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Here's a prompt idea: Eggmans latest device accidentally turns Amy back into Rosy. But to the Rosy before she met Sonic and the others so she has no memory of her friends and is pretty scared and runs off. So Sonic has to slowly regain her trust and friendship and is reminded why he's glad to have her around as a friend. Just some sweet fluff (eeeeeeeee! I love da fluffy)

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Prompt:

In the thick of the battle, where Eggman has once again blurred the lines of time and stolen two Chaos Emeralds that have been locked into place by a case of glass on either side of his raygun, the team desperately try to avoid getting zapped into another dimensional self or even a past form.

"Wo-hohoho!" Eggman's infamous laugh triggered the large jumping moment of his stomach before he peered down at what he considered the squabbling, pint-sized forms of his nemeses. He beamed a grin of mischief and looked to the blue streak that had foiled every carefully laid out plan since... well... the dawn of his reign of terror upon this world.

"Not this time..., Sonic!" he reared the gun skyward, showing the effort as it jostled the machine a moment as he had implanted the device onto his Egg-mobile, "This time, I'm going back to before you were ever the hero! Back when you a slobbery, good for nothing, vulnerable little child!"

Sonic looked up to see what he was talking about, the device's nozzle being adjusted like a temperature or safe-lock setting, and being too far away to gauge what the actions meant, he just braced himself and ran forward. "Come on!" he called to his friends, Tails, Knuckles, and-

"Sonic! I'm coming too!" Amy rushed out behind the three, as Knuckles and Tails turned around from flying and gliding in the sky by Sonic to see her.

"W-what? Amy? When did you get here?" Sonic looked over his shoulder, but as he did so, Amy looked up and saw Eggman smirking, finally getting the bulky, heavy gun angled down and flipped two switches that started making the device glow and charge up.

"Look out!" Amy threw her hammer to Sonic, who tossed it to the side with a spinning kick.

"W-what?" He didn't understand before turning to see the beam and skidding to a halt. His eyes were overwhelmed with the bright color of neon red before Amy expertly jumped and twirled through the air in an acrobatic-like maneuver.

Seeing this, Eggman's face dropped from his insane joy to one of disappointment and surprise as she narrowly summoned another hammer and it intercepted the beam.

Lightly tapping the edge of it, the beam suddenly bent and 'flipped a U-ie' and looped itself back to sparking and hitting her hammer. Since her hand was attached, it sparked and moved to consume her frame in seconds within the bright red light, before she fell down to the ground, her silhouette showing her head coming up as she was trying to push off the ground... The hammer fell with a few flops before shrinking in size and turning into a typical Japanese hammer toy for toddlers.

Tails looked up to Eggman who grumbled and moved the gun, looking down off the side of his Egg-Mobile, as though not sure if his device was really going to succeed or not, but curious what it may do.

"Amy's younger than Sonic... if he put a date in that's too far back..." Tails's eyes shook as he felt his body pulse back in shock at that thought... "No..." his eyes arched and he looked down to Amy, flying as fast as his twin-tails could take him. "Ammmyy!!!" he called out.

With Tails's added cry, Sonic's eyes stopped shaking and he blinked back into the reality of the situation. He also ran to her as Knuckles glided down from hovering in the air to be in front of Amy, glaring up at Eggman to keep an eye on him while Tails and Sonic went to Amy's side.

Tails fell by her but as Sonic went to reach out for her, grabbed his reaching arm with both hands, pulling it away, "No, wait, don't-!" he warned, "The ray traveled from her hammer to her body, it's probably still able to. I bet it's transferable with touch, did you see the way it looped back after Amy tipped its line's edge with her hammer?"

Sonic looked to Tails, then Amy, seeing the shadow of her looked as though struggling to rise up, possibly... was she in pain?

"You expect me to do nothing? Tails, I can't just... sit here and watch!" Sonic used his hands to express himself, turning them up to their palms and bouncing them a bit with the gravity of his words reflecting his heart. He looked with arching eyes back to Amy, who slowly began to shrink as her voiced struggles turned more and more higher in pitch... until...

The light blasted off, as though a paper-wrap being torn and blown up and then...

Tails and Sonic peered over the fabric of red, then Eggman continued to lean with a mouth forming a curious, small 'o' before having to grab the other end of his tilting Egg-Mobile just to stabilize himself and not fall over. Due to the size of the raygun attached to its front, the weight balance wasn't good, and as the gun's tip slid with the weight Eggman was leaning on--it almost flipped fully over!

His leg came up to counterweight it, but why am I spending so much time describing this funny scene when I'm clearly breaking up the tension of what happened to Amy Rose?

"Amy..?" As the sparks were gone, Tails finally let go of Sonic's hand.

It was the free then to reach out and lightly grip the edge of the now large dress, and slowly draped it to the side as it gently skimmed over light pink quills.

It was a small ball, almost the size of a melon, before it softly stuck out a long, protruding nose.

Tails's and Sonic's eyes widened, not having seen that since... well, before she hit puberty.

"Is she..?" Sonic began, looking to Tails before the little creature yawned and stuck out a hand, patting the ground and sniffing, before finding the edge of the dress again and grunting in annoyance at someone removing its blanket.

It found it and kept trying to toss the warm, lightweight fabric ontop of itself, again, pulling its long nose and pointed muzzle back into its curled ball and bringing its hand back under as well.

Eggman flew around at all sides, trying to see over and past the two heads but Knuckles kept on him and zipped to every direction he tried to look as well, "Oh, no you don't!"

He was growing irritated, taking the gun and bopping it to spark it to life again, charging. He figured, if it did work, might as well fire on the rest of them!

"We're gonna have to start up a nursery." Orbot was looking through large, exaggerated, almost like a space telescope with a small, looking-glass end for his eyes to peer through binoculars back at Eggman's HQ.

His view showed Tails carefully wrapping the large dress over the small, trying to sleep child and looking to see the hammer. He picked it up and placed it on top of the now wrapped dressed over the curled baby hedgehog and shrugged to Sonic, not sure how he was going to reverse this.

Sonic's anger was now full, he turned with a shaking fist, squinting in his fierce sense of justice up to Eggman who continued to bonk, kick, and jostle the gun to get it up and going before looking down to see Sonic's fury. "Eggman!"

He winced, his mustache drooping at his tone.

He lifted a foot back up to the rim of his Egg-mobile, "It's... grk... jammed!" he suddenly was flung back as the gun went crazy and shot everything in random directions.

The ray hit a flower and turned it into a sapling, a great oak to a sprouting twig, and a Butterfly passing through into a Caterpillar...

"Well, at least I know it works. Oh no!!" His glasses 'tink'ed down slightly as the gun rotated up and then fell as though backwards... facing Eggman.

Orbot screeched through his vocal box, "Doctor!!!!"

After a ray of light, Tails walked up the hill with Eggman carrying the large Egg-Mobile and raygun attached to it on his shoulders and half his back. The two looked back as though waiting for Sonic to drop the young Eggman off at his base for Orbot and Cubot to deal with. Unfortunately, they begged Sonic to help them, and he conceded as he raced back with Cubot and Orbot under his armpits--since they were just a small iron bar for a body anyway--and a toddler Eggman whacking the side of Sonic's face and laughing. He was still bald, but no mustache.

The three headed to Tails's lab, Vanilla and Cream trying to take care of the two with Orbot and Cubot who were like rattles in his grip. "H-Help!" Cream approached, leaving Vanilla to finish clothing Amy in her old attire.

"There!" Vanilla pulled down the iconic, puffy green shirt as the little girl looked it over. "Hmm, ain't that wonderful? Looks like you kept your old clothes, boxed up in a storage part of your closet. It was titled 'Future Family', isn't that sweet? Like hand-me-downs." she cupped her face as though that was so sweet, but when she looked down, Amy was gone. "Oh!" she immediately covered her mouth and started looking around, "Amy? Amy, dear..?"

"Now, Mr... uhh... I guess you're just Eggchild now, huh?" Cream went to pick up Eggman who kicked and squirmed in her grasp. "Momma?" She saw her mother frantically lifting up pillows on the couch, as though she lost something and gently put them down with a sigh.

"Where could she have gotten off to so quickly?"

Back in Tails's workshop, the door creaked open a bit as Amy stumbled in and hid in the scrap metal, not sure who these people were, but listening to them as they spoke.

"Apparently, my theory was false." Tails began, turning to Sonic and Knuckles, who had his arms folded while Sonic's was relaxed by his sides.

He was trying to remain calm, after all, the two little things were in Vanilla and Cream's care. He was resting easy for now, hoping to get this solved soon.

Tails showed the dial on the raygun, pointing to it as he had dislodged it from on Eggman's Egg-Mobile, "These aren't dates or times, they're molecular ages..." he explained, then looked up at Sonic, "In other words, based on whatever stage of life it's set to, anything hit with this thing will turn into that form during that cycle of its life."

"But... then why doesn't Eggman seem to remember anything?" Sonic gestured a hand out.

"Yeah, we asked him, and even then... he's not talking." Knuckles frowned, but Sonic shook his head and put a hand on his shoulder, making him look at him funny.

"Knuckles, Knuckles, Knuckles... he's not old enough to talk yet." Sonic teased, patting his shoulder a second before smirking at him, "However, if his mind was the same, he'd certainly have acted angry, right?"

"Exactly," Tails nodded, as the two turned their attention back to him, but Knuckles growled in annoyance at Sonic's slight belittlement of his statement. "It's still got the Chaos Emeralds, wielders that manipulate time and space attached to it." He turned their sights back to the dial, "Which means..."

"It's taking them back to that time, too. Not just their body." Knuckles finished for him.

As though not expecting his intelligence, Sonic and Tails turned to look at him stunned, and Knuckles looked back at each of them, "What!?" he exclaimed, unfolding his arms to have them gesture angrily out at them, "I'm not stupid! I can connect the dots!"

Amy didn't quite understand what these older kids were saying, but had to find a way out of here.

She looked around and found the garage switch! That should open the door and get her out of here with these weirdos!

Even though... of the weirdos...

She looked to Sonic, her eyes slightly shining.

Was pretty handsome...

"So, that's good news, right?" Sonic spoke up, "If we can just turn that thing in the right way, we should be able to get Amy and Eggman back to their normal ages, right?"

"A simple fix." Tails nodded, "Better than most outcomes, haha!" he then looked to the symbols. "Thing is..."

Knuckles and Sonic leaned in, waiting for Tails to finish as he lowered his head.

"I... can't tell what Eggman's code for figuring out the placement means..."

Sonic put his hands on his hips and leaned forward as Knuckles arched his back and face-palmed himself.

Everyone just kinda sighed or groaned.

"Great! We gotta go through trial and error?!" Knuckles spat out. "How long will that take?"

"And more importantly," Sonic walked up to Tails, standing beside him, "Is it safe?" He angled his head in a tilt back, as Tails shook his head.

"We shouldn't try it on Eggman or Amy just yet. Give me some time, I should have it figured out in a jiffy." Tails responded light-heartedly, still showing it was possible and not too terribly difficult, but Knuckles threw up his fists.

"Time!? How long do you expect us to babysit these-!?" Before he could finish his sentence, Sonic gasped and pointed to tiny fingers reaching for the Garage door's button.

"Look!" he cried out, as the three turned and Amy flinched, jumping into a spin to lightly tap the button and scoot under the rising door. "H-hey!" Sonic dived and reached out for Amy, but she was quick and small, meaning he got trapped by the rising door and had to wait to scoot under it. "Darn," He smiled, finding this kinda fun. "Hey! wait! Don't get hurt!" he called out, which stopped the fleeing Rosy girl, who turned back and put her hands over the other and up by her chest, surprised that... anyone would care about her like that.

Who were these people?

Sonic, crawling out to where his torso was at least through the slit, smiled kindly to her with eyes that showed only care and... even a bit of playfulness.

She narrowed her eyes... that was strange, but she blushed and took off again.

Sonic closed his eyes and let out a chuckle, getting up on his knee as the door slowly... but surely began to rise up enough for him to fully stand. "I'll take care of our little rascal, Tails. You just get that machine decoded." He flung back a thumbs up, and Tails nodded.

"Leave it to me!" he seemed determined.

"H-hey, what, are you saying I have to look after Eggman?!" Knuckles stomped the ground as he stepped back, flabbergasted by what this might entail for him...

Tails just looked to him and laughed, "Vanilla and Cream have Orbot and Cubot to help them out, why don't you go with Sonic? She's a slippery one, he might need all the help he can get!"

"I can handle her on my own," Sonic folded his arms, not even looking to see where Amy had run off too, a bit overconfident. "It's just one hedgehog, and you're forgetting something." he winked, holding up a pointer finger and wiggling it with a shake of his head. "I'm irresistible!"

Knuckles scoffed as Tails placed the raygun down and covered his mouth as he chuckled.

"Yeah, well... how much trouble can a little girl get into, yeah?" Knuckles drooped his arms a little, hunching his back as he walked towards Sonic. "It's better than whatever I'd have to do wiping Eggman's butt!"

"He's not that young." Sonic lowered his eyelids and tilted his head, putting his hands on his hips and then raising an eyebrow, "You... do know the different development stages... right?"

Knuckles flinched, "How am I supposed to know anything about babies!?"

"Toddlers." Tails corrected, "And they can be quite intelligent. They use mimicry to learn and grow. They're always watching." Tails held up a finger, as though instructing Knuckles, "You two be on your best behavior. Who knows, if we change Amy back, she might have picked up a behavior or two from you." He shrugged, making Knuckles wince as Sonic winked secretly to Tails, in on the prank.

"Yeah, Knuckles," He put an arm around him, making him even more uncomfortable, "You'll have to be the outstanding role model for Amy from now on, until Tails figures out the dial settings, anyway." he grinned, totally fooling and freaking out Knuckles, which he was gullible enough to believe.

"Oh, man... I-I-I don't know how to be one of those!" he worriedly admitted out loud.

"Don't you worry, buddy, I'll show you the ropes, no problem!" he gestured out a cocky shrug, "It's easy! Just remember your typical moral code and be sensitive to the child's needs! Nothing to it!" he gave him his signature thumbs up and wink before dashing off, "See ya, Tails! I'm off to find Amy!"

"Don't play too much..." Tails mumbled, but Sonic was already gone. He looked to Knuckles, chuckling as he held a hand over his stomach for a moment with the action. "It's okay, Knuckles. Just... entertain her for a bit until I can figure this out. It shouldn't be too difficult, just like Sonic said, it's all about being on your best behavior." he closed his eyes and shook his finger as though that's all that was required.

Knuckles mimicked the action, holding his own finger up, "Be on your best behavior... got it!" he waddled off, keeping the finger out, "Best behavior... just be on your best behavior..!"

Tails, flying over to make sure Knuckles was gone... suddenly burst out laughing.

Sonic stopped to look behind him and see that Knuckles was a fair distance away, then smirked again, "Heh, now that he's out of the way... Hmm..." he put a hand up over his eyes to block the sun, looking happily over the area to find a speck of pink. "Now... if I was a confused little hedgehog... where would I be hiding..?" he found a patch of long-leaf, bushy plants that were moving near the jungle. "Ah-ha!" he took off as Knuckles called out to him.

"H-hey! Wait for me!!! Ohhh, Soniiiccc!!" Knuckles picked up the pace, "Man, I gotta make a good first impression, don't I? Am I... intimidating? Amy's probably never seen an Echidna before if she's a toddler again, yeah? Oh man... I'm gonna suck at this!" he hurried up the hill to catch Sonic, as he slowed down and started to fake wandering through the brush.

He stuck out a foot and felt the ground out, putting his hands behind his head, "Huh? Now,... where, oh, where could that darling little hedgehog be?" He teased, putting his hands down and by his hips, facing his back to where he could clearly see and hear her moving through the bushes, crawling to try and get away and stay silent.

But she was anything but stealthy. He looked over his shoulder and chuckled, then dramatically began his performance. "Oh shucks, I really thought we could hit it off and be friends, too." He put a hand up to his forehead, speaking loudly. "I guess she doesn't like me... how sad, I think I might... be alone..." he faked a sniff, putting his hand down to his chest, "For the rest of my days... Poor, old Sonic." He shrugged and shook his head out, then smirked and narrowed his eyes behind him when he heard the shuffling stop.

'Got'cha.' he let the smirk reach the corner of his muzzle, 'Your bleeding heart is still too good to pass up someone who you feel is in need. No matter what age you are, you're still a bit of a saint.' he flopped down to be more at her level, but acted as though he was whining and complaining, "Ohhh!!!! What ever will I do!" he lifted his head to call up... then opened an eye to see if she was coming.

Just as planned, a tiny little hand gripped the back of one of his two spikes on his back.

He smiled kindly and looked back to her with great care to not seem threatening, "Well, hello there." he suddenly saw her look up and blush, then take off. "Huh? Hey, wait, where are you going?" He didn't bother to reach for her, just watched her.

"Ah, faking shy, eh?" He gave her a fond look, before Knuckles tumbled down to the ground with a bent and twisted body, looking completely out of his element in his worry of having to re-introduce himself to Amy... as a kid. "You're really banged up about this, aren't you?" Sonic teased, seeing his apparent struggle.

Knuckles got up and rubbed his head, on his hands and knees now, "Shut up..!" he countered, "Besides, what makes you so chill about meeting Amy again at this age? Aren't you a bit concerned she won't like you like she does now? O-or did now, o-or..." As he tried to figure out the tense, Sonic just rolled his eyes up and started crawling on the ground towards where Amy scampered off to. "Hey! Quit leaving me behind!!" Knuckles shouted out as Sonic lifted a foot up and tapped his mouth shut.

"Quiet, will ya? You'll scare her off." Sonic watched as Knuckles blinked, then nodded as Sonic removed his foot, "You really have never talked to a girl before... have you?"

"What's that supposed to mean!?" His anger spiked, but he was shouting in a whisper now, his fist up by Sonic and his teeth now pointed, eyes white in fury, and insulted with an anger mark showing through. "I was alone on an island my entire life! What's your excuse!?"

"I grew up around orphans..." Sonic muttered, looking around casually with his eyes for any sign of movement of where she might be.

"H-huh..? You did?" Knuckles blinked his eyes again, amazed.

"Yeah, you guys." Sonic teased, smiling back at Knuckles. "Tails, Amy... I was always being admired by those younger than me... it made me appreciate people like you and Eggman." he turned with a mischievous look in his face to Knuckles, pulling an eyelid down and sticking his tongue out, "I never had to be anything for you two."

"Why you..." Knuckles twitched an eyebrow in annoyance, but Sonic then lifted up a pointer finger, reminding Knuckles of what Tails had said.

"Just remember, tender love and care." He then grinned a beaming smile as though this was fun for him, and trekked back through the foliage as Knuckles held up his own finger again, repeating.

"Be on your best behavior... Tender love and care... got it... Ah! Hey! You're going off without me again!" he crawled after Sonic... but really, he was just following his lead.

