. He could feel it. But encouraged by your love, he ended up pushing his erect member little by little into your dripping sex. An electric shock went through both of your bodies. He didn't move right away, feeling your walls tightening dangerously around his sex. Then you motioned for him to move, which he did, slowly pulling his sex out of yours before moving back in again, keeping a slow pace. The first few trips in and out were painful, but soon it was pleasure that took over. For Severus, it was pure pleasure and moaning, he loved being inside you, but was still afraid you wouldn't.

"Is that good for you, love? Can I speed it up a little?"

"Yes...; please."

So he accelerated his comings and goings, always focused on the reaction of your body to his. Your breathing became more jerky as his change of pace allowed him to perfectly match your pleasure points. It was the first time he felt like this, he felt like he was too far away from you even though his whole body was married to yours and he wanted to be one with you all the days of his life, to feel your body pressed against his forever. It didn't take long for you to tighten your grip on your lover, feeling your deliverance coming.

"Severus... I-" your sentence was swallowed up by the wave of pleasure that engulfed you.

Severus joined you in your orgasm a few minutes after yours, prolonging it as he continued to go back and forth.

"Y/n, Y/n, Fuck, Y/n!" he moaned in your ear.

Breathless, he pulled out of you and immediately took you in his arms, thanking you for your patience by covering you with kisses. He had been a little rough with you but you thought it had been for the best.

"Perfect," you sighed.

"I couldn't have said it better," he said between breaths. "Do you think we could do this again?" he questioned.

"That was our first time, remember? So there's no reason why it should be the only one." you kissed him tenderly, laughing "We can do it again whenever you want.”

"Even... Now?" he asked with an innocent look but flame of desire in his eyes.

You bit your lip before nodding.

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aleksa-sims · 2 years

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My RL gameplay (18+)

CW addiction, heartbreak, drugs

It’s been a 3 weeks now and I went back to work. And you remember Dilek!? Omg! 🤦‍♀️ I’m telling you! She was almost more sad than I was, when I told her that Nico was gone. All my work mates, asked me what happened. I still had this strange rash under my eyes and my eyes were generally constantly red. I have used as many tissues and shed more tears in these 3 weeks as in my whole life before! ...I was so lucky in this new office where I was! And I really wanted to do this social worker training and that’s why it was so hard for me to go with Nico. It takes 4 years until I have my big exam. Otherwise I would have to study this at a university. But here you have these advantages! I was trained internally and I get paid for it! I’ll never get a chance like this again! I’m really lucky my grandma brought me in here. And do you know what Dilek is doing today and why she now lives abroad? She is a German diplomat! 🤨 I know it’s hard to believe especially because she’s so silly sometimes! 🤭 But yeah, it’s true! 🤷‍♀️

But back to a sad topic. My dad used to pick me up from work these last few days, but today he couldn’t! He had an important appointment. But my parents test me almost every day anyway, with a quick test, so they’d catch me if I was on drugs, and I get controlled in the addiction clinic every four days. On my way home, I walked through the park and suddenly Sandra stood in front of me! I was totally shocked! What’s she doing here? My dad asked her to wait for me here. Philip told my dad where I used to meet this one guy when I bought drugs. When I lived with Philip, I had to tell him EVERYTHING! But you know! And my dad was so scared! He wanted to know, if he could trust me. And you know what? I was actually thinking about doing it! 😔 🤦‍♀️

Sandra: A.?.... Hey! 😟 What are you doing here alone? Why did you go this way?

Me: Shit S.! What are you doing here? Do you have a date? Here, behind a dark bush, or what? 🤨 😉

Sandra: 🤨...... I’m not that desperate! And I haven’t lost my level yet! Ok? 🤷‍♀️

Me: I was just kidding.... At least one of us still has a level! My level is somewhere completely down there, on the ground ,where all the dogshit is lying around. 💩 💩 ...And instead of me being mad at him and hating him for this.... I still love him and I’m even worried about him. 😩 🤷‍♀️ Now I know, how you felt, when you & your fucking suit guy broke up! And I wasn’t even there for you S.! I’m so sorry! 😢

Sandra: Yes, but my ex married another woman to betray the IRS and cheated on me, A.! 😠 😢 Nico didn’t do any of this! He left, because you couldn’t stand it anymore between him and Philip! And what are you doing? You keep doing this drug shit! 😠 You lost N. because of that! Do you want to lose P. too? Or your mom and dad? And why the fuck aren’t you talking to Philip? When are you gonna see him, A.? While I’m standing here in this park watching out for you ,not to mess up, P. is standing on the other side of the road! I’ll just text him that you’re ok!

Me: Why aren’t you on my side? Why do everyone like Nico now? He did this to me! He hurt me! 😭 You’re not my best friend anymore! If it’s not about your fucking shit or your fucking life, you don’t care about our friendship! That’s why I fell in love with P.! He’s my best friend and not YOU! Between the two of us just too much has been broken in these 6 months! 😔 😠

Sandra: What? 😧.......😭 😭 You know, it hasn’t been easy for me in the last 6 months either! You said yourself, just a few minutes ago, how hurt you are! That’s exactly what I got through A.! And do you know what? It will take until it gets better! And I know, I told you the other day, to choose N.. .but that doesn’t mean, I’m on his side! And I want you to meet with P., even if you say you’d rather have him as a friend than me! 😢

Me: Ugh, sorry! 🤦‍♀️ You’re my friend and your opinion, or your advice are important to me. And I can see for myself that you’re still sad about your ex and that you’re not well, which is what scares me so much! It’s never gonna stop, right? 😨 Does this mean, that we have made the wrong decision? I mean, you went to visit him in prison, even though he hurt you so much! Why, S.?😟

Sandra: He still means a lot to me! I was with him for 2 years, he was always there for me! Even though we only had a fight in the end, I just know, that I could have been happy with him! And I was so happy with him, A.! I mean you know! You saw it!.... And all the guys I had after him just....sucked for me. But you still have P.! You love him! Why are you hiding from him? 🤷‍♀️

Me: I just don’t dare to meet him! 😞 I look so shit! And I know how much he hates all that drug shit about me! And these new pills that I take, they totally fuck me up! I just want this pain to stop! 😩 I am so tired, S.! I just can’t anymore! I am homesick! I miss my old life with N. at our home! 😭 😭 I lost it all!..... It just doesn’t make sense for me anymore to stay strong! I mean about this drugs, S.! I’m just not as strong as you!

Sandra: You know A.? You’re making the same mistake you made with Nico! You’re hiding from P.! You think he won’t like you anymore just because you look a bit tired & broken rn. Do you want to hide from Philip for a year too, and just talk to him on the phone, like with N.? 😧 🤦‍♀️ Because that’s exactly what you’re doing! And I’m not gonna let you keep taking that drug! We’re going home now, and I’ll stay with you! And tomorrow morning you go back to work as usual and after work, you will meet with P.! This is my last word! You will not hide like you did back then!

We went to my place and S has been talking to me all night! She can talk sooo much! How does this work? And always about the same shit! 😩🤦‍♀️ The next day after work, I went back the same way and suddenly Philip stood in front of me.🤷‍♀️ Just like Sandra yesterday, but this time it was him! I was so ashamed! But at the same time I felt a huge relief! As if a heavy burden had fallen from me. And my heart began to make such strange jumps again as usual when I see P.

Me: P.?! I-..... I am so sorry! 😳 😱 I look like shit! I know! 😢 🙈 I’m so sorry, P.!

Philip:.........................................

Me: ?? 😦 Why don’t you say something? You’re probably.........afraid of me. I know I look different, but I didn’t take anything! I-....I’m just not well, you know? 😔 Nico’s gone and you......,I miss you so much! 😢

Philip: Come here! 😞... I am so sorry, A.! If only I had known.....I would never have done this to you! 🙁

Me: You? 🙁 You have done nothing to me! ❤ And never hurt me! I mean yeah, when you wanted to leave me on this one day, you have hurt me! But you didn’t leave! 😳 Nico did! 😢

Philip: He didn’t want to! And it was the hardest thing he ever did, he told me when he said goodbye to me! And I had to promise him, to fix that with you. And I will A.! You will see! Come on, I’ll take you home.

Me: Will you stay a while?

Philip: Sure!

I thought Sandra was waiting for me, but I think she brought Philip here to meet me! But that was a good thing. Still, let’s see.

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atomicblasphemy · 3 years

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Eda becomes some kind of flying taxi service

Amity: So I told Malphas he needed to have a talk with Gary about our coffee break space.

Emira: Mhmm.

Amity: I mean, for one, Gary never cleans after himself. Like, I once saw him leaving his mug dirty for over a week. A WEEK. It was disgusting. It was just sitting dare on the table for days. I didn’t want to clean it, I’m not a doormate. But it was dire and I had no choice. And don’t get me started on the fridge situation. My lunch has been getting smaller by the day and I can’t seem to figure out the culprit.

Emira: That’s nice, Mittens. Isn’t it nice, Edric?

Edric: What?

Amity: Will you guys pay attention? I need some advice on...

*Windows cracking”

Edric: What the...

Hooty: AMITY FELICITY BLIGHT! IT IS I, HOOTCIFER, HARBINGER OF THY DESTINY. COME WITH ME AND I SHALL REVEAL WHAT JOYS THE FUTURE HOLDS FOR THEE.

Amity: I... What?

Hooty: DOTH THOU DARE DEFY FATE? *Swallows Amity*

Emira: ... What just happened? Wasn’t that Eda’s house demon? You know, the one we met before Grom?

Edric: I think it was. I’m not sure though, he sounded more... ominous...

SEVERAL EMOTIONAL MOMENTS LATER

Luz: It’s early... Do you really have to go already?

Amity: Yeah... I still have to finish homework, and I have work tomorrow. But I’ll come back here tomorrow... If you’re okay with it, that is...

Luz: YES! I mean... yeah, I’d love that...

Amity: Anyway... I guess I should get going, we’re not exactly neighbors after all. See you tomorrow then.

Luz: Wait, I have an idea. *Turns around* EDA!

Eda: *Not stopping her flight practice* What?

Luz: Do you think you could give Amity a lift back to her place?

Eda: Oh? Not walking your girlfriend home? Thought you’d be more chivalrous.

Luz: *Showing that Amity’s tomato like properties are infectious* EDAAA!

Eda: Sorry, sorry. But yeah, sure. *Picks up Amity and flies away at neckbreaking speeds. She soon slows down to a more reasonable pace* So... Amity, before I give you that whole “What are your intentions?” scare there’s something I’ve been itching to ask you. What made you chose to dye your hair of all colors, and how did Odd-alia react?

Amity: Luz... Me... Girlfriend...

Eda: Ugh... Don’t make me regret making harmless fun of young love, kiddo.

ONE AWKWARD TAXI EDA FLYING SESSION LATER.

Eda: *Placing Amity on the Blight Manor’s front porch and looking at the two bewildered faces watching her* Sup. *Turns to fly away* Oh right, I guess purple here is in not in the mental state to give any explanations.

Amity: Small ceremony... Human realm... Only friends and family... Boscha is not invited...

Emira: Are you... Edalyn Clawthorne?

Eda: Last I checked I was.

Emira: You look different.

Eda: Oh right... Look, it was a very eventful night so let me start with the simpler one. King, you remember him, right? Tiny, angry, looks like a cat, was the MC at the last Grom along with Goops.

Emira and Edirc: Yeah...?

Eda: He’s harnessing all the powers of yelling. I guess all children his age kinda do that but he went above and beyond and actually learned how to make things go boom with his voice alone, and that’s why both Luz and your sister are still alive. And now I’m realizing I should probably go hide all those Death Metal records I got in human realm. Can’t risk turning my son into a weapon of mass destruction. Not yet.

Edric: That’s... nice... I guess?

Emira: How about Mittens?

Eda: Right. She and Luz are an item now. It was adorable, I called her Luz’s girlfriend then I think it finally really hit her and that made her go all catatonic on me. Sorry about that.

Edric: WHAT?

Emira: Okay, okay... So came out with it? Ed and I have some scores to settle.

Eda: I... Both, I guess? I don’t know, it was sort of at the same time. But I don’t want to spoil it for when she recovers. So I guess us three are kinda family now, huh? Tangentially at least, like you’re my nephew and niece-in-law or something like that, I don’t know.

Eda: The important thing is: there’s a huge waterway under my house and I think it is actually part of my property. Now I need to figure out a way to find out how big that place actually is without letting town hall know so my taxes won’t go up. Can’t push my tax evasion skills. I mean, can you imagine it? The Owl Lady, the most successful outlaw in Boiling Isles history: arrested for fiscal crimes.

Emira: Okay... That’s... cool.

Edric: Yeah... Not to pry though, but what happened to you?

Eda: Oh... Me? I got very high. Not on purpose. Then I became a Harpy. Also not on purpose.

Emira: ... I’m sorry but I’m not following the cause and effect relation between those thing.

Eda: Neither am I. All I remember is: Hooty spiked some cookies; I revisited that time I gauged out my dad’s eye, also not on purpose; then when I push my ex away (You know, Raine Whispers, current head of the Bard Coven, lead a small revolutionary guerrilla, now under mind control. Oh, yeah, guess they’d make to sure to keep it under wraps, anyway...)

Eda: Then it got pretty weird. I got trapped by this tall hooded sun and moon figure and I’m not sure whether that was an actual memory (I did get arrested a few time after all) or if it was just a hallucinogenics induced manifestation of the subconscious trauma of being persecuted for years by the state. Anyone’s guess to which was it.

Eda: And then I became Icarus, fell into the sea, and became a piece of paper. Then I was at the beach, the piece of paper was also there, but that’s not important... I hope... Anyway, so, my curse was there too an for a moment there I thought we were gonna play some chess, but nah.

Eda: I did have an epiphany though. The sky changed colors and now I’m a Harpy. Gotta a lot of stuff to process right.

Edric: *Wide eyed and mouth agape* Mother of Titan...

Emira: *Same as her brother* Do you... need a hug or something?

Eda: Ehh... Don’t worry, I’ll get through. I mean, I’m a badass Harpy woman now, what else could I want? I appreciate the thought though. Anyway, I’ll get going, Luz has probably been stuck in the same place ever since I left. Was nice seeing you guys. *Turns around*

Edric: WAIT, EDA.

Eda: Yeah? What is it?

Edric: Can you take me flying a little bit like you did Mittens? Pretty please?

Emira: *Elbowing her brother* EDRIC!

Edric: What? There’s a tall and friendly winged lady standing in our front porch and calling us family...

Eda: Kinda family.

Edric: Kinda family. And we only went flying, on dad’s staff mind you, like twice. And I mean, look at her. That’s clearly a person with next to no regard for speed limits or any form of flying safety. *Turns to Eda* I mean that as the highest of compliments, by the way.

Eda: *Nodding and smiling* Well, I’m not one to brag... But you’re on point there.

Edric: *Turning back to Emira* See? It will be fun. *Turns back to Eda while making puppy eyes* So, pretty pretty please?

Eda: Eh... What the heck, why not? I do need to get a better hold of this flying thing after all. Fair warning though, I only had these for about an hour, I’m not taking responsibility for any loss of limb or life. *Picks Edric up and place him on one of her shoulders and turns to Emira.* You sure you don’t wanna come with? There’s plenty of room.

Emira: ... I never said I didn’t want to...

Eda: *Placing Emira on her other shoulder* Alritty then, make sure to hold on tight to my hair, just don’t fall into it. Can’t promise I’ll find you if you do. And up we go. *Takes off at neckbreaking speed*

Eda: So... I tried that to Mittens herself, but she was too lost in elation to form coherent sentences. What’s the deal with her hair color change? Why did she pick that specific shade of... pink? Lavender? Purple? Whatever, I was a tad curious about that choice coming from one of Odd-alia’s offspring. So either of you can shed some light on it for me?

Emira: Eh, what can I say? Our little Mittens is growing up, coming out of her shell. I mean, if you told me a month that she’d have a girlfriend by now I’d call it bullshit. Though I would have guessed Luz as being the most likely candidate. In any case, I’m pretty proud of the steps our baby sister is taking, not gonna lie.

Edric: Yeah... Same. But I can’t shake the feeling that it is at least in part an act of rebellion against mom. She did always have that weird fixation with Amity’s hair after all...

Eda: Hum, I see. This actually takes me to my follow up question. How did your mom react when she saw it?

Edric: *chuckling* Oh, I thought she’d have a stroke right then and there.

Emira: Yup. Never saw mom that mad. You’d think the two of us would be the ones to cause it but nope, Mittens beat us to it. Again, I’m a proud big sister.

Eda: Hehehe Sounds about right. You two are the troublemaking type then huh?

Edric: That’s a way of putting.

Emira: We like thinking of ourselves as practical entertainers however. We are in the Illusions track so it comes with the territory. Buuut...

Edric: We indulge in some prankery every now and then, and there’s no one better at it than us.

Eda: Is that so? Ever get in trouble for it?

Edric: Sometimes... When we (kind of accidentally) cause more property damage than intended because SOMEONE botched their end of the spell and caused Bump’s office to almost go up in flames.

Emira: Awww. Ed, I told you already. Don’t beat yourself over it. Accidents happen. You’ll do better next time.

Edric: HEY!

Emira: Anyway, Eda. Why were you asking about Mittens’ hair?

Eda: Oh... You guys are going to love this. I think. Anyway, did you know that me and your parents attended Hexside at the same time?

Edric: Yeah, I remember mom seeing one of your wanted posters a while back and calling you “Ewdalyn Clownthorne” or something like that.

Eda: Ah, haven’t heard that in a minute, Titan those were the day. Anyway, as you might have guessed by now me and your mother we... had a bit of a rivalry. Unfortunately, I couldn’t top the nickname she gave me, best I could do was Odd-alia. No offense, but Blight doesn’t give much to work with in terms of puns, can’t get funnier than that. Especially when thrown at her.

Emira: None taken. And yeah. I mean, it is fun when people call us stuff like “The Blights of Hexside”. But it is kinda sad to know we’ll never get a nickname as cool as Owl Lady or Lord Calamity.

Eda: Oh, my fame still precedes me huh? You know, I think the three of us will get along just fine.

Edric and Emira: Yup, we sure will.

Eda: Anyway, flattery aside... Part of the reason why I love poking your mom with a short stick was, other than how aggravated she’d get and how surprisingly good at paying in kind she was, the fact that she was in the Oracle track. You see, that made her a challenge. And given how she would actually prank me back (successfully, mind you, I have no shame in admitting that) I feel like like we actually a weird sort of friends, or at least we reached some kind of agreement that we were fair game for each other. And trust me, she was ruthless, and very good at escalating things.

Emira: Wow...

Edric: That sounds nothing like the mom we know. Other than the ruthless or the escalation part, that is still true.

Eda: Yeah, anyway. Part of our little game was keeping it hidden. Neither your dad or my sister actually ever realized what was going on until... well, I’ll get to that.

Eda: Anyway, so some lovely day I notice how weirdly obsessed with her hair Odd-alia was. This gives me some ideas, but I know I have make this the mother of pranks, so I decided to just keep a watch, to figure out what the best way to go about it would be. And I was also making those smaller pranks, something to throw her Oracle powers off-balance, you know?

Eda: Well... Back in the day your mother wasn’t monochromatic as she is nowadays. She’d circle through all colors you can think off on her accessories (which she used an ungodly amount, and no judgement it just never seems physically possible). But I noticed that there was one very specific color that she never got anywhere near her.

Edric and Emira: No way...

Eda: And as I said, she was weirdly obsessed with her hair... And as top student of the Potions track making hair dye was child’s play for me... So... do the math... And guess what very specific color was? I may be bad at color names, but I won’t ever, EVER, forget that particular shade.

Edric and Emira: No... freaking... way...

Eda: Yes... freaking... way... I mean, seriously, the first time I saw Amity’s new hair I had to do a double take. The resemblance was just too uncanny.

Emira: And what did she do?

Eda: Well... For a couple weeks there I thought I’d have to place a restriction order on her or something like that. Ultimately the two of us, along with Lilith and Alador (they were our attorneys, no they were not qualified for the role.) sitting across from each other in a very formal looking table, signing a contract. An actual freaking contract setting clear limits to our mutual pranks, like what was off limits like her hair or my then partner, how long was the maximum period a prank could last, so on. Surprisingly enough that was Al’s idea.

Eda: And let me tell you, that was probably the toughest negotiation I ever been a part of. Shame it was not long before I dropped out so never could really put it to use. You know, sometime I think this actually made Odd-alia realize she wanted to be a business woman. I mean, before that she’d go off about how she’d join the Emperor’s Coven all the damn time.

Edric: Wow...

Emira: I second that. Really, wish I had brought something I could take notes on. You completely blown anything we ever did out of the water.

Edric: No wonder she never told us that. You know what? I think I’m dying my hair that color first thing tomorrow.

Emira: Can we tell Amity this story?

Eda: Are you two actually thinking of antagonizing her? Are you crazy? First off, she’s your mother, she holds power over you. All you’d accomplish is getting grounded. Not to mention that she has decades of experience on you, even if she wasn’t your mom, she’d demolish the two of you. No offense, you’re still young, naive, you lack guidance in the ways of the pranksters.

Edric and Emira: *Dejectedly* Ohh... You’re right...