Amy flopped a few long, dangling leafs off of her as she finally made it through the jungle floor's flora and looked up at the giant temples and structures before her.

She had never seen anything so massive and brilliant, tall and imposing... she looked behind her to hear Knuckles bumping into Sonic, and him telling him to 'watch it' and realized that those two strange boys were still after her.

She puffed up a cheek, 'Don't they ever give up!?'

She took off towards the steps of the temple before shying back and growing scared... one wrong move... and she could slip and fall all the way down the steps...

She rubbed her head with both hands, already scared of that possibility before gasping as Knuckles and Sonic came out of the bush.

"Huh? There you are!" Sonic called, very friendly, "Hey, where ya going?"

She immediately shivered, what did these men want with her..?

Sonic saw this... and immediately lost the nature.

He got up, "Hey, we're not here to harm you." he lifted his hands out to show her that it was okay, to not get worked up and calm down.

She scooted away, looking back up the structure and then to Sonic and Knuckles.

Sonic's eyes bent sweetly, "There, see? We can just talk and play, alright? We're not as scary as you may think-"

Knuckles bulldozed out and knocked Sonic down, the two tumbling as Sonic flailed a bit in the tangled wrestle of sorts, Knuckles having vines all over him.

"Ahhh!! It's a snake, get it off of me!" it clearly wasn't...

Amy was freaked out and all of Sonic's 'calming' energy escaped her and was pointless as she started the climb up the temple.

"Oh no!" Sonic pushed Knuckles off of him as he kept 'fighting' the vines he thought were snakes. "Amy!" he called out.

She paused... looking back at him, she wondered how he knew her name.

He raced over to her and held out his arms, "Amy, jump down, you'll get hurt!" he reached out further, showing how sincere he was. "Amy..." His eyes carried a look as though he wanted to protect her...

Her own eyes sparkled and shook... someone... someone truly wanted to be there for her?

Her hand moved a little off the next step she was going to climb, as though to trust that Sonic would catch her, but then...

"Got it! Haha! Take that, snakes!" Knuckles flopped the snakes off of him and then looked to see her on the temple steps, "GAHH!!! My ancestorial shrines!!!" He gripped his hands to his cheeks, then ran over and held up a fist, looking stern and fierce in his face as his brow was sharp and angled down. "Get off of there, you're far too small to be climbing that!" he shouted, as Sonic scolded him immediately and narrowed his eyes to him.

"Knuckles!"

"What!? .... ohhh..." Knuckles lowered his fist and loosened the features on his countenance. "Eh-heh... too much?" Some awkward sweat at knowing he had made a mistake dripped down the side of his face as Amy kept climbing. "Gahhh!!! She's gonna fall!" Knuckles worried, before jumping up and hitting his spikes on his fists to the temple's wall, hurriedly climbing up that way, "Ura-ura-urah!" he was like a red stream train that terrified her.

"Knuckles, stop it! You're scaring her!" he was making it worse, so Sonic scaled up the temple after him, running along side where he was drilling his fist in to keep scaling the large structure, "What happened to 'best behavior' and 'tender love and care'?" Sonic quipped back, but Knuckles just tsk'ed.

"You think your way is working any good? Pfft! She hasn't come to you yet, either!"

Sonic frowned, tilting his head as though he had something to prove now.

"Fine." He dashed up in front of Knuckles to stop him from climbing as ancient dust sprayed onto his face, making him cough and stop fully in his tracks.

"Hey!" he hacked, "Grr... what was that all about?" He didn't seem to understand... Sonic's gentleness towards the situation.

Amy kept climbing, her whole body having to pull itself up over each step before she looked down and panicked, seeing how high she had already gotten and the cold chill of the atmosphere that made her flinch back and cling to the stony, yet smoothened over through time steps.

She closed her eyes... and then... a hand reached out to her.

"Amy..?"

She blinked her eyes opened and looked up, amazed to see Sonic had made it to the steps above her and was reaching down, that same care in his eyes...

'This handsome boy... what does he want with little old me?'

"It's gonna be okay, Amy." Sonic's voice seemed to raise the rising heat on her cheeks. "You're gonna be alright, just hang on. Take my hand, I know it's scary, but you don't have to go back down alone. I'm here now, and I won't let you go. I promise."

His words... the expression on his face...

Every bit of her wanted to trust him.

Her mouth opened and then closed, her head turned away and her eyes shut as well. "I..." she could barely speak in her fear, "I can't."

His eyes blinked and lightened up a bit in curiosity, "Why not, Amy?" He was still being supportive, just wanting understanding.

"You..." she shivered... was she still afraid of him?

"You'll fall, too."

It was moments like these that melted away whatever cool guy attitude or ego Sonic thought he had. His eyes bent in absolute consideration for her... even in her own fears, she always thought of others and was more worried about pulling him down with her than her own safety.

"That's what I've always admired the most about you, Amy." He beamed a smile that when she looked to it, was like the very sun on top of the ancient ruins... like a sun god.

"Even in such a tiny body... your heart is as huge as can be."

With that, she went to take his hand... but then there was a tremor.

"W-woah-woah!" Sonic held on as only a foot and a hand was now on the steps above her, and her little body was being tossed about a bit, desperately trying to hold on. "Knuckles!" Sonic cried out, as Knuckles was charging from below, finally grabbing her ankle.

"Got her!" Knuckles grinned and snickered somewhat, "Hehehe, now you can't get away. You grab her from above and we'll glide down, Sonic!" He shouted out, making Amy flinch as she started hitting his head down.

"No, no, no!" she cried out, tears on the corners of her eyes, "Bad man, bad man!"

"B-bad man!?" Knuckles, getting repeatedly stomped on, looked confused, "We're trying to save you!"

"She means you, Knuckles!" Sonic gritted his teeth, "You have no tact, man!"

"Screw that! What does a tack have to do with this!?" He didn't seem to understand the term...

Sonic shook his head, then allowed himself to fall a bit down before catching himself again, kicking Knuckles with Amy as she watched a protective and caring arm go around her waist. "Get off, you brute! You're horrible with kids!"

"Brute!?" Knuckles was suddenly kicked down and fell, "AHH!!!!" he glided and looped around to another part of the wall. "WHAT WAS THAT FOR!?!?"

"Tsk, some heroic first impression, huh?" Sonic sarcastically stated,... as Amy's eyes began to fall in love with this strange blue hedgehog...

He helped her kick the bad man down...

He held her but wasn't trying to rip her off the stony mountain building...

"Who..." she softly let out, her little, high-pitched voice so cute as Sonic looked to her.

"Hmm?" he waited, still and comforting, for her to finish her question.

"Who are you, mister?" Her sweetness also came with some bitter aftertaste to him... as his eyes bent... wishing she knew all the history they had together...

His mind wandered to dates where he would carry her shopping list, and how she would spin around and give a cheery open-smile to him... "My hero!" she would chime out.

His eyes danced in those memories... barely remembering her as Rosy the Rascal, but mostly... as Amy Rose.

He smiled and closed his eyes, 'heh'ing as he then opened one and gave her a charming smile. "I'm Sonic!" he put a bit of gusto into it, "I'm Sonic The Hedgehog!"

"Hold her still!" Tails's voice suddenly flew into earshot as Sonic broke out of his dynamic introduction and looked down to see Tails flying up in a spiral. "Herrrree I goooo~" he lugged the heavy raygun up all the way and then fired it towards Amy.

The next day, Amy was knitting something on her porch, tapping her toes against the wooden porch before sighing and looking to the sky...

"...I was always on my own, then... longing for someone sweep me off my feet... I had no idea... that what I really needed was..." She paused when her hair flew to the side and she covered some of her face from the wind, then smiled as Sonic had raced by.

Her smile rose and she giggled, leaning forward and getting up off the step to grip a beam and lean her head lovingly into it.

"Was someone to believe in me... And support my adventures... no matter what."

And she was happy.

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Mrs. Payne cut a slice of cake and gave it to Liam. "Liam, darling, just eat a little." She looks at her watch and tries to give a smile. "Your friends are only two hours late--I think that's what most kids do; they always come late to parties and--" Liam's eyes start tearing up. "They're not my friends and they don't like me mum." He gets up and runs to his room, more tears filling his eyes.

Liam slammed his door shut and jumped on his bed, landing on his stomach. Bursting in tears in his pillow, fully sobbing. He had been lonely for years, constantly getting bullied, yet he gave all his classmates an invitation to his party, hoping someone, anyone would come along. He felt like a fool, giving himself hope that someone would give him a chance, even though no one liked him.

"Liam?" His mother softly asks from outside his door. "Someone's here to see you." Liam wipes his eyes. "Go away." He shouts half heartedly. "It's someone from your school. He's here for your party." Liam's eyes widen and immediately sits up. "Really?" He asks. "Who?" His mother giggles. "You'll have to come down and see, Liam." His heart steadily beats faster. He gets up and quickly wipes his eyes. He doesn't care who showed up, he was just happy that someone came.

He quietly walks downstairs and peaks around the corner to try and see who came. He sees a raven haired boy, wearing a white shirt and khakis. His beautiful big Brown eyes and long eyelashes fluttering, as he talks with his mom. He turns his head back around before the boy can see him. 'Who is he?' He thinks. He's never seen the boy from his school, but he's not against someone coming to his party.

He slowly walks around the corner and goes into the kitchen. Mrs.Payne sees Liam and smiles. "Liam, Zayn has come to join your party." 'Zayn. What a beautiful name' He thinks as his heart beats faster. "Hi." He says shyly. Zayn smiles. "I didn't know what to get you, so I got you a teddy bear." He says, giving him a small Brown bear. Liam hesitantly takes the bear and blushes. Mrs.Payne smiles and walks over to Liam. "I'll leave you two to the party. I have to go help at work. I'll be home either later tonight or tomorrow morning." She kisses Liam's forehead and heads out the door.

Liam, still blushing, says a quiet thank you and sits down. "I'm sorry I don't remember you from any of my classes." Zayn shakes his head. "I'm not. I actually saw a lot of invitations to this party. I decided to come since it looked like it would be a crowded party but I guess not." Sadness washes over Liam. "But that's okay. I like small parties like this, too. It's more intimate." He gives a smile.

"So what did you have planned for this party?" Liam looks up. "I'm not sure honestly. I just wanted a simple party where we ate cake and opened presents." Zayn nods. "Sounds good to me, especially that cake." He raises his eyebrows. He grabs the cake and cuts a slice for himself. "So Liam. Since I technically barged in, I will introduce myself. My name is Zayn Malik. I'm from Bradford and I love art. I love drawing and spray painting, honestly anything." He takes a bite out of his cake. Liam smiles and introduces himself.

"Wolverhampton. Nice" He says. "You know, it's kind of hard to believe no one wouldn't come to a party to celebrate someone so beautiful." Liam chokes on his cake. He's never been complimented before. He clears his throat and takes a drink of his tea. "Th-Thank you. But, I'm not popular. I don't really have... any friends." He says quietly. Zayn gets up and kneels in front of Liam. "Hey, don't worry about it." He lifts Liam's chin. "They're horrible if they can't see a great friend." He wipes Liam's tears away. "And it's the birthday. Let's go celebrate it." He takes Liam's hand and takes him outside. "Where are we going?" He asks. "It's a surprise." Zayn says, opening the passenger door for Liam. He then gets in and starts driving.

They go around the town, drinking lightly at a bar, before heading to a fancy restaurant that's dimly lit. They talk about their interests, likes and dislikes, future, before heading back on the road. Zayn drives for a while, until they get to seemingly nowhere, a sandy place far from the city with no lights.

Zayn parks and looks at Liam. "I go here when I want to get away for a while." He lifts the rooftop of the car. "You can perfectly see all the wonderful stars." Liam looks up in awe. The night sky was beautifully lit, the stars seemingly twinkles extra bright tonight. He looks over to Zayn and smiles. "Thank you. This was the best birthday ever." Zayn looks back at him and takes his hand. "I'm glad you liked it. Everyone deserves a great birthday. Although I'm sad no one came to your party, I'm also glad that they didn't. Otherwise I wouldn't have shared a great night with you." Liam blushes, his heart beating fast.

They slowly lean in, until their lips touch. A small peck was given, until Liam pushes forward, giving a bigger kiss. Zayn puts his hand on Liam's cheek and gives him another kiss. They hold on for a while, until Zayn slides his tongue across Liam's lips, asking for entrance. Liam parts his lips, now fully making out with Zayn. He climbs onto Zayn's lap, wrapping his legs around Zayn's hips and arms wrapped around his neck. Zayn wrapping his arms around Liam's waist. They continue making out until their lips get tired.

Liam puts his forehead against Zayn's, breathing heavily. They sit like that for a while, not talking or moving, just taking each other in.

After a couple of hours, Zayn drives them back to Liam's house. The air feeling a little crisper than usual, as they both come down from their high, realizing how much they want to stay together. The ride coming to a close, as Zayn stops at Liam's house. "Don't leave. Please." He begs with his eyes. Zayn smiles. "Of course not."

When they get inside the house, Liam takes Zayn hand and runs upstairs to his bedroom. He turns on the light and puts his house keys on his dresser, before taking his shoes off and changing into a t shirt and sweats. Zayn looks around. He sees Liam's toy story toys and some Batman posters. "Batman. Nice." Liam looks at his poster and blushes. He sits on his bed and twiddles his thumbs. "Do you mind laying with me? I don't want to be alone tonight." He asks softly with his head down.

Zayn takes his shoes off and goes to the other side of the bed and lays down on his side, behind Liam. He softly grabs Liam's waist, pulling him closer. Liam lays down and faces Zayn, as Zayn holds onto his waist. "You'll never be alone with me." He whispers before kissing Liam's forehead. Liam smiles and buries his head into Zayn's neck, taking in his scent, as he slowly drifts asleep.

T H A N K Y O U FOR PUTTING THIS IN MY ASKS

I'm not used to reading bottom liam but when I do it just feels so soft and right and I love it, and i loved your writing. idk when was this left here, I'm so sorry, but I just saw it and- well, you've turned a shitty day into a not so shitty day. It's adorable, a girl really be needing some fluff sometimes

#ziam fluff #ziam #zayn malik #liam payne #ziam mayne #srsly thanks #ziamsince2008

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magioftheseas · 3 years

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Mending Cotton Thread

Summary: the ultra despair girls meet with an ex-servant once more.

Rating: PG

Warnings: Language courtesy of Touko

Notes: This is late for Touko’s birthday and wasn’t even written for her birthday but please accept it anyway. Writing Touko is hard. I tried. Weirdly I haven’t written a lot of Toukomaru, presumably because I suck or something. And Komaeda is here, too. I do write a lot of him.

***Alternate Ao3 Link***

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Of all the people to see again, she wasn’t expecting it to be Servant-san. It had to be at the weirdest, most unexpected moment.

Except not really. All she was doing was visiting the Future Foundation building to leave a report and namely, to talk to Makoto for a bit. Riots broke out in Towa City again, and he had been so worried about her but she took care of it, her and Touko, it was fine, everything was fine, but she did still want to talk to Makoto and—

“Oof!”

“Ah!”

She hadn’t been paying much attention. She ran into someone, near barreled into them, actually, and that person had been kind enough to steady her in return. They had a cold but secure grip. Not clammy like Touko but much more perfunctory. There was a mechanical whirl by her ear, and a soft exhale.

“Are you...alright?” A hesitant question. One that Komaru immediately needed to respond to.

“Yes, I’m fi—!”

When she turned to face that person, she stopped. In fact, everything stopped.

When she was face to face with Servant-san again, it wasn’t fine. It wasn’t fine at all. She froze up and reached for her gun instinctively, only pausing when he backed off and held up his hands.

“Sorry,” he says with a pitiful smile. “I’ll be out of the building soon. Please don’t mind me, Komaru-san.”

Komaru blinked at him. It was Servant-san’s face, but Servant-san never looked at her like that.

Her thoughts start racing in spite of his apparent efforts.

What—should I do? Should I accost him? Stop him? Interrogate him? Demand something like, “what are you doing here?! What are you planning?!”

But he doesn’t look like he’s planning anything bad...

If she were Makoto, she’d stand her ground but smile in return. Would simply ask questions. Would defuse the situation. Act sweet. Act gentle. Makoto was a bit hapless at times, but he always dealt well with people.

If she were Touko, she’d stand her ground and strike first. Throw Servant into the wall. Incapacitate him. Show that she was in charge. That she was in control. Even though Touko had a unique way with words, she knew how to back herself up with actions.

She’s not either of them. Komaru is just—herself.

“Servant-san...?” she questions it because even now, Komaru is not the surest of herself.

“Oh. I never...” Servant laughs, wheezes. It’s such a scratchy ugly sound that Komaru nearly seizes up, but Servant is quick to wave his hands and shake his head frantically. “No, no, I wasn’t laughing at you, Komaru-san! It’s more that I...um. I never introduced myself properly to you, did I?”

“You said not to mind you,” she pointed out, lips pointed into a frown. “You said that back then—and just now. So, have you really changed?”

“Mm, no comment.” He doesn’t look at her but he seemed embarrassed. Human, whereas Servant-san had always come across as alien and incomprehensible. So he had changed in some ways.

If he was at the Future Foundation and not in chains, maybe he was dubbed safe to be around?

Unless—?!

No, no, she told herself once she got a closer look at Servant. Servant, who shuffled back uncomfortably but didn’t try to run. Servant, who was wearing a finely pressed suit with gloved hands. Hair tied back neatly to boot. One could be mistaken and almost think this person handsome in a soft, mushy kind of way. Either way, with a look like this... I don’t think Servant-san has recently broken out of any prisons.

“Servant-san,” she said, and he perked up.

“It’s Komaeda.” He gives a smile. “Komaeda Nagito. Nice to see you again, Komaru-san. I’m terribly sorry for causing such a scare.” Ducking his head, he side-steps as if just being in her path had been a horrible offense on his part. Touko would agree with that assessment, so Komaru is quiet as Ser—as Komaeda Nagito flees.

She never got any actual answers. Just a name.

Servant-san is still a strange person, she decided. At least—he’s more like a person than before.

“Um... K-Komaru...?”

She’s so busy daydreaming that she’s not paying much attention to her surroundings.

“Komaru...”

She’s caught up in thoughts of that strange encounter. Wondering if maybe it had been too lukewarm, too inconsequential all things considered. Too—normal. Which Servant-san of the past would’ve gotten annoyed about. Komaeda Nagito hadn’t been bothered at all.

“Komaru!”

Komaru gasped mid-sigh which caused a near hiccup. She also jumped to attention, much to her girlfriend’s annoyance.

“The hell is with you,” Touko was griping. “Did something happen?”

Straight to the point. A hand on her shoulder. A stern grip.

That was Touko. Her partner and pillar.

“You kept making that annoyingly constipated look you get when you’re deep in thought,” Touko elaborated. In a very ‘that was Touko’ sort of way. “Spill the shit, Komaru.”

Touko was very reassuring.

(Komaru means this sincerely.)

“There was someone I met...”

Touko ended up so shocked by this apparent encounter that she started foaming at the mouth.

“But, uh, he didn’t seem like a bad person?” Komaru offered pitifully. “Ser—um. Komaeda-san had a completely different feel! Actually...”

The more I thought about it, he had reminded me somewhat of Makoto.

“W-We absolutely can’t trust your judgment!” Touko hissed, still so rattled and anxious. “You’re way too naïve and flippant about this—that fucking shit-spewing toilet tried to get her to kill you, you know!”

“I know, but...” I believed in you, so it was fine. “I did ask Makoto about him. Makoto said that... Komaeda-san was working with the Future Foundation, and that Komaeda-san wasn’t a bad person.”

Touko’s lips pulled into a thin line.

“You didn’t tell him, did you? That you already met that fucker.”

Unsurprisingly, Touko had seen right through her. Despite everything, she couldn’t help but smile at that, even when Touko’s response was a long-suffering groan.

“Komaru, what the shit. That’s absolutely the kind of thing you should run by your damn brother. By the way, that scummy guy?! He tried to have me offed by a serial killer! So maybe—I don’t know! Be fucking careful, you dullard?! Something like that!” Touko flailed, but when she steadied herself, she took Komaru by the shoulders. “Are you seriously the kind of fucking doormat that keeps quiet when troubled?! Are you kidding me?!”

“It’s not that,” Komaru denied. “It’s more that—I trust Makoto? Just like I trusted you...”

“You shouldn’t! He’s an idealistic moron and I’m—argh!” Touko pinched her nose. “Forget this. Let me settle things.”

I trust Touko-chan, so...!

“Touko-chan!” She seized her precious partner’s hands, squeezing with all she had. “Let’s settle them together!”

“U-Ugh...” Touko does flinch with a face such a heated red that it caused her glasses to fog up and steam to come pouring out the ears. “T-T...T-T-T-To...gether...”

Komaru can’t help but smile brightly.

It’s cliché to think, but we absolutely won’t falter if we’re together!

Touko had made demands to Makoto on the first given opportunity, leaving no room for argument.

“Do you think that we don’t fucking know who that guy used to be?! Before you parade him around so s-shamelessly you have to run shit by us! I’ll be the judge if he’s actually good enough to be out in the open or not...!”

“You want to meet with Komaeda-san?” He does glance at Komaru. Swallowing, she nods and stares back. Her brother understands. “Alright. I’ll set up a meeting, then. Did something...?”

“Happen? Between us? What the hell gave you that idea,” Touko scoffed before getting all flustered. “O-Obviously! We met him in Towa! He really caused us a shitload of problems! Did Byakuya-sama not tell you?!”

“Ah, he might’ve mentioned something like that...” Makoto’s smile is apologetic. “I’m sorry, Komaru.”

Komaru waved her hands.

“It’s not that I want S—Komaeda-san to be behind bars or anything. If you say he’s atoning, I believe you, Makoto... But... I do want to see it for myself.”

For a moment, she does think of those other kids. Shingetsu in particular who had been earnest in his desires to help other kids. While she never could get a read on Servant either, she did wonder if he had been the same before he got warped.

If Makoto believes in him, she’ll believe, too. Touko is stiff around the face and shoulders, but she’s no less reassuring when Komaru squeezes her hand.

It’ll be fine, she thinks. She’s sure of it.

Makoto’s smile brightens, and Komaru can’t help but feel hopeful.

...that doesn’t mean she expects things to be simple.

She’s not that stupid.

“Ser—Komaeda-san,” she greets. The two of them are sitting across from each other now.

“Shit-spewer,” Touko scowls, crossing her arms and glaring. “You’re looking ruddier than last time we met. Disgusting.”

Komaeda’s cheeks darkened. He looked sheepish. To think someone like this had caused so much trouble—that was an understatement. This guy used to be major bad news.

“It’s nice to see you two doing well,” he states meekly, ducking his head. His shoulders hunch in a bit as if Komaeda wants nothing more than to curl up into a ball and disappear.

“It’s not nice!” Touko squawked. “It’s way fucking unpleasant to see your gross face out and about! And how dare you smell so clean! A-Are you mocking us?!”

“Not my intention, I swear,” he murmurs. “Is it...alright if I...?”

“We’re asking the questions!” Touko snapped and obediently, Komaeda’s mouth snapped shut.

There’s not even a whiff of defiance, and Komaru finds that she’s already relaxed.

Even if he acted up, we could easily take him.

Still, she’d rather not fight so she smiles instead.

“How are you, Komaeda-san?”

“I’m...fine.” Komaeda’s not looking at her. He seems so anxious. It’s starting to feel really weird.

“Why are you so nervous?” Touko asks outright. “W-With the shit you pulled, w...we should be the nervous ones...!”

Komaeda’s head bows. He apologizes. Komaru frowns.

Like this, he’s...so pitiful.

“Straighten up!” Touko exclaimed. “If you keep fucking bowing like that, we’re gonna start to look like bullies!”

Komaeda apologizes. He does straighten. And—

I don’t...think he’s a bad person.

“Let’s start over,” Komaru hears herself suggest. She sticks out her hand. “I’m Naegi Komaru. This is my girlfriend, Touko.”

“Fukawa,” Touko spits out with a sneer, trembling but still following her lead.

“It’s nice to meet you,” Komaru finishes sunnily. “Komaeda-san!”

Slowly, tentatively, Komaeda grips her hand with the flesh one. Even through the gloves, she can tell that it’s a little clammy and quite uncertain. But all the same, the two shake on it, and Komaeda is smiling in a way that’s not just calming, but reassuring.

“Komaru-san,” Komaeda says as he pulls back. “Fukawa-san. It’s nice to meet both of you.”

Touko groaned, rolling her eyes.

“You’re just saying that... This situation isn’t nice at all...”

“I think it’s nice!” Komaru exclaims, clapping. “Now that we’re all acquainted, let’s talk about stuff! Komaeda-san, what kind of manga do you like?”

“Ah.” Komaeda swallowed. “I prefer...novels.”

Touko snorted. “Murakami, I presume?”

“No, no.” Komaeda shook his head. “Yoshimoto-san is more to my tastes. Her works are more...welcoming, aha.”

“They also have a lot of death in them,” Touko remarked, frowning. “I see...so that’s the kind of person you like...”

“Then, you must read Touko-chan’s novels!” Komaru shouted with such force that Komaeda flinched back.

“I-I don’t want to be liked by someone like you!” Touko hissed.

“I do love your novels as well, Fukawa-san,” Komaeda said, much to her horror.

“No! I don’t w-want someone like you to like me!”

“Touko-chan’s working on a novel right now!” Komaru said, getting more excited. “It’s the best one yet! It’s about—!”

Touko screamed, tackling Komaru to the ground to cover her mouth furiously. Screeching unintelligible garble all the while. Komaru flailed and struggled, and then—a bright burst of laughter.

“N-No, no, sorry, sorry,” Komaeda wheezed, covering his own mouth and shaking. With a flushed face and sparkling eyes, such a look of joy was enough to get the girls separating and flustered.

“...there is an I-novel I finished a couple of years back,” Touko found herself grumbling. “Naegi liked it...so you’ll probably like it, too.”

“You really think so?” Komaeda asked, squeaked, almost, and his blush darkened. “I-I mean...”

“You’ll like it so much it’ll make you want to puke,” Touko was seething, now. “So—I expect you to read the whole thing! Beginning to end! Twice, even!”

“A-Ah...”

“A-And tell me your thoughts!” she demanded. “Every single one! No matter how shitty or scummy! Do it!”

“O-Okay, Fukawa-san...!”

Watching them, Komaru’s grin was wide enough to split her face.

It’ll be fine, she thinks as the two banter and bicker. I’m sure of it.

#Magi fics #nagito komaeda #komaru naegi #touko fukawa #Toukomaru #sdr2 spoilers #dr3 spoilers

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ghost-ghost-baby · 4 years

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Shigaraki being a dense mother fucker basically

I cant think of a better title lol

Warnings: swearing, lil bita angst, omegaverse

Requests: open

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Sorry for any mistakes I’m doin this on mobile!

You’d accidentally wandered into the bar in one of your drunken hazes, it was only a block away from your apartment, an easy mistake! Toga was the only one there, and while she’d laughed at your slurred speech and wobbly movements, she still offered you a place to stay for the night. You’d woken up with a bad taste in your mouth and messy blonde hair in your face, but the omega scent that surrounded you put you right at ease. After she explained what happened you fell over yourself trying to thank her and apologies for your behaviour, and that was how you came to your quirk. You could duplicate anything, although the lifespan of the copy depended on what it was, and you quickly duplicated all the money in your pockets and gave it to her. After that you just kind of… hung around. It was nice being with another omega, your apartment was so, so empty, and Toga was already what you considered a close friend. Omegas were known to bond in record time. So you stayed.

You’d awoken to the best smell you’d ever come across, figuring Toga was cooking breakfast, she wasn’t in bed, you got out of bed and stretched. You didn’t think as you threw a loose T-shirt over your pyjamas, covering your yawn as you padded down the stairs to find Toga. You’d barely made it to the bottom step before a growl ripped across the room and you froze, eyes taking in the two newcomers. They were both taller than you, one sporting some of the most extensive scarring you’d ever seen, and the other was so beautiful your heart jumped into your throat. It only took you a moment to remember, Toga had mentioned them one night, Dabi and,,, Shigaraki? That was it! His eyes were red, and they bored into your frozen form as you wondered what the fuck was going on. You’d heard of true mates, sure, but they were rare, you’d never be that- oh god the alpha was walking towards you. Without a second thought you bolted back up the stairs, your heart slamming against your chest when another growl echoed behind you, and heavy footsteps soon followed your own panicked ones.

You’d almost made it to Toga’s room before a weight rammed into your back and sent you sprawling, knocking the wind out of you as you could only lay there gasping for air and wondering what was going to happen next.

“Why’d you fucking run, huh?” The weight you now knew was Shigaraki shifted on top of you, and your eyes shot open when you felt him push your hair away and expose the back of your neck. He wasn’t going to…?

“Don’t do anything like that again and we won’t have a problem, mate.” You didn’t know why you were just laying there, your hands scrabbling for purchase on the floor when you felt him kiss over your neck. You couldn’t stop the whimper that escaped past your lips when you felt his teeth graze the sensitive skin, and a moment later you were yelping as Shigaraki bit down, hard.

“Just to make sure you know who you belong to.” The alpha was finally coming down from the high he got from the chase, pupils slowly going back to their normal size, not that you could see it from where u were pinned.

“O-Okay.” Was all you managed to squeak out, although it was enough to make your alpha let out a satisfied purr.

It had only been a couple of days since Tomura had claimed you, and insisted you call him Tomura from now on, but he hadn’t scented you once. He’d scent everything else, clothes, blankets, pillows, but when it came to you he’d just… avoid the subject. Now that you thought of it, he’d barely touched you at all since what happened in the hallway, was that why you were so tired? You were probably just being paranoid, it must just be a bug or something, but that didn’t help with the stomach ache you’d developed. Maybe your mate would be in the mood to give you a hug? Or something…? You were already in one of his hoodies that he’d only scented hours ago, but it wasn’t enough, and you should probably tell him if you weren’t feeling well, right?

“Tomura…?” You creaked open the door to his room, not at all surprised to see him playing some game, still, he motioned for you to come in, and you closed the door as quietly as you could behind you. He didn’t look up as you padded over, dropping down next to him and taking some comfort in his scent washing over you. Now what? You didn’t want to bother him.

“I’m kinda busy, do you want me to scent something else for you?” Tomura tensed when you leaned against him, although he didn’t push you away, and his eyes flicked over to your form. Your nerve failed now that you were actually here, he was your alpha, you needed to trust him. Your tummy probably just hurt from something you ate, so you just shook your head and got back on your feet, making up some excuse about needing to use the bathroom. Tomura frowned as he watched you leave, something about your scent was off, like it had spoiled since he’d first smelled it or something, and every instinct he had was telling him to run after you and interrogate you about your health. But he held himself back, he didn’t want to lose control and hurt you, what if he accidentally touched you wrong and you were just… gone? He’d be lying if he said having you so close wasn’t driving him crazy, but he’d already let his instincts overtake him once, he couldn’t risk it again. If something was wrong you’d tell him, for sure. The pit in his stomach wasn’t filled, however, and it continued to bother him while he waited for you to come back.

The bathroom was a lie, you felt sick, sure, but you left the bar, pulling Tomura’s hoodie closer around you as you walked back to your apartment. It was just as cold and empty as you left it, but it had your nest and all the heating pads and tea you’d need to try and help with this bug. You quickly gathered everything you’d need before you retreated to your room, sitting right in the middle of the bed and pulling your blanket up to your chin after you’d put on a show. You felt too sick to nest, just leaning back against the headboard and letting your eyes loll closed.

“Where the fuck is Y/n? They went to the bathroom and never came back.” Tomura ran into the bar, his upset scent making Toga and Dabi pull disgusted faces as they turned to him.

“They had a stomach ache so they went back to their apartment.” Dabi turned back to Kugiouri, but Toga’s eyes pinned the alpha to the spot, and he couldn't stop the uncomfortable growl in his throat.

“You’ve been neglecting them, if they go into an omega depression or anything like that? I’ll watch the life drain out of you when my knife goes into your heart.” The omega turned back to the bar, engaging in a conversation with Dabi like she hadn’t just shattered Tomura’s world. Just when he thought it couldn’t get worse, Dabi piped up, small grin on his face as he spoke.

“If you don’t scent them enough and take proper care of them, I might have to steal them away and show them what a real alpha is like.”

Tomura left too quickly after that to hear him finish, he needed to find his omega. He needed to find you now. Before it was too late.

You didn’t even hear your door open with all the blankets you had piled on top of you. If it wasn’t for your scent Tomura wouldn’t know you were under there. He’d tracked the bitter smell all the way to your bedroom, and he quickly dumped the snacks he’d gotten on the bedside table.

“Y/n, are you there?” He asked as if he didn’t know the answer. His instincts went into high alert when you didn’t answer, panic gripping him as he ripped away the covers to see you curled around a pillow and looking at him with mild confusion.

“Tomura..?What’re you…?” You trailed off, you were too tired to even think of the words to say. “I’m sick, I just wanna sleep.”

“Why didn’t you tell me something was wrong? I’m your alpha.” The distress in his voice made your eyes crack open again, and what was with him?

“It’s just a stomach bug, I’ll be good as new after I get some rest. I didn’t wanna bother you.”

“Just a stomach bug? That’s what you think this is?” How could you be so oblivious to your own health? Tomura was shaking as he climbed into bed next to you, and you froze as you wondered what he was doing. He usually didn’t initiate any kind of contact, something must be wrong? Arms wrapped around you like you were made of glass, you’d never been treated this gently, especially by him? You turned so you were chest to chest, surprised to see how much worry was swirling in your alphas eyes.

“I should have noticed something was off.” Tomura couldn’t help but growl, oh too aware of how close you were and how only four of his fingers were touching you. Here goes nothing, hopefully you wouldn’t hit him or anything, your alpha leant down, nosing over your scent gland before he gently rubbed his cheek against it. The relief that washed over you almost had you keening, the pain in your stomach and heaviness that had taken over your body slowly fading away as your alpha scented you. Happy chirps left you and you happily bared your neck for better access, your eyes closing as you snuggled closer to your mate, happier than you’d ever been.

#bnha x reader #yandere x reader #bnha omegaverse #shigaraki x reader #yandere tomura x reader #tomura x reader #alpha tomura #omega reader #bnha #yandere bnha #x reader

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whitherliliesbloom · 4 years

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it’s not even october!

[ ffxivwrite2020 ] ★ [ masterlist ] ★ [ prompt #20 (free write) - shiver ]

[ wol & ryne ] ★ [ 1,779 words ] ★ [ highschool / modern au ]

ryne, illya and mentions of alphinaud, alisaie, gaia, aymeric and laurelis who belongs to @ancientechos and kirishimi who belongs to @windup-dragoon.

alisaie wants to make sure every member among her group of friends visits her class’ haunted maze at least once - even the one who doesn’t do well with horror films.

“Please please please, Illya! You have to go with me! I-I don’t have anyone else to ask at this point!”

It’s not uncommon to find Ryne tailing her considerably shorter schoolmate with glasses around, nor would it be the first or last time she’s ever had to beg a favor for Illya.. but the desperation in Ryne’s voice would give unknowing casual observers the impression that what she was asking of Illya was something of a matter between life and death.

“Ryne.. if you’re that scared, why would you even want to go?”

“You heard Alisaie, right?? She worked really really hard on her class attraction.. She’ll be mad if we don’t pay it a visit at least once!”

The lalafell has serious doubts Alisaie would be so petty as to hold a grudge on her friends for not visiting her attraction... or maybe she would, but it certainly wouldn’t last long. Unsurprisingly however, of all people to take Alisaie’s threats seriously, it’d be the largely gullible, far too kind-hearted Ryne... who also happened to be one of the most faint-hearted of their clique, alongside a certain student council president that is.

Ryne was bubbly, outgoing, and popular with her peers to boot, not unlike Laurelis. But unlike the pink haired miqo’te, she doesn’t do well with any sort of scary attractions, horror films and of course, has never set foot inside a haunted house in her life.

It’s not likely that this haunted maze attraction put together by a bunch of highschoolers would be quite as elaborate or scary as actual haunted houses - ones that she hears Alisaie and Gaia frequent during the annual scare festival held in the Black Shroud.. but it’d be insensitive to tell Sailor-Moon loving, plush hugging and sunlight loving Ryne that she has no reason to be as frightened as she is, not when Illya herself has no idea what to expect from the haunted maze.

“W-what about Gaia? I’m sure she’d be better company than me..”

“She’s busy helping her class.. I asked Tataru and Kirishimi too! But Tataru is also helping her class’ maid cafe.. and Kirishimi says she’s busy too!”

Figures.. and it just so happens that Illya was the only one on her shift break. Her class, who had decided on opening a little carnival game esque stall, had assigned her on a half hour break during this period where there weren’t quite as many people walking about in the morning. The crowds were certain to pick up later, especially in the afternoon when the festival would be open to the public.

Illya doesn’t even think to suggest her boyfriend. He’d be far more hesitant on visiting the haunted maze than Ryne.. and he’s likely busy with his council duties anyway.

“O-okay, okay. I’ll go with you.” The lalafell droops her shoulder in defeat, and Ryne’s face practically lights up with relief.

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“Welcome, welcome. Entry for two, I presume?”

A familiar sultry voice greets them outside the classroom, which has been thoroughly decorated by fake cobwebs, pumpkin and skeleton stickers as well as an array of other equally spooky props littering the little booth that stood right outside the entrance.