Eda: Hey... Don’t look so gloomy. I see a lot of potential in you, in both of you. *Sighs* I can’t believe I’m gonna take more kids under my wing... But.... Have you guys ever heard of the Bad Girl Coven Initiative? We annoy our foes into submission.

Edric and Emira: WE’RE LISTENING.

Eda: Heh... We’ll get along just fine indeed.

#THE OWL HOUSE #the owl house hooty #Edric Blight #Emira Blight #amity blight #luz noceda #king clawthorne #the owl house boscha #raine whispers #I lost track of what was trying to accomplish halfway though writing this. read at your own discretion.

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Chasing Dreams

Summary: When Ginny Potter is having doubts about her pregnancy, her father-in-law shows up to give her some help, flying time and, of course, present his suggestion of baby names.

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The wind blows in her face and Ginny closes her eyes, happily, enjoying the feelings that only the breeze over fifty feet in the air can bring. It's been a while since she has felt that breeze, considering the doctor warned to…

Doctor?

She opens her eyes, confused, but she can't remember anything specific. In fact, she doesn't even remember exactly how she got there - she knows she is on her Firebolt, well above ground, in a Quidditch field that looks like the one in Hogwarts; there is a mist around the field, but she thinks she can see the edges of the castle. It's been years since she played there. Perhaps she had a contusion? She can't recall, but still, it would take more than a Bludger to stop her from playing Quidditch.

'First season in the Holyhead Harpies, third match, right?', asks a voice close to her and she turns to see Harry slightly below her, also on a broom, his face turned away from her. She thinks there is something strange with his voice. 'That's the game a Bludger broke your foot after fifteen minutes of play and you refused to leave the game'.

Ginny nods, laughing at the memory.

'I told Gwenog that I needed my arms to play Chaser and they were working perfectly fine'.

'And Harry didn't know if he should be mad at you or kiss you'. There is a playfully chuckle. 'Guess we know which won in the end'.

'Harry…?'

The man turns to her, and now Ginny can see it's not Harry. He looks remarkable like Harry though, but the man with her has more lines in his face, his black hair is starting to recede, his nose is longer, and his eyes are completely different. Hazel eyes that shine with more mischief than she ever saw on Harry.

For a moment, Ginny is troubled, feeling like there is something wrong there; then she relaxes, as some part of her mind recognises him.

'I hope you are not listening to gossip, Mr. Potter', she says, grinning at James Potter with the feeling they are sharing a long-lost joke.

'You mean that article of the Witch Weekly saying how you and Harry like to shag on changing rooms, Mrs. Potter? Because I would never read that kind of gossip'.

'As if', Ginny scoffs lightly. 'Everyone knows you and Sirius are the worst tattletales ever, Mr. Potter'.

He laughs in agreement.

Ginny can't remember when that started, but she knows calling him formally is supposed to be a joke between them. Like he was annoyed when she first called him Mr. Potter ('It's James, Ginny, Mr. Potter was my old dad') until she started dating Harry, and then he'd started calling her Mrs. Potter long before they even began thinking about taking that step.

Ginny doesn't remember exactly - a lot of things seem mussed in her head -, but she thinks of a hug on her wedding day, hearing James Potter telling her she was already a Potter even before the wedding vows.

She thinks she might have dropped a tear back then, though the exact memory evades her.

'Well, you and Harry are our favourite celebrity couple', assures James. 'But I promise I give you privacy always - no matter where you are, though I must note that Weekly Witch tends to be right once in a while'.

Ginny feels warmth through her body that has nothing to do with the bright summer day - is it summer? She thought they were in February… -, as her mind perfectly recalls the aftermath of last year’s final match of the Quidditch league, when she and Harry had postponed the victory party in favour of him helping her ease all the tension from the match…

James coughs, as if to draw her attention, and Ginny blushes, trying to think desperately of something that could back away the memories of being with Harry in the shower and how his mouth -

'Quidditch!', James cries suddenly, drawing her attention. 'How about one-sided Quidditch? We can bet who scores the most'.

Ginny is about to say they have no Quaffle to play when she notices the ball in her hand. She doesn't remember taking the ball - and there is a nagging feeling she shouldn't be playing…

'Ginny?', calls James, and when she looks at him, he is smiling gently. 'It's okay, you can play now'.

His tone is reassuring, and she lets herself believe in his words. Besides, though she can't recall the reason, she feels like she misses flying; this should be silly - ever since she left school, all she’s been doing is playing Quidditch professionally, though in the last months…

The thought eludes her again.

Thinking no more of it, she throws him the Quaffle and goes to the hoops. Ginny was never a very good as Keeper - she can play Seeker very well and she loves chasing, of course -, but she can defend somewhat; most of the time, she just watches James Potter flying, dodging some Bludgers that come out of nowhere, and she thinks he flies really well, like if he really trained for it, instead of being more natural like Harry; his moves are perfectly executed, like a professional dancer.

He manages to score a few goals before she finally gets his ticks. James likes to show himself off; even when he has a clean shot, he likes to do manoeuvres that almost make him break his neck, before throwing the Quaffle.

'Oh, you got me', James admits in a defeated voice after she makes the fifth consecutively defence. 'Lily warned me that flaunting would only lead to me embarrassing myself'.

'You are good', Ginny assures him hurriedly, but James just shakes his head, undisturbed.

'I used to be, but I'm rusty. Well, fair is fair. Let's switch positions. Don't be afraid to put your father-in-law to shame, huh?'

Ginny grins. She flies to the middle of the field and as soon as he throws her the Quaffle she begins.

Her style is almost close to his, she realizes; they've both been trained. But Ginny is a top Chaser and there is a reason she holds the scoring-record from the Quidditch League, so after twenty minutes, James refuses to give her back the Quaffle after she scores another goal.

'I think that's enough', he says. 'Sirius won't stop laughing when he hears I barely managed one save that was luckier than any talent on my part'.

'We can keep it a secret', Ginny promises, and she thinks once more this is one of the things she and James Potter share.

How she never tells when she catches him eating the last piece of cake that Lily saved for herself, and how he never tells her mom the time she managed to be drunk at the Potter's New Year's Eve Party.

She can't specify in which year that happened, but it seems like something that could have happened - then it means it did happen, right?

‘You are really excellent’, James says, flying closer. ‘I’d seen you already, but playing with you…’’

Ginny frowns, not knowing how to answer. His comment seems off; of course, they’ve played before, in one of the many times she had dinner over the Potter’s and Harry convinced them to a family Quidditch game on cool nights. They all would play, her brothers against James and Sirius, teasing them for their old age to which they’d answer that they had more experience, while Lily would laugh, acting as a referee and asking them to avoid faults for once.

That had happened, she can’t have imagined it…

‘You remind me of myself, you know’, James adds, distracting her. ‘We both have been flying since we were young, and I’ve broken more than once through my parent’s broom shed’.

‘I thought your dad was the one who taught you how to fly’.

‘He did, but he and my mom were a bit protective. You know, I was their only son… They wanted me to fly safely, and it took them a while to see that if they didn’t want me to do something, then -’

‘Then they shouldn’t forbid you’, Ginny concludes for him, smiling knowingly. ‘Yeah, half the reason I wanted to fly so much was that my mom said I was too young and my brothers refused to let me play’.

‘See? We were both rulebreakers’. He winks at her. ‘Between you and me, that’s what attracted Lily and Harry to us’.

She raises her eyebrows.

‘Harry broke more rules than I ever did’.

‘Says the girl who once broke the headmaster’s office to steal a sword’, remembers James fondly. ‘Still, they both like to break some rules now and then, but their passion is not on it. That’s why we are so good to them. We encourage this side of them’.

‘You approve us. I mean, me and Harry, together’.

Ginny doesn’t know why this information is important to her; it should be something that she already knew, but still a part of her feels warm at the thought. It’s like if she had always wondered if James and Lily would like her, would approve her relationship with Harry, would cheer them...

He throws her a funny look.

‘Of course I do. I mean, for a while I thought Harry was totally going to miss you, and Lily had to forbid me of doing anything - I was just going to nudge him in the right direction, come on -, but things turned out perfectly, didn’t they? You should see me when you first kissed - I was practically waving little flags written “H&G” in a heart…’

His voice suddenly stops, and James blinks as if he realizes he is oversharing. Ginny’s smile, which first came out when he was telling his reaction, dies slowly as she registers what he is saying.

It’s wrong, somehow. James Potter couldn’t be there.

Harry first kissed her in the Gryffindor Common Room, after the Quidditch game and he was alone because he’d been in detention with Snape - Snape who had always disliked Harry, even though he’d protected Harry all in the name of a long-lost love…

A love that had died with her husband years ago.

Ginny blinks and then she chokes as if the air is not enough to breathe, as if she is underwater instead of flying well above ground. With a sigh, James pushes her towards one of the stands and she barely notes he’s helping her to sit.

She breathes slowly before returning to look at James Potter. He looks younger now somehow, younger than her even, barely in his twenties.

And he looks worried at her, which she thinks is kind of ironic considering he’s been dead for the last twenty-four years.

Oh, goodness, he is dead. And if she is seeing him… She remembers Harry telling her, so many years ago, how he died once, how he saw Dumbledore then...

‘You are fine’, James assures her, looking at her as if he knows exactly what’s on her mind. ‘You’re sleeping on the couch of your house right now’.

She nods, still dumbfound, and her hand falls to her lap. Her flat lap.

Now panic crushes over her, more than before when she thought she was dead, and she remembers exactly why the doctor told her she shouldn’t fly anymore, why she hadn’t played Quidditch in the last six months…

‘Your baby is fine too’, adds James. There is a thoughtful smile on his face. ‘This is just a dream, Ginny’.

Relief floods over her, even though she can’t help but think it’s strange not feeling her swollen belly or being able to see her feet.

Now that there is no problem - that her baby is safe - she looks around curiously. As if the mist of early had suddenly vanished, she can see the Hogwarts castle in the distance.

‘I never really played anywhere else’, says James fondly, looking in the same direction. ‘All my Quidditch career was here in Hogwarts, that’s why you are dreaming of here’. He sighs. ‘People always told me I should’ve played professionally’.

Ginny remembers hearing Sirius and Remus describing James, a long time ago, on quiet nights in Grimmauld Place.

‘Sirius always told me how good you were, Mr. -’, his eyes catch hers and she grins. ‘James’.

‘I enjoyed showing off too much. Here in Hogwarts it may have worked, but it’s a cooperative game, I would have sucked playing it in a real league’.

‘I don’t know’, says Ginny slowly. ‘What I like chasing, more than seeking, is teamwork, knowing the other players and working together as one. And for all I’ve heard, you were very good at making people trust you and trusting back’.

‘With one exception’, he murmurs and there is a shadow on his face. ‘Well, I never had the opportunity nor the interest. But who knows what might have happened?’

Ginny feels the same shadow in her heart. She doesn’t know what James Potter would have done with his life, but there are other things she knows – how he’d watch every game that Harry played, how he’d be his son’s most passionate fan, how he’d give his grandchildren their first broomstick.

This thought makes her sad and she feels tears coming to her eyes, as easily as during the first trimester of her pregnancy, when everything made her cry.

‘Oh, no, no’, James says hurriedly, looking at her worriedly. ‘This dream is not supposed to upset you. I thought I could distract you’.

‘Sorry, it’s just - I wish you had played Quidditch instead of being in a war…’

‘I’ve fought in a war so Harry and you and all your generation could be free to do whatever you want. And if it meant I’d die for it, I’d do it again without thinking’. He smiles assuringly. ‘That’s what being a parent means, Ginny. Doing anything for your child’.

She bits her lips and looks at James Potter’s eyes. Even though the colour is very different from Harry’s, she thinks there is the same comfort there, the same patience and the belief that things will turn out fine somehow if you just never give up.

‘I don’t know how to be a mother’, she admits, whispering something that she hadn’t dared say out loud because she never thinks anyone could understand her. Her mother had seven children, Hermione doesn’t think of kids yet and Harry…

Harry is even more worried about himself as a parent than her, and all things considered, she doesn’t want to burden him with her worries.

‘No one does because there is not a formula’. He chuckles lightly. ‘Me and Lily - I don’t know who was more in panic. We were young, we never had even discussed kids, the war was at its peak… But we managed. You will too, and you won’t be alone. That makes all the difference. Sirius, Remus and -’, he hesitates briefly, ‘- Peter didn’t know how to change diapers any better than we, but having them there, having a family… That’s what you need and that’s what you already have’.

‘It’s just not this. I can learn all these things and Harry is there to help but… I worry about me’. She avoids his eyes. ‘I know it’s incredibly selfish, but I don’t know what I will do with a kid, it changes everything, and I’m scared… Not very Gryffindor of me, I know’.

‘The thing I’ve learnt is that being a Gryffindor has less to do with never being afraid and more with never letting fear control you. And from what I’ve seen of you, Ginny, you never let anything control you’.

She nods, in silence. Not being controlled is something she is adamant about ever since she was eleven.

‘You get the right to be scared for you. Of course you do. You don’t stop being you when you become a mother. And you are twenty-three. You still have time to figure it out’. He gestures to the field. ‘If you want to go back, you can. If you want to lay down and retire, you can too. Like you once said, everything is possible if you’ve got enough nerve – and you have that more than most’.

She lets the words – her words – fill her, trusting in them.

‘I - thank you, James’.

‘No problem’, he says dismissively. ‘That’s me, calming future parents’.

‘What?’

‘Nothing’. He presses his lips for a few seconds. ‘That is why you are dreaming now, you know? I saw how worried you were, and I thought maybe we could talk a little. It’s always good to chat with your favourite daughter-in-law’.

‘Am I not the only one?’

‘Still my favourite’, he promises, and Ginny believes in him.

She glances at him. Now James is playing with a Golden Snitch that has just appeared, almost absently, seeming to just enjoy the wind that messes with his hair.

Now she knows she’s dreaming, these things seem to make less sense than before, but still she knows – even though no one told her before – that, like her, James always felt better flying than walking on the ground. If she closes his eyes, she can imagine being with Harry in the living room of the Potter’s house, listening to James recounting his best Quidditch matches, laughing of how he exaggerates in his stories until Lily teases him with the description of what really happened.

(‘I wasn’t knocked by the Bludger, Lily, it was just a scratch’) (‘James, you stayed on the Hospital Wing for three days) (‘Only because you were there watching over me, I could have left the first day, but you were so worried that I let you care for me’) (‘You prat, I was worrying madly over you’) (‘That’s because you were already madly in love with me’) (‘Merlin, could you two find a room to ourselves? You are embarrassing me in front of my girlfriend’)

Ginny blinks, disorientated. These memories can’t be real, but somehow she can almost feel the heat from the fireplace, the softness of the couch as if she and Harry were sitting there now. She can hear their laughter echoing in the room.

‘I know’, James says quietly and sadly. ‘It would be amazing if it had happened, wouldn’t it?’

‘How –‘

‘I think you are just one of those people with the power of imagining. Seeing what it could have been’. He sighs, looking beyond her. ‘It’s good, but it’s also dangerous’.

‘It doesn’t do to dwell on dreams and forget to live’, she recites, thinking of Harry telling her this a long time ago.

‘Dumbledore always had the best phrases. It’s a good advice’. He smiles. ‘Still, Ginny, if there is one thing you could really remember from this dream… Talk to Harry. About your worries. He will listen and support you’. He sighs. ‘Almost ten years and that kid is still deeply in love with you, you know?’

‘I do’, says Ginny calmly.

Their love is one of the things that always keeps her going. Harry encourages her as much as he encourages him, and she doesn’t know how she’d deal with their unplanned and unexpected pregnancy if it wasn’t for him.

‘Well, it’s obvious by now, but I always supported you. I told Lily ever since you first defended him that you would be together’. He grins. ‘It earned me five sickles’.

Ginny doesn’t know what money is good for someone who is not alive, but she is tactful not to say anything.

‘So Lily didn’t support me?’, she asks instead, rather worriedly.

James blinks.

‘What? No, of course she did. But she bet you’d be together only in his Seventh Year, and I bet Sixth. Harry was much better than me, he couldn’t take that much time…’

‘He took long enough’, Ginny says playfully. This brings another sad smile to his face.

‘Well, he was slow considering -’

‘He was too busy saving the wizarding world, yes’.

‘I saw you two, you know’. He rolls his eyes. ‘Well, not when you took your strolls in the grounds and certainly not in all those detours to broom cupboards, but when you were sitting together in the Common Room, just side by side, holding hands, hugging. This is something Harry never had enough of in his life. Physical contact. If I could give you any advice… Hug your kid. Let him always know he’s loved and cherished’.

‘I will’, she promises. ‘Harry too’.

James nods, then he raises.

‘I think our time is almost up. How about a last flight around the pitch? I know you miss flying’.

‘Oh, I do’. She grabs her broom, but before she mounts it, she turns to him. ‘Huh, James? I know that Harry would probably say something like this is real as long as I think it is… But just between us, is this real?’

‘Harry is usually right about these things’, he says cryptically, winking at her.

‘So if it’s real… no offense, but why seeing me, not Harry?’

‘It was you who needed some comfort and Harry already knows I am always with him. Plus, I couldn’t help but think…’

He hesitates, looking sheepishly at her.

‘I just noticed - like I said, I watch sometimes and - I know you know it’s a boy - I noticed that you and Harry never discussed names - so if it’s up for suggestion -’

‘James’, she stops him, smiling. ‘Harry and I never discussed it because there was never a question. Our baby will be called James, there wasn’t ever doubt about it’.

‘Oh’.

James’ grin is infectious, like watching the sun burning, and Ginny is reminded of how brightly Harry smiled when she told him he was going to be a father.

She’d always listened to people saying how Harry looks like his father, but this is the first time she really sees it. It’s more than the physical appearance.

She wishes Harry were with her in this dream.

‘I was just worried, you know’, James says after a minute, with barely contained satisfaction. ‘If you would think of naming him Elvendork - even though it’s unisex, always good - or after Severus Snape, imagine that’.

‘James Severus would sound catastrophic’, Ginny grins at the horror in his face. ‘But I’m more inclined to James Sirius. Much more explosive and -’

‘Marauder’, completes James, smiling. ‘That kid will be lucky to have you as his parents’.

‘Thank you, James. Not only for your confidence in us, but for… well, everything’.

‘It’s me who has to thank you. You gave Harry a family. That’s the only thing I ever wished for him’.

He mounts his broom.

‘Shall we?’

She laughs, delighted, and joins him for a last flight in the field.

#Harry and Ginny #Hinny #James Potter #hinny fanfic #pre-epilogue #Harry Potter fanfiction #James Potter dreamverse #jily #Dreamverse #t: fanfiction

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itstittycitybaby · 4 years

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What is Lost is Once Found Again (Lin Beifong x fem! reader)

A/N: this is the angst fic and i have finished editing it. been feeling down lately because of some things so whens a better time to write something angsty? also reader is a firebender bc i feel like firebenders do not get enough love. enjoy yall.

warnings: angst, emotional/physical abuse, one homophobic slur.

You saw how happy they were. They couldn’t keep their hands off of each other. The bouquet of flowers fell from your hands. Its petals falling like the pieces of your heart that shattered. Though, this was your fault wasn’t it? You had introduced them after all and they hit it off. The rest was history. She laughed; Tenzin had made her laugh. Your vision became blurry from the tears in your eyes. You wanted to scream. You had been too late. Lin looked over and waved at you. There was a grin on her face, something you never really saw from her. You swallowed the cry that threatened to claw its way out. The urge to vomit was strong. You waved back weakly. Their attention turned from you and back to them. The fresh wild flowers you had picked for her were now damaged. It didn’t matter anymore. She looked so happy standing next to him. Lin’s green eyes looked a bit soft as she noticed the bouquet. It was a rare sight to see her so happy. Her voice sounded blurry and muddled. It felt like you were watching a movie play out on the big screen of a theatre. Tenzin looked concerned at your state of being. Here you were standing in front of them but you seemed gone. Lin’s voice snapped you out of your daze.

Her strong features pulled in concern as she called your name softly. “Are you alright?” No, you weren’t. You couldn’t tell Lin how much it hurt to see how happy she was with Tenzin. You couldn’t confess your feelings that you’ve been harboring for a while. Tenzin was your best friend and you didn’t want to ruin how joyful he was. If he knew he’d step aside and let you have her. He’d swallow it all down just for you. Blinking, your lips quivered. “I-I was just going to visit my father’s grave,” you lied. Their faces dropped; they knew how important your father had been to you. “Is that what you were going to give him,” Tenzin asked gently, head motioning to the now ruined flowers on the gravel. At that moment you hated Tenzin. He was so soft and kind that you felt guilty about falling in love with his girlfriend. You nodded, “Doesn’t matter anyways. I-I gotta go...see you later.” They tried to stop you; they called after you but you ignored them. She was gone now. You were too late. They were so enamored with each other now it didn’t matter anymore. The ache in your heart was deep. You felt anchored in the cold icy waters of the ocean but you couldn’t reach out. Cement blocks held your feet every time as you dragged through the sand. The ache in your bones became numb with the cold and every time you screamed you’d choke on the water. He makes her happy, you told yourself. I was too late.

Neither of them really talked to you anymore. It was expected, though. They were a new couple in the honeymoon phase. That’s how your mother put it, the alcohol in her system making her words slur and her movements clumsy. Your father’s anniversary of his death had passed a couple days ago and your mom became even more depressed. You fought the urge to scorch the walls that night when she spat her venomous words towards you. They were a sharp blade but you didn’t care. It would sink its blades into your skin and blood would rise. Eventually, it all became numb. Her sharp hilt of words became numb once more. “It’s your fault he’s dead. It’s your fault he’s gone.” The words stung but she was right. Your father’s death was your fault. “You know,” Tenzin started, his legs swinging off the steps of your porch. “My family will always welcome you.” It was cold that night. The freezing air bit your fingers and the wind whipped your clothes around. Tenzin had come to check up on you. He always did every anniversary. “I know,” you said softly. “I know.”

“No wonder she doesn’t talk to you anymore. A handsome and kind man sweeps Lin off of her feet. I’d do the same.” Your mother was sober this morning. She was back to her usual jabs but the eggs in front of you helped drown her out. You clenched your fork tightly, your knuckles turned white. “Too bad you couldn’t get him first.” You slammed your fist down on the counter. Flames flickered in your hands. Its tongues threatened to burn the counter you sat at. Your mother whipped around, eyes growing wide at your burning hands. You could feel how scared she was. She didn’t bother you anymore that day.

Dammit Tenzin! Lin’s room was warm compared to your frozen house. You always envied her for it but not tonight. You held her tight as she vented about her boyfriend. Well, now ex boyfriend. The thought made you scoff. Pema was a sweet girl but she was selfish. Incredibly selfish. “Am I just unloveable?” You snapped out of your thoughts. Lin didn’t shed any tears but her voice sounded so broken. “No Lin no,” you said softly, rubbing her shoulder supportively. “Tenzin’s just a dumbass. Pema is selfish and wanted to break two people’s happiness. Tenzin was stupid to got for it. You are loveable Lin.” I love you. Lin swallowed thickly; you could see her fighting the tears. “It’s stupid to cry over.” “No,” you exclaimed, pulling her into your chest. “It’s something perfectly justified to cry over! If you wanna cry you should, it’s good to cry.” “Heh. Thanks.”

You smiled softly. The moon shone on her pale features beautifully through her bedroom window. You had snuck out that night but your mom had drunk herself to sleep. You couldn’t help but think how selfish Pema was to break two people apart. While you had kept your mouth shut and swallowed the hurt, she paraded around with Tenzin. Lin’s bedroom window was open after she helped you in. You felt guilty about throwing a small rock near her window. But, when you heard Tenzin had broken up with her from some gossip in town, you made haste to Lin. The box of fudge from the bakery you had bought for her was almost empty from eating both of your feelings. “Please don’t hurt him,” Lin said softly in your arms. Her eyes were heavy and her breathing was more shallow. “I’ll try not to,” you joked. She laughed. For the first time that night she laughed and your heart swelled at the thought. “Night Lin,” you whispered, setting her gently onto the bed. She snored softly, causing your heart to swell. You kissed her head and ventured home.

You swung your feet from Lin’s bathroom counter. Tenzin and Lin hadn’t talked in a little over a year. Being your best friend the two of you talked and you gave clipped answers when he’d ask about her. Anytime you saw Pema you felt the rage and felt flames in your palms threatening to burst. You had yelled at him for an hour about how stupid and selfish he was. Aang had to come outside and see what all the ruckus was about. “Fuck,” you said tightly. You came back to the present from the stinging pain of the rubbing alcohol. “Sorry,” Lin muttered. For being such a hardass she was gentle when she needed to be. The cotton ball was soft on your temple, giving you some relief. At least the nosebleed stopped, but your eye was beginning to swell. “She can’t be doing this to you anymore,” she said softly, her brows worrying. For being nineteen, Lin looked pretty mature. Though, she had always been more stern and responsible even as a kid.

“It’s fine,” you muttered, brushing it off. You winced at the alcohol again. “No it’s not,” she replied sternly. You could see her green eyes flare up but there was concern and worry underneath it. “If you need somewhere to stay you can stay with me. I don’t want you to have to go through this anymore.” You didn’t interrupt her rant. Interrupting Lin is the equivalent to poking a grumpy old bear/ “What happened this time?” You sighed. You really didn’t want to have this conversation. Lin was open minded about certain things but you weren’t sure about being attracted to the same gender. It was still something you yourself were coming to terms with. Your mother had found out and the glass bottle shattered on the wall. It was meant for your head. “Just her being her usual self. Getting mad at something,” you clipped. Lin could tell you weren’t telling the whole story but she let it drop, thankfully. “All done,” she said. “Thanks.” She nodded in reply. “Do you need to stay here tonight?” “I don’t wanna intrude. I can stay at Kiki’s.” Kiki’s was the bakery you had bought the box of fudge for Lin when Tenzin broke up with her. The owner was always kind to you and knew about your struggles. He was warm hearted and offered you a place to crash from time to time. He reminded you of your father. Lin shook her head. “You’re staying here tonight. Besides, I just got this place and I want to spend time with you.” Your heart warmed at her words. An unrequited crush, two years strong. How sad. Your mother’s words rang in your ears. “How could she ever love a fag like you?”

It was raining that morning. Kiki’s had hired you as a baker and offered you the room upstairs. Even though firebenders were known to be ambitious, passionate, and more aggressive than others, you had no drive or ambition. You didn’t know what you wanted in life but baking was something you were passionate about. “I’m gonna be out,” you shouted over your shoulder. “Alright be safe,” Maro, the store owner, called out from the back. Swinging your satchel over your shoulder you grabbed the box of leftover donuts for Lin. You balanced the two coffee cups on the box and swiftly left the place. Your bright blue bicycle rested on the side of the bakery. As you mounted your bike you smiled, excited to see Lin today. The two coffee cups sat in the cup holders on the sides of the basket while the donuts sat safely in the basket.The wind whipped through your hair and the rain drizzled lightly. The rain was light but you peddled quickly so the food wouldn’t be ruined. Lin’s wasn’t too far Kiki’s either. It felt freeing to be peddling down the hills; your worries flew away with the sweeping wind. Her apartment came into view. The thought of seeing her made you peddle faster. You placed your bike on the side of the building and pounded up the stairs. You held the box of donuts tightly in your hands, shielding it from the now pouring rain. Your heart quickened as you reached her front door. You had left Kiki’s at eight so she had to be up by now. You knocked on her door. Faintly, you could hear her footsteps. Lin greeted you with a blanket on her shoulders and a white tank top under it. Black sweats hugged her body nicely. The dark circles under her eyes were prominent in the bright gray morning. “What a surprise,” she said, the corners over her lips tugging upwards. You chuckled, “Had some leftovers and decided to visit. It’s been a while.” Her eyes lightened up at the sight of coffee and the delicious pastries. Lin held the door for you as you balanced the goodies and stepped into her apartment.

“Talked to Tenzin finally.” You almost choked on the sprinkled donut you were eating. Lin held her coffee cup in her hands as she glanced down at her kitchen counter. Her plain glazed donut sat on a napkin untouched. You gulped your food down. “That’s..great. What’d he say?” Lin chuckled at your answer. “He apologized, actually.” She sipped her black coffee. “Oh…” you trailed off. You weren’t sure how to respond. He had broken up with her three years ago and now apologized? “I don’t feel anything about it anymore. I was surprised, honestly.” You hummed, sipping your hot chocolate. “Took him long enough.” Lin snorted, “It did. I just can’t help but wonder...why.” You shot a confused glance her way, digging into the box for another sweet. A chocolate donut, this time. You missed the smile Lin had as she saw your childlike wonder and excitement about something so small as a pastry. “No one seems to have any interest in me anymore. Can’t help but wonder if I’m going to die alone,” she joked, taking another sip of her drink. You could hear a bit of sadness in her voice though. Passion bubbled in your chest and before you could think better you opened your mouth. “You’re not gonna die alone Lin. You’re sweet and kind and compassionate. You care about the people you love and are fiercely loyal. You’re intelligent and observant and also snarky. You’re just so….perfect!” The creeping anxiety surged when the answer you met with was silence. Muffled laughter escaped Lin’s lips as she tried to keep a straight face. It was rare; her body shook and the giggles turned into laughter. It rang in your ears and your heart swelled at the perfect sound. Before you could stop yourself, you kissed her.Her lips tasted like coffee and mint. She smelt like earth, paper, and leather. Her lips were soft and plush. Your eyes widened and immediately you pulled back. “I-I’m so s-sorry I-,” you sputtered, scurrying away from her. Lin just stared. There was no expression on her face as she looked at you. You felt tears run down your cheeks before you had a chance to stop them. A heavy lump sat in your throat and you dashed to get your bag. You left without another word, slamming Lin’s door behind you. She didn’t even try to stop you.

“I’m a fucking idiot,” you sobbed, the rain pouring, soaking you to the bone. You peddled faster, sobs unleashing from your throat. The road was hard to see from the rain and your blurry vision. You didn’t care, if something or someone hit you you would accept your fate. Hell, that would be a good one. Better than losing Lin for good. Once you wheeled your bike to it’s spot you dashed into Kiki’s. Customers sat at tables leaving the workers distracted so you bolted upstairs. You didn’t feel like having Maro interrogate your crying right now. As much as you loved the big jolly man, you couldn’t let him see you like this. You changed out of your wet clothes and threw on something comfortable. For the rest of the day you let your blankets embrace you and cried your heart out. Eventually, you drifted off to sleep.

It was five pm once you woke up again. The memory of kissing Lin and acting so stupid made you curse. Tears threatened to spill again and you trembled. A soft knock snapped you out of your thoughts. “Come in,” you croaked. Maro opened the door poking his head in. “Are you alright?” The dam broke loose. Instantly you were a sobbing mess again. The man who was almost like your father closed the door quickly and held you in his arms. “What happened,” he cooed, rocking you back and forth. You told him everything;about your mother, your father, and Lin. After you were finished he kissed the top of your head. “Give her some time. She’ll come around with an answer for you soon. She’d be lucky to have you.” “Thanks Maro,” you sniffled, wiping your eyes. A few moments of silence stretched. You didn’t believe his words, something told you that you pushed Lin away for good.“I think I’m gonna have to leave.” The giant man beneath you squawked. “I need to learn how to control my firebending still. I’ve shut it away for so long, I think it’s time now.” Maro sighed, “I knew this day would come. You’re sure of it? What if Lin comes for you?” You shook your head. “I don’t think she will Maro.” “Alright. When you come back, you have a home here at Kiki’s. Y’know that right?” “I-I know. Thank you Maro.”

The next morning Maro and his brother waved you off. Maro cried as he gave you one last hug and a box of sweets for the go. You felt tears well up in your eyes as you said goodbye to your only family. “T-thank you Maro for everything. I never deserved your kindness.” “Yes you do, you’re family. You’re my daughter,” Maro blubbered. Even Maro’s brother who was a stone faced man had tears in his eyes You smiled. Your lips quivered and tears streamed down your face. “I love you guys,” you choked out. “I-I’ll be back soon I promise.” With one last goodbye you made your way to Tenzin and his family for a farewell.Tenzin was sad to see you go but he understood. Some journeys were meant to be traveled alone. Aang wished you the best of your travels and sent a wool cloak with you. It was soft and the warmest thing you ever owned. Pema was there, and you were civil with her, but after what she had done to Lin you didn’t see her the same. Tenzin had given you an amulet he was keeping for you and it hung around your neck proudly. You hurried to the docks of Republic City. Missing the boat would certainly add to your already dampened spirits. As you swept through the streets you couldn’t help but think of Lin. The wounds were still fresh but you trudged on. Like a coward, you ran.

Your room was barren and cold. ‘Had it always been this cold,’ Lin thought. The baker, Maro, looked sad today. It was unusual for he was joyful and warm. But today his flame had been blown at, the smoke curling around his heart. Lin was paralyzed when you had kissed her. She couldn’t move until it was too late. A white envelope sat on your desk. Lin. She ran to the desk and ripped it open. As she read it, her eyes widened and her eyes felt watery. Dammit. She was too late. Lin flung the letter on the floor and bolted to the docks. The white parchment paper sifted through the air gracefully until it fell on the ground.

Lin,

I’m sorry. I did what must be done.

Goodbye,

“No!” Lin cried out as the boat sailed away from view. Tears spilled from her cheeks and her teeth clenched. Her fists were balled tightly and her face twisted in anguish. You were gone, forever. She stood on the busy docs;people went around her throwing dirty looks her way. She didn’t care. They went around her mumbling under their breaths. She had been too late. “Line five, ship is boarding, line five, ship is boarding,” the guy called out. Lin perked up. Were you still here? Quickly, she scanned the line. Her heart stopped. She recognized the familiar body and the wool cloak shrouded protectively across their shoulders. Lin bounded over to you. Her hand grabbed your wrist tightly and she pulled you out of the line. “Hey-” your eyes widened as you saw her. “Lin? What are you-” “You’re an idiot you know that?” You gulped. You didn’t think Lin would talk to you anymore but her anger wasn’t unexpected. “I-I’m sorry,” you said softly, averting her intense gaze. “I-I wasn’t thinking clearly and I admit that. But if you’ve come here to ridicule me-” Lin smashed your lips with hers. A muffled squeak in surprise left you but you melted into her touch. Lin’s hands held your face tightly and her chest brushed up against yours. You sighed into the kiss allowing her tongue to enter your mouth and gently sucking on yours. She pulled away;both of you out of breath. Your cheeks heated up at the realization that the love of your life liked you back. “How long have you loved me,” Lin asked softly. Her eyes shone with fondness as she looked at you. “You know when you started dating Tenzin?” She nodded. “I was gonna confess to you then.” Lin’s eyes widened in shock. “Why didn’t you tell me?” You smiled sadly, “You looked so happy. I didn’t want to ruin that.” Lin kissed you again. Her hands held your waist in a tight grip and she bent you lower. You giggled, grabbing her face for support. There were tears in her eyes as she looked at you. You felt your eyes start to water and you laughed softly. “I love you,” Lin whispered, tears threatening to spill. “Don’t you ever leave me again.” You smiled, you were crying again but these were happy tears instead. Gently, she wiped the spilling tears from your cheeks with her thumbs. They felt a bit rough but you couldn’t complain. You nodded, swallowing thickly. “I love you too Lin.”

#legend of korra #legend of korra fanfic #legend of korra x reader #lin beifong x reader #lin beifong #angst #x reader #reader insert

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ziracona · 3 years

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What do you see happening after Josh is being rescued? Does he meet everyone of his friend eventually or some of them keep their distance? I read one of your answers about them abandoning him and honestly I don't think they didn't care at all about him, but the events were so traumatic and scary that they probably had a hard time taking into consideration that small possibility of him being alive. Plus I guess it's also part of the smooth flow of the game if it makes sense, Mike doesn't go after Jess either after he sees her falling into the mines and accuses Josh of killing her without being 100% sure that she is dead and without seeing Josh around when shit happened to her. But if I were Josh maybe I would be upset knowing they didn't come for me at all. So how would a reunion go?

That’s valid! You can interpret the lack of an interest in rescuing Josh to multiple things—that they are very sure he’s dead, if you want to be as generous as possible to them. That they think he’s probably dead and are afraid of dying too more than willing to save him, that they’re (sans Chris) too mad about the prank he pulled, etc. And I can see why people would go for any number of them. I think to me it has always read like they think he is probably dead, and the whatever he has, 30%, 20% chance? Of still being alive just isn’t enough for them to feel motivated to face very likely death to go hunting for him, especially with flamethrower dude just dead doing the same. Which makes /me/ angry, because Mike went batshit after seeing Jess wounded and dragged through a window and more trying to save her, multiple characters can kill themselves trying to save the others in the finale, etc, and I just think if you /can/ save someone who is your friend—or like, you have a shot anyway—you don’t know it is too late. You should. (& true Jess can still be alive and Mike will assume she is dead, but in his defense, so do basically all blind playthroughs she looks like she falls four stories or something while already almost dead I can’t fault Mike for assuming that was a 100% death there. Boy really tried. Whereas Josh’s vanishing from the shed is much less confirmed. There is no ‘I watched him fall’ here. Just a neither he nor his dead body were still in the shed so /something/ happened). Like I do get it, that’s a terrifying situation and not helping doesn’t = not caring, but I will hold it against characters if they don’t risk themselves to save their friends and I will be unhappy with them. Loyalty is very important to me. But it is a truly terrifying situation.

But I also get why they’d be terrified to go out there. I don’t think it makes them evil to not want to risk it till they have to, it just makes me disappointed in them. I don’t think I said I think they didn’t care about him—typo if I did, because I certainly don’t think that at all! I think Chris was traumatized and felt very sure he was dead, Ashley didn’t care (she explicitly says she thinks he deserves it and tries to stop Chris from saving him the first time), Emily doesn’t care a lot one way or another and is mostly on her own trauma right now and thinking about Matt and the awful shit she saw, that Sam does care but thinks he is probably dead and is in team mom mode and cares more about trying to keep as many friends alive as possible right now than anything else and doesn’t want to lose the others, and Mike is still pissed but also feels very bad and would prefer for Josh to make it but is also more focused on group survival and not losing anyone else since he just lost someone he loves horribly (based largely on how his reaction to the safe room scenario is either to kill Emily and feel awful but do it because he very vocally and visibly doesn’t want the others to be killed and she won’t go peacefully, and he’s terrified of losing them, or to try but not be able to because he loves Emily, and instead give the gun to the others to try to save themselves with in the event she /does/ turn). And although he’s a right coward bastard for leaving Josh if Josh gets grabbed instead of killed, down in the mines, I do think he cared about Josh. He seems truly sorry to some extent when he finds him, and does /try/ to lead him out of the mines. At the point they make the decision to go for the cable car key, I don’t think they don’t care at all, except Ashley. I just think they should care more. Although I tend to give Chris a pass because he just watched a man get beheaded, has strong reason to think Josh is dead, is injured, and spends the entire rest of the game more or less in traumatized mode quiet in the corner.

But that said I can also see why people would interpret the reactions to mean they all believe he is very dead, and mean they’re going after his corpse! I can see lots of basis in-game to interpret in quite a number of ways. And be generous to the fool kids if you want to! I /super/ hold abandoning Josh in the mines wildly against Mike, but Mike is still one of my favorite characters in the whole game. I love how flawed the cast is and that you go in hating most of them and only slowly grow to care because you don’t want them dead-dead, which keeps you there long enough to see some of their good sides. *cheff’s kiss* the great ability of the horror genre. The bar to initially invest is so low, it lets you have such a multi-faceted cast.

Okay anyway, original question! What do I see happening after Josh gets rescued and exorcised.

I think he meets up with all of them again eventually. Interesting to think from Josh’s pov how he’s going to feel. I expect to some degree he does feel abandoned, and fairly, and in RoB it is very clear he is afraid to some extent of Mike and Chris after being dragged off and tied up and left in the shed, and the things they said to him. He also /definitely/ feels massively guilty and self-blaming about all of it. He’s telling himself through Hill that no one will come for him and it’s his own fault by the final chapter. And mostly he’s just afraid of Mike and in ptsd dissociating mode by the time Sam and Mike find him. So, mixed feelings on his part I expect. Lots of fear and pain and hurt at being abandoned and so universally believed capable of murder, hurt, left to die alone in the mines. Pretty damn betrayed, and that on top of the hurt from what happened to his sisters and the inherent paranoia of paranoid schizophrenia. Hurt that they just left him. Hurt they didn’t believe him. Hurt nobody came for him until it was too late. Hurt he got betrayed again. Probably pretty miserable overall. But with that, also feels really bad about going too far and hates and blames himself intensely for everything, and I expect is also kind of not just traumatized but ashamed of what happens to him, and everyone knowing about the possession and the cannibalism. Probably he wants to lock himself in a room in the corner of a big house and never come out. But also is intensely and miserably and hopelessly lonely. Probably feels all of his friendships are likely broken beyond repair.

I don’t think they are though. Chris “I’m not your bro” six seconds later “bro are you for real?” Hartley almost dies trying to save him and wouldn’t care about the possession stuff except to be worried about him. Sam is angry and harboring some resentment, but clearly reacts to Mike reporting he is gone with regret. Mike would probably feel very guilty for leaving him and be hesitant to reconnect and then defensive doing it, but I think he cares. Jess wasn’t even there for this shit so probably she does. Same for Matt maybe? Ashley and Emily are harder to guess for. I think Ashley would be incredibly angry and resentful—I mean she wants him dead in-game, but might eventually join the others if the others got over stuff? Bc she’s also kinda a joiner? Really it’s hard to say she is a very...hair-trigger character. Volatile and intensely and massively changeable. Probably the least predictable of all. That kind of person scares me deeply in real life because I have been very backstabbed by them before. >.> But anyway hard to say. Also a lot of this depends on what ending, even assuming they all live. But I usually assume that like, Mike almost shot Em, didn’t, Matt tried to save her, Sam saw the workshop, etc ending. Emily I really don’t know. She’s a very self-reliant and hard person. She didn’t have anything very specifically for or against Josh with her experience, but wasn’t that close to him before, so I think she just kinda falls wherever she falls.