The windows and doors have been covered with black drapes, vandalized well with splashes of paint that would sell as convincing blood to all but the particular observant eye.

“U-um.. Yes.” Illya isn’t typically the one to lead the way while hanging with friends, nor is she the type to speak for anyone’s behalf. But she thinks it better with how her friend was already huddled behind her, shivering slightly. “They assigned you to collect tickets, Aymeric?”

He dramatically grabs his cape and wraps it around him, and she could just barely catch a glimpse of fake fangs beneath his lips as he smiles.

“Yes.. I’d have been happy playing a role within the attraction itself.. But my classmates said something about my face attracting more ladies.”

Oh, of course.

With a slight tilt of her head, Illya tears off two of her tickets from her booklet and hands it to the taller elezen, who gives a elegant bow before opening the door to the classroom.

It’s pitched black, and the path ahead is obscured by yet more black drapes. From beneath the cloth however, light fog seeps out and causes Ryne behind her to squeak. They went as far as to buy a fog machine?

“Then, I bid you welcome.. to your doom.” Aymeric’s voice greets them menacingly, though he is quick to look up at the pair with a gentler smile. “Please take one of the lanterns near the entrance before proceeding.”

Illya doesn’t consider herself to be particularly courageous or fond of horror flicks herself, especially not on Alisaie’s level. But she’s watched enough films and visited enough haunted houses (dragged by Alisaie’s insistence, of course) to know that she’s not nearly as jittery about ghosts and the like compared to Ryne. She’s been jumped by professional actors in full elaborate costumes.. seen more fake blood and guts then she’d have liked to admit.. an amateurly put together haunted maze shouldn’t prove too difficult by comparison.

But she finds Ryne’s nervousness infecting her, and the gardening club president gulps before daring herself to push past the black drapes and step inside the room.

As Aymeric had instructed, a box of fake plastic lanterns had been placed on the ground next to an equally plastic looking skull, and Illya picks one up before turning to look back at Ryne, whose complexion had already turned as white as a sheet.

The door slams shut behind them, and the pair nearly jump out of their skin.

“W-why is there even a haunted maze??? It’s not even October...” Perhaps desperate for some form of conversation to keep her mind off their treacherous journey ahead, Ryne asks as she huddles closer to Illya.. though their height difference makes it rather hard for her friend to provide any sort of physical protection or barrier for her, it beats going at it alone.

“Well.. haunted mazes are typically a staple in school festivals.”

Illya finally walks ahead, much to Ryne’s dismay, and pushes past the first set of drapes to enter a dark corridor with a pile of skeleton bones and metal bars lining either side of their path. A dungeon scene, it would seem like, filled with the corpses of those who had been sent away here to die.

The girls walk forward at a brisk pace, passing about halfway through the dungeon when the lantern in Illya’s hand begins to flicker.

“A-ah!! No! The lantern is haunted too!”

“I-I think it’s just the battery-”

“Ooooh... everything is out to get us... Illya, I’m scared...”

Out of the kindness of her heart, and consideration for her already thoroughly frightened friend, Illya picks up her pace and begins to walk through to the next area.

Fake metal chains covered in blood hung from the ceiling, and the fog they’d seen from earlier returns, though this time thick enough to actually obscure the path. It gives even Illya some pause, who thinks it better not to mention the ominous whisper she hears playing from some kind of speaker behind them to Ryne.

Their pace slows from the fog and the chains that threatened to strike them in the face should they move too quickly, and just as the lantern in Illya’s hand flickers once more...

“AHHHH!”

Their first screams within the maze, raised in pitch as a bloody corpse jumps from behind a curtain to startle them, before quickly retreating into their hiding spot, satisfied at the scare.

“T-that was... that was so awful!!” Ryne nearly sobs into her hands, while Illya takes a deep breath and a huff, before recollecting herself enough to glance back at the obscured curtain with a raise of an eyebrow.

She doesn’t recognize that student.. which means that she’s still somewhere deeper in this maze.

“Let’s keep going, Ryne.”

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The haunted maze was no bigger than the size of a classroom, despite the illusion of being far longer due to the winding paths and darkened halls.

This class certainly spared no expanse when it came to making the maze as immersive as they could, and though it hardly matched up to the elaborate attractions of Scare Festival, Illya was still impressed enough with their effort to admit.. she can understand why Alisaie would be so insistent on her friends coming to visit this attraction.

But she still can’t help but shake the feeling that there was another reason.. something far more sinister, darker.. more malicious than the pure intention of showing off her hard work.

“A-are we at the end yet???” Ryne’s voice is thin, as if she’d been screaming for an entire day now, and she looks about as ready to be done with the place as Illya herself is.

“We should be. By my estimation, this should be the last hallway.”

The two girls turn the corner, putting past the library of giant spiders and ghosts behind them only to find a giant coffin ahead of them, bathed in saturated red spot light and a dark red carpet leading up to it. It took even a moment for Illya to realize it was simply made of cardboard.. the spray paint and detailing of the outline of the box coupled with the lighting certainly sold the illusion of it being a real coffin well.

It was the only thing standing in between them and the exit, their last obstacle.

But before they could rush their way past the coffin, a voice spoke out.

“So.. you’ve survived this far.”

The coffin door opens, and from within, more fog spills out. A spiked boot takes a step out, and just barely, they catch a glimpse of a bloody clawed hand grasping at the door of the coffin.

“But don’t count on your luck.. You only survived this far because I allowed you to. Now...”

The coffin door slams open, and the red spotlight shines upon a suited demon, who lets out a wicked laugh before charging towards the girls.

“I SHALL DEVOUR YOU BOTH!!”

“....Alisaie?”

“NOOOOOOOOOO!!!”

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come to our attraction COWARDS 😈 @angelosxx tweeted:

So my class had to shut down our haunted house cause Ryne collapsed on the floor and wouldn’t let go of Illya or open her eyes 😅

- stop giving me shit bout my lipstick @gaiacore replied:

....for real?

- cosplaycon2020hype!! 💫 💛 @ryneoflight replied:

you guys made it way too scary!! it’s not my fault!! 😭 😭 😭

-That Kiri Dumbass @betterthanestinien replied:

Oh damn wouldn’t liked to visit lol

#ffxiv #ffxivwrite2020 #ffxivwrite #ryne #illya skawi #alisaie leveilleur #alisaie #kiwisffxivwrite2020 #fanfic #mine #this was a process #i'm so far behind on reading people's fanfics because i barely have the motivation or time to even write my own im sorry

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maandags · 4 years

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Eidolon (Angel!Keith x Demon!reader) {part v}

*goes into hiding for 23455 years*

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Summary: Keith is an angel, and he’s completed mission after mission for the Upper Hand, the organisation controlling all of the Above. He’s only failed a mission once: when he was assigned to kill you, a surprisingly charismatic demon. He roamed Earth–Middle Ground–for years before he was caught by the Upper Hand again, and things quickly go south.

Genre: angst YEEEET

Word count: 6.2K

Notes: masterlist - {previous} - {next} -- me: *doesn't update for 67 years* *updates* *doesn't update for 67 ye

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And when I fall to rise

with stardust in my eyes

In the backbone of night, I’m combustible

~ King of The Clouds, Panic! At The Disco

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“I got you caramel popcorn.”

You look up from where you’re tying your boots and raise an eyebrow. “Beg your pardon?”

A plastic box filled with the sticky treats lands on the couch next to you. “Caramel popcorn. You like it, right?” Keith runs a hand through his hair and plops down too, giving a small wince. He’s trying very hard to hide the fact that he’s still feeling pretty beat up, but he’s not very good at it. Or maybe you’re just very skilled at reading him.

You cautiously take the box, pop off the lid and pluck one grain from its siblings. “I do like it.” With a flourish, you stick it in your mouth and smile at the sweet taste. “How’d you know?”

Keith looks down. “You probably mentioned it while I was… out.”

Your fingers, halfway down the box already, freeze. “Say what now?”

He shrugs stiffly, the shirt draped over his lanky frame only barely moving with him. He’s lost so much weight while he was sick, and it’s affected him more than he cares to show. He still tires easily, needs a lot of sleep. He gets nauseous faster, and gets dizzy when he stands up too abruptly. Over the past few days he’s been getting better, staying up with longer intervals between naps every time but he still isn’t quite back to normal.

And it’s bothering him. You can tell it’s bothering him. He tries to help you in any way he can, though those aren’t many. You’ve had him buy groceries a few times so you could come straight home from work–but that was often quite late in the evening, and you right now you’re just about to leave for work.

“I keep getting these flashes of memories that aren’t mine. And–well–you’re the only person I’ve talked to for about two weeks, so I figured they were yours.” He gives a nervous laugh. “Well, practically the only person. I’m guessing it wasn’t the grocer who leaked some of his memories into my brain.”

“No. ‘Cause that would be weird,” you say, carefully removing your hand from the popcorn and placing the bucket on the low coffee table in front of you. Suddenly you feel cold again.

“Look,” he starts, and you firmly keep your eyes on the bowl of popcorn, not wanting to meet his, “I don’t know what you did or who you went to for whatever it is that cured me. But I do know that you saved my life, and I’ll forever be in your debt for that.”

“Keith–”

“No, seriously. I don’t need to know everything. That’s completely fine. But I don’t want you to get hurt because you were trying to help me.” And he sounds so sincere, like he means every word, and you look away and purse your lips and tug at your shoelaces because he’s really not making things easy for you.

Whenever you think you finally have your thoughts out in a row, Keith swoops in and says a line like that one and makes everything foggy again. He could have drop-kicked you in the stomach and you would be less confused. Stupid, stupid, stupid. You wonder if he’s doing it on purpose–if he knows you’ve been tasked with a mission that’s nothing short of impossible.

Not impossible in the literal sense of the word. In fact, it would hardly be a challenge at all; Keith’s still weakened and even without your knives you could overpower him in half a second. No, the impossibility of the task lies in a more complicated and nuanced territory: your morals. Your feelings towards him, to be exact, and how much you can ignore them. If you even want to ignore them, and up til now that’s not looking very likely a possibility.

The portal pass Prince Lotor gave you sits untouched in a locked drawer in your nightstand. At night, when the only sound filling the air is the nightlife of the city, you can feel it pulsing beside you, beckoning to be used. It’s tempting you, whispering for your touch, begging to return home. As far as you know, portal passes don’t have expiration dates, but you’re still hoping that the call will eventually weaken until you don’t even notice it anymore.

No, giving Keith up to the Below isn’t an option. But he’s growing stronger every day, and at one point he’s going to leave. He’ll leave, and you won’t be there to protect him anymore, and that means he’ll be fair game for any Bounty out there who caught word of the prize his capture will grant.

And really, you just want him to stay.

You want him to stay because your life has been infinitely more interesting since he showed up. You want him to stay because you took care of him for a week while he was dying, and you’re the reason he’s here, alive, in the first place. You want him to stay because you’ve grown to like him–and because he understands you in a way no one else can.

“I’m not hurt,” you assure him. Your fingers ghost over his briefly before you pull them back to your lap. “I won’t get hurt. I promise.” He gives a tentative smile and you zip your hoodie up over your t-shirt. “Let’s focus first on getting you all healed up, all right?”

“I’m fine!”

“Keith, you tripped over your own shoelace and immediately knocked yourself out. You almost threw up after going out onto the rooftop.” You tug a soft hat over your ears and, after a small moment of hesitation, grab a last small handful of caramel popcorn and cradle them in your palm. They really are good. “I’ll be back this afternoon. If anything’s wrong, call. I might not pick up right away but I’ll call back.”

He sighs, tugs at a strand of dark hair. “Okay. Bye.”

You snatch up your keys and open the door. “Take a nap,” you smile over your shoulder. You don’t stay to see his reaction.

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The day goes by as most work days go by, and you huff out a breath when you sink onto a chair around lunchtime. “I’m taking my break,” you tell Emmie–the real Emmie–and she nods. It had been pretty weird to see her and the others for the first time after the whole Bountyhunter fiasco. You were pretty sure none of them noticed how you stiffened when they’d greeted you first thing in the morning, and even if they had they would probably just think you had a rough day or something.

Your phone buzzes and you jump. Before picking up, you glance at the caller ID. “Hey. What’s up?”

“Oh, did I get it right? I always forget when you have your lunch break,” Allura says.

“You got it right. I’ve literally just sat down.”

“Fabulous. It’s the hospital, you know. Messes with your perception of time.”

“I’ll take your word for it. I wouldn’t know.”

“Nah, you wouldn’t.”

You shake your head, but a smile tugs at the ends of your lips. “Did you just want to chat or did you need anything?”

“Nah, I just wanted to chat. We haven’t talked in ages! And also you won’t tell me what you’re doing or what’s going on or who is staying in your apartment… you know. Breezy stuff.” Her tone is light, but you can tell she’s a little pissed at you for ghosting her, and you honestly can’t blame her.

“Allura… I’m really sorry about that. My life’s just been really messy for the last two weeks or so. I’m working on it, I promise.”

She sighs, and you imagine the way her lips purse as she glares out into the distance. “You know,” she says suddenly, “I think I’ve been a pretty good friend so far.”

It takes you aback, and you choke out a startled laugh. “You have been. I mean, you are. You’re the best.”

“Then why won’t you tell me what’s going on? Maybe I could help.”

You lick your lips, lightly kicking at an empty cardboard box on the floor. “It’s hard to explain. I–it’s–it’s complicated.”

“Right.”

“Listen, I want to explain it. I do. You deserve to know what’s going on, but… I’m afraid of what you’ll think if I do tell you. And I’m afraid–” You only just manage to cut yourself off and swallow the words about to tip from your tongue. You let your head fall back. “Okay. What if we meet up tonight? After work? And I’ll explain what I can, okay?”

She’s silent for a moment, then says, “Fine. Okay.”

Silently, you let out a breath you’d been holding. “All right. Uh, how about the park? Let’s say half past eight?”

“Sounds good to me.”

You switch your phone to your other ear. “So, uh, see you then? I guess?”

“Okay. Bye.”

“Bye,” you say, but she’s already hung up. You growl, squeezing your eyes shut and raking a hand through your hair before rubbing your temples. “Fuck.”

Is this whole ordeal worth jeopardising your friendship with Allura? No. But then again, how much of a choice do you really have? What are you going to tell her? Oh yeah, I’m actually demon, and I kind of saved an angel that I then later learned is on the lam so now I’m harboring a fugitive. It just doesn’t ring very well.

But you’re going to have to tell her something. She’s starting to get suspicious–she has every reason to. Maybe you’ll just have to improvise a bit.

A glance at your watch tells you that your break ends in ten minutes, and you haven’t even had your lunch yet. You stand up and make your way to the snack dispenser, logging in a coin and, with a fair amount of shaking and punching the already-battered sides of the machine, plucking out a pack of raisins and a chocolate granola bar. Not much of a lunch, but oh well. Keith would have your head if he knew these were your only nutrients of the day.

Then you shake your head and frown. Since when do you care what Keith thinks?

As you nibble on the granola bar, you contemplate your phone that you laid on the coffee table in front of you. Part of you wants to call your home phone. Just to see how Keith’s doing. What he’s been up to (in the whole five hours that you haven’t seen him). Stupid, you tell yourself. Stop it. He’s fine. He’s a grown angel, for Hell’s sake. He can take care of himself.

Really, you just want to hear his voice. It’s comforting. He has a nice voice.

But you mentally scold yourself. Just because you decided you won’t turn him in doesn’t give you an excuse to get all cuddly with him. So you lick the last of the chocolate from your fingers, straighten your blue work shirt and stuff your phone in your back pocket. Tony allows phones in pockets as long as they’re switched off, so you make sure you do just that before you push the door open and resume your shift.

“Keith?” You shout his name before you even properly entered your apartment, and you’re greeted with an irritated hum from where he’s half passed out on the sofa. “Have you just been sleeping the entire day?”

“Hm.”

“Good for you. Wish I could get more than four hours’ sleep a night.”

He cracks open an eye. “You only get four hours’ sleep a night?” Oh. Not as unconscious as you thought.

“No, no,” you quickly lie, “nah, I was exaggerating. I get plenty of sleep. Don’t worry.” You kick off your shoes and drop your keys in their little box. “But you sleeping is good. It means you’ll feel better soon.”

“Hey, hey,” he says, suppressing a yawn and rubbing the sleep from his eyes, “don’t change the subject.”

“Keith. I told you I’m fine. Drop it.”

“No.”

You raise an eyebrow.

He looks at you, squinting with fatigue, but his eyes are determined and glint. “You look like crap. You’ve been working your ass off when you look like you can barely stand on your feet. I didn’t want to say anything because–well–I figured it wasn’t my place to tell you you should rest,” he adds, a bit awkwardly, but voice still firm.

“It’s not,” you say, eyebrow still raised and feeling your shoulders stiffen with ever word falling from his lips.

“But you should. Rest, I mean. I don’t know why you won’t take care of yourself, but I don’t want–” He catches himself before the end of his sentence, and when you narrow your eyes you think you can spot a faint blush dotting his cheeks. “Anyway. Just… be careful, okay?”

“Sure.” For some reason, it’s easier to be curt when he’s worrying about you instead of the other way around. Though you don’t think you’ll actually stop being worried about him until he’s a hundred percent back to normal, but him reaching out and voicing his concerns about you has your emotional walls immediately shoot up.

Up until now, you hadn’t realised how much you’d started to let them down.

You grab a cup and fill it with water, leaning against the doorframe to the kitchen as you gulp it down. Keith’s gaze is still fixed on you, and you pointedly direct yours at the floor.

“Y/N–”

“Keith. Drop it. Seriously.” You set the empty cup down on the kitchen table, maybe a bit more forcefully than necessary. “I’m actually going out tonight.”

He frowns, and again there’s that flash of concern that has you resist the urge to roll your eyes. “I’m just meeting up with a friend. I don’t know when I’ll be back, but you don’t have to wait up for me if you want to go to sleep early. God,” you add with a scoff when he purses his lips, “don’t look so disapproving. What are you, my dad?”

“Y/N–”

“I’m going out.” Your voice is quiet but icy, and you can see Keith knows he won’t change your mind.

He closes his eyes briefly. “At least eat something before you go.”

“I’ll get takeout on the way or something.” You turn on your heel and, after a split second of internal debate you pull your scarf from its place on the coat hanger and wrap it around your face. “I’ll be back in a bit.”

You don’t even wait to hear his answer.

Allura’s waiting for you on your bench, her purple scarf pulled around her cheeks and her hair piled atop her head in a bun. She looks up when you approach, then shifts a little to the side to make room for you. Her eyes are narrowed, though you suspect that’s due more to a mix of fatigue and a protection against the cold wind than it is anger against you.

“Hey,” you say, sinking onto the bench next to her.

“Hi.” She crosses her ankles and looks away briefly before focusing her gaze on you again. Her brows furrow slightly. “What happened to you?”