I think mostly though that they’d reconnect. Definitely Chris would jump to it, and I think Sam would too—she’s a well educated, empathetic and understanding person. She’d know he needs her. And Chris is his childhood best friend and cares the whole game. I think Mike would try to go too because of guilt, and because he’s a decent guy. Probably so would after not much time those least effected by what Josh did. I think Josh would be alone while being exorcised and probably reocvering in a hospital some after, and Chris would be the first, or Chris and Sam possibly. I think he’d be afraid to see them, and it would be complicated and messy and painful for them all, but it would be okay and sort itself out and they’d find old ground quickly. And having them there would be /incredibly/ vital to helping him recover. I think eventually he’d get back on his feet, and a lot of his old friends would be around and stay in his life. I think things would get better. I’d say the OG ExorJosh comic writer I think did a good job of guessing about what a lot of it would be like. Hard, and slow, and messy. But a lot of them care for him, and I think that would matter enough to help things get okay between them again.

#ask #anonymous #until dawn #long post #Josh Washington #spoilers #exorjosh #exor-Josh

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The Things We Lost

This is my attempt at writing an angst MLB au where Marinette is too overwhelmed at everything she has lost to Lila and loses control. This story does contain suicidal thoughts, strong language, and suicide so be warned.

If asked a few months ago about what the young girl was like, people would talk about how sweet and caring she is. She works hard, puts others first, and is a bit clumsy but is so loving and helpful. They might also say how expressive and optimistic the girl is, like she’s a ball of sunshine. Cut back to the present and none of these words would be used to described the baker’s daughter. Marinette knew that Lila could be trouble. She was telling so many lies, each one getting bigger and more threatening, how could she not be concerned. She had hoped that after everything Lila had done that people would stop believing her. They did not. Instead all blame was placed onto the dark haired girl. Thief. Cheater. Liar. Jealous bitch. Bully. These words and more were thrown at the girl until she felt like they coated her body like a second skin. Even when she was adorned in her red and black suit, she still felt the presence of these comments. It was a miracle that she hadn’t slipped up and allowed Hawkmoth to akumatize her yet.

Her friends, classmates, teachers, and even parents were against her. Her only comfort was the kwamis. Each night they would comfort their guardian in hopes of doing something for the girl. Each night she cried herself to sleep. Each night she hoped that tomorrow would be a better day. It seemed like her wishes never came true. She went through the day like a zombie. She walked into class and went into her seat in the back. People’s eyes putting holes into her body as they whispered about her. Freak. Stalker. Crazy. Jerk. She stare blankly at the front as class went on. If she was lucky, she could go home without being stopped. However most days she wasn’t.

Lila would corner her. Her smirk and eyes were like daggers into Marinette’s soul. She would bark and laugh about how she was good on her promise to rid Marinette of all her friends. Somedays she left it at that. Other days she would hit her or push her. Of course no one noticed her bruises. They even failed to notice the scars forming on her arms, just hidden by her jacket. Marinette stood on her rooftop balcony. She was in her pajamas, and the wind stung her freshly made cuts. She glanced down wondering what it would be like to jump. Tikki and the other kwamis gently nudged the girl back inside. She couldn’t leave them.

Even her partner noticed the difference in her behavior and tried to ask her about it. He expected something simple and easy to fix. He never would have expected what she said next. “I’m looking for a new Ladybug.” “What, why?” Ladybug stared out onto Paris. “I can’t do this anymore. If I continue to be Ladybug, then Hawkmoth will win. I’ll continue to be the guardian, but Paris needs a new Ladybug.” He looks sad but then turns it into a smile. “So does that mean I can find out who you are?” Marinette didn’t even have the energy to yell at him. “I’ll let you know when I find one.” She stood and swung off, leaving him to wonder what he did wrong. Marinette detransformed and couldn’t quite understand why she was crying.

She eyed everyone in the city closely. She needed to sink into the background, and the sooner she did that the better. She did discover someone. A girl her age who went to a different school. She had some friends, did a school club, and most of all was kind and selfless. She waited for a few more days, watching in the shadows, before approaching the girl. Her name was Raven, a nod to her parents dark black hair. Marinette came to her as Mutlimouse. (Only Chat knew that Marinette was Mutlimouse, and it wouldn’t matter once she was gone.) The girl was shocked, but trusted the hero’s judgement. She helped trained and coached the girl, and it was time for the world to have a new, permanent, hero. Mutlimouse and the new Rubybug met with Chat Noir. Chat Noir didn’t even give Marinette a second look.

Over the week she carefully watched the two worked together. It was a bit of a shake up at first, but Rubybug was able to save the day and gain the love of Paris’s citizens. At the end of the week, Marinette said her last goodbyes to Tikki and that was that. However, Tikki had one last parting gift. Hidden in Marinette’s sewing box was a small book. Tikki had wrote out so many messages, all comforting her chosen one. For the first night in a while, the tears she shed were happy. One thing was clear though, she needed to escape more of her life.

Marinette carefully worked. She found a place hidden in plain sight. It was fair enough from her old life yet close enough to be reached in case a different miraculous holder was needed. Not to mention that it wouldn’t be searched or questioned. She moved as much stuff over to the new location as she could without raising suspicion. Then she waited for the day. The day when she would no longer be around. Everyone at school made sure to mention the date. Lila had been working on her final scheme: to get Adrien to be her’s. They would have a date and talk while going to André’s ice cream stand. They would get ice creams that matched each other and would kiss. That was Lila’s plan.

Marinette stood on a newby building, as Scarlet Vixen, and waited. Sure enough Adrien and Lila came around the corner. The rest of the class waited and watched. Alya was recording the whole thing in a livestream. Scarlet Vixen waited for the right time. Lila had just gotten her ice cream, and it matched Adrien. Now it was time to get his. “Strawberry for her blush, blackberry for her hair,” Adrien couldn’t help but get a sense of dread in his stomach. Something bad was about to happen. He glanced around and noticed Marinette standing on the railing. As André said “blue bell stare”, Marinette’s eyes turned to him. She had tries rolling down her eyes, and before Adrien could process it she jumped. Alya had turned her phone to record the girl moments before she jumped, so the whole livestream saw it. The class around her stared at where the girl once stood. She never did resurface from the water.

It was a week after the incident and Lila had a sick feeling of pride. She had done this all before. Take over the school, have everyone love and fawn over her, and destroyed anyone who opposed her. However she never had someone so distraught to have killed themselves, but it’s whatever. She can use this to her advantage. Claim that the girl had really wanted attention so badly she was willing to jump for it. Maybe state that the incident has made herself distraught and needs people to love and support her. But things were different than what she had planned.

First was Marinette’s parents. The night of the incident, Sabine was calling for Marinette to come down and banging on her trap door. Earlier that day she and Tom had yelled at the girl for hurting Lila again, and the girl ran up to her room to hide. Now Sabine was going to yell at her daughter for her grades. It got to a point where she had Tom take off the trap door. The bedroom was a mess. Things were thrown around and out of place. The mom was gonna yell at her daughter for having a temper tantrum when she spotted the blood. A small box cutter laid on the ground, with fresh blood still on it. As Tom looked around, he found a note on their daughter’s bed.

“Dear Mom and Dad,

I know that I am an awful daughter and don’t deserve you. I am sorry for causing trouble and for making me mad. I know you can never forgive me. I won’t come back, so I hope you will live a happier life.

- Marinette”

It was thirty minutes later when they were informed that their daughter had jumped into the river never to be seen again. The parents were in shock, and they had the bakery shut down for the rest of the week. They could only walk around their house, staring over to the opening where the trap door to the pink room once was. They hadn’t expected their only child to just be gone.

Next came Alya. She was at first in denial. There was no way that Marinette would do that. Bully and hurt Lila? Sure. Steal important test papers to cheat? Of course. Throwing herself into a river was not on the list of things that girl could do. It took her several minutes after seeing the incident to realize that she was still recording. The next day she woke up thinking everything was a bad dream. Or even some sick kind of joke that the brat pulled in hopes of gaining attention. However, when she checked her phone to see several messages concerning the content on her blog, she realized it was real.

Next was her general classmates. They didn’t want to believe what they saw at first, but what else was there to do? They couldn’t have done anything to stop it.

However the person who was effected most was Adrien. He had reluctantly agreed to go on the date with Lila, as pushed by Nino and everyone else in the class. He expected his ice cream to be like what he had ordered the first time, to represent his love of Ladybug. However André said said something different. Strawberry for her blush. He had never seen Ladybug blush before, it was never in her nature. The only girl with blue bell eyes and dark hair was... Marinette. The last time he saw her was when she jumped into the river with tears in her eyes. He didn’t know what to think. Why would she jump? She was always so happy. “Not when she was getting harassed and bullied.” Plagg supplied with a scoff. “So much for take the highroad.”

As the week of the incident progressed, the world seemed to stop. However once the week was up the world unpaused, but only to show the darkness of the situation. The bakery was permanently closed when Tom and Sabine were charged for Marinette’s suicide and providing an unsafe home for a child. Alya’s blog was shut down for recording a suicide. The students kept staring at where the girl used to sit, feelings of guilt leaking in. Adrien could barely function, and Gabriel had to rework his schedule to try to get Adrien under control. Adrien was even effected as Chat Noir. While Rubybug was sweet, quirky, and hardworking, he couldn’t help but miss the old Ladybug. The one who, while she would be serious most of the time, was always looking out for him. Rubybug had to save Chat Noir several times during attacks since he began to get distracted so easily.

Lila had expected things to be easier for her. She tried to do some sob stories about how much the death was impacting her but it backed fired. Not because they didn’t believe her, but because the school was now being forced to give more counseling and care when it comes to bullying. Lila was put into therapy and had her lies backfire on her when concerned classmates filled in their teacher on the awful things Marinette said and done to the girl. Not to mention all those other things. Her mom and the school had a several hour long discussion before the truth was exposed.

The school year continued on. The class was two students down for the count. One was simply transferred out and the other was gone forever. Sometimes the students would forget that Marinette was gone. Alya had gotten to talk to the new Rubybug and was about to call Marinette to talk before remembering that she was gone. The members of Kitty Section were discussing new costumes before remembering that their old designer couldn’t help anymore. Her parents still felt like they could hear their daughter’s voice coming from the bedroom. Adrien sat on top of rooftops at night staring at the lucky charm Marinette had made him. Their everyday ladybug. Gone without a trace and never to be seen again.

Of course, she was still around. Hidden away in the shadows of Paris. The miracle box and kwamis as her sole companions. Waiting for when her new bug would come by to seek out help. She saw the world fall before her and watched. Her soul had died long before. It didn’t matter to her how any of those people felt. After all, she had lost more. She had lost her family, friends, dreams, hopes, and her partner in one go. Why should they care about her now that she’s gone. It’s not like they lost everything. No. They only lost one stupid girl. She didn’t matter to them before she was gone, why did they care now that she was gone. Ah, such is the way of life.

#miraculous fanfic #mlb au #mlb marinette #fanfic #miraculous ladybug

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oneunexpected · 4 years

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I love Free Day because it means I can do Whatever I Want and I get to rb it to tucweek along with the incredible art pieces and insightful analysis other people have made and mine’s just, like, TUC as vines.

Anyway. Here’s the definitive power ranking of all minor characters* in the Underland Chronicles. It's quite long, because I tried to use every character.

Icarus -this DUUUUDE. This GUYYYYY. SUCKS! -“uh-oh looks like I’m infected with the plague better fly directly into a social gathering” -would be an anti-masker probably 0/10

Reekwell and Gushgore -Fangor and Shed part two, but unfunny this time. 1/10 y’all suck give me Fangor and Shed back

Purvox -Purvox is apparently a beautiful red spider who teaches Hazard how to “speak” Spinner. That’s cool. -that’s it. Why did Suzanne even feel the need to name her? I’m grateful for the extra details but 2/10

Ajax -mean. -nobody likes him -this is probably why he gets on so well with Solovet -some sort of flier general, it seems, which is pretty cool 2/10

Hero & Kent -twins, I guess that’s fun -they’re only like eight but they still Smirk Evilly. Good for them 2/10 just because there’s 2 of them

Anchel & Daphne -some randos Keeda mentions as dead. They probably had some sort of significance to be mentioned by name but We’ll Never Know. 2/10 RIP though. I’m sure you’re worth higher than this but I don’t even know who you are

Horatio -crony #1 -has a crush on Dulcet. Didn’t we all 3.5/10. Boosted solely by association with Dulcet

Marcus -crony #2 3/10

Wevox -thought her name was Weavox until I began writing this post -sort of “Was Margaret Thatcher a Girlboss?” vibes -“As it is, Vikus, we will not drink. Web them” is a RAW line and it bounces around my head sometimes -the spiders are clearly very crafty about their political relations but she was not going to hesitate for a MOMENT to consider the ramifications of killing the monarch of Regalia and we gotta respect that -docking points for the girlboss thing, though. 4/10

Stellovet -queen of insults you gotta be honest -had an INCREDIBLE amount of impact for only having like three lines. I remember being like 11 and reading so many fics on Fan Fiction Dot Net where she was a scheming villain -funny how Luxa thinks her endgame is just becoming a princess. She doesn’t care beyond that she just wants to be royalty 4/10

Chim -baby -ok she’s 5 -doesn’t do anything but look confused and help provide a gateway for Howard to look like a good person 5/10, for years of life. What’s even your name? Chimney?

Andromeda -she’s good. She is an Absolute Beast when she crosses the Waterway with Howard and Mareth, definitely saved Mareth’s life -loves Mareth very much :) -shuns Ares at first but comes around, we still gotta knock her for this though 5/10

Clawsin & Bloodlet & Ratriff -Some folks who go to Ripred’s side, Clawsin gets blinded from the Bane, Ratriff gets his arm ripped off by the Bane, it is what it is 5/10 collectively

Reflex -man’s got jokes -very helpful with the code -shoots streamers of silk around the room when they break it -came to Regalia secretly... secretly to whom? The spinners? The gnawers? Whatever, he’s a rebel either way -I had to look up his name though, so apparently not a lot of impact. Sorry Reflex 5/10

Treflex -announced he was joining the quest, then IMMEDIATELY died. Yes king give us nothing -made a good snack? Gross. 5/10

Cevian -the scene where they find her body is beautifully written and so heartbreaking. She’s the catalyst for the entire fourth book -gives Aurora the opportunity to make her first ever big impassioned speech. It’s what Aurora deserved -still, she doesn’t get any dialogue so I can’t vote her super high 5/10

Euripides -seems nice -always described as “Vikus’ big grey bat,” never just big bat, never just grey bat -tells Luxa to teach Gregor how to ride a bat because his neck is getting bruised lol -nice of him not to embarrass Gregor though 6/10 speak up for yourself, king

Pend -takes Boots back to Regalia after the moth brings her to the crawlers’ land -Vikus recognizes him by name which is really impressive since crawlers look pretty homogenous, although we are told Vikus is better than most at picking them out. Still, Pend is probably a high rolling crawler. 6/10

The scorpions -I know I’m supposed to be doing named characters but they’re pretty cool. The passage they’re in is a really fun read. Mad respect 6/10 I’ll see y’all in Scorpio szn, baby

Razor -showed SHAME and GUILT in the first book when he got called out by Ripred -raised Pearlpelt as if he was his own. In payment, Pearlpelt knocked him off a cliff and then tried to eat him to hide the evidence 6/10

Fangor and Shed -funny dudes. -apparently constantly drunk 6/10

Gox -Gox got shit DONE, okay? Gox got shit DONE. -would eat your carcass without a moment of hesitation. It’s fine. 6/10

Hermes -this guy is great! -brings Luxa her crown -gets seriously injured while protecting Lizzie on their way to Regalia -might be dead tbh no one ever says 7/10

Keeda -okay listen. Keeda’s great. Keeda is that warrior at the Battle of Marathon who ran all the way back to Athens to report their victory and immediately die, except Keeda was reporting that the gnawers were about to invade -listen I know she was dealing with some other stuff, but Vikus asks, “how many rats?” And she says “many. Many rats” ??? No estimate? “An army?” Whatever. We give her a pass. 7/10 RIP

Pandora -FUCK -her death was possibly the MOST disturbing passage I’ve ever read. I could see it so, so vividly in my head. Man I remember the horror -she just wanted to explore 7/10 but also 2/10 for emotional trauma

Queen Athena -ICONIC one-liner in Curse of the Warmbloods, absolutely demolishes the gnawers over their treatment of the nibblers -I’m really biased towards her because Athena is my favorite goddess -probably could’ve done more for Ares, especially as seeing she’s supposed to be perceptive and a really good judge of character and whatnot 7/10

Daedalus -flinches in fear when Boots says she’s gonna sing a for him, specifically -basically pledges his life to Lizzie in the event the Code Room is attacked so that’s very nice 7/10

Heronian -she’s in a full body cast, but that will not stop her. 8/10

Susannah -can we talk about how she lost both of her siblings and she just keeps trucking along? -REALLY wish we knew more about her -clearly Very Kind. Can you please ask your daughter to be nicer -takes really good care of everyone she comes across :) 8/10

Min -creaky old cockroach dance 9/10

Frill -was cool -taught everyone the marks of secret -taught Hamnet about pacifism and stuff too -I get the feeling she was wayyyyy more important to Hazard and Hamnet and their survival than Gregor’s narrative really dives into 9/10

Mr. Cormaci -nice man. Gave Gregor quarters. 10/10

Gregor’s grandma -cool lady, you can’t deny! -tells Gregor he can’t outrun his issues -has a super cool quilt -who IS Simon??? 10/10

Scalene, Euclidian, Root, Cube, and Newton -felt obligated to include all these kiddos because they are, in fact, named, even though none of them get any dialogue or anything else for that matter, really -Scalene was a little nibbler pup that found her mom in the Arena, Euclidian and Root are two more that the mom was looking for, Newton was one that no one claimed but some other guy was like “any of us will take him” which is :’) but also, so, so sad. -Cube was the pup Luxa named that ended up in the pit in the Firelands -Scalene and Newton survived a genocide and Euclidian which is baller any way you swing it 10/10

Tick -:( :( :( -the selflessness. -I shipped her with Temp when I was 8? I can’t answer for that 10/10

York -LMAOOOO this guy’s a LEGEND -7 ft tall. -fights with a zweihander. -says fuck, canonically. -hosts hundreds of nibbler refugees -very loving uncle to Luxa, helps her learn how to rule - his exasperated affection towards Howard when he finds out Howard stayed in the Firelands even after he got sick was very cute 10/10

Honorable mentions: Perdita and Dulcet Their roles are too big in the last book to be included in this list, but these ladies both get a 10/10.

#ucfw

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cheeky-kookie · 4 years

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The Process of Grief | J.H.S.

Hoseok/Reader | Angst, Fluff | Hoseok x Reader

Word Count: 4.7K

Summary: When you lose someone, some say you go through five stages of grief. Though the stages don’t always go in order, everyone hopes to someday reach the final one, acceptance.

Warnings: | Major Character Death | Mention of Suicide | Destructive Thinking |

A/N: Honestly, I apologize in advance for the tears you might shed in this fic. I just wanted to write something that touched on a heavy subject of losing a loved one. There is a ton of things I thought about while writing this and if you had any questions about why I chose to do things or my artistic choices, please feel free to send me an ask!

Denial

The car’s engine roared to life breaking the silence of the early morning. The sun had just begun to rise, casting a glow on the horizon waking the birds. Normally, this would have been a beautiful experience, but your heart was racing and tears stung your eyes.

You drove absentmindedly and in complete silence, the hum of the running car being the only sound. Everything passed in blurs around you as your mind kept replaying the words of the phone call. Your grip on the steering wheel almost too tight as you fought back the urge to sob.

It only took maybe fifteen minutes to drive to his house, but you sped there making it within ten. Your eyes landed on the vehicles scattered vicariously through the street, light flashing and casting a reddish hue upon the houses.

Opening your door, you got out of your car. You didn’t care that you still wore your pajamas or that your hair probably was sticking up every which way. You were concerned with what was in front of you; your worst fears playing out not in your head but in front of you.

You wandered closer, everything so silent. Neighbors stood out on their porches, curious, but not enough to venture further. You saw uniforms securing the area, entering and exiting the familiar house at the center of the action. That’s when your eyes found familiar faces and your feet steered you there.

Upon seeing you approach, they welcomed you with a comforting hug. Their eyes stained with tears that you seemed not to be able to produce quite yet. They looked as broken as you felt. His mom held you close to her as if clinging for some sort of support to hold her up. His dad held his sister who was hiding her face in his chest.

All of this seemed to be like some bad dream. You felt like you would wake up any second and everything would be just fine. That if you called him when your eyes opened, he would answer with his usual cheery voice, and you would hear his recognizable laugh. You closed your eyes, willing it to be that way; hoping maybe it would just be a nightmare.

When you heard the sob of the women next to you, you opened your eyes. They fell on a stretcher being wheeled out of the house by two men. On it, was a black bag zipped completely closed.

You felt your world shift. It felt like the stretcher moved in slow motion down the walkway as your eyes watched it. The cries of the woman next to you being drowned out as your mind tried to shield you from the raw emotion that bubbled at the surface.

You shook your head, shaking tears free. You refused to believe that it was him. He wouldn’t have thought of doing something like that. He wouldn’t have done that to himself. It wasn’t him being dragged out on the stretcher. It was some random person. You just talked to him yesterday. There was no way.

You told yourself that and you would have believed it, but the way his family was falling apart next to you and the way the two men hoisted the stretcher into the vehicle with less care than usual told you everything you needed to know. He was gone.

Your eyes watched him, the way he smiled and laughed. It was the kind of smile that reached into his eyes and a laugh that infected his whole body. It wasn’t much you assumed, but he found whatever it was hilarious.

He had been that way since the two of you were nothing but children running the streets. He had always been so carefree, filling even the most boring situations with light. It was the way he could see the best in any situation and how he was always able to find the best words to say.

Even know amongst the roaring party, he had the obscure talent of having all eyes on him. It wasn’t that he asked for it, people were just drawn to him and the warmth he emitted. You weren’t surprised to find that a group had formed around him on the couch he had been sitting on, all obviously enthralled with whatever story he had been telling them.

Weaving your way through the crowd, you made your way toward him. Once closer, you saw his attention leave from whoever had his attention as the fell on you. Your heart race as his eyes lit up even more, which seemed impossible, as he waved you over to the open spot he had next to him.

“Ah, there you are!” He announced when you made it into earshot.

Sitting down next to him, he instinctively brought his arms around you pulling you closer to him. Even when he was engrossed with others, he always made you feel slightly more important than the conversation at hand. Whether it be how he always had to have a hand on you or the soft glances he showed you; it was the little things.

He leaned closer to talk into your ear, “I was starting to worry.”

“Hobi, I was only a few minutes. There was a line for the bathroom.” You said back, his head turned so the sound could reach his ears over the loudness of the party.

“Doesn’t mean I’m not allowed to worry,” He mumbled back, barely audible over the music and the yells of beer pong.

Within minutes of your return, he was able to dive back into the conversation. And you continued to watch as his whole body lifted up and down when he got excited and the way he slapped his leg when he found something just too amusing. And you smiled, because this was just how you loved seeing him; happy.

Anger

It wasn’t fair.

You were told that life wasn’t fair ever since you were a small child. You knew that to be a fact and you understood it. You understood that when kids would make fun of you in grade school or when you lost that hula hoop competition to that shady girl you didn’t like when you were six. You understood when you lost your first job because of a complaint from a rude customer or when you got denied from 3 of the 5 major colleges you wanted to attend after community college.

Nothing in life was fair, but as you were hanging up pictures of him on the poster boards at the funeral home you had decided that this was beyond not fair.

Every picture, he was smiling that contagious smile that made anyone with him want to do the same. Photos of him with friends, family, and you scattered around. His life spread out on paper for everyone to see. Looking at them, no one would have guessed he would have done what he had.

You never guessed.

Frustrated, you ran your hand through your hair and set the photos you had in your hand down. Tears brimming your eyes as you stormed out of the room and through the double doors that led outside. You paced, trying to calm yourself down but the more you did, the more upset you got.

The doors opened again, and you stopped only briefly to see who it was. Not caring to give him more than a seconds glance, you started to walk again to try to calm yourself. Jimin had followed you out. He was one of the many friends you both share and one of the few who had offered to help set up the services.

He perched himself against the wall, eyes following you as you paced in front of the building. You were distraught and he knew better than to try and talk to you before you calmed yourself down.

You whirled around looking at him, “This is so stupid.”

“Care to explain?” Jimin responded head cocking to the side in curiosity. Part of you felt like you shouldn’t have to explain. He knew the same man you did.

“It’s just,” You pause as you tried to find the right words and a way to keep your voice stable, “He had everything to live for. He had the job of his dreams. He finally bought a house. He had all the friends he could ask for. Yet, here we are.”

“Just because you have everything doesn’t mean you’re happy.” He said locking eyes, voice somber and detached. You knew he wanted you to absorb the words, words you already knew but were too selfish to listen to.

Blaming him was selfish.

Your tears welled in your eyes, “I’m just so mad at myself. I didn’t see it coming. I should have. He spoke to me the day before and I couldn’t even tell something was wrong. How did I not see this coming Minie?”

The tears fell from your eyes as you stood there. Your composure gone in the matter of seconds. Jimin sighed, holding in his own set of tears as he watched you break in front of him. He walked over to you and pulled you into his arms. You were glad because it felt like your legs would give up on you at any moment.

“It just hurts. It hurts so damn much.”

Jimin hummed, his head buried in your hair as you sobbed into his chest, “I know.”

You sat on your couch, hands typing away on your laptop as you hurried to complete your assignment before the due time the next morning. So engrossed in your work, you barely heard the door to your apartment open. It was more of background noise to the words that were flowing onto the paper.

It explained why you were surprised when a figured jumped over the back of the couch and landed onto the unoccupied end of the couch. Placing your hand on your chest to soothe your beating heart, you looked up from your computer to see Hoseok laughing at your demise.

“That wasn’t funny,” You groaned, kicking him with one of your feet. Despite your protests, he continued to laugh. You weren’t too mad. It was a sound you liked to hear.

After he calmed his laughter, he pulled both of your legs toward him and placed them over his, causing you to slide down slightly in your spot. Readjusting to the new situation, you fixed the position of your laptop as he placed his arms across your legs. One hand found comfort in tailing the bottom half of your leg absentmindedly as you clicked away at your computer.

“So, I got a call today,” He brought up, trailing off just long enough for you to look up from your work and listen to what he had to say, “They offered me the job.”

Your eyes widened as a huge smile crossed your face, “Are you serious? Hobi, you’ve been pining after that job for months. This is big.”

“Well yeah, so naturally, you had to be the first person I told.” He remarked, which made you smile even wider. You closed your laptop and put it on the table before swinging your legs off of him, “What could you possibly be doing?”

“I’m obviously getting dressed so we can go celebrate,” You announced.

He laughed, but it wasn’t one of his loud ones everyone got to see. This one was more of a fond chuckle you’ve only really heard when he was with you. He pulled himself off the couch and closed in the open space between you two. Arms weaved their way around your waist, pulling you even closer to him as his lips pulled into a small smile. His eyes locked on yours.

“I think I’d prefer to celebrate here with you,” He hummed, looking you over.

“That sounds nice,” You replied, following the sway he had begun.

He chuckled yet again as he took a step back, “Then finish your assignment. I’d feel guilty if I was the reason you failed your class.”

Groaning, knowing he was right, you threw yourself down on the couch to finish your paper.

Bargaining

The maybes plagued your thoughts more than you would had liked. You knew dwelling on what could have been was not good for your mental state as it already was fragile. Everything you did reminded you of him and the fact he was missing from your life.

So, you reached out hoping someone would be willing to listen to your thoughts and your feelings. You felt like you bothered Jimin enough with the late phone calls, but there were others who were blessed to know him and to feel his loss.

There you sat waiting at the coffee shop, sipping on a brew you found you didn’t like but you spent the money. So, you decided you were finishing it. You heard the chair pull out opposite of you and you looked up from your hands to see a dimpled smile.

“Late per usual, huh Joonie?” You said, sending him a small smile.

“Can never give me a break, can you?” He joked, and you laughed. It probably didn’t seem sincere, but you were sure he wouldn’t blame you for your lack of enthusiasm.

“Never,” You responded.

You two talked for a bit and you even enjoyed the casual conversation despite where your head had been. Catching up on things you had been missing out of because of the whole ordeal. It was still hard to bring up what happened because your mind would funnel through endless outcomes that could have happened that didn’t involve the one that did.

Namjoon looked out the café window and sighed, “How have you been?”

You knew the question held more meaning that what it sounded like, and honestly, you weren’t sure how to respond. He had been such a prominent person in your life, you were lost trying to find your way without him.

“It’s hard, you know? It’s like, the what if’s keep me up at night. Like if I had spent more time with him, or maybe if I saw the signs beforehand he would still be here. Maybe if I had decided to stay with him that night instead of staying home and working on my applications he wouldn’t have felt alone, and he wouldn’t have…” You trail off, holding back the now forming tears, “I feel like I’m drowning in what could have been.”

“No amount of maybes can change what has happened. Trust me, I think that all the time. Hell, I feel like I could have done more for him,” He paused just a moment to take a sip of his coffee, “But filling your mind with could-have-beens is destructive.”

“I know,” You sighed.

The night was peaceful as you and him sat out on his balcony that hung off the second story of his newly purchased home. He had been so excited about his new big adult buy; one he had been talking about since the two of you could think about the future.

He had always had big dreams. He had dreams that you always knew he could reach even if others didn’t believe he could. It was the undoubtably confident way he just knew whatever he dreamed could and would come true. It was admirable. You thought everyone should dream with no limits.

He stood, walking toward the bars of the balcony. He leaned on it as he looked out onto his backyard. Curious, you followed mirroring the way he leaned forward against the cold metal. You peered up at him and studied his face and the way he seemed distracted.

“Do you remember when we used to go to that restaurant after school?” He asked, eyes finding yours.

“Yeah, of course,” You hummed, feeling fond memories wash over you.

“We used to scrape together all we could throughout the week just to go order that sundae. The waitress probably shouldn’t have served us, but she always did. We would sit and share it and talk about what we would be when we were older.” He said, a small smile on his face.

“You used to talk about buying a house and that really fancy car I could never remember the name of,” You laughed a little at how his talks became a reality, “I mean you don’t have the car but you’re halfway there.”

“I think I specifically telling you that I would buy a house for both of us to live in so we would never lose each other,” He chuckled, the light not seeming to meet his eyes as he thought back on their younger selves, “Obviously, younger me never expected us to be where we are now.”

“Well, we were only eleven.” You pointed out. Laughter flooded the silence of the night as the two of you laughed at the circumstances of where life had led the two of you. It died down moments later as the crickets took control of the sound of the night.

“The offer still stands,” He pointed out, turning sideways to look at you, “Once your lease is up, come live with me.”

Your heart swelled at his words and you felt the sting of tears in your eyes. He had always felt like home no matter where you were. You looked for him in a crowded room when you felt anxious and his voice calmed you when you weren’t of sound mind. The fact he wanted you within arms reach day in and day out was overwhelming in a good way.

“Ah man, don’t cry. I’m aware that I’m annoying and hard to stand but I thought it was kind of sweet.” He said, reaching his arm forward and placing a palm on your cheek. He wiped the one stray tear that had fallen out of your eye away. A soft smile on his face in the process. You leaned into his hand feeling the comfort he always brought to you.

“I can’t let you back out on your word, now can I?” You said, feeling his thumb caress your cheek soothing you even further.

Depression

Even amongst the people you loved, you didn’t feel like you should be there. Usually, you would love these get togethers Jimin threw. He had a knack of drawing out people who always just seemed a tad bit too busy to show up normally. He seemed to have pulled the trick off again, bringing all the close friends together.

You noticed Jungkook in the corner, who you hadn’t seen since the funeral, chatting to Namjoon obviously trying to catch up. He had picked up the habit of traveling, taking him away for days on end. You assumed this was how he was coping.

Jimin sat next to you on the couch in an in-depth conversation with Taehyung and his girlfriend who you’ve met only a few times prior to this. You were always surprised he found time to date with how taxing his editing job had become.

Your attention driven away from the extremely intoxicated man next to you when the front door opened, exposing two new guests. Jin and your female best friend entered. Their faces lighting up when they seen all the familiar faces around the room. You gave a weak smile at the couple. They shot you one back before joining Yoongi in the corner where the open chairs laid.

You sat there watching everyone interact and enjoy themselves, but you, you felt empty and out of place. You loved every single person in the room but in no way did it feel complete. It panged at your heart and willed your eyes to well up.

You got up from your seat, excusing yourself to the bathroom. Once there, you locked the door and stared at yourself in the mirror. You were a mess and you looked the part. Your eyes always puffy from the late-night cries and the lack of sleep. The person you saw in the mirror wasn’t you. The person in the mirror was a broken, off brand form of yourself.

Tears fell from your eyes as you sobbed to your reflection. You knew you weren’t yourself. You were closed off and emotionless, yet, so undeniably full of emotion at the same time. All you wanted was someone to comfort you and hold you but the idea of anyone trying to do that repulsed you all the same.

You had given up on blaming yourself and the what if’s. None of that changed what had happened. None of that changed what you were feeling. It just fed into the delusion. Now you were stuck with the cold hard truth; he was gone.

A knock on the door signaled another presence.

You sniffled, “Yeah?”

“Are you okay?” The voice echoed in, you deciphered as Jungkook’s.

You closed your eyes letting the rest of the tears come out. Wiping your cheeks, you tied to hide all evidence that you were indeed crying in the bathroom in the middle of a party. Especially a party where everyone was supposed to have a good time.

“Listen, if you don’t-“ You heard him began but you hurriedly opened the door which cut him off mid-sentence. You saw his eyes soften from worry to understanding as he looked in your eyes, “I didn’t mean to interrupt like that. I was just worried.”

“I’m okay,” You answered softly, avoiding eye contact.

He scratched the back of his head looking away from you as well, “Ever since what happened, I just- you didn’t answer when I- I just wanted to make sure you were okay. I know I haven’t been around, but I care.”

A lump in your throat formed as you forced yourself to stay strong. The look in his eyes not only filled with concern, but fear.

“I would never-“ You struggled to find your voice, “I know you care. Thanks for worrying Kook.”

He gave a soft smile before following you back to join the party.

It was late and the smell of the fire hugged the air, engulfing your clothes and your senses in it’s smell. The idea to camp had been Namjoon’s, but he had been backed up by Jungkook and Taehyung pretty quickly after it had been suggested.

It took a good amount of the day to set up tents and supplies. Some had more issues than others. Jimin, being klutz, had tripped over the rods causing the whole tent to fall and Taehyung to be unhappy he had to help him rebuild it again. Jin and Jungkook had teamed up, dominating the tent and being the first to mess with starting a fire. It left Namjoon with Yoongi who seemed to be the one who least wanted to be on the outing. He ended up leaving the set up all up to Joon who somehow had broke the zipper to one of the doors of his tent.

Obviously with the overwhelming amount of testosterone, anyone would have noticed this was supposed to be a men’s outing. Yet, Hobi didn’t want to go without you. He claimed it was because it wouldn’t be the same without you there, but you knew that was his way of saying he would miss you.

So, there you sat with everyone in the middle of the campsite with a roaring fire warming your body as the bond you all shared warmed your hearts.

“Did anyone want smores?” Taehyung asked, grabbing a bag of marshmallows from behind him with a slight toss, catching them in his hand with a cheeky smile.

Yoongi, who had been leaned back against one of the fallen logs you all had dragged around the fire, reached out one of his hands lazily, “Stick me.”

His demand being of his usual nature but the phrase being very out of it. Everyone found it hilarious as Jimin found one of the pokers handing it to him so he could cook over the fire. Yoongi mocked the laughs as he proceeded to do what he intended; cook a smore.

You looked over at Hoseok. His laugh echoed through the trees and it sounded just as bright as always but for the first time since you met him, it didn’t seem to reach his eyes. You wondered if he was just tired and it was taking a toll. His new job being taxing, it was the rational conclusion.

You leaned your head against his arm, cuddling close to him. You had the warmth of the fire to keep you warm, but he warmed you in ways the fire couldn’t. Noticing, he peered down at you before readjusting his arm to wrap around you pulling you even closer to him.

Acceptance

You rushed, pushing the pedal down a little more hoping the extra gas given to your own car would will the others into moving faster. You had woken up late for work and hurried getting ready. Somehow you managed to leave your place around the same time you normally did, but traffic was not on your side.

Sighing as a slower moving car merged in front of you, you slowed your cars speed. You glanced at the clock. You weren’t behind but if you kept getting cut off like that, you would be.

Frustrated, you started flipping through the channels of the radio trying to find something to fill the silence of the car and to distract you from your thoughts and worries. You were about to flip the channel again when the song registered into your still sleepy brain.

You felt the familiar sting in your eyes. The song you had stumbled upon on the radio taking you back to a fond memory.

He had insisted on coming over to your place to cook dinner even though his new house had a kitchen much more spacious than yours. He declared it was his gift to you because you had finally submitted that ten-page essay you had been working on for weeks. He had forbidden you from stepping foot in kitchen as he cooked for you.

After the dinner, you found yourself in his arms swaying as the music slowly did its own dance around the two of you. It was slow and you didn’t really know how to dance but he led you which drained all worry from your mind.

He stared into your eyes, but it was a different look than he normally gave you. This one was filled with unspoken emotion, full of intensity.

“What?” You asked, genuinely curious of the look he had been giving you.

“It’s nothing, just admiring you.” He responded, voice low as he refused to be louder than the soft playing music.

“That can’t just be it,” You replied as you kept his eyes with yours.

He took a steady breath, “I just wanted you to know you are one of the only reasons I smile.”

“You smile all the time.” You told him, eyes watching his as he took in your words. The way his eyes kept with yours and the softness they held in them made you realize there might have been truth in the words he had just told you.

“It’s different with you,” He said, the corners of his mouth pulling upwards, “I just really love you, you know that?”

His words come off deeper than usual as you could tell he was holding back whatever emotions he had been overcome with. You leaned your head down to rest on his chest as the two of you swayed to the same slow song.

“I know,” You said, you felt his lips press a gentle kiss on your head, “I love you too.”

You listened to the lyrics at the low volume you had the radio on, taking in that it was really the song. You took a deep breath, the stinging in your eyes disappearing as you slowly turned up the music. You smiled fondly, the song bringing comfort to you.

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why is there so much denial of Will being gay?? Like, nothing Will has done has shown him to be anytging but possibly gay. Like, nobody thinks he'z gay because he's a nerd that doesn't have a girlfriend!! We think he's gay because of all the fucking subtext!!!!

There are a few reasons for this, and they’re all (for the most part) rooted in homophobia. 1) There are those who (may or may not) notice the subtext, but ignore it with the excuse of “he’s too young; stop sexualizing him!”. All while shipping lumax, and mileven. Whether they want to admit it or not, this is homophobic! They view (subconscious or otherwise) being queer as inherently sexual, dirty, and adult. And that only straight relationships can be pure and innocent and based on compatible personalities. Straight kids can have innocent crushes (but in their eyes) queer kids can’t- they may not even exist, to them.

2) There are some mileven shippers (who whether they want to admit it) hate Will, because the possibility he has powers or is gay- threatens their precious het ship. Because a lot of them don’t see El as her own person (just a part of their ship) or a vessel for being a badass with powers. They don’t appreciate her for the nuanced character she is. They either get angry at the idea of Will being gay or having powers, or are only happy with him being queer if he’s sad and in an unrequited one-sided love/ or is single forever. Or they’ll say “why don’t you just ship him with someone else… like Dustin?” Ignoring the fact Dustin hasn’t been queer coded like Mike (or had romantically coded scenes with Will), or that people ship byler for Will and Mike, not cause it’s simply m/m. I mean, can you imagine byler shippers saying ‘Just ship El with Dustin, it’s a guy and girl… it’s practically the same thing”? No, of course not! It shows their bias- and how they feel privileged and entitled to their straight ship even though there are millions of similar ships in media to choose from- unlike queer ships which are far and few in between. However, we’re supposed to be the ones who pick another option- and are told our ships are ‘all the same’. Whether they are aware of this bias, they consider queer ships a joke, and all the same.

3) Those who relate to Will and his struggles, hate the idea of relating to a queer character. There is a reason why shows like ‘Will &Grace’ in the 90s were popular, but even today the second a character who people assumed was straight is revealed as lgbt+ viewers get angry! It’s because they feel ‘tricked’ into liking, relating and empathizing with a character that they would otherwise have immediately put in a ‘box’ and distanced themselves from . Whether they are aware of it or not, they would immediately attribute stereotypes to them and never try to empathize with them, because ‘they’re gay, and ‘how can I relate to that’? They don’t want to relate to them (because subconscious or otherwise) they think being gay is bad or just too foreign.They don’t see queer people as full-fledged people. They’re just gay- nothing more.

Which is why when they angrily say “he’s just afraid to grow up, HE’S NOT GAY!” They are essentially saying a gay, abused kid, who has ptsd, and was violated by the MF (and was also hinted m**ested by Lonnie too) can’t be afraid to grow up, since he lost his childhood. Only straight people have these type of human-fears and characterizations!

Forget the fact, that Will also wouldn’t want to grow up- because than he’d have to acknowledge his sexuality (at a time where all you heard about gay men was they were evil , mentally ill, going to hell and dying of aids as a punishment by god). Not to mention Will’s ptsd and the fact he lost 2 years of his childhood on top of that.He even says “I’m not … going to fall in love” (not convincingly) , right after the movie date with Mike.

4) They’re so used to straight media, and everyone being presumed straight and having media catered to them (the straight audience)- That they’ll ignore or miss every hint there is a queer character.

So what are the hints of Will being gay (or at least- some other lgbt identity.