You freeze. “What?”

“I mean, why do you look like that?”

A hesitant laugh rolls past your lips. “Like what?”

“Like you haven’t slept, eaten, or seen sunlight in a week. No, don’t even–hey, look at me.” She grabs your wrists and forces you to look her in the eye. With every second she scrutinises your face the worry in hers grows, and she reaches out to tentatively touch the tender skin beneath your eyes. “Have you been overworking yourself?”

“No,” you say, deflated, though it comes out more like a whine.

“How much sleep have you been getting a night?”

“Allura, stop it. I feel fine.” It’s a lie, and she doesn’t look convinced. “I don’t need you fretting over me as well.”

She leans back. “What do you mean, as well?” Her lips purse and she takes your hands in hers. “Y/N, what is going on?”

You sigh, cursing yourself and this entire situation internally. You have to think very carefully about what you’re going to say and how you’re going to say it. You bite your lip, and after a moment of silence you say, “Remember when I called you a while ago about that fever?”

She nods slowly. “And I told you to sweat it out, and you said that wouldn’t work, so I told you to go find my uncle.”

“Right. Well, I did,” you sigh, thinking back to the strange excursion that was the trip by Coran’s shop.

“And did you find what you were looking for?”

“I did.” She raises an eyebrow, rolling her hand in a Go on gesture. You exhale, fumbling with the words in your mind before speaking them out loud. “It wasn’t for research purposes. I needed it because… a friend of mine–well, he’s more like an acquaintance, really–was very sick. And no, I couldn’t take him to the hospital,” you add quickly when she opens her mouth to say something.

She frowns. “Why not?”

You cringe slightly. For some reason, you don’t think He’s not human is going to cut it. “I just couldn’t, okay? Please just–just trust me on this. Listen,” you say, lowering your head into your hands, “there’s some things I really can’t tell you. I just can’t. But I’m trying my best.” Your voice catches and you’re surprised to find your eyes sting. You angrily wipe the forming tears away.

“I’ve known him for a while,” you continue. “But we never really… talked before. Because we come from… different places.” What a way to simplify it.

“So he’s, like… some kind of famous, rich, bourgeois-esque guy? Is that what I’m picking up here?” She’s trying to lighten the mood, you know she is, but the laugh you manage to grit out is bitter anyway.

“That’s one way to put it.”

It’s silent for a while, and the tension that cloaked the air before starts to fade. Allura can be quite hot-headed sometimes, but she doesn’t always manage to stay angry for long–though in this case, she would have every reason to. You’ve been avoiding her, even if you had a good reason.

Then she sighs. “I’m trying to understand, Y/N.” You glance at her, keep your mouth shut. “But it’s hard. And I’m not sure if this is just you being your mystical self, or if there’s something really weird going on, but I don’t like it. At all. Not if this is how it makes you act and feel.” Again she shoots a pointed look at your face. “But you’re asking me to trust you, so that’s what I’ll do.”

Your eyes, that narrowed as you looked down at the ground, snap open and you turn your head around fully to look at her. “Seriously?”

She nods. “Yeah. Seriously. And I don’t like it,” she repeats, shifting to sit on her hands and glaring out into the darkening evening streets, “but I trust you to not do anything stupid. Or, well, anything very stupid.”

And it makes you feel good. A huge weight seems to fall off your shoulders and you breathe a relieved sigh. “Thanks, Allura.”

“Well.” She sits up straight and hooks an arm over the back of the bench, turning fully to you, her mouth curling into a wicked grin. “Now that we worked that out, you’re going to tell me about this guy, because I want to know who you’re risking our friendship for, God damn it.”

Your head tips back. “Allura. Please. Don’t.”

“Nuh-uh-uh,” she tuts. “None of that. You owe me this. Fine, I’ll start easy. What’s his name?”

You slowly roll your head until you’re looking her in the eye. “Keith.”

She nods, grin turning smug. “Where’s he from?”

You flinch. “…Somewhere up north.”

“Ah. Touchy subject?”

“Eh.”

“Fine,” she huffs, “then answer this one. Why would he come to you now if you’ve never even spoken before? You made it sound like he was in serious trouble.”

“He was. And, well… I guess he came to me because he had nowhere else to go.”

Allura hums. Then, “You sound like you care about him.”

You start. “What?”

“You know. You took him into your apartment, you stayed home from work for a week to take care of him, you almost fucked up our friendship for him… that’s not just because you felt sorry for him.” She says it so breezily, the words more a joke by now than anything, but you still wish she hadn’t said them–if only because they ring so true.

“I barely know him,” you protest weakly.

“But you want to. Get to know him, I mean.”

“Fuck, Allura, I wanted to talk, not for you to tell me how to lead my love life,” you groan, sliding along the backrest.

She wiggles her eyebrows. ‘Who said anything about love?”

“Oh my god.” You jump up, dusting off your coat and giving your scarf a vigorous tug. “I’m gonna go now. Again, the coming days–weeks, maybe, I don’t fucking know–might be weird. There’s a bunch of stuff Keith and I need to sort out. I’ll call you eventually, but it might be smart if you kind of stayed out of it? I’d appreciate that. As a personal favour.”

“Uh, sure,” she says, looking equally taken aback and somewhat smug by your sudden flustered and rambly state. “Why’s that?”

“You know. I was already manipulated into thinking you were being tortured to get information out of me, so. I’d rather that doesn’t happen again. You know what, just pretend you don’t know me until I call you, all right?”

She freezes for only a fraction of a second, then scrambles up and grabs your sleeve.“Say what now?”

“Don’t worry about it. It’s no big deal.”

“That absolutely is a big fucking deal, Y/N.”

“Figures. I’m really sorry you got sucked into this mess, Allura. You deserve better friends than me.”

Her lips purse, and before you know what’s happening she’s pulled you into a hug. “Please be careful,” she whispers into your shoulder.

You wrap your own arms around her and squeeze. “I’ll try.” Welcome to my shitstorm of a life, you think wryly, then you gently free yourself from her embrace. “I’ll call you when this is all over.”

She nods, and you’re about to walk back to your apartment when something occurs to you. You spin around again, mindlessly rubbing your forearm. “Hey, one last thing.”

“Yeah?”

You bite your lip, hesitate. “Your uncle Coran. He might be able to answer some of your questions. He’s… a special guy. I think he knows more than he lets on.”

Allura gives a small smile, then nods. “I’ll think about it.”

Your living room windows are dark, and that should have been enough to make you suspicious. Keith doesn’t put out the lights until you’re home.

But your mind is still occupied with everything you told–and didn’t tell–Allura, and you’re just feeling good that everything went the way it did. You won’t have to worry about her getting hurt anymore, and the light feeling of maybe everything will be okay after all is the reason you don’t notice anything’s wrong until you turn the keys and open the door to be greeted with darkness.

You freeze. “Keith?” No answer.

Slowly, you flick on the light switch beside you, blinking hard to force your eyes to quickly get used to the light. Nothing. The sofa looks eerily clean and made up. The blanket you gave him sits neatly folded on one armrest. Your heart speeds up, and you make your way over to the kitchen. The fridge’s contents have been rearranged. The tub of caramel popcorn is in the cabinet where you keep your sweets. He’d put it there before leaving. It’s a small gesture, but one so sweet and innocent and final that it makes a fist clench over your heart.

Somehow you sense that this is it; he’s not coming back. This isn’t one of his impromptu errands. He cleaned up after himself, made sure everything looked exactly the way it did before he even set foot in your apartment.

But it doesn’t feel right anymore. It’s empty.

Keith was never much of a presence. He wasn’t loud or brash or in constant need of attention, but he would quietly come sit in the armchair next to you when you were reading on the sofa, or he’d join you at the kitchen table and doodle on a notepad, one foot tucked under his butt and the very tip of his tongue peeking out from between his lips. His company made your apartment feel that little more alive.

Made you feel that little more alive.

And it’s not that you can’t handle yourself on your own. You can do that just fine. But you’d be lying if you said you didn’t enjoy having him in your home. Another presence like you, to remind you that you’re not alone.

And it just feels weird. Why would he leave so suddenly? Without even giving you a warning? Without saying goodbye? It doesn’t make sense, and you sink down onto the sofa, fingers absentmindedly trailing over the fuzzy blanket. The room’s too clean for him to have been kidnapped or murdered; that would have looked way messier than this. No, he went by choice.

It’s late. It’s late, it’s dark, and if Keith really doesn’t want to see you again you don’t stand the slightest chance to find him in the nightly streets.

And yet, half a minute later you find yourself–all the while cursing and scoffing at yourself under your breath–outside once more, narrowing your eyes against the chilly evening wind. You hesitate for a moment, not quite sure of where to go, then you decide to just make your way to the nearest underground station and figure out where you’re headed from there. Keith knows this city, but you know it better.

So that’s how you end up in the underground at half past ten P.M, brain working at a thousand miles per hour, looking for a runaway angel that you know you have a very slim chance of finding. The cart is surprisingly crowded, and you have to crane your neck to find an unoccupied seat. You plop down beside a reading student.

The grind of the track below you makes it hard to think, so you let your head tip against the backrest of the seat and close your eyes with a sigh. A hand comes up to rub your eyelids. “What am I doing,” you whisper to yourself. The student casts you a half-curious look, but wisely doesn’t say anything.

If Keith doesn’t want to be found you doubt you’ll find him–but what if someone else does? What if someone who knows about the price Lotor fixed on Keith’s head finds him and recognises him? He’s in no shape to fight. He can barely stand upright for more than half an hour. He’ll be handed over to the Below, and then… You don’t want to think about what might happen next.

So you have to find him. You don’t know where to start, don’t know if you even can, but you have to at least try.

Your gaze flicks up to the screen where the route is all stippled out. You’re almost halfway, with four more stops to go until the final destination. None of them ring any bells at first, but then one catches your eye. You bite your lip, leaning slightly forward.

It could be. It would make sense.

You could be wrong, of course. But there’s a feeling in your gut. You’re jittery and fidgeting with the buttons on your coat and when the train slowly stops to a halt you’re the first through the doors. Your destination is clear in your head and you round corners without looking, confident that your feet will carry you where you want to go. After all, you’ve walked this route more times than you can count.

The factory is as silent and still as it was the first time you slipped through its broken gates and between its walls. You can hear faint voices coming from a room on the ground floor; laughter, music, chattering. Probably just a private friend get-together. Keith won’t be there.

It feels weird to retrace your steps from that night. The room where your painting still gleams proudly against so many others–an angel and a demon, red wings dripping from their backs. The painting makes your gut twist in a funny way, so you don’t stay very long admiring it. Then there’s the hole in the wall behind it leading to the staircase. You hop through, start climbing the steps at a leisurely pace, keeping as quiet as possible.

Only then do you start to think about what might happen if you do find him.

Up until now, you had only thought about the possibility of not finding him. But what if you do, and he explains why he left and tells you to go away? Or what if he doesn’t want to talk to you at all? Would you be able to let him go that easily?

You almost stop and turn back. Almost. But there’s something about him. Something about him that makes you feel a certain way, and you’d tried to push it down and ignore it but you don’t think you can do that anymore. And with every step you take your heart beats faster until you’re running the last feet up the stairs, taking the steps two at a time.

You half expect to see him as soon as you walk through the doorway, but of course that doesn’t happen. You slow to a halt, unsure of where to go first. You take a step forward, and the hollow sound echoes in the hallway. You clear your throat before calling out. “Keith?”

Maybe not the smartest move if you were going for discretion, but you threw caution into the wind when you stepped onto the dark top floor. He’ll be here or he won’t, and you’ll figure out what to do then.

Another step, and you peek through the first doorway. “Hello? Keith?” Nothing. You steel yourself. You’ll go by all the rooms. You won’t leave until you’ve combed through the entire floor.

And then you hear him softly say your name behind you, and you whip around. He’s leaning against a doorway, a faint smile tainting his lips, sweet and genuine but a little sad, too, and all you want to do is run to him and wrap him in your arms and press your lips against his–

But you don’t. “Keith. Hey.”

“Hi.”

You’d wanted to be a little less forward, but just the relief of seeing him caused your verbal filter to completely disappear. You step towards him, your hand reaching for him despite him standing too far away. “Why are you here?”

He raises a brow. “I could ask you the same thing.”

“What–I came to find you, obviously,” you scoff, the words coming out sharper than intended. You screw your eyes shut, your shoulders bunching around your ears. “Sorry. Sorry. I’m just–I’m glad I found you. I was worried.”

He looks down, fingers fiddling with the hem of his shirt. “Right.”

You bite your lip. “Keith.” His eyes meet yours, and you hesitantly close the distance between you until he’s a mere step away. “Why’d you leave?”

A shrug. “Don’t know.”

“Don’t believe you.”

He sighs. “I just–I feel like I’m being a burden. You’re looking more tired and sick every day and I’m just so useless.”

You start, recoiling slightly out of pure shock. “Excuse me?”

“I’ve noticed it, you know.” His jaw sets and his eyes grow cloudy. “How you try and leave the room every time I’m there. Or how you work overtime to make sure you have to spend as little time with me as possible. Or how every smile you give me is forced. They never quite reach your eyes.” His fingers twitch. “But I don’t blame you. I get it.”

You throw a look over his shoulder. The room he chose is empty bar a filthy pillow that looks like it came straight out of the trash and a blanket in the same state. “So you’ll just live here instead.” You kick an old, empty beer can out of the way. “Real homey.”

He shrugs again. Then he shivers, and it’s that small gesture that completely shatters you. Tears form in your eyes. “You wanna know why I did it? Pushed you away?” You don’t wait for an answer. “Because I actually like you way more than I should. And I was scared of what would happen if I let myself get close to you. I still am. But,” you add, nudging his arm, “that doesn’t mean I want you gone or living in a dump like this.”

“So you came to look for me.”

“Yeah.”

Now he smiles, rubbing his eyes. “You found me pretty quickly. That’s rather embarrassing.” With a sigh, he lets himself drop to the floor and props his elbows up on his knees. “Can’t even run away right.”

You scoff, sliding down the wall next to him. “Don’t sound so disappointed. I, for one, am glad I found you.”

His fingers ghost over yours. “Me too.”

And it might just be that you’re very tired because you’ve been on your feet since six A.M, or that you’re so happy and relieved to see him in one piece after running through all the possible horrible scenarios in your head. Whatever the case, you figure that if it isn’t clear now that he’s more to you than just an inconvenient guest, it might never be, so it wouldn’t mean anything if you were to take his hand in yours.

So you take his hand in yours. He stiffens for only a split second, then relaxes. After a while, he whispers, “How’d you know I was here?”

You hollow out your cheeks. “I didn’t. I wasn’t sure, I mean. But… I don’t know. I had a feeling, I guess.” You shoot him a pointed look. “You’re not gonna get sick again, are you? Last time we were here you almost died. I’d like to not have to try and find Coran’s shop again, ‘cause that was a complete disaster last time.”

Keith giggles. “I wasn’t planning to.”

You shove his shoulder with yours. “Moron. Don’t scare me like that again, all right?” The insult is kind of cancelled out by the fact that you’re still holding hands.

“Okay.” He bursts into a coughing fit and you throw him a sideways look, letting go of his hand to awkwardly pat him on the back.

“This is exactly why you need to come home,” you scold softly. “You’re not better yet. Come on.”

He casts you a look, hesitancy painted across his features. You raise your eyebrows slightly. “What?”

But then he shakes his head and pushes himself up again, holding his hand out for you to grab. “Nothing. Let’s go.”

You take it and let him pull you up, and then you’re face to face. Close. Closer than ever before. For a second you’re just standing, holding onto each other’s hands like it’s the only thing tethering you to earth. You want to kiss him. You want to kiss him. Your eyes flick down to his lips, ever so briefly. You want to kiss him.

“Let’s go.” Pulling your hand out of his feels so wrong, but you do it anyway. Reluctantly. You shove your hand in the pocket of your hoodie to hide its trembling. “We’ll take the underground.”

The ride back is not awkward. You wouldn’t call it that, but there is a kind of tension hanging in the air between you and him and you decide that you don’t like it. Another part of you whispers that it’s probably for the better. The tension means you won’t make any rash decisions. It means that you’ll think about the words you say and the things you do, important or not.

Maybe it won’t make a difference in the end. Maybe it will. At the moment it doesn’t really matter, because it’s late and Keith is half asleep in his seat, and you only allow yourself a brief moment to look at him–really look at him, study the little details of his face that would normally be clouded by lines of worry or fatigue. When he sleeps he looks so peaceful, without a care in the word. His skin smooths out. His mouth hangs open ever so slightly. He snores a little. He looks younger and, somehow, free.

But then your stop is announced over the loudspeakers and you startle as the train slowly grinds to a halt. You nudge Keith with your foot. “Wake up.” He groans, blinks a few times before hoisting himself up, softly muttering under his breath.

Your apartment looks exactly as you left it–which is to say, eerily clean and tidy. You pull a face and immediately march over to the sofa, where you shake out the neatly folded blanket and deposit it on a heap in a corner, after which you give the cushions a good shake. Keith stands in the corner of the room, hands in his pockets, a bemused smile on his lips. You crinkle your nose at him. “It felt too… orderly.”

“Because you’re not orderly.”

“That’s right. It didn’t feel like home. Like some unwanted cleaning lady came in and reorganised my entire apartment. I hated it.”

“So you’re mad at me for trying to tidy up your house?”

You roll your eyes. “Not mad. Not about that. If anything, I’m mad because you fucking ran away, but that’s forgiven and forgotten. Look, I’ve made your bed.” You point at the rumpled sofa and try to hide your mounting grin.

Keith shakes his head, laughs, and it’s a sound you will never grow tired of. “Thanks. I appreciate it.”

There’s a silence, but this time it’s not awkward in the slightest. The tension’s still there, but along with it is a kind of quiet understanding. A little sad, maybe. A little longing. But it’s something you’ve both accepted as impossible, and at the moment, that’s okay.

Because he’s back. And he’s okay. And really, that’s all that matters.

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3racha-placebo · 5 years

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Ruin me

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seo changbin x fem reader

warning: drinking, dom!kink, curse words, shit ton of smut, one night stand.

“Y/n?” You hum as you hear your name through the phone, you answer it without looking because you are deep into studying for an exam.

“Minho? Something happened?” You voice is soft and really distant.

“For god’s sake, stop fucking studying!” He scream makes you lose concentration, you pull yourself from the desktop and walk towards your balcony.

“What-t whatever! You already made me distracted. Why are you calling me?”

“I’ll have a party tonight on the rooftop at our building where our dorm is aaaaand you should really come here. You know fans know everything so it will be exclusive.” Minho giggles as he notice you’re a bit mad at him.

“You know I don’t like parties hoe.”

“If you’re not here by 7, I’ll go to your apartment and pick you up myself, and not in a nice way.”