Called many homophobic slurs since s1 ( specifically ”queer, fag, fairy, and gay”) by his dad and bullies. Jonathan in s1 tells Will to “not like things just because people tell you you’re supposed to, especially not him” ( ‘him’ referring to their dad). Is positioned behind a rainbow apple poster in the av room (ref. to Alan Turning the gay creator of computers), dances with a girl with a rainbow hair-clip, has rainbow bandaids, has his mom says she’s ”so proud” (lgbt+ pride ref) of the rainbow ship he drew . When Will disparages himself as a “freak”, Jonathan asks Will, who would you rather be friends with- David Bowie (who was openly bi since the 70s) or Kenny Rogers? Will says Bowie, and Jonathan agrees saying “see, it’s no contest”. In the pitch to netflix the Duffers described Will as having “sexual identity issues”. In the leaked s2 snowball script it says “he’s not looking at the cute girl- but Mike.”

All of s2 directly paralleled ‘romantic s1 mileven scenes’ to ‘supposedly platonic byler scenes’. No joke, they had identical scenes, with almost identical framing and dialogue, but it’s all dismissed as friendship (even though the scenes are identical).Byler was also paralleled to Jancy, Stancy, Jopper, bob/joyce and others. . You can headcannon Will as whatever you want, but like it or not- Will is queer and m/m! We could debate his exact queer sexual identity , but Will was never written and will never be written to be ‘straight’! Stay mad!

If Will was Wilma, the majority of the fandom would be byler shippers. Think about it! Mike having byler scenes that are identical to s1 mileven scenes, and then additional unique byler scenes. Mike staying by Wilma’s side 24 hours a day for several days (not even changing clothes), carrying her out of the hospital, grabbing her hand (with a zoom in shot),constantly asking her if she’s okay at least 5-7 times, putting his arm around her twice, being the only one who could tell something was off with her (and it wasn’t her normal type of quiet). Calling and running all the way to her house and banging on the door to check on her, desperate. Proclaiming “i’m the only one who cares about Wilma!” Watching her sleep cause he’s so worried, that shed scene reminiscing about how they first met in perfect detail, saying “I asked, I asked if you wanted to be my friend. You said yes, you said yes. It was the best thing I’ve ever done. (like a marriage proposal)” The “crazy together” scene. Them being close since they were 5 vs the girl he knew for a week (but is somehow in love with?). If the witness said about El in s1 , “ same height… it could be the Byers girl”, instead of ‘boy’ (pointing out the resemblance). Mike getting into fights and getting upset (almost crying) about the bullies insulting Wilma. Mike having a whole binder of her drawings and caressing one of the drawings, after he thinks she died. Being the only one of her friends to stay awake at the hospital, waiting for her to wake up- so he can see her and hug her first. Almost everyone would be team byler if Will was a girl- they probably would of started shipping it the second Wilma stared at him and was the only one who didn’t lie to him, in the first ep! Another parallel to El!

And again think about s3 if Will was a girl.They paralleled the (comedic) mileven breakup vs (the sad/serious) byler breakup. Then Mike just complained and burped on the couch vs apologizing to Willma multiple times/even going into a storm to apologize a 2nd time (and to ‘talk’). Willma having a breakdown over the fight vs El laughing and high five-ing Max after.The shed vs the pool shed scene- “best thing I’ve ever done” vs “you’re the most important thing in the world to me”, “blank makes you crazy’ (as El stares confused) vs “crazy together’ (where Wilma says ‘yeah, crazy together). Mike going on ‘movie dates with Willma all the time’ right after making out with El. The last mileven kiss where Mike has his eyes open the whole time, doesn’t kiss back, and says he doesn’t remember saying “I love her” to El (and doesn’t say ‘I love you’ back). Right after having a talk with Wilma about playing games when she comes back (the crux of their fight). Mike getting excited that he’ll be able to visit El and Wilma on Thanksgiving and them visiting him on Christmas (those are holidays where family usually introduces their S.O.) Having the last scene of Mike, be him looking back at Wilma’s house, and have that whole monologue in that scene be about “feelings changing”, and then he goes to hug his mom like the s1 byler scene where he thought Wilma was dead. And that’s not even all the scenes- and every time byler won by a landslide. If Will was a girl, it would be obvious writing on the wall, that Mike would eventually choose Wilma over El by the end of the series.

But since they are 2 boys, we’re delusional, because queer kids don’t exist … apparently.

#byler #byeler #will byers

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what really happened: a memoir from the apocalypse: part 2

Chapter 6: Childproof

Tears chilled my face and sweat stuck to my back as I sat on the counter. My legs ached and felt like they were going to fall off. I closed my eyes, and my back trembled as I exhaled. I blacked out. I brought myself back. "I—is Carl gonna die?"

"We're gonna do everything we can, honey, okay?" When the woman finished scanning me for scratches, cuts, or bites, she handed me a glass of water. "My name's Maggie."

My arm shook, and I almost dropped the glass. I held it close to my mouth and felt sick to my stomach. "My mom just died. Carl's gonna die..." My brain didn't register the words that left my mouth.

I pushed myself off the counter when I heard Carl scream from the other room.

The strangers circled around the bed as Carl sobbed in agony.

The old man looked to Shane. "You! Hold him down."

Shane knelt by the side of the bed and held Carl down by his chest. His stomach was opened, and blood sat on top of it. The old man scraped his insides. Carl's cry for help was continuous. I tried to move away from the door, but my legs locked in place. I was conscious, but as good as blacked out, and the scene knocked the wind out of me. Maggie placed her hand on the top of my head, then moved to the bed to help.

"STOP! YOU'RE KILLING HIM!" Rick shouted.

"Rick! Do you want him to live?"

"He needs blood," Maggie said.

"DO IT NOW!" Shane yelled.

The old woman stuck a needle in Rick's arm. Carl went quiet, then fell asleep.

Shane shook his head and tapped Carl's arm. "Wait, what, is he?"

"He just passed out." The old man used a metal tool to pull a tiny bullet fragment out of him. "One down. Five to go."

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That night:

The Monopoly board and cards were laid on the table. I pretended like I knew the instructions; but was tired and slow. I leaned my face into my fist. "If we're all gonna die, what's the point?"

"We're not gonna die," Glenn said. "We've lost people. A lot of them. People important to us. But we can't give up. Things are scary now, but we keep fighting, because they didn't get to. Your mom told you to be strong. You've gotta stand by that. We could be the ones to see when things get better."

"Does Andrea even know about Carl?" I asked.

"She knew finding Sophia was important to your mom. That's why she's out there. She knows you're safe. She asked me to keep an eye on you, so that's what I'm gonna do."

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The next morning:

I crossed my legs on the chair by the kitchen table, and drank a glass of tea that Patricia, the old woman and accidental shooter's wife made. It was bitter, but the thought of water bored me. The shooter was named Otis. He stepped up and accepted the blame, and went out with Shane the night before to get medical supplies. Shane came back, but a walker attacked Otis on the run. Patricia tried to keep herself busy so she wouldn't go mad.

The front door opened.

"Mallory?"

I didn't respond.

"Mallory, honey?" Andrea walked into the kitchen. "Oh, thank God."

I crossed my arms and wouldn't take my eyes off the table. "So I guess Sophia's more important than me."

"What?"

"My mom just died yesterday. Then my friend got shot, pretty soon after. He could die. He probably will. You didn't maybe wanna be here with me, for that?"

She was silent.

"Don't act like you care about me."

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The lamp on the night-stand shone in the dark room. I sat beside Carl's bed and folded my hands on my lap. "You have to get better, Carl. You have to. After all the people that... You were always there, after Phoebe and my dad weren't, when Andrea wasn't. For a while after my mom... The only thing that's always been there was you. I don't have anyone else. We need to fight, I know that. But I can't do that without you."

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2 days later:

I dug into the mud with my fingers. The tall grass itched my legs and gave them red spots. Carl sat next to me, and the chickens clucked inside the barn shed behind us. I unwrapped a Mounds bar, and Carl tore a piece off of it.

"Did you think I wasn't gonna make it?" he asked.

"Everything that's happened... it's like my mind's starting to react less and less to stuff. I don't wanna say I've gotten used to things... but maybe I have. I'm never gonna see Phoebe and my dad again, even if they're alive. I know that now. With everyone else, it was quick. It was done. After my aunt, I learned not to even guess about it. But with you, seeing you on the bed, still breathing after you were shot... When Hershel kept trying to save you but couldn't say whether or not it would work... It drove me crazy not knowing. It kept lingering on and on. I knew I couldn't lose you, but waiting to hear whether or not I would... it was hard."

"I never got to tell you that I'm sorry about your mom. I was fine, I am now. We are gonna find your dad and Phoebe. We're gonna find Sophia too. We're gonna stay here. We're your family now."

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I laid in the hammock near the tree and was still enough to keep it steady.

Andrea walked over to me. "Sit up. We should be safe here, but in case something comes, you need to be at the right angle."

I ignored her and kept swinging.

"How do you feel about going to gun training with us? Maybe even owning one?" she asked.

I stared into the empty sky that was dark enough not to blind me. "It's necessary. So I will."

"Carl's going with us. He'll protect you," she said, poking fun at me.

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The next day:

I sat at the table next to Carl, Rick, and Lori, in front of the big tree. Carol cooked us eggs and sausage over the fire. Andrea sharpened her knife.

Glenn stood in front of us and hesitated. "Um, guys... so..."

We stared at him and waited for him to spit it out.

"The barn is full of walkers."

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Shane ran to the porch. He carried a stash of guns, and handed one to each of the adults. Carl and I hurried down the steps.

Lori stepped in front of Shane to stop him. "Rick said no guns, this is not your call. This is not your decision to make."

"Give Mallory a gun. She needs one," Andrea told him.

I took the gun with both hands.

T-Dog looked out into the distance. "Oh, shit."

Hershel, Jimmy, and Rick had walkers attached to poles, and walked them like dogs on a leash. Shane ran towards them. Lori held Carl and I back, while the rest of the adults followed him. Shane yelled at Rick and Hershel, trying to stop the parade. The fighting escalated. Lori, Carl, and I ran towards the group.

"Talk about what, Rick?" Shane said. "These things ain't sick. They're not people. They're dead! Ain't gotta feel nothing for them 'cause all they do, they kill! These things right here, they're the things that killed Amy! That killed Krista! They killed Otis! They're gonna kill all of us." He pulled out his gun. "Hey Hershel man, let me ask you something. Could a living, breathing person, could they walk away from this?" He shot the walker attached to Hershel's pole. The walker swung back, unaffected.

"Stop it!" Rick yelled.

"That's three rounds in the chest. Could someone who's alive, could they just take that? Why is it still coming?" He shot it again. "That's its heart, its lungs. Why is it still coming?!"

I ran to Glenn and Maggie. Maggie looked at the ground, unable to watch. She moved me behind her.

"Shane, enough!" Rick yelled.

"Yeah, you're right, man. That is enough." Shane moved close enough to the walker to shoot it in the head. It finally stopped. "Enough risking our lives for a little girl who's gone! Enough living next to a barn full of things that are trying to kill us! Now if y'all wanna live, if you wanna survive, you've gotta fight for it! I'm talking about fighting right here, right now." He ran towards the barn and banged against the door with his axe.

"No, Shane. Do not do this, brother! Wait!" Rick yelled. "Please! This is not the way! Please!"

"Don't do it!" Glenn yelled.

"Rick!" Lori yelled.

The door opened, and the walkers fled through. One with blue overalls was the first to walk out. Andrea ran to the front of the barn with her gun, and Daryl and T-Dog followed. The walkers' heads splattered like paint cans.

"Maggie..." Glenn cried.

Maggie cried and gave him a nod. "It's okay."

He ran to help. I got my gun ready and began to follow him.

Maggie grabbed me. "No! Stay here."

The gunshots turned into an explosion. The walkers stopped coming. Shane turned his head to look at Rick. Maggie held onto Hershel's shoulders and cried as he stared in shock.

They aimed their guns again. I recognized Sophia's tennis shoes. She bowed her head, covered her face, then stared at us, scrunching her face and growling. Her eyes were dimmed out. Her skin was pale and brownish from dirt. Blood was speckled on her face and shoulders. Carol ran for her and cried her name, and Daryl caught her. Rick moved closer to her and aimed his gun. Maggie covered my eyes. A gunshot sounded.

#the walking dead #carlgrimes #lori grimes #rick grimes #andrea #sophia peletier #carol peletier #daryldixon #glennrhee #maggie greene #hershel greene #beth greene

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xsecretblastsx · 4 years

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1x09 - Blair Waldorf must pie!

Once again this took way longer than I wanted to. I guess it has a lot to do that this part of S1 is full of episodes that I loved and also are kind of important so I just feel that I have to be really in the mood to watch them with my full attention.

Anyway, enough about me, here’s the recap for this one after the break.

Thoughts I had while watching the episode

Loving the flashback of Serena in her wild days and Blair looking after her.

This flashback kind of messes up the timeline though. Because we’re told Serena was gone for a year, but that’s clearly not the case here.

Dan get’s to be Serena’s knight in shiny armor, great. To bad for him she was wasted.

How long ago was it that Blair’s dad been gone? Probs like quite a few months and he hasn’t come to visit her?

I mean I get that Dan is pissed with his mom, but that guilt comment was harsh

Harold Waldorf’s pumpkin pie, I don’t know if anyone has read as much fanfic as I have but this pie, is quite the celebrity.

The oh so casual mention that Blair takes Lexapro :/

Serena trying (and failing) to be casual when asking what Chuck’s doing today.

I think this is the first time that Serena (and later Nate) point out that Chuck and Blair are friends, considering they all were, this must mean that they were somehow closer friends.

This fight is such a clear example of how Blair and Serena go from besties to enemies in 5 seconds flat.

This one though is kind of funny to me in the way Serena’s like “I won’t judge” and then does exactly that.

Somehow Blair I don’t believe you when you say you don’t like Chuck’s natural musk, just a hunch.

I kind of feel Serena’s way of aproaching this topic was not the best, though to be fair Blair’s also really hard to approach.

Lilly how much I missed you last episode

Seeing Llily, Eric and Serena in Chinatown is giving me life for some reason

So by thanksgiving sophomore year Blair was already in recovery from her ED, she was really young when she started then.

Wow, “not this one Harold, we have to go together” this line implies so much and I can’t believe I never noticed before

Blair sending Nate to deal with Serena it’s interesting, because I wouldn’t imagine her being naive enough to not noticed Nate’s interest in Serena, granted she trusted them, but still

I love Dorota, always there for Blair, always loyal.

The mood at Nate’s thanksgiving dinner is so misserable.

Lily, Allison’s and Rufus faces are priceless. Let the drama begin!

“Oh the blond you stalk at school” really they told us and we didn’t listen!!!

Not that didn’t earned herself the harsh comment but, “he didn’t left us, he left you” kind of made me feel bad for Eleanor

Forget it, she was really insentive, and Blair’s face when she grabbed that pie is just heartbreaking.

I can’t believe I forgot about her throwing up incident after that dinner with Nate in the pilot... like wow.

Do you need to go with her? sorry Allison

This dinner is hilariously akward. Sorry Jenny, but I don’t think that song was about your mom.

This is one of my favorite Serante scenes, it’s so them.

Honestly this show needed more flashblacks. I love knowing more about their friendship pre series.

Nate thinking of calling Blair and then Serena, and realizing he can’t is the first time I think he truly gets how he really messed it up

It’s so weird now to see Blai’rs bathroom with the door conecting it to the other room.

Allison calling her character in a play Milly in reference to Lily sheds a bit of ligh in Dan’s abbilities in naming characters.

The captain reached rock bottom, poor Nate.

I wonder though if Anne was the one with the money, and yet Nate’s last name is prestigious, does that mean The Captain family had lost their money at some point and the only thing that remain was their last name?

I should have mentioned it before but Blair looks incredibly pretty this episode, and the dress is one of my all time favorites.

“But we’re not related” give it time Dan, give it time

Hi Cedric.

“Only a woman that had satisfied her sexual appetite in her youth could have married some of your step fathers” auch

And so Rufly ends... for now

Eleanor talking about the divorce paper and how she feels and how she acted because of it, reminded of a certain scene in S5. Blair’s truly her mother daughter.

The end of that flashback felt so much like this is why they say ignorance is Bliss. Except for Serena things are better for her now.

The New York setting makes this show even more awsome, that shot with the Bridge and the Manhattan skyline in the background while Dan’s family is having a merry old time is gorgeous.

So this episode was so good, it gave a lot of background information and added much more depth to some of the main characters, particularly Blair. But also Nate. I was really suprised by the amount of stuff I didn’t remember about this particular episode, so in that sense this feel like this is the episode I’ve enjoyed the most during my rewatch.

Having a flashback was easily the best part of this episode in the sense that it gives us a clear idea of how things were before the series and how disaster was brewing just beneath the surface. What a diference a year makes.The previous thanksgiving was at the height of Serena’s wild days, and it’s sad to see how her life was pretty much a never ending haze of parties and alcohol, she may be acting goofy but it’s an empty happiness and it let’s you feeling like this is the only way she can deal with her life. And always looking after her is Blair.

The Blair of a year before seems really happy, she’s on the road of recovery from her eating disorder, her parents are together, her mother is showing actually some concern for her, and Nate is still a loving boyfriend. And yet in many ways this is all a lie. Her parent’s marriage is just a charade, Eleanor’s comment asking Harold not to go after Roman, is so telling and it makes me wonder how long did Eleanor knew her husband was gay? that must have been such a burden for her, and it’s probably the reason why she was so focused in her work and wanted everything else to be perfect, in some ways it also explains her treating of Blair, wrong as it was.

Also the timing of this makes me kind of mad at Harold, he’s always comes across as the nice good parent, but this episode makes it really obvius how much his absence hurt Blair. Think about it. When the show starts it’s established that a few months before Harold had left his wife and the country in favor for a life in Paris with another man. So considering that november the previous year (only a year before the current episode) is the first time Harold hears about Roman this means he decided to leave his family for a guy he had just meth a few months before, I guess he must have really fallen in love and really quickly, and I understand his need to live a free life, but what a shock it must have been for Blair and how unloved she must have felt that his father was leaving her in New York with a mother that was incredibly hard on her, for a guy he just met. And this at a time when she was still recovering.

There’s also the Nate-Serena-Blair issue. At some poing after Thanksgiving, the Shepperd Wedding happened, which means like I mentioned before that Serena was gone less than a year, and the way Blair encouraged Nate to help her with Serena means that even if she may have suspect Nate’s interest in Serena she still believed that Nate did love her and that Serena would never do that to her and therefore she wasn’t worried about it. Blair doesn’t trust easily and in this case she did and it end ups with her being betrayed, and yet it was a long time coming. Just as I mentioned in previous recaps that there was lowkey something to Blair and Chuck’s friendship, the same can be said about Nate and Serena, I don’t like to mention at least not much future events in these recaps but really compare this scene of Nate and Serena goofing around in the bathroom with any of their scenes in the second half of S3 and they’re really similar, same vibe and chemistry. Nate and Blair goodbye at the end of the flashback even if he gaves her a kiss and calls her sweetheart, seems so lacking in comparison to his previous moment with Serena, and yet Blair smiles and it’s really happy about her life.

So all of this shows how much she had been hurting at the start of the show, her father gone, her best friend gone and a distant boyfriend who by this point couldn’t hide his interest in Serena coming across by how afected he was by her absence, and when the show starts it gets even worse. All the flashbacks of Blair dealing with food and even throwing up once when she was trying to forgive Nate his infidelity show us the depth of her problems and suffering and helps us to understand her so much more and feel for her. And in her moment of weakness she calls Serena, the fight at the star of the episode was a way of letting us know that in some ways Blair hasn’t let go completely of her betreyal and yet how easily their dissagrements go out of the picture the moment they really need each other, is such a deep friendhip, and yet how conflicting it must be for Blair to love and need so much a person who in many ways is a reminder of how things have gone wrong in the last year.

That is the crux about their friendship, they’re both there for each other when it really matters but it’s undenaible that they have hurt each other deeply, even without meaning too, Serena is a the root of some of Blair self steem issues, is not her fault but it has done Blair incredibly damage, at the same time Blair may be always there for Serena looking after her, but she’s frequently incredible cruel with her at times without a real reason beyond a missplaced sense of hurting her too, which causes scenes like their fight this episode where Serena tries to be a friend, becomes a little judgy and Blair overreacts and Serena understandably fights back... it’s a really complex relationship, and one of the aspects of the show that make’s it stand out.

Lastly, this episode is a good reminder of how ultimetly Ruflly and Derena can’t really function at the same time without it being weird for everyone involved, it also establishes the similitudes between both relationships, a warning of how things could end for Dan and Serena if they’re not careful, and this is only the start. Nate’s storyline this episode was super sad, last episode had him standing up to his parents, this one finally gets him to have some honest conversations with them, and while it hurts is nice to see him finally get to that moment. It’s a moment of real growth for him. It also gives some interesting background to his family history, about how Anne’s family (the Vanderbilts) are the real force behind his family life, the house, his father job... everything was given by the Vanderbilts. It makes me wonder a lot about the Captain’s family, and his history with Anne: did the captain came from a family with a prestigious Last name but that had lost their money at some point?, or was he an upstart? I can’t see snobish Anne falling in love with a nobody, but who nows.

Also, not that noticible at this point of the show beyond the paralles between Dan & Serena and Rufus and Lily, but in the last two episode some scenes of Eleanor and the captain had reminded me of future scenes and situations and Nate and Blair having similar reactions. Anyway I love this episode, the then and now, and how much more there is to these characters.