You roll your eyes and sigh heavily. Minho always had an effect on you where he can convince you about everything.

“Okay okay. But i don’t know, if you want me to come… Be here at 6 and I’ll help you get everything done.”

“WOAH! that’s what I like. Okay, get dress and I’ll be there idiot. If I go undercover don’t get surprised, our fansites have been crazy lately. ” Minho laughs and you giggle, you haven’t seen him in a while and it was about time you stop studying.

“AHAHAHAH always so excited. Bye hoe, see you.”

“I’m not a hoe-e, byeee-e” You cut him off and throw your phone away.

“Now let’s pick the fucking outfit.” You sigh smiling and go back to your room.

Now later you arrive to the dorm’s rooftop and some of their friends are there.

“Channie hey!” You call him and he turns around with a drink on his hand and a big smile on his face.

“Y/n my love!” He grabs you by the waist and pulls you into a bear hug. Chan was always so caring with you. “Let me bring you something to drink. I haven’t seen you drunk in a while.”

You try to help Minho but he refuses, telling you is time for you to relax and have a good time. Chan walks back with a red cup on his hand and handles it to you. You raise your eyebrows and drink your cup in only a few seconds.

“Wow, drunk kitty is back.” He giggles as he drinks more. You punch his arm and he whines.

“Give me a fucking break, I shouldn’t even be here. Exams are in two weeks and I have a lot left to do.”

“Don’t worry kitty, you’ll get everything on time as you always do.” You blush red and Chan kisses your forehead as he usually does.

A few more people start to arrive and you notice the other members walking towards you.

“Y/n what did Minho have to do to have you here? .” Jisung screams and you notice he’s drunk already. He hugs you and you see Felix, Hyunjin, Woojin and Changbin. The last one keeps himself back and just mouth “hey” from the far.

Since you are Minho’s friend, Changbin always tend you stay away because he didn’t knew you very well and also he knew the atitude that Minho had when guys get near you.

You look at him trying to sign him to get closer but he gets lost in the crowd.

Later that night Chan suggested to play something as you see Felix is sleeping in a sofa snoring loud as fuck and being really drunk.

“Okay-y. Let’s play those drunk games we all love.” Chan slurring his words and you couldn’t keep your sight stuck to something, you knew you were drunk already and tomorrow’s hangover was gonna be hard.

You play the bottle game, after laughing a while you end the game after kissing Chan and Woojin as a dare. You sit next to Changbin and you can feel his eyes on you, not saying a word but he’s paying attention to your actions. You move a little bit closer to him making in swallow hard and licking his lips, you smirk and get up.

“Okay I wanna dance.” You turn the music louder and all the guys follow as some other girls join. You feel dizzy but lost in ecstasy, moving your body around to the beat of the music. You knew someone was looking at you but you were too drunk to know who or to even care about it.

After a while you stop and go get something else to drink. In the bar, there is Changbin standing, looking at the crowd and getting a bit anxious as you grab a red cup sitting next to his hand.

“A-aaaaah no y/n. That’s mine.” Changbin says as you take a sip and you realize it’s whisky.

“Holy fuck how you’re not drunk?.” You laugh as you jump and sit on the counter, your eyes focusing on him while he drinks a bit more.

“Who says that? I’m seeing like 4 of you right now.” You laugh as he giggles while he drinks again finishing his drink.

“Okay okay, can i ask something?” You reach for his hand trying to get him closer just to not screaming at him. You blush red and you ignore it.

“What do you want to know? Don’t abuse my drunk state to ask dumb stuff.” You giggle as he licks his lips.

“Why you keep staring at me and not talking? That’s weird.” You make a funny face and Changbin laughs. He gets you off the counter, grabs your hands intertwining his fingers with yours and walks to the dance floor. He starts small talk as he makes you laugha lot, not knowing if you’re way to drunk or if it is because the things he’s saying.

Suddenly you feel a hard grip on your waist and you blush hard. You feel breathing in your neck and you notice is Chan dancing, literally grinding against your body.

You didn’t care at all because it was a usual thing that he did when he’s drunk so you let him be. But you turn around back to see Changbin and he’s staring at him while his ears turn into a bright red. You look at him strange frowning but his eyes are focus on Chan.

“Hyung, go away. I’m the one dancing with her.” He grabs his shoulder as he notices Chan couldn’t stand straight. Changbin’s expression relax and he laughs a little. “Go get another girl dude.” He turns him around a pushes him softly away from the two of you.

“What was that Bin?” You grab his jaw making him look at you.

“I’m with you right now. You know what? Let’s get away from here.”

Without time for you to say another word, Changbin grabs your hand and walks you out of the rooftop and takes you to the elevator.

“Where are you taking me?” You swallow hard as you feel his grip getting tighter.

“To the dorms”

He opens the door quietly and takes you in.

“Seungmin and Jeongin aren’t here.” That when he grabs your hips harshly and pulls you back into the nearest wall. You whine as you feel the coldness of the wall against your back, you moan at the same as Changbin devours your neck as he bites and leaves purple marks all over. Your hands go to his black hair grabbing it tightly as his hands go to your thighs and squeeze them towards him.

“Jump-p” He says as his lips ghost over yours. He are shining after marking you and you reach forward and bite his lips making him moan. You let him go and jump, tangling your legs around his waist and his work-up arms grab you body closer to his.

He throws you with your back against the bed, getting rid of his shirt and you pull your shorts away and your lace top travels to the other side of his room.

Just with his boxers on, Changbin gets in top of you, his knee spreading your legs wide open and pushing it into your leaking core.

“Fuck you’re so wet and all I did was marking you.” He smirks, you pull him down into your lips. A hungry kiss, it was a while since you had intimacy with a guy and you secretly were craving Changbin’s body since quite some time now.

“U-uh Bin.” You groan as his hand snakes down into your core, pushing your panties down your legs and the cold breeze makes you shiver.

“You won’t be needing that… Or this.” He says as his hands travel to your bra, unclaps it and throws it away. You blush red and try to cover. “Don’t, I wanna learn everything about your body.” You bite your lips as you notice Changbin’s eyes getting darker full of lust.

His hand teases your clit as he pumps himself, lining up with your entrance.

You moan loudly as you feel his entire length getting into you, he goes back and kisses you being needy as he lets you adjust to his size.

“You can move Bin-n” You moan to his ear again and he shifts his position starting to thrust you deep and slowly.

“You’re so-o damn tight. Fuck-k” You feel yourself clenching on to him as he rolls his hips with a steady rhythm.

“A-ah daddy more please.” A moan escaped from your lips as he hits your g-spot. He suddenly stops and swallows hard, his size still inside you and he passes his hand through his hair.

“What did you just call me?” You open your eyes and you see his damp hair, marked shoulders with scratches and his plump lips.

“What? Don’t you want me to call you daddy?” You tease him as you roll your hips into his, making him moan while he bite his lip hard.

“You wanna play that game babygirl? I’m up for it.” He moves his hips sharply into yours, you groan his name loudly. You feel his hand grabbing your hips harder almost leaving bruises as he flips you over, making your stomach touch the bed.

Still inside you, he pulls your ass up and your head down into the bed. He remains still as grabs your hips again and keep you tight into position as he feels you trying to move again onto him.

“Don’t even dare. You’re mine now babygirl… And I’m planing to ruin you.” He moves without any notice, deepen himself into your body and making tears forming in your eyes.

“Fucking-g ruin me-e Bin. I’m begging you-u hOLY FUCK-K.” He thrusts you again, touching your sweet spot. You moan and your voice cracks, making him smirk and giggle as you crumble under his touch.

“O-oh fuck you’re so tight. Fuck, fuck, fuck-k” His hand travels through your back, his fingertips making you shiver as you feel your legs getting weaker.

He grabs a fist full of your hair and pulls you up making you shake as you try to keep your balance with your hands deep into the bed. He picks up his pace, sharp moves between pain and pleasure, tears run down your cheeks as your mouth remains open trying to form words without any success.

“Did you forget how to speak already babygirl?.” He yanks your hair again, his chest pressed against your back, feeling the sweat of his skin mixing with yours.

“A-ah Bin k-keep going oh f-fuck.” You whine as his hands goes to your throat, closing just a little bit your airway.

“That’s not my name. Use your words right love or I’m stopping.” He whispers to your ear.

“Daddy, daddy-y. You feel so good-d inside me-e oh god-d.” Changbin’s mouth sucks harshly your neck, teasing you all over as he finds your weak spot there. You lose balance and his plump arm grabs you into place.

“I feel you clenching onto me-e.” He bites your shoulder hard making you scream his name. You feel your orgasm getting closer as you sight begging to get darker and your moans louder.

“F-fucking destroy me daddy-y. I need you so badly-y.” Changbin let go of your neck and turns you around again, never pulling away from you.

Now his body is in top of yours again, his chest press against yours and his hands make you put your arms above your head pinning you down.

He kisses you hard, his pace gets crazy fast and you have no other remedy to moan into his mouth, vibrations traveling through him.

“Daddy-y let me cum please-e.” Changbin goes to your chest and bites one of your nipples making you arch your back and close your eyes tightly trying to not give him into your climax yet.

“Cum around me babygirl. I have feel you all wet while I’m inside you.”

Right on cue you cum screaming his name, curse words left your mouth as he keeps his work inside you and in your bare chest. He rides your high as he cums inside you, making you leak a mix of your juices with his.

His forehead pressed against yours, kissing you as softly as he could. He pulls out and goes down to your clit, licking your folds and tasting the mixture. He goes back and bite your lips, feeling the salty taste in him.

You remain there lying sweaty, cover in cum and breathing heavily. Changbin walks to the bathroom and comes back with a damp cloth. He cleans you up, making you shiver.

“Too sensitive-e oh fuck-k.” He kisses your thighs as he finish, throwing the cloth away and getting you both into bed.

He cuddles behind you, feeling his hard on pressed against you ass. His fingertips trace circles in your hips as you drift off to sleep.

You wake up to noises outside the bedroom. You sit up and you instantly feel dizzy and your headache is already really strong.

You look to the side and see Changbin sleeping, a paint in his neck because of the hickeys you left him last night. You smile to yourself and give you a mental hi-five to the great job you pull out with him.

You get yourself up really quietly trying not to wake him up, you put your clothes back on put leaving your panties below his pillow. At least he deserves a reminder.

You walk out of the bedroom, closing the door behind you. You feel someone cough and your turn around immediately.

There was Chan with a mouth full of ramen noodles and some of them hanging. You giggle as you walk towards the door not even having your shoes on.

“F-fuck did you and Changbin..?”

You make him quietly as you put a finger in your lips and winking your eye at him. You open the door and you look back at Chan.

“Tell Minho I say thank you for getting me out of the house. Love you Channie.” You whisper to him and close the door behind you.

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larry-the-lobster · 5 years

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Schizophrenic Supernatural Sphere

:P WARNINGS- sub!dean, mistress kink, mommy kink, bondage, hair pulling, slight smacking, biting, stronger language than usual, “mister winchester”, oral male receiving and i think thats it im not professional

1606 word count, i spent an entire two months plus on this, appreciate it

Case #1 with 4 FBI Agents

Gracie walked back to Dean, she reached out her hands and brought her fingertips to her palm. Dean was given memories of Sam when he was little- grabbey hands. Instinctively Dean put his hands in hers, after realizing what he did he blushed slightly. “Do you want to dance?” Gracie gave him the puppy eyes.

“Fine.” he reluctantly agreed.

The bar got more busy the later it got. It was around 9 now maybe, wow. The moment their bodies meshed with the college students, Candy Shop began to play. Granted it was neither of the two’s favorite song, but they would gladly dance to it. Their bodies pressed against each other.

Dean wasn’t going to lie. He wanted to bend her over and fuck her senseless but he didn’t just want to do that. He wanted to run his fingers through her hair and cuddle with her and kiss her and hold her and talk. Not just use her.

“Dean.” she groaned as she pressed her front against his. Dean slowly got hard, his member poked out through his jeans. Gracie put her arms on Deans shoulders and tangled her fingers in his hair. Dean grabbed her hips and snapped it against his own and groaned. “Good boy,” Gracie whispered in his ear. She placed her head on Deans shoulder, burying the very low moans and groans that came from her.

“Should we go to my motel now?” Dean questioned and looked down at her. She nodded eagerly and grabbed his hand. Gracie practically dragged Dean to the door. “Excited huh?” “Yeah because I’m the one with a tent in my jeans.” she may not have a tent but she is soaking. Dean tugged his shirt down and started the car.

Thank god the motel wasn't that far away. The car doors opened at the same time, the people got out at the same time and the doors closed at the same time.

They attacked each other. Their lips smashed together, bodies pressed up, hands everywhere. Gracie pushed her tongue into Deans mouth, he moaned and she smirked. Dean twisted the key and the knob, he kicked the door open and Gracie kicked it closed.

“Woah,” Dean breathed. “Mmm-hm,” Gracie chuckles a little while kissing Dean. She breathed through her nose and put her hand on Deans chest, she shoved him the bed. Dean kicked his boots off and began to unbuckle his jeans. “Shirt off first.” she demanded. Dean pulled off his shirt quickly. “Good, lay down.”

Gracie crawled on the bed. Dean tried to stay still, he didn’t know what would happen if he wasn’t. Gracie rubbed the sides of Deans thighs soothingly. Her head hovered over his wanting crotch, she smiled and gave Dean innocent eyes. She lowered her head and bit the zipper, she pulled her head down and the zipper followed. Dean pushed his hips up and Gracie pushed them back down, “be a good boy for mistress please, I don’t want to punish you.” his cock got harder.

Gracie pulled the belt out and placed it on the nightstand. She tugged Deans dark blue jeans down to his knees. Her mouth watered and the grey boxers that held back her pleasure device. Dean groaned as Gracie kitten licked his bulge, his hand flew into her short black hair. Gracie threw Deans hands back by his wrists. She crawled up and sat on Deans lap.

“Fuck.” Gracie smacked the belt on her other hand, Dean jumped. “Mr. Winchester,” she said in a surprised tone. Wrist by wrist, she bounded them with the rough, hard, tight, leather belt. “Is that tight enough for you Dean?” he nodded eagerly, “you ready?” he nodded again.

Gracie crawled back down and hovered her mouth over Deans tent. She licked the cloth and Dean moaned. She mouthed at his balls and he tugged on the belt. “Keep moaning for mistress like that,” “Fuck Gracie please,” she stopped. He groaned. “What was that Dean?” “I’m sorry,” Gracie roughly grabbed Deans cock, he moaned and whimpered. “It’s mistress to you Dean.” she growled and let go. “Sorry, I didn’t know.”

“It’s okay pretty boy,” Dean shuddered. The names, the way they roll off of Gracie’s tongue. “Just stay in line for mistress please.” she smiled. Her voice laced with lust and want. “You don't want to get punished do you Dean?” she shot a sincere look towards Dean. He didn't know if that was something she wanted him to answer. “Speak bitch.” “No, I don't want to get punished.”

Gracie traced the veins in Deans neck. He stayed still as Graces body pressed against him. She rolled her hips. “Mistress~” Dean moaned softly. “Yes baby?” “Please. I want to feel you.” “Hold on, I want to finish teasing you first.” “But-” his head hit the pillow. Gracie tugged on his hair roughly, she snarled and sat in between Deans legs. “Behave Dean.”

Hickeys spelled out words on Deans chest, they lined his throat. Gracie rolled Deans nipple in her mouth. Dean groaned and thrusted upwards. Both moaned at the friction. A little pressure relived the tension. “slut.” Gracie groaned softly.

Gracie sat up and unbuttoned her jeans, she pulled off her shirt and bra.

“You ready Dean?” “Yes Mistress.” “Good boy.”

She pulled off her jeans and panties that were practically soaked. Her aching core was begging to be touched by the head of Deans hard on. Dean held the headboard tightly. If he was any stronger he would dent the metal.

Gracie sat on his lap, leaned over and untied him. Her juices that leaked out of her tight cunt dripped off of Deans leg and on to the bed spread. “You can touch me Dean, I want your hands on my hips. Leave bruises and marks. I know that the thought of that makes you harder.” That was true. He moved his hands onto her hips, his fingers just lightly rested upon her tender plump skin. “Hold me tighter pretty boy,” his grip tightened but not by much, “tighter Dean. Leave marks.” his hands tightened, he could feel bone. “Good boy.” He smiled with pride, he was making his mistress happy.

“Mistress can we-” and as if she could read his mind, she picked herself up and hovered over Deans straight cock. He moved his hand to keep it straight so Gracie could slide on his easy. “Aww thank you baby.” she leaned over and kissed his lips. Her ass hit Deans thighs, a loud moan escaped both of their lips.

“Fuck you fill me up perfect, holy fuck.” Dean smiled at the sight of his hopeful girlfriend after this being such a mess on his cock.

“Look at you. You acted so tough and strong, but look at how you act actually on me. You're such a fucking mess sweetheart.”

“Let's see who will be more of a mess once I move.” all the confidence was gone, he swallowed his saliva. He was already choking back involuntary noises from how she felt around his pulsing member. Gracie took note and placed her hands on his shoulders, “exactly.”

She made figure 8′s and wrote words with her hips, each and everyone made Dean let out a noise. Granted they both moaned at each movement. 30 minuted of just foreplay makes a great deal of sexual tension. But Gracie wanted to show that she was the one in charge and that she had Dean wrapped around her thumb. Her pink, now red with blood bottom lip was in between her white teeth. Every now and then a moan or groan would come out.

“Mistress, fuck oh,”

She picked up the pace and threw her hips in the air and forced them back down. “Keep moaning for me prince, good god you feel so good.” Her nails dug into his shoulders, Dean cried out in pleasure.

“Tighter. More nails. Please. Mommy.” he said between heaves and breathing.

“As you wish pretty boy.” at this point she didn't care what Dean called her, although the way he moaned made her tighten and make her more wet. The two were lost in lust and pleasure that nothing else phased them, nothing existed at this point except for their feelings.

Gracie raked her nails down Deans chest. The scratches intercepted the hickeys but that didn't matter. “Fuck me,” she ordered to Dean. He didn't waste a second. His hips thrusted up and into her. “Good boy Dean, good boy.”

Her moans just made him fuck up into her faster. Her body fell forward, she held on to Dean like her life depended on it. Her moans were shaking and anything she tried saying just sounded like nonsense.

“Mistress, oh fuck, I'm going to cum. Mommy,”

“Cum for me Dean, I want to feel your hot cum deep in me. Cum in Mistress.” she moaned a few more incoherent words. Right as she reached her high she screamed “Make me yours!” Her walls tightened as hard as they could, she picked up her hips and quickly spelled out c-o-c-o-n-u-t.

The tightness of Gracie's cunt and the movement of her hips made Dean scream out “Mistress” and curses. His hot cum shot into Gracie, her inner walls were now decorated with the milky substance.

Dean wrapped his arms around Gracie and held her tightly to his chest, both could barely breathe.

“That was, great. Holy shit.” deep breath, exhale, deep breath, exhale.

“Tell me about it. That’s the hardest I've came since I was a teenager.” he chuckled and then followed the same pattern that Grace was. Deep breath, exhale, deep breath, exhale. ♕♕♕♕♕

///credit- i don't know, my friend sent it to me and she found it off pintrest///

#jensen ackles smut #dean winchester #dean winchester smut #sub dean #dom girls

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arsyeong · 5 years

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[5] thief | ijb.

o n e / t w o / t h r e e / f o u r / s i x / s e v e n / e i g h t

summary: after leaving yet another note, the recipients come up with a clever plan that could finally get him behind bars. but now, you don’t want that. word count: 2,358

a/n: im so unsure of this uhmm,,,, im sorry if that wasnt a nice twist,,,,

You sit on the side of the little bridge, your feet dangling off it and wetting the tips of your toes.

The tiring days kept you from seeing JB again after he disappeared on you by the beach. Memories from that night kept distracting you from your work and your sleep. You would come up with a question, trash it in the next second then have another one.

Hopefully, winter will give you a chance to confront him about it.

You heave yourself up with a final sigh, hoping your little sitting down moment had given you enough energy to go through the day. When you squint and see the ocean in the distance, you immediately shake your head and turn away, not wanting to be filled with thoughts of Jaebeom again.

"(Y/N)!" calls a gruff voice, shattering the sense of peace you've surrounded yourself with.

You spot Meryll walking toward you, a bright smile on her face, and you decide to meet her in the middle and mirror it. "Good morning, Meryll!" you chirp once you've jogged up to her.

"Good morning, kid!" she greets back, pulling you into a side hug and patting you on the back. "How's work treatin' ya?"

"Battering me up as usual," you say, and both of you laugh.

"Well, that's life," she pats you a final two times, "Let 'em beat you up, but don't ever let 'em kill 'ya."

"I won't," you assure her, and she lets out yet another laugh.

"'Ya better not," she starts again, "or else this town's gonna crumble."

"I don't think that's gonna happen," you chuckle nervously, your face heating up at what your brain took as a compliment.

"Exaggeration, yes; lying, no."

The new voice causes you to jump. You turn in horror, only to be met by a laughing Mark. "You scared me!"

"Obviously." The glare you shoot him lasts only a second before you find yourself smiling with him, also finding your reaction hilarious.

"Where's Iyah?" you ask once you've calmed down. You look behind him, searching for the girl who completed Meryll's farm trio.

"Sleeping," he says, uncrossing his arms to hold you by the shoulders and push you back down from your tiptoes. "It's still quite early, you know."

"But wasn't she always an early bird?"

"I guess she switched with someone today," he says, his voice suddenly low and void of his earlier friendliness.

Something wasn't right. "What do you mean?"

Mark says nothing as he minimizes the distance between you. You step back instinctively, but a hand stops you from doing so. That hand angles you to face away from Meryll and her crops before letting you go to retrieve a piece of paper from Mark's pockets.

"This shouldn't be new to you by now," he says in a hushed voice. You catch him scan your surroundings briefly, then he hands you the note. "The early bird in Iyah seems to have gone to the thief this morning."

I shall act like a harvest king and help myself to your crops tonight, it reads, JB.

"The solution to this is one word," Mark whispers, "Ambush."

Though you physically freeze at the word, your mind runs wild; it was a perfect tactic. There would even be more of you this time. If planned properly, it just might work.

"Two teams," Mark goes on, "One waiting, one hiding."

"Are you sure this isn't just a ruse for you to spend time with Iyah?" you blurt out. His eyes widen at the accusation, and you decide to accompany your words with a smirk.

When he recovers, he narrows his eyes at you but shoots a smirk back. "I never said it would be Iyah and me," he leans in closer to you, an arm slithering around your waist to keep you still, "For all you know, I was thinking about you and me. Alone. At night. Hidden."

His eyes were glimmering with mischief, waiting for your response. "That's a very Bambam thing of you to say," you manage to breathe out.

"I bet you would have been tomato red by now if I was Bambam," he says, "and you would have wholeheartedly agreed if you were going to be hidden and alone at night with him."

"Shut up, Tuan."

He pulls away laughing, "You're cute when you get mad."

You're forced not to retaliate when you hear his name being called from afar. Both of you turn at Iyah's cheerful voice. "Mark, stop flirting with (Y/N)! She has work to do, and so do you."

He releases you from his grip, causing you to stumble back a step. "Sorry," he quips quickly. You smile and nod in acceptance to that, then he moves so his entire body was facing you. "So, will you help us?"

Yanked back to the main topic of your discussion, fear tightens its grip on you once more. As if realizing that as well, Mark is quick to say, "I mean, you have the most experiences with him. You, out of anyone in this town, would probably recognize his strategies and whatnot."

He had meant that innocently, you knew, but it still had you shaken. It was the truth - you knew him the most out of anyone in this town - but it was also the very thing that had been keeping you from agreeing to help immediately. You knew him, and he was still human. He was your friend.

And you didn't want him to end up in jail.

"I'm sorry," you say, voice barely a whisper.

"Work's been that hard, huh?" You give Mark a grateful smile. Though that wasn't the real reason, you were glad he tried to understand.

"I'll ask around if anyone else wants to help," you offer, and he nods.

"Thanks, (Y/N)."

"It's the least I could do," you tell him, beginning your retreat and quickly adding, "Oh! And by tonight, he means some time between 10PM to 1AM."

He nods again, lips pressed to give you one last tight smile before turning away to join Meryll and Iyah with their work. You watch them for a while, letting your guilt of leaving them to wash through you.

Then, you turn and head into your busy day.

Fifteen minutes to midnight, you arrive at Meryll's farm.

"(Y/N)?" a surprised voice calls out, followed by the appearance of Iyah and Bambam. "I thought you weren't coming."

The latter is quick to reach for you when you stagger around, prepared to catch you should you fall. Literally, anyway. "I thought so too."

"You seem tired," Iyah says, heading to your side and placing a gentle hand on your shoulder, "Maybe you should just rest tonight."

"I want to help," you insist, though you were aware of your body signaling otherwise.

"Not in your condition." Bambam's voice was firm and disapproving. With judgmental and concerned eyes, he takes in your obviously exhausted state.

"Bambam's right," Iyah agrees softly, "You can't really help when you're tired as you are. Let him take you ho-"

"NO!" you exclaim, putting an effort to get your point across.

"Why are you so intent on catching this thief?" asks Bambam, whose grip on your forearm was tight, whose worry and confusion was evident in his eyes. "You're already tired from work at day, but you're still pushing yourself for him at night. Please, (Y/N)," his voice cracks as he pleads, tugging you in the direction of your house, "Don't do this. Not tonight. It's unhealthy for you."

"We need to get there before twelve," you say, pulling yourself away from him, "What kind of help would we be if we leave Mark and Meryll to the thief alone?"

"(Y/N)!"

"I'll be okay, Bam," you tell him, accompanying that with a reassuring smile, "Trust me."

"I'm worried about you," he confesses quietly, "What if he uses more intense magic this time?"

There wasn't enough time to fawn over Bambam; JB would be arriving any time soon. You tell Iyah to go ahead before taking your best friend's hand in yours and squeezing it slightly, "We'll be okay. I'll be okay."

With a synchronized nod, the two of you run to the others, hands together.

As you separate into your respective groups, you can't help but doubt your sudden decision. Was coming here the right thing to do? It wasn't like they were going to leave you alone and waiting for him like the past two times. You would also need to aid the catching no matter how much you want him free, or they would be suspicious of you. All in all, if this whole thing goes according to plan, Jaebeom would end up in jail before sunrise tomorrow, and you were to be part of the blame.

But you just couldn't go home when the chance to see him had been served on a silver platter (or a piece of paper, but that's beside the point).

You came here with the hopes they'd be lured away as he did the first time, or that they would all decide to abandon this ambush plan. You selfishly wanted Jaebeom alone, and maybe then would you be able to talk to him about everything. Even when you thought they would stick with Mark's strategy, you would still be able to see him. That would be enough.

You shake your head again, trying to keep the smile off your face as excitement began to stir in you.

"'Ya really should have stayed home, kid," comes Meryll's gruff voice. In the corner of your eye, you could see her shaking her head at you. "Even that thief would think 'yer tired, what with all 'yer shakin'."

Jaebeom would see it, you think to yourself, he knows me well. "I couldn't pass up an opportunity to catch him," is what you say, "The sooner he's in jail, the more winks we all would be able to catch."

"But the longer I'm out of jail, the more winks I could give to you."

Jaebeom seems to have materialized in the scene, and you turn from Meryll to him slowly. That familiar glint of mischief was in his eyes, and the brief grin he gives you is a friendly one.

Meryll faces him, and his smile becomes a sneakier one, a more thief-like one. JB laughs, "I see you were all eager to meet me tonight."

"STOP RIGHT THERE, 'YA THIEF!" Meryll yells. "'YA AIN'T GETTING 'YER HANDS ON MY VEGGIES!"

"Now, now," he breathes soothingly, "we don't want that frown tarnishing your beauty, do we?"

You cough behind Meryll's back, recognizing the compliment, and his eyes dart to you. "Lovely lady, I wish good health for you."

"SHUT 'YER MOUTH!"

Jaebeom's eyes remain on you, waiting for you to say something, and all you can do is wonder where the other team was. Surely, they must have heard the commotion by now?

Confused, you decide to scream, "Please stop stealing!"

"Women worrying about me is always appreciated," he chuckles, and you know he heard the awkwardness in your voice, "But fear not, fair maiden! It's not my time to be caught."

In the next second, both you and Meryll were paralyzed the same way you were during the drink shop encounter. You gasp while Meryll struggles against his spell. "WHAT DID 'YA DO TO US?! LET US GO!"

"It'll wear off soon." For a brief moment, his eyes were apologetic - even quite helpless - but it's gone too fast for you to believe it right away.

"My work is done here," he says as Meryll screams for help. The last you see of him before he turns away is his signature thieving grin and a blank look in his eyes.

"WHERE WERE 'YA WHEN WE NEEDED 'YA?!"

Your group of five were standing in Tuan household, watching as Meryll paced back and forth the small space.

"I told you already," Mark groans, "We thought we saw him, so we ran after him, but it was a trick. We rushed back to you, we caught him leaving, and he used his fire something spell on us."

"'YA SHOULDN'T HAVE FALLEN FOR HIS TRICKERY THEN!"

"I DIDN'T KNOW, OKAY?"

"Please stop fighting," begs Iyah, her hands in a pleading position, "There's nothing we can do. It's over. He escaped, but at least nothing happened to our crops. Let it go."

Mark visibly softens at her words, and he is quick to apologize to her. Meryll remains fuming, though, but it only takes a few seconds for her to glare at her brother before she heads to her room.

"Thank you for coming," Iyah says, turning to you and Bambam, "We didn't catch him, but at least we tried."

"It's late," adds Mark, "Let's all get some rest, shall we?"

After a few mutters of agreement, the two of them head up while you and Bambam head out.

Peace and silence ensue once more in the Tuan's farm. You breathe out and stick your hands in your pockets, the chilly autumn breeze combining with the cold of 2AM.

"Cold, isn't it?" Bambam meets you with a gentle smile on his face. "You know, (Y/N), I've heard of a better way to keep hands warm."

"Really?" you ask, eyebrows raised as you look at him expectantly, "Show me then."

You're vaguely aware you've stopped breathing when he takes a step to you. His plump lips remain grinning as he slowly takes your hand from your pocket and laces it with his.

You're about to make a remark when he puts it in his pocket, pulling you closer to him.

"Bambam," you breathe out, but there weren't any words you could think to follow that. It takes a moment for you to realize that you've also begun to walk.

“I’m going to be blunt about this and get it over with,” he suddenly says, causing you to turn to him with a curious look. Bambam returns your gaze and, on top of the bridge earlier and under the moonlight, you come to a stop.

“I like you, (Y/N).”

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#jaebum #jaebum scenarios #jaebum thief au #jaebum aus #jaebum fic #harvest moon au #harvest moon ds cute #got7 #got7 scenarios #got7 aus #got7 fic #bambam #bambam scenarios #im so sorry idk what this is

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mytholora · 5 years

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do you hear my heart beating

Fandom: Mamamoo

Rated: T

Pairings: Moonsun

Characters: Solar, Moonbyul, Wheein, Hwasa

Summary: Yongsun knows she’s an idiot but she’d thought herself to be an idiot with good ideas.

Yongsun knows she’s an idiot but she’d thought herself to be an idiot with good ideas.

They’re in a seedy club at some inhumane hour of the morning. Byulyi has somehow managed to convince her to go even though she’s got a paper due tomorrow and hasn’t washed her hair in 3 days.

“ISN’T THIS AMAZING?” Byulyi yells over the crowd of people wildly bumping their bodies into each other and the blaring music. It’s humid. Yongsun’s sure she’s stepped on something gross. At least 2 people have tried grinding on her, she doesn’t know. What she does know is that Byulyi’s holding her hand tight and she’s about to spontaneously combust.

“It’s really loud in here!”

“WHAT? WHAT DID YOU SAY?” Byul makes a pained face at her, stretching back to hear her better.

“WHAT Oh—never mind.” Yongsun sighs, realising that no matter how loud she shouts, Byulyi can’t hear her over the loud music. How is she supposed to flirt with Byulyi if they can’t even hear each other? Another body falls on her and Yongsun is this close to biting someone’s ear off. She grunts under the weight of a clearly inebriated body and struggles to push him back on his feet. Of course this fucking caveman has to fall on me, of all the people in this hellcave.

Suddenly, Byulyi appears in front of her and pushes the man off her.

“Hey, watch where you’re falling, asshole!” Byulyi snarls, anger flaring in her eyes, arms holding Yongsun closely, tightly, and Yongsun feels her face heat up as she presses herself closer to Byulyi’s frame.

“Thanks, bodyguard,” Yongsun breathes out.

“WHAT?”

“I said thanks!”

“WHAT?”

“Forget it!”

“...WHAT?”

“LET’S JUST GO!”

“I can’t hear you, let’s just go!” Byulyi pulls her arm to signal her to start moving and they start wading through the swamp of people once more. A light bulb flickers to life above Yongsun’s head instantly. They can barely hear themselves in the noise, much less each other. It’s an opportunity falling on her lap and Yongsun’s damned if she won’t take it.

She clears her throat. “Your hands really turn me on.”

Byulyi doesn’t even turn around to look at her, just keeps pushing forward through the crowd. Yongsun bites back laughter and squeezes Byulyi’s hand. She turns around at that, tilting her head in slight confusion, face sporting a grin. Yongsun shakes her head and they continue moving as glee at the prospect of what she can do in her current situation fills her up.

Walking deeper in still, the club gets louder and darker even though Yongsun didn’t think it was possible mere minutes ago.

“Hey, hot ass lady holding my hand,” Yongsun tries. “Could we go get some drinks before hitting the dance floor?” No reaction.

“You sexy beast. Hold me tight. Grab my tiddies and drag me into a kiss.”

Nothing. If Byulyi can hear her, she doesn’t show any indication that she does.

It’s even better than I thought, Yongsun thinks incredulously. She gives a tug to the hand that’s holding hers.

“Can we get a drink first?” She asks in her normal voice, not even trying to compete against the noise. Byulyi frowns and leans closer, lips forming a ‘what’. Yongsun smiles and gestures towards what distinctly looks like a bar and tilts her head back to mimic the act of drinking. Byulyi perks up, nods, and they head off to a new destination.

It’s a little quieter at the bar, the air still shaking with heavy bass, but Yongsun can actually hear her own thoughts now. A familiar beautiful woman with a smouldering gaze is already waiting for them at the bar, an eyebrow raised, and Yongsun fights back a blush when the woman glances between Byulyi and herself as they walk towards her.

“Surprise!” Byulyi yells and almost leaps across the counter to wrap the woman in a hug.

“How did you manage to find me? I barely started working, like, two days ago!” Hyejin laughs, arms going around to return the hug before pulling Yongsun into another smothering one.

“I have my sources!” Byulyi says and Hyejin rolls her eyes.

“Wheein! Of course.”

“Where is she anyway? She owes me 15 bucks!” Hyejin motions to somewhere behind her and not even a moment later, a young dimpled girl appears beside Hyejin and squeals, dragging all four of them into a group huddle.

“HELL YEAH! The gang’s back together for a night of booze and bad decisions!” She jumps around excitedly and Yongsun feels her heart melt at the sight. She glances at Hyejin and Byulyi and she’s sure she’s not the only one. They are all soft for Wheein and her bubbly energy.

“Making bad decisions won’t be a problem with how fucking LOUD this place is! Are the speakers busted or something?” Yongsun winces as the music somehow gets louder than before, a remix of some top 10 EDM song reverberating in her skull.

“We don’t really know why but the other bartenders tell us it’s the DJ! He always plays the music this loud just cuz it ‘sets him in the mood’!” Wheein explains and Byulyi rolls her eyes.

“What an asshole.”

“Right?! Most of the DJs we’ve met here are really nice but he’s the only one that’s a big meanie! Just earlier tonight he…” Wheein launches into a story and Byulyi listens attentively, straining her neck forward to pick up on Wheein’s excited chatter. Hyejin quickly fills up two mugs with some cheap beer for them and is off to respond to a customer calling for her. Byulyi sends a wink her way as thanks before focusing her attention back onto Wheein and her flailing arms.

Yongsun adores that part of Byulyi that is so attentive and pays attention to details. The one that tries her best to be inclusive. The one with so much kindness and care in her heart. It was a quality that attracted so many of her friends to her and helped her to easily make more.

“I love you so much,” Yongsun stares at Byulyi and the words slip out before she can stop it. A spike of anxiety stabs her before realising that it is too loud for anyone to pick up what she’s saying. “That jacket looks great around you but you know what would look better? Me.”

Byulyi doesn't react. She’s still listening attentively to Wheein’s enthusiastic storytelling. It’s a chance she can’t miss.

“You funky lesbian, why the fuck are you so perfect, huh? Wanna fight? Wanna sit on my face? I dare you. I’m so in love with you. I’m not even joking. I would lay my life down for you like a knight for her queen, except like, I don’t wanna die, so maybe not. I’d fight a man for you, though. I’d choke all the men in the world for you. Fuck, you look so good. Marry me.”

Yongsun is on a roll, spitting out cheesy compliments and flirty pick-up lines. She says it to no-one in particular, keeping her eyes on the hyper duo next to her as she nurses her drink in one hand.

That is, until she realises her phone has been incessantly buzzing in her pocket. It’s enough to get her to take it out and look through her notifications.

Hyegi: oi

Hyegi: im on the other side

Hyegi: bitch dont ignore me look here

Hyegi: are u talking to yourself or smth wat the fuck

Hyegi: who you talking to

Hyegi: oh my god

Hyegi: SKJSHDSJFH

Hyegi: omg u hopeless gay

Hyegi: sit on your face???