Random bits:

This is the first direct mention of Blair having an eating dissorder (not sure though, this is why I wanted to be faster with these recaps, so I don’t forget details)

Dorota’s wearing a themed apron, how cute

First mention of the Snowflake Ball, I like consistency hahaha.

Nate’s house look lovely, not sure if these are the real interiors of the house, probably not, but I did read somewhere the house used to be on rental? can’t remember.

There was a picture behind Jenny while they were having dinner of a kid wearing a suit, I know the cast used some actual photos of the cast as kids, so I don’t know if the kid is Penn but god the kid is so cute.

I’m not a New Yorker, but that place where Dan and his family are playing it’s really changed now isn’t it? There’s this guy called Action Kid in youtube and he was amazing videos about New York, and of this location in particular if my memory serves me right.

And because we rarely got to see Serena in her wild days, I feel I should end this post with just that.

#gossip girl #gossip girl recap #gossip girl rewatch #1x09 #blair waldorf must pie

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snortyport · 3 years

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Trapped - JJK Chapter Short

Pairing- Noah x Haley

A/N- I wanted to write a short piece about two of my favourite characters. I’m struggling with starting the next chapter but I really wanted to write something. Please enjoy this extra chapter and I hope you like them as much as I do!

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“Noah! Shut up!” Haley says trying not to laugh.

“What? I’m serious!” he exclaims, trying to hide his smile. “When I was nine my dad took me out camping and left me there!”

“No way! That did not happen,” she laughs, as she looks over the various tools in the garage. If she could only figure out what is wrong with the quad, she could save everyone, and Miss YN wouldn’t have to worry so much.

“It did! it was in the spring when I was in grade three. I missed three days of school!” he exclaims.

“How is that possible? What happened?” she asks incredulously. She grabs a screwdriver and goes to stand in front of the quad again. She starts fiddling with the screws that are connecting wires to the battery.

“We had been camping that weekend and when I woke up on the Sunday he was gone and all that was left at our campsite was my stuff,” he says, watching her unscrew the screws and then tightening them again.

She had been fiddling with the quad all day; checking the oil, getting under it to check the undercarriage. She’s done everything her dad had taught her and yet she can’t find anything wrong with it. She can’t go back in for the day with no good news. Her mother wouldn’t stand it if she failed something. She always needs to have perfect grades, and perfect attendance, and be captain of all the sports teams she’s on. Her whole life she’s needed to be perfect.

Her dad was her only saving grace. He had wanted sons but had three girls instead. That didn’t stop him from teaching them everything he would have taught a son though. And when Haley’s oldest sister won a welding award at school, he was so proud, he shed a small tear and wasn’t ashamed of the fact. He didn’t treat them like fragile things that need to be the best at everything. He was happy when they were happy.

“Can you look for an outlet so I can plug in that charger over there?” she interrupts him.

“Sure,” he goes around the room, looking under the tables and behind the junk piled in the room. “I don’t see one,” he mumbles.

“Hm, that’s weird. Most people build garages with plugins,” she says putting her hands on her hips.

Noah stares at her in fascination. Her hair is tied back, and she’s got dirt or oil smudged on her cheek and her shirt. He’s never met a girl so into mechanics before, into getting so dirty from working with her hands. He’s had a crush on her since they were both still in elementary school but with her being a grade older, they were never in the same circles and never hung out.

Now that they’re here and talking, his crush has only increased. Noah always thought she was nice, she never took part in the bullying he got and if she was around when Will would torment him, she’d put a stop to it right away. To say he only cared about her a little bit would be an understatement. Noah never had a relationship before but the feeling he feels for Haley has to be pretty close to love now that he’s gotten to know her.

“Anyway, go on with your story Noah,” she urges, as she looks around the garage herself. “So, you woke up with nothing but your bag?”

“Uh, yeah. I thought something had happened so I started following the trail we used to get there but I got lost somehow and wandered farther and farther away from camp and our house. By the time it started getting dark I realized something was wrong because it shouldn’t have taken that long to get back home,” he blushes lightly while leaning against the one table.

“And you were nine?” she asks, coming to stand beside him. “What did you do?”

“Well I set my tent back up, started a small fire, and ate the last of the food I had brought,” he shrugs. “My dad taught me how to survive out in the woods so it didn’t even faze me.”

“Wow, that’s kind of incredible, Noah. I wouldn’t know what to do if I was out here alone and I’m eighteen. I can’t believe you did that when you were nine,” she says.

“It took three days for my dad to find me because every morning, I’d pack up my gear and start walking in what I thought was the right way. I’d walk until the sun started going down, I’d set up camp, and then go and forage for food,” he says, staring off into a faraway memory. “He was so mad at me. He told me I should have just stayed at the camp because that’s what you’re supposed to do when something goes wrong. ‘You stay at the camp if there’s been an emergency,’” he says in a deep voice to mimic his dad. “He wanted to test me to see how well I remembered everything he had taught me up to that point. I unknowingly took it one step further by wandering. He was so mad when he found me,” he says, blowing a quick breath through his teeth. “I realize now it’s because he was scared… After my mom died, he got so worried about something happening to me so he made me learn survival skills. Which it’s a good thing he did though since we actually needed them.”

Haley takes the time to openly stare at him while he’s talking and focused on that memory. She’s always known him but never took the time to get to know or appreciate him. She doesn’t think anyone has. The only time Noah was ever mentioned in school was about how weird he is. But now that Haley’s gotten to know him, she knows everyone is wrong. He was dealt a hard hand in life, with his mom dying when he was young and growing up with his survival is everything dad, and keeps to himself, but that doesn’t make him weird. He’s funny and protective and so different from the other guys at their school, she’d even say he’s so different from anyone she’s met. He’s got a cool head and such a logical way of thinking about things.

Being around Will and his friends have shielded you from Noah’s subtle good looks. He’s no where near as tall as them, only being a few inches taller than Haley, and he doesn’t fill out his clothes the same way they do, but there’s a different kind of strength to him. He’s small and slender where the hockey players are bulky and broad shouldered. It’s a shame she’s never noticed just how good looking he is before.

“What?” Noah asks, turning his head to look at her, his cheeks still tinged pink.

“Um… I was just thinking how attractive I think you are,” she giggles nervously. His cheeks flame a brilliant shade of red as his eyes widen in shock.

“Me? H-have you s-seen you?” he stutters quickly. “I’m n-nothing com-compared to you.”

It’s Haley’s turn to flush red at the compliment and she quicky turns away with a shy smile on her face. She takes a hurried step towards the quad but yelps and pitches forward. Noah rushes to her side before she falls and wraps an arm around her waist to steady her.

“Are you ok?” he asks, concern etching his features.

“I’m fine,” she says, trying to stand on her own. But looking at Noah’s skeptical expression, she sighs and leans into him. “It’s my ankle. It still hurts from the crash but with everything going on and Marissa and Tanner… I just figured there’s more important stuff to be worrying about then a sore ankle,” she says, letting Noah lead her back to the table so she can lean on it again. “Really I’m fine! I just stepped on it wrong!”

Noah lifts her onto the table and she lets out a squeal of surprise. He runs his hand down her leg to her foot, making her heartbeat accelerate faster. He takes off her shoe and slowly rotates her foot in his hands. Haley lets out a few hisses of pain from the movement.

“It’s just twisted, but you shouldn’t be on your feet so much. Your ankle needs rest,” he says, slipping her shoe back on her foot and letting her foot drop.

He looks into her eyes and freezes. She’s staring at him with so much affection blossoming from her. She gives him a small bashful smile before dropping his gaze. A few seconds of silence passes between them before she looks up at him again.

She reaches for his hand and pulls him closer to her, spreading her legs for him to fit between them better. He fills the space, placing his hands on the outside of her thighs. Noah’s cheeks continue to burn red as he moves closer.

“Is this ok?” he whispers.

Haley nods her head as she places her one hand on Noah’s shoulder and wraps the other around the back of his neck. She smiles bashfully at him and bites her lip. His eyes travel to her mouth and back to her eyes. She pulls him closer until their mouths meet in the middle.

Their kiss is brief but when they pull away, they’re both blushing and giggling. Noah moves his hands to her waist, and he leans in again. It’s clumsy and bumbling as they get used to each other. For a few minutes they let themselves get carried away, to pretend they aren’t in a crisis.

“Noah!” Graham yells from somewhere in the yard. Noah presses his forehead to Haley’s and they giggle to themselves. “Miss YLN needs you for something!” His foot steps come closer to the garage and he steps away from her. “Ah there you are!” Graham says, peeking his head into the garage. “Miss YLN wanted some help determining if the berries her and the little kids picked are edible.”

“Ok, I’ll be right there,” Noah nods at Graham, then turns and laughs quietly with Haley again.

“Cool. I’ll tell her you’ll be right there,” he slaps the wall twice and pushes away, going back the way he came.

“I guess I should, uh, go,” Noah says, shuffling his feet.

“Probably. I should get back to this anyway,” she looks to the quad. “I need to find a plug in to get the charger hooked up and we should be good to go.”

“I think I saw one on the generator outside. That should work, eh?” he says, headed to the door.

“Noah! You’re the best!” she strides up to him and gives him another kiss. His cheeks heat up again and he rubs the back of his neck.

“It was really nothing. I just happened to notice it,” he mumbles shyly.

“That’s the thing though. No one else notices the same things you do. It’s like you always have your eyes open to look for things that’ll help us,”

“It’s nothing,” he smiles.

“Lets keep this between us for now, ok,” she says, lifting her hand up and sticking her pinky out. Noah links his finger to hers and he kisses her forehead. “I want to make sure it’ll work before I say anything and get everyone’s hopes up.” He nods and turns around to leave the garage but quickly spins back around.

“Was that… ok? I mean… I’ve never… I haven’t… I’ve never kissed anyone before,” Noah mumbles, avoiding her gaze.

“You were great, Noah,” she grabs his hand and squeezes.

“Ok, great,” he sighs happily, relieved.

“Ok, everyone! It’s getting late!” they hear you yell.

“I guess it’s getting late. Come on,” Hayley says, walking past him out the door. Noah happily follows behind her, closing the door to the garage.

“What’s wrong?” he asks, once he sees you looking into the trees.

“I thought I saw eyes, but now I can’t find them. I must just be paranoid and seeing things,” you smile reassuringly at him. “Will, Adam, Graham! Come on!”

Noah and Hayley slowly start making their way towards the cabin.

“What do you think they’re talking about?” Hayley asks, looking towards Will, Adam, and Graham. Graham and Will look like they’re ready to fight each other but Noah and Hayley keep walking, not wanting to be a part of whatever is going on with them.

“Probably who’s snuggling who tonight,” he snorts. “They did that last night by the way. I slept on the floor and they all tried sleeping on the bed together.”

“That’s hilarious,” she laughs.

“B-behind you,” they hear Will force out. They look towards where he’s looking and they both see the wolf stalking towards their teacher.

“Run!” Noah screams.

And at that, everyone frantically moves at once.

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I hope you enjoyed! I’m hopefully going to get the next chapter written soon. I might do another short like this again because that damn writers block has set in for the next chapter

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strwbrryeos · 5 years

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My Blood, Your Tears 03 (M)

summary; Two rival factions vie for control over the city and the government: the Min family and the Kim family. Generations of feuds fuel the struggle for power. In the new generation, Kim Namjoon continues his father’s battle, unaware of the Min family’s secret weapon.

genre; mafia au, series, angst, smut, fluff

pairing; mafia leader!namjoon x mafia member!reader

contains; sexual tension!, sex on a table, rough sex, riding, creampie, oral

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Namjoon rolls his eyes as he polishes the end of his blade. He really hates people. And they bleed everywhere.

“Fuck, it’s staining,” he growls, annoyed and this close to throwing the knife at the next person that walks by.

“Well maybe if you didn’t go stabbing everybody like it’s your goddamned job―”

“Is it not my goddamned job?”

A cough interrupts the conversation, followed by a couple of heavy breaths. A man looks up at Namjoon, defiance painted on his face though the terror is apparent in his eyes. “Did your mom raise you to be such a sadist?”

“Always felt that she was more of sadist than me, but whatever.”

He laughs, or well, he tries to laugh, but it comes out as more of a wheeze, and he lurches forward, nearly falling on the concrete floor beneath him. The two men beside him catch him quickly, and the chair he’s tied to connects to the ground with a solid thud. The man struggles against his restraints, but it’s no use.

“I don’t know what you’re trying to accomplish here,” says Hoseok with a shake of his head. “You’re not going anywhere.”

“Look,” Namjoon says, “I’m trying to make this easy on you. Just tell us what we need to know, and you can go on your merry way.”

“You act like you’d let me go.”

“Maybe I would.”

“Maybe you’re a liar.”

Namjoon pauses. “Tsk. You got me.”

“I’m not telling you anything.”

“This is so cliche!” Jimin groans, sitting down in boredom. “We’re never gonna learn anything like this!”

“C’mon. What do you want? Money? Your life? You can have it all. We just need a name. A name. That’s it. A couple of letters,” Namjoon bargains, “and you’re free to go.”

The man looks around, taking in his surroundings. Before him are the Kim Clan’s top three. Behind him are their men, each of fairly high ranking. The room is small and concrete and lacking windows, meaning he’s going to die either way. Kim Namjoon isn’t a man of his word.

“You might as well kill me.”

“Yes! Finally―”

“Jimin! Back down,” Namjoon commands. He gives his friend a stern look before turning his attention back to the man, and his face contorts into one of some jeering devil. “I’ve got a better idea for you. You’ll sit here, and rot away your days. You’ll take what comes to you. Maybe you’ll get a good old fashioned beating. Maybe you’ll be lacking water. Maybe we’ll feed you a five star steak dinner. Just depends on how you’re feeling. Either way, by the end of it, you’ll tell us what we need to know.”

The man spits at Namjoon’s feet. “I’d like to see you fucking try.”

Namjoon stands, beckoning to his men who nod in response. Before he leaves, he glances over his shoulder. “Jimin,” he says.

“Yes, Sir?”

“Go at it. Just don’t kill him.”

Namjoon doesn’t hear his reply because he’s already shutting the door. Hoseok runs up next to him, looking back with some concern. “You sure that was a good idea? You know how Jimin can get.”

“Well I guess I’ll have to trust you to make sure that he doesn’t overdo it. Did you find another lead?”

“Nope. This ghost is sealed and sealed tight. If this guy won’t give us a name, then we can forget asking the Min Clan directly. It’s not happening.”

“Fuck!” Namjoon shouts as he climbs the stairs, his voice echoing up the hallway. “Why is this so difficult? I’m still fucking pissed about the senator too.”

“Yeah, well, you’re always pissed.”

“Cause someone is always doing something stupid!”

“You sound stressed,” a new voice giggles, and Namjoon freezes.

Fucking shit he totally forgot.

There you sit, on his couch, completely relaxed, looking like the most innocent thing in the world despite just coming back from your own brutal interrogation session, and acting like you have no idea what Namjoon’s been up to.

“Fuck, baby, I’m so sorry,” he apologizes, running to plant an apology kiss on your cheek.

“Whipped,” Hoseok mutters through a fake cough, earning a glare from his friend. “Hi, Y/N.”

“Hi, Hoseok. How are you?”

“I’m okay. Little tired, but okay.”

“Where’s Jimin?”

“He’s… You know, I should probably go check on him. I’ll tell him you said hi!” Hoseok replies as he runs back from where he came. Hopefully he didn’t go overboard!

“So, I’m guessing you forgot?” you say, changing the subject.

“I’m so so sorry… I got preoccupied with work and I― How long were you waiting here?”

“Not long, Sir,” interjects a man from the other side of the room. “We only just let her in.”

“Well I’ve been waiting outside instead because they wouldn’t fucking let me in but whatever. Your security is really uptight,” you complain. Namjoon chuckles, though he’s grateful his men aren’t complete idiots. He gives a subtle nod to his guard, silently saying, “Job well done.”

“Okay, I will make it up to you. I just have to get changed first.”

“Can I come?”

“Why do I get the feeling you’re gonna distract me?”

“You already made us miss our reservations so does it really matter anyways?”

“Fair point.”

You follow Namjoon up to his room, hand locked with his and giggles escaping your lips the entire time. As soon as he gets the chance, Namjoon is throwing you on his bed and climbing on. He plants soft kisses all over your face and neck, throwing you into fits of laughter. You can’t escape because he’s got your wrists pinned down, and, unfortunately, he’s a little bit stronger than you are.

“Namjoon, Namjoon!” you laugh through heavy breaths, “Get off!”

“But I don’t wanna,” he whines. He releases your wrists and you push on his chest, rolling yourselves over so that you’re straddling him.

“You said you were gonna change,” you say, pecking his lips.

“This is more fun.”

“But you were gonna make it up to me, remember?” Another peck.

“I could make it up to you right here, right now.”

“Except I’m hungry,” you say, smiling as you climb off of him. He sits up, looking at you with only adoration.

“Fine, fine. I’m going.” He gets up, shedding his shirt in the process. You bite your lip, suddenly contemplating skipping dinner altogether, but he seems to read your mind and shakes his head. “Nope. You lost that opportunity.”

“But―”

“No buts! I’m gonna take you out somewhere nice to eat. And then maybe we’ll go see a movie. And then maybe we’ll go take a walk. And then I’ll fuck you.”

“Why can’t you be one of those boyfriends that says ‘make love’ instead?”

He rolls his eyes as he fixes his hair. “Because,” he laughs, “if I tried to ‘make love’ to you, you’d just tell me to stop fucking around! You’re really impatient, you know.”

“Hey!”

“Am I wrong?”

“Not the point, jerk.”

“Hey, don’t call me a jerk. I’m paying for your meal.”

“Well I’d hope so. You’re the rich one.”

He walks over to you, a mischievous twinkle in his eyes. “Are you saying you’re only dating me for my money?”

“Yes,” you reply without hesitation, “that’s it.”

“What if I lost all my money tomorrow? Would you still go out with me?”

“Probably not.”

“Oh, that’s just cruel.”

“You made me miss my dinner!”

“C’mon then, babe,” he says, holding out his hand, “I owe you a date.”

Namjoon hasn’t seen you in, what, a week? And it’s like you’ve been gone a lifetime. There’s just something about you. Something that’s so positively alluring. Something that’s got him reeling. He can’t quite place it. He doesn’t even really know how he found himself like this. He doesn’t get attached. It’s just not in his nature.

Yet, here he is, spoon feeding you ice cream in the middle of the park solely because you asked him to. And he knows he’s gonna get so much shit for this when he goes back home. He can feel the smirks of his men watching him.

You’d be lying if you said he didn’t do things to you too.

You aren’t a relationship person; you’ve got too many commitment issues for that. You’ve never felt safe letting anyone get too close, but, as moments become minutes and minutes become hours and hours become days and days become months, you find yourself so eased by his presence. So soothed by his voice. So eager to divulge every dirty secret that you have under you.

But you don’t, of course. How would you even begin? You couldn’t up and tell him about the time you snagged a very important key right out from under him. You couldn’t tell him about the time you learned a couple of security access codes when he wasn’t paying attention. You couldn’t tell him about the time you swiped a flash drive that happened to be lying around. You couldn’t tell him that the reason he was so stressed lately about everything falling apart was because of you.

So instead you giggle sweetly as he feeds you the next scoop, feigning anger when he drops some on your skirt. “Okay, okay,” you laugh. “I think you’ve done enough. You’ve officially made it up to me.”

“But I was just getting started. I have a whole evening planned,” he says with a waggle of his eyebrows.

“Never,” you say through laughter, “do that again. That does not suit you.”

“What? C’mon―”

“I don’t think Mr. Hot-Shot-CEO-Kim-Namjoon wants to be caught wiggling his eyebrows like that, okay? I hate it.”

“But you could never hate me,” he says through a pout.

“Doubtful, honestly.”

“Now that’s just mean,” he says as he stands, brushing off his pants.

You stretch, standing up beside him. “At least I don’t forget our dates.”

“I thought I made it up to you!”

“Barely. I― Hey!”

He grabs your arm and hip, pulling you close to his body in an instant. “I may have forgotten our date but at least I don’t hold grudges.”

“I just like it when you dote on me.”

“I dote on you either way!”

You scoff, though it’s hard to act mad when he’s holding you so close and wow his lips are right there.

Obviously you’ve been spending too much time together because Namjoon knows exactly where your thoughts are, and he can’t help being so damn smug about it. “Aw, does baby girl want a kiss?”

“Stop it,” you groan.

“You want a kiss, don’t you?”

“Namjoon…”

“Is that a yes?”

“Yes,” you huff in defeat.

He smirks victoriously, and you swear you’d slap him if he weren’t so damn cute. He pulls you the tiniest bit closer, both arms wrapping around you fully while yours entwine around his neck. His lips find yours swiftly, having done so a million times before. The kiss is slow and sweet at first, but it quickly heats up, his tongue slipping inside your mouth when he gets the chance. He moans softly into your mouth, the tension between you two finally reaching a breaking point.

Though neither of you really want to, you pull away, eager to return home. Namjoon waves absentmindedly, beckoning his men to follow him. It sets you on edge, making you suddenly hyperaware of everything going on, but you remind yourself that Namjoon has no reason to suspect you, and right now the only thought on his mind is getting under your skirt.