Hyegi: yong pls

Hyegi: pls do not start fighting here i dont wanna be fired

Hyegi: im begging you pls stop

Hyegi: o fuk that’s so NSFW im gagging

Hyegi: bicth

Hyegi: thicc byulssy???? UVE GONE TOO FAR

Hyegi: HELLO!! LOOK HERE ASSHOLE!!!

Yongsun is absolutely mortified. Her eyes quickly dart to where Hyejin is leaning against the counter a few metres away, smoothly typing away on her phone, as if she didn’t just ruin Yongsun’s entire night in a few texts. Hyejin glances up to look at her and smirks. Yongsun's fight or flight response is fully activated and screaming at her to somehow knock Hyejin unconscious and make her lose all memory of tonight.

Yong: FUCK

Yong: dkjfhsljdfh

Yong: what the fuck

Hyegi: calm down

Yong: im gonna fukcking

Yong: what the FUCK

Hyegi: CHILL i wont tell

Yong: i will die on the spot if you do

Hyegi: please dont

Yong: DIE you hear me

Hyegi: I WONT I SWEAR

Yong: this whole time

Yong: how

Yong: did you bug me with a mic

Hyegi: what?? no i can lip read

Yong: how? since when??? what the fuck

Hyegi: took a course back in college

Yong: why

Hyegi: i wanted to be a spy

Yong: uh

Yong: ok

Yong: anyway pls dont spill

Hyegi: chillax i wont. I got u babe

Yong: thanks ily

Hyegi: ily too

Hyegi: also u are one giant horndog u know that?? fuckin intense!!

Yong: and what about it? she’s hot. im hot. we’re perfect for each other

Hyegi: LMAO right so why u seducing thin air

Yong: im just

Yong: building up my offense u know

Yong: training to fight fire with fire

Hyegi: by talking to the air

Yong: im TRAINING u fool

Yong: im like zuko and she’s azula because im gonna take her down

Yong: except we’re not siblings and i wanna date her

Hyegi: fuck u dont ruin that show for me

Yong: im not supporting incense im just saying they were both hot

Hyegi: incense im its incest u illiterate

Hyegi: ok look if i give u another drink on the house will u PLEASE shut the fuck up

Yong: a nicer one please

Yong: thanks

Yong: also zutara should have been endgame

Hyegi: dont test me because i will throw this drink in ur face

Yongsun laughs and looks up only to see Wheein gone and Byulyi staring at her and smiling. She feels her heart jump out her chest and tries to not let it show. She raises an eyebrow and Byulyi shakes her head and takes another swig of her now finished beer. Hyejin walks up to them with Yongsun’s drink on the house.

“Hey, how come she gets another one?!” Byulyi pouts, shifting closer to Yongsun and her new drink.

“What can I say? I’m a natural charmer!” Yongsun shrugs, a teasing lilt in her voice, which makes Byulyi pout even more. Hyejin rolls her eyes and walks away. Yongsun realises that it’s just her and Byulyi now. She clears her throat uncomfortably, unprepared to face Byulyi one-on-one, despite all the ‘training’ she’s undergone.

“Holy shit, I love this song! For a shitty DJ, he’s got pretty good taste in music!” Byulyi perks up. She gets off her chair and sways to the song now playing through the speakers. Yongsun watches awkwardly as Byulyi dances without a care in front of her.

She thinks she’s disassociating. In another dimension.

Byulyi? Sexy dancing in front of her as she sits and watches? Not even trying to escape? Absolutely unheard of.

She’d already be running for the hills on a normal day.

I’m too fucking gay for this shit. Is this happening? Is this really happening? What the fuck.

Yongsun doesn’t budge an inch on her seat, doesn’t even grab her drink. Her eyes watch Byulyi intensely, expression unchanging as the younger girl dances without a care in the world, unaware of the quickly deteriorating mess that is Yongsun’s sanity. Byulyi’s eyes lock with hers and she feels something important escape her body.

Her phone buzzes again and again and Yongsun forces herself to tear her eyes away from the spectacle that is Byulyi and respond to it.

Hyegi: u lesbian

Hyegi: SHUT UP ur sex eyes are so obvious

Hyegi: U look like u are one blink away from pushing her down!! Fuck

Hyegi: i cant deal with this

Hyegi: remember to use protection xoxo hwasa

Yongsun rolls her eyes. Her phone buzzes again. What now?

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Wheenie: byul-unnie

Wheeinie: i got him to play the song u wanted

Wheeinie: r u sure dis will work

Wheeinie: make sure u do wat we discussed

Wheeinie: unnie u luk v intense

Wheeinie: ya work those sexy moves

Wheein: sway ur hips more!! bat ur eyes!!

Wheeinie: she looks turned on as fUK keep doing it

Wheeinie: lmao she’s looking here?? move closer

Wheeinie: get more in her face!! blast ur hormones! show her ur willing and ready!!!

Wheeinie: wait

Wheeinie: OH FUCK

from this shitpost of mine

after more than a year here i am...... my measly attempt at comedy..

comments r appreciated and criticism even more so because i get turned on by both

#mamamoo #moonset #moonbyul #solar #wheein #hwasa #humour #humor #moowritings #had this saved in my drafts and forgot to post it???#mamamoo fanfic

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Chapter 3: The Nerd and The Playboy

“Last minute of the match, one more score and the Local teams wins…Hargrove has the ball, he’s dribbling close to the basket and…SCOOOOOOOOOREEEEEEE!! It’s a definite win for Hawkins Team! Everyone, a huge round of applause!” the referee yelled, making me jump from my seat, up and down, and cheer as loud as I could, my heart so happy for Billy. “King Billy! King Billy! King Billy!” everyone from our highschool screamed, making me join their chant as they carried him on their shoulders, outside, so they can celebrate. I grinned and went outside behind the huge crowd that kept congratulating and praising Billy and my heart swelled seeing his beautiful and genuine smile. I didn’t care that everyone around him was there just because he was popular and cool and all they wanted was his fame and a good fuck, I just enjoyed the beautiful sight in front of me.

Of course, the cheerleaders jumped on him, hugged him, kissed him, but my smile never left my face, no matter what everyone did there. At one point, he seemed to look around and as soon as he spotted me and made eye contact, my grin widened and I gave him two thumbs up, to which he smiled softly and nodded in appreciation, before having his attention taken away by the rest as they got him in their cars and went to a bar to drink, scream in happiness and fuck at their leisure.

Stretching a bit, I go to my motorbike and drive back home and continue studying and listening to music, just as I always do. Many hours later, however, I got a phone call…I never get phone calls. The kids, if they wanna talk, only use the Walkie Talkies. I pick up the phone and say a shy greeting, before I was met with a very slurred and loud voice.

“Hey, babe! S'me, Billy! Fuck, I’m so drunk…You home?” he asked, barely coherent. “Yes, I am. Are you okay? Did something happen?” I worry, making him chuckle. “Aww, look at my little Kitten worrying so much over someone like me, ain’t she adorbz as all hell…Would you be a good Kitten and get me the hell outta here? I drank to much and I don’t wan’ crash ma’ car. It’s a totes chick magnet, m'kay?” he stumbled over his words, making me sigh and facepalm. “Okay, Billy, where are you?” I asked, preparing myself for the worst. “Y'kno’, just tha’ strip club…Uh…Can’t remem'r the name…” he mumbled in a hushed voice. “Oh Jesus Christ, Billy…You’re making me go to a…A…To a place like that to pick you up? You really have no shame, do you?” I dragged my hand down my face in annoyance, sighing exasperated. “Mnooo, c'mon, toots, if I was tha’ shameless, I’d have talked so dirty with ya that…Tha’…M'dunno, but I’d sell my house to see ya blush like tha’…Ah, fuck, now I got sucha hard on…” he groaned in annoyance, possibly punching a wall. “Uhm…Billy…Did you just punch a wall?” I asked softly, hoping for a negative answer. “Urgh…Ye…Ah, fuck’s sake, now there’s blood. Baaaabe, hurry up and take me homeeeee.” he whined like a spoiled child, making me laugh. “Is your car there? Also, do you want to stay over at mine, or you want to your home?” I asked for the details, putting on my socks. “Ye, ’s here…Yours, don’ wan’ see ma’ fath'r. Fuck tha’ fucktard. Fuck ‘im.” he cursed with rage in his voice, making me sigh once more. “It’s okay, Billy, I will be there in 10 minutes. Please, go outside and sit in your car, can you do that?” I got up, reaching for my jacket, and as I heard his positive mumble, I told him to wait for me and hurried outside to my bike.

The drive into town was pretty fast and after I parked my motorbike, I searched for Billy’s Camaro, and found it easily, since instead of staying IN the car, he was staying ON the car. Godamn it, Billy.

“Billy, why are you on the hood of the car?” I asked, walking in front of him. “Why aren’t ya next t’ me?” he gave a drunk smirk, reaching out to me. “Let’s go home, dear. Can you give me the keys?” I took his hands and got him off the hood. “Sure, babe, anythin’ for ya…Only if ya kiss me.” he winked, leaning down to my height. “Need I remind you that I’m doing this for you, not for me?” I smiled awkwardly, tilting my head. “Ah…Yeah, guess so. Here.” he grumbled, passing me the keys and getting in the passenger seat. “Can you put your seat belt on, dear?” I asked, getting in the car and shutting the door. “Ye, 'f course I can, who do y'take me for?” he laughed, but his hands shook so much that he couldn’t do it. “Here, let me do it.” I said patiently, putting my hands over his and fastening the seat belt. “Awww, Kitten’s holding ma’ hands and she’s so soft~!” he teased, but that only made me chuckle in amusement as I turned on the ignition and driving to my home. “Are you feeling alright? How much did you have to drink?” I spared a glance his way, only to realise he was already looking at me with a very out-of-it smile on his face. “Probs too much. Drank a whole barrel o’ beer. King Billy, YEAH BABY!! WHOOO!!!” he screamed really loudly with his head out of the window, which made me yelp and drag him back inside. “Never do that again, please! Also, we’re almost here, so please be patient.” I pouted, making him tilt his head left and right. “Y'kno’…You look so much hotter than those good fo’ nothin’ whores at the club.” he slurred, placing his hand on my inner thigh, making me blush and bite my lip. “U-Uhm…Could you, like, please not touch my leg?” I muttered in a low voice, which only made him ask me to repeat myself as he squeezed my thigh gently.

I let my head hit the chair rest in exasperation and I thanked every living creature in this world that we arrived, 'cause I might have gotten pretty pissed off otherwise. I took off my seat belt, then opened his door to open his seat belt and since he was stumbling on his feet, I put his arm around my shoulder and dragged him to my room, laying him down on my bed. I helped him take his jacket and boots off, putting them away neatly, but I couldn’t possibly do that for the rest of his clothes, right?

…………………………

Wrong.

I was dead wrong.

He puked his Tshirt and jeans and fell asleep.

And now he’s snoring like a bear.

Fuck. Me.

Slapping my face in annoyance, I take a deep breath and somehow manage to take of his shirt, putting it in the bathroom sink, then for his jeans…Oh, dear God, here we go. First this stupid belt, okay…Then, the buttons and the zipper…God, please, don’t wake up now, please. Then to drag them off…Oh, Christ, why are they so tight on him. Damn it, Hargrove! You owe me your whole damn life for this!

I managed to take them off completely somehow and God forbid, he truly wasn’t a shy person… Banging my head on the wall hard, I calm down and got myself to the bathroom where I started washing his clothes, making sure there’d be no stain on them by the time he wakes up. I swear, the stench of cigarettes and alcohol is so disgusting…

By the time I got back to my room…

He was on the floor, asleep… But there was vomit on the floor.

How much does a person puke in one night before they lay off?!

I groaned in exasperation and went to get the cleaning products to wipe away the mess from the carpet, then had to use my powers to put him back on the bed - Such a godamn heavy jerk - and wash his face softly to get the vomit away from his face.

Okay, now I’m scared to sit on the bed in case he pukes on me… I’ll just stay at my desk and chill until sleep takes over me or something.

But…That wasn’t the case.

His snores were so loud that I couldn’t fall asleep no matter how much I tried, making me pull at my hair when I noticed it was already 5AM and there was no way in hell I could get a proper sleep.

Curse you, Hargrove.

As I kept my head on the desk, trying to at least calm my headache, I heard a pained groan, which made me look at him - He was awake and frowning confused.

“Kitten…? Where am I? Why ’m I sick?…Oh, fuck-” he cursed, rushing out of the room, making me yell “FIRST ON THE RIGHT!” so he’d know where the toilet is. “There, there, it’s okay now. Do you need a glass of fresh water?” I asked softly, holding his hair back and rubbing his shoulder. “Urgh…Yeah…The hell happened?” he groaned, coughing a bit. “One second, please.” I excused myself before running to the kitchen to get him some water before I kneel next to him and hand him the glass, getting the hair away from his face. “Well…What do you remember from yesterday?” “Ah…Not much. I won the match then I went to some strip club…And I drank way too much, I guess.” he drank the water in a heartbeat, nodding his thanks as he panted slightly. “You…Do you remember calling me?” I rake my fingers through his hair, but he shook his head. “No. I know I kept thinkin’ 'bout you, but that’s all. Wha’ happened?” he asked with a dazed expression, looking like he was about to die. “Uhm…At around 2AM you called me to get you out of there…Which…I did. That’s the gist of it.” I explained plainly, earning a nod of understanding. “And why am I naked? We couldn’t’ve 'ad some fun, 'ight? I’d’ve remem'red it, fo’ sure.” he chuckled looking through hooded eyelids. “Maybe you dreamt of that. But it was far less gracious. You puked yourself…And, you’re not naked, okay?” I laughed awkwardly, leaning back. “Urgh, haven’t done that in a long time. Did ya take off my clothes?” he slurred his words, making me look away. “Did you want to sleep in your own vomit?” I tried to reason, but he only hit his head on the toilet seat. “Ah, godamn it. The only time my Kitten does somethin’ naughty to me, I’m not conscious. Fuck’s sake.” he groaned in mock annoyance, which made me blush and scratch at my neck. “Uhm…So…H-How are you feeling? Any better?” I try to encourage him, but he only rolled his eyes and puked again. “Think Imma barf for the next 10 hours…Or years.” he groaned, making me pat his back. “It’s okay…It’s Saturday, at least.” I muttered, leaning on the bathtub, struggling to stay awake. “Did I do anythin’ bad to ya while I was drunk?” he murmured slowly, making me shake my head. “Don’t lie, I know I did somethin’. Can’t fool me.” he smirked knowingly, making me blush in shock. “Uhm…I-It’s no big deal. You just flirted a lot, like usual and uh…Y-You, j-just…Kinda touched my leg, haha, don’t worry.” I tried to laugh it off. “Look, Kitten, if it were after me, I’d stay between your thighs all my life, but I was a drunk shithead today. Next time I do that, I’ll be sober.” he tried to apologise, before vomiting again. “D-Don’t worry, it’s fine…Just, get better soon, okay?” I reassured him awkwardly, waving my hands around, but then I stopped abruptly, seeing the blood on his hand. “Damn it…I’m so stupid.” I muttered before getting up to fetch alcohol, cotton wool and some gauze. “Wha’ this fo’, babe?” he asked, dazed, most likely not realising his hand was bloody. “When you called me, you punched the wall…I forgot all about it until I saw it again, I’m sorry. Will you let me fix it?” I asked as I gingerly held his hand. “It’s…Gonna sting a bit.” “Babe, you’re made o’ soft'n'gentle, how ’m I supposed to resist ya?” he chuckled, putting his arm on the toilet seat as he looked at me with a little smile on his face. “Do yo’ magic, make me better.” he murmured, resting his head on the arm on the toilet. “Okay…If it hurts, you can squeeze my hand, okay? I’ll try to make it not hurt though…” I sighed, dabbing the cotton wool in alcohol and applying on the scraped skin on his knuckles. “Shhh, it’s okay, dear, it will be over soon.” I cooed gently as I finished disinfecting the wound and wrapping it in gauze, finishing with a kiss on the back of his hand. “Why do ya keep kissin’ ma’ hand, babe? Ain’t I supposed to do tha’?” he whined, taking my hand in his. “I am…Well…What was the expression…Kiss it better, was it? So it will heal faster?” I smiled at him, putting his hand on my cheek and leaning on it. “You’re so adorable when you’re genuine and sincere with yourself. You are finally you, yourself, Billy, not some creation made by trauma and complexes induced by others.” I explained, kissing his wrist. “Which only makes me want to show you that violence isn’t always the answer, and that sometimes, being yourself…Accepting yourself as you are and not having to act a certain way to be accepted…Well…It’s very reliving. You’re a wonderful person, Billy. Don’t let other dictate the way you live. You’re smart, beautiful, talented and strong…What more could you want from life?” I grinned at him, feeling my heart beat faster seeing the shocked look on his face which clearly showed that nobody ever said those things to him and mean them. “You.” he replied bluntly, which made me tilt my head in confusion. “You are all that I’d need. You’re the only one to ever-” he began but had to vomit again, making me sigh and rub his back soothingly. “It’s okay, dear, you can tell me when you’re all better. Which reminds me…How long does this take? Until you get better and can lie down?” I asked, having no idea what to do. “Ma’ record’s 'bout 3-4 hours o’ huggin’ the toilet. Not the best sight. It’s already been an hour, not much longer, I hope.” he sighed in exasperation. “Can I bring you anything? Painkillers for your stomach? Or…Uhmm…Some other pill to take away the vomit sensation? Or more water? I…Really have no idea how to help you, I’m sorry.” I smiled awkwardly, leaning back on the bathtub again. “You did more than I could’ve asked fo’. Go sleep, I’ll come when I’m done over 'ere…I kept ya up all night and t'wasn’t even fun.” he grumbled, making me chuckle in amusement, but didn’t move a muscle to get up. “Didn’t ya 'ear me? Go sleep, babe. You’ll get sick stayin’ on the cold floor tiles.” he continued, making me shake my head. “You’re here, I’m here. I’m not moving till I know you’re feeling better, so stop trying.” I insisted, which only made him shake his head and rest his head on the toilet again.

We chatted a bit more, but honestly, my eyes were burning me so much from exhaustion that I had no idea when I fell asleep there, leaning on the bathtub, provided that when I woke up I was in Billy’s arms and goodness gracious, it felt so good and warm that I could only smile and snuggle closer into him.

I didn’t care what time it was, that I was hungry, that I should’ve studied or anything of the sort, nor that he may or may not be awake, I just stood there, letting that warmth and calm engulf me completely.

“You up, Kitten?” Billy asked all of a sudden in a very low, hoarse voice, which made me snuggle even closer to him and grumble a negative answer. “Aww, look at her being adorbz. C'mon, babe, I wanna see your sleepy