Namjoon has you home in an instant (the car ride was a bit of a blur, what with him teasing you the entire time), and he’s near growling as he strips you of your clothes. “You’re a fucking tease,” he mumbles as he kisses your neck.

“Me? What about you?” you whine as you help him out of his shirt.

“I mean, you just walk around looking so good all the time.”

“Have you seen your face?”

“Nothing compared to yours, babe.”

He lifts you up, your legs wrapped around his waist as he walks you to his desk.

“Oh, table now?”

“Problem?”

“None.”

“Good. It’s easier to eat you out this way anyway.”

“Fuck, better make good on that, babe.”

“Always,” he replies with a cocky smirk.

He sits on the chair, grabbing your legs and pulling your apex right in front of his face. His eyes look at yours briefly, as if daring you to make another snarky comment, but you say nothing, prompting him to put his mouth to use on your skin.

He teases kisses up your inner thigh, making most of the fun way you squirm and whine, begging for more. He licks a few lines, coming close to your center before going back down and starting over again. Every so often, he stops to leave a small mark, and it’s driving you crazy.

“Namjoon,” you whine, “please.”

“Please what, babe?” he laughs, massaging your legs.

“Please fucking do something!”

“Aren’t I?”

“I’m literally gonna kill you.”

“I don’t think that’d be much of a fight.”

“Yeah, for me.”

“Hey, do you want me to eat you out?”

“Kinda!”

“Damn, you’re impatient.”

“And you’re stalling!”

“Why are you so angry?” he asks, his voice tinted with glee.

You take a deep breath, playfulness etching your voice. “Joon, baby, if you don’t fuck me, I promise you I’ll find someone who will.”

“Ah,” he says, shaking his head at you, “you’re gonna fucking regret that.”

“Gonna prove it to me?”

“That’s it. You’re not getting cuddled tonight.”

“Doesn’t matter as long as I cum.”

“I hate you.”

“Two words: hate. sex.”

Namjoon rolls his eyes, chuckling before finally, finally putting his lips on your dripping center. You gasp, shivers rolling up your spine at the contact. His tongue darts out, lapping at anywhere it can get to.

“Tastes so good, babe.”

“Fuck, don’t stop,” you command, one hand darting out to his hair. You yank a little roughly, but it seems to entice him to work harder.

He uses both of his hands, massaging your outer folds as his mouth works its magic. It leaves you reeling, and moans are falling from your lips like his favorite song. “You sound even better.”

“Mm… fuck, Joon, I’m not gonna…”

“Don’t worry, babe, I got you.”

“No, shit, I want you to fuck me,” you gasp out, even as he slides two fingers inside of you.

He picks up his pace, and you hold his wrist tightly, trying to slow him down. “I thought you wanted me to fuck you,” he laughs.

“With your dick,” you hiss.

“Ah, but I’m having so much fun like this.”

“I―Fuck. I know you’re hard right now.”

“Why won’t you let me have my fun?”

“Because I would really rather you fuck me right now.”

“Fine,” he says as he stands. “Since you want it that bad.”

He grins, kissing you as you eagerly help him out of his pants. One hand slips under his boxers, fondling his hard cock. He moans, leaning against you as you pump him. You run your thumb across his slit a couple of times, earning a soft whimper before he pulls away from you.

“Spread your legs,” he orders, tapping your thighs. You obey quickly, and he lines himself up to your entrance.

“Fuck me, Namjoon,” you whisper, and he’s easing himself in. He sucks in a breath, trying not to lose all of his self control right then and there.

“Tell me when you’re ready.”

You nod, letting yourself adjust. When he bottoms out, you can’t help grabbing him and sinking your teeth into his shoulder to stifle a moan. You’re nearly shaking out of desperation when you finally mumble, “Move.”

He doesn’t hesitate, sliding out of you and back in slowly before picking up pace as you give him the okay. Soon enough, the table is squeaking with the force of his thrusts, and you’re damn near screaming in pleasure. Namjoon huffs out in exeration, small noises of pleasure escaping him every so often.

“Fuck, you feel so good. So good. Always so good,” he moans.

“Oh, god, don’t stop, don’t stop.”

“Shit, I won’t last long.”

“It’s okay, I won’t either. Just don’t stop.”

He nods, wrapping your legs tightly around his waist as his thrusts get harder but shallower. He pauses every so often to give you a break, massaging your walls with long, languid strokes, but he’s quick to pick up the pace again. Your head is thrown back in pleasure as his cock does everything right inside of you.

“Fuck!” you cry as you feel your high approaching. “Fuck, keep going.”

Despite your request, he stops, pulling out of you and sitting back on the chair. He pats his leg twice and says, “Ride me ‘till you cum, babe.”

You whimper, moving onto his lap. You take his cock in your hand, placing its tip at your center before sinking down on it, eliciting simultaneous moans from the both of you. Namjoon guides your waist, and when you’ve adjusted yourself, you start bouncing on him.

Namjoon kneads your ass as you fuck yourself on him, trying his best to hold off his orgasm until you’re close enough. But you’re not making it easy, either. You alternate rhythms, bouncing and rolling on his dick until he feels like he’s going to pass out. To distract himself, his mouth finds one of your breasts, his hand pinching and playing with the free nipple. You cry out, steadying yourself on him as you move faster.

“J-Joon!” you whine. “I’m close!”

“Fuck, finally. I’m gonna cum if you keep doing that.”

“Yes, yes, yesyesyes…”

“C’mon, babe. Cum for me. Cum all over my cock.”

“Shit, Namjoon… I’m―”

You sit on his cock in one final, hurried bounce, and you’re coming undone on top of him. You squeal in pleasure, the sensation running up and down your body. Namjoon cums as soon as you do, the feeling of you clenching around him too much to bear, and he fills you up.

You collapse in his arms, your body feeling fuzzy and full and warm and so, so tired. After a few minutes and a couple of deep breaths, Namjoon slips out of you and picks you up, depositing your worn out body on his bed. He cleans you up gently before helping you into one of his shirts.

It’s much too large on you, but damn do you look cute. He puts on a pair of loose pants and climbs in right beside you, wrapping you snugly under his arm as sleep finally takes you.

Your eyes open abruptly and you shoot up, expecting danger. You look around nervously, only to find yourself alone in Namjoon’s bedroom. The bedside clock blinks 6:23, and you’re a little bit pissed off because you hate waking up before the sun rises.

Some rustling from the other side of the bedroom door draws your attention, and you decide to go investigate. There’s nothing there, and while that’s not all that surprising, what is surprising is the fact that there’s nothing anywhere. The whole house seems empty. No Namjoon… no guards. No Hoseok or Jimin.

Where did they go?

You make your way downstairs, looking for clues. All the hallways just lead to more empty rooms, and it didn’t look like anyone was outside either.

And then you hear a very distant, very muffled scream. What the fuck? One hand darts to your side, expecting to find a knife, and disappointed to come up empty-handed. Shit. This is definitely not ideal.

Against your better judgement, you decide to follow the noise. (But not without sending your brother a very lovely “if you don’t hear from me within twenty four hours i died by the kims love you xx” text). At the end of the second hallway is what you thought was a closet door, but actually turns out to be a basement door. You open it, and the screams get a little bit louder.

“Ah, this is gonna go well.”

You trek carefully, trying not to make any sudden or loud movements. The basement looks more like a cellar in that it opens to one big room connected to a long hallway with four doors down it. There are two men posted outside of one door, and another loud scream is heard from it. You’re very exposed, and the movement of your appearance causes both their heads to whip towards you, hands instinctively moving to the weapon on their belt.

And then they register who you are, and everything seems to slow down. “Uh…”

They look at each other, unsure of what to do before slowly rapping on the door behind them.

“What?” shouts a voice from the other side.

“Sir, uh, we kinda have a situation.”

“Can’t you handle it?” he says in an annoyed tone.

“I think this is above our station.”

The door swings open angrily. “Above your station? What the fuck does that even―”

He’s cut off as the guard redirect his attention to you, and you can only stand there, dumbfounded.

Fuck.

You two stare at each other for what seems like an eternity before you finally shuffle backwards. “I’m just… I’m just gonna go…”

“Ah, shit,” Namjoon mutters. “Babe, I’m so sorry.” You look at him expectantly, but instead he turns to the men. “Don’t let her leave.”

Double fuck.

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What Is And What Should Never Be Chapter 6

fan art by: luccia chan

you can read in AO3 here:https://archiveofourown.org/works/18920308/chapters/45542353

Soul World was a mysterious world. But according to a fairy tale. Souls that have been exchanged with Soul stone cannot be taken back. The dead soul will die forever. No other power is able to restore it. Even though the combination of six Infinity Stone will not change anything. But according to the ancient story, souls taken by Soul Stone can be returned only with creatures that have a pure soul. And the creature must have a blood relationship with the dead soul in the Soul world. Only pure souls can master Soul Stone's power. But the person with a pure soul is very hard to find.

"How did you come here?” Natasha talks with her son

"I don`t know, I`m not sure as the Soul Stone is in my hands, I wake up in this place” James explained.

"I am alone in this place. Sometimes there are some spirits that come and go here” Natasha explains to James. She stroked the hair of her son. Natasha saw little James playing alone. James always in his own world. Sometimes she will see James communicate with his imaginary friend. James lay on his mother's lap. They are both felt comfortable with each other. "Could you be that person?" Natasha remembered something

"What are you talking about? James asked

"There's a spirit here talking about The Master of the soul stone, they say that they can free the spirits of this world, and they can replace the spirits here, they say the masters must be those who have a pure heart." Natasha looked at James

"I don`t know, I’m not sure, I've been rude to my dad, I'm mad because he left you, he's so quick to forget you. He returned to the Second World War and married Peggy. I`m angry, I never talk like that to him "James was not sure he was a saintly man

"He deserves the happiness he is looking for, he has made a lot of sacrifices for others, and I understand why he's acting like that, why would he waiting for me?” Natasha tries to calm James "After I gave birth to you, I never saw a person so pure like you. You are a kind-hearted child, patient, and less trouble, not crying much. It still doesn`t explain why and how did you come here" Natasha said.

"I don`t think I'm special, I just want to save my mom and dad and save many people. But anyway what happened to you here? And why Dad doesn`t know about me?" James wanted to know

Natasha recalls the memory in 2018

Nat undergoes a health examination in a secret place to prevent the government from knowing where she was. She was told she was pregnant two months. Natasha thought the doctor was joking. Steve and Natasha spent the night when they had a mission in Qatar. Sam was back in America for personal matters. So only she and Steve stay at the hotel. They sleep together, and Steve certainly wants more than what Natasha can give. She was convinced that Steve had fallen in love with her. But Natasha and Steve knew it was not the right time. Natasha tried to avoid talking about it.

Then the battle took place. Natasha has planned to tell Steve. For the first time Natasha believed in family life, the baby gave her hope. Natasha needs to tell Steve after the war. But Natasha never prepares what the snap causes them. She saw people turning into dust and she starts to panic and finding the most important person in her life is Steve. She was relieved Steve was thereby holding the dead body of Vision. Natasha was disappointed because she knew they had lost. But suddenly felt something cold in the abdomen. As something has been pulled out of her body. Natasha continued to stroke her stomach and then she realized Thanos had taken it. The baby was gone, and the doctor also confirmed it. No one knows about the baby except her and the doctor. Natasha did not even tell Steve that their son was dead. Steve has lost a lot of people in his life. Losing their unborn child only makes the situation worse.

"Why did you not tell him afterward?" James looked at his mother

"It's no use anymore, the baby is gone, and if they are able to reverse the snap, it's not possible the baby can come back. When the sacrifice was needed, I knew my life was over. But it doesn`t mean that other people's lives will end. Clint owns his family, I do not have anyone. " Natasha said and she knew she was doing the right thing

"If you tell him, maybe he will not leaving, and he will not let you go to that place."

"I know. If he knew there was a baby he would have felt very disappointed and cannot concentrate on his duties as Captain. It would be difficult for him to accept that I've died. I cannot do that to him”

James now understands how great it is to have a mother like her she is selfless. Although she and his biological mother are different people, yet their hearts are still the same people.

"I don`t know what's going on, I'm sitting alone here, and suddenly I know I'm still pregnant, maybe it's a mother's instinct, at least I'm not alone here, I know we've won. When you're born, it's a hard-to-describe the feeling, I love you since the first time I'm holding you. You look just like him”

"And you love him," James revealed

"I thought Steve was crazy, I didn’t` deserve it, but he did tell me he loved me, but now I understand that I loved him, a long time ago. I'm aware of it after you were born, but I'm going to be here forever "Natasha is aware of the fact

"You said only the master of the soul stone that was able to set you free from this. So you think I'm The Soul stone master?"

"You were born here, technically no one was born in the soul world, and no one who still alive ever came to this soul world. And the stone you still got it?” Natasha got up

"It’s with me" James hands out the stone in his pocket.

Meanwhile Avengers HQ 2025

"What happened? Where did he go?" Morgan was very desperate because James suddenly disappeared

Dr. Banner and Dr. Jane try to find where James goes. They use the tracker to search James around the world.

Suddenly, there was sound coming from the Quantum Tunnel. All Avengers gather to the tunnel

James and Natasha stood on a platform with a child.

Cassie and Morgan were relieved. But everyone was shocked to see Natasha.

"Nat?" Wanda wants to make sure what she sees is real

"Hi everyone, I know this may be very weird." Natasha didn`t know how to explain. Wanda, Sam, Hulk, and Rodney, are all very happy and come to hugs Natasha. Some of them were in tears

"But who is this little child?" Sam leans against Nat's hug.

All eyes focused on the boy. The boy was hiding behind his mother.

"Oh, he is mine, his name is James." Natasha hesitated to tell his last name. "James .. Rogers"

Everyone was shocked by the disclosure. Especially, Bruce, he looks a bit disappointed.

Natasha promised to explain everything. There are some individuals she doesn`t know. And see someone is not here.

"Where is Tony?" It is obvious that Nat doesn`t know what was happening to Stark.

Natasha learned that Tony had been killed for doing that snap. Thor had traveled elsewhere, and Clint brought his family away from the city. Natasha wept over Tony's grave. Natasha also managed to track Clint; she was united with the family. All of them are happy that Auntie Nat has returned. Little James played with Nathaniel.

James, Cassie, and Morgan go home to their universe. Carol should have to do snap to bring everyone back. They call the other Captain Marvel from their universe. They believe she is the strongest person to do the snap. Particle machines created by Shuri, Jane and Bruce managed to close the time vortex to separate the two universes. Now they will be separated forever. No one can come from another universe. It is best to avoid Beck or anyone else to do the same.

All Avengers and gather to bid farewell to Next Avengers. Including James and his mother. James advises little James.

"I need you to take care of your mum and remember buddy, you are very strong." James hugged little James.

Apparently, little James can only communicate with James. He was just two and a half years old.

"Thank you, Mum. Well, what going to happen to you and Dad?” James hoped they would meet again

"No thanks, he has found the happiness he deserves. He's got a family of his own. I can take care of myself. Don`t worry about me. Besides I got my family back and thank you for everything James" Natasha said before holding face James and kissed his forehead.

"But you have to tell him about little James, at least he needs to know." James tried to persuade his mother

"I'll think about it later," Natasha thought if by telling Steve it would change anything?

Next Avengers say goodbye to everyone. They return to their world. And bring Beck together. He will be punished in their world.

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Natasha was reunited with old Steve. He cried when he saw Natasha in front of him.

"Nat, you're back, I'm sorry I've tried to bring you back, but I didn`t succeed, I should not let you go to that place." Steve is sobbing

"Steve you know it was destined to happen and I came here to tell you that I understand why you went to the past to live with Peggy." Natasha holds Steve's hand

"I'm supposed to live with you, I really want to invite you to live together, that's true Nat, but your loss is very painful." Steve shed tears.

"It's not your fault I know you really want to do that, I know you love me, and I love you too, and this little boy is a symbol of my love for you." Natasha showed his little boy to Steve.

"Forgive me, son, I wish we will have time together,” Steve said and hugged the little boy. Little James holds Steve's face.

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Cassie and Morgan return to their universe. But James is not yet there. Cassie and Morgan start to wonder if James might be lost. James then appears after a few minutes.

"James, why are you late? What has happened?" Cassie asked

"I've been to somewhere," James told

"Where?"

"I went to fix something"

"What have you done?

"It's a secret but I know I have to do that"

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Natasha took James for a walk in the mall. Nat wanted to find clothes for James. Nat holds James's hand and goes up the escalator. Natasha smiled as she remembered the memories of the escalator that she and Steve kissed for the first time as they ran away from the STRIKE team. When Natasha came to the children's clothing section, Nat was busy find clothes for James. Natasha looked back and found that James was not there. She looks for James, she looks left and right. She finally found him. He's in the toy section.

"James! Here you are!” Natasha hurried toward her son

Natasha finds James holding a Captain America action figure and next to him a grown man. The man was tall, brown-haired, and bearded. James giggles and was very comfortable with the man. When the man carried James and Natasha could see clearly the man's face.

"Steve?" Natasha mouths gaping in disbelief at what she saw.

"Nat, you're late, you promise to meet again in a few minutes, but you didn`t come back” Steve recounts the sad moments of his life

"Steve forgives me. You say whatever it takes.” Natasha came to Steve and saw James hugging his father. As if he knew that it was his father. He`s a smart kid, of course, he will know.

"I didn`t think you took seriously my words until you choose to sacrifice your own life, Natasha it was not supposed to end like that, I'm angry and blame myself because I let you go to that place, why did you do it, Natasha?" Steve said emotionally.

"Steve, Clint has a family, I don`t know how to deal with his family to tell that their father is dead, and I have a lot of bad records in the past, you know what I've done before," Natasha explains

"Do not go there Natasha, you are a hero, everything that happened in the past doesn`t describe who you are, I told you, I didn`t care whatever you were, I love you who are caring, loving and selfless. That's why I love you, Nat. "Steve confessed.

"Steve .." Natasha stunned she didn`t know how to respond.

"And you hide James from me, why didn`t you tell me about him, he's my son too, he's our son, I go to the hospital and find your medical records, and I know that you were pregnant. Why Natasha?" Steve was a little angry because she keeps a big secret from him

"Because you bring the compass everywhere you go, everything you do you will look at it. I think I have no place in your heart, and you are still trapped in your past. When I lost James, it would not give any difference." Natasha replied

Steve finally admitted his mistake. Natasha did say the truth.

"Nat, I`m sorry, I think our relationship is just a casual relationship, after that night, you avoiding me, you made me think I`m just one of your one-night stand and its hurt." Steve felt guilty

"Steve both of us both made a mistake, and I love you too." Natasha hugged Steve

"Nat, don`t leave me again.” Steve hugged Natasha. He really misses Natasha. Steve kissed Natasha's hair, and then kissed his son's cheek.

Steve and Natasha walked in the Mall with James. James refused to part from his father. Apparently, the toddler fell asleep on his father shoulder.

"What about Peggy? She is waiting for you is it?”

"Peggy? She's pass away in 2016" Steve felt weird why she ask about that

"But you are married to her right? You have two children with her." Natasha was shocked why Steve did not know anything about it?

"I'm not married to her. She's married to Danial Sousa." Steve doesn`t understand

Natasha then thinks. Has the future changed?

"But James told me you went into the past to meet Peggy and then get married"

"James? You mean Bucky?"

"No, James, an adult he is in his 20's, he's our son who comes from the future, and he’s tall like you, red-haired, he saved me from soul realm”

"I met Peggy when I returned to Tesseract in 1970. I talked to her and said goodbye and that`s it. But I think I met the same young man you described earlier and he told me you will be back in 2025. And he asked me to look up for your medical information, he told me that you were pregnant with my child. At first, I thought he was crazy, but he said if what he said was true, I had to wait until 2025 to see you again and I did. James came to me and I know right away he is my child. "Steve explained everything

"So you really are waiting for me and you are not married to anyone?" Natasha stopped and stood in front of Steve

"Nat, if I want to get married, you're the one."

"Really, what if I did not come back and he lied about everything?"

"Nat, I'll wait for you even a thousand years. You are worth it"

Natasha chuckled with Steve's cheesy words. She likes it despite cheesy. Anything he said was he really meant it. That's why Natasha falls in love with Steve. Natasha then held Steve's face with her palm and kissed him. Steve return her kiss. The kiss is very sweet and romantic. And it happens on the same escalator.

Natasha smiled, for the first time in her life she was very happy.

"You have not answered my question yet" Steve wants to ask the big question

"What was the question?"

"Do you want to marry me?"

"If you keep that beard, I will think about it,” Natasha said as she teasing him

Notes: Carol Danvers is the strongest character in the MCU, she succeeds to do the snap and bring everyone back. Well, she is the badass! James reunited with his parents and his friends. The second snap brings everyone back including the one who disappears in 2018. So the new Avengers are back, Tony is alive and Cassie managed to take out her father from the Quantum Realm. Happy ending for everyone yay!

#romanogers #Steve Rogers #natasha romanoff #james rogers #Avengers #avengers endgame #stevenatasha #stevenat #capwidow #captain america #Black Widow

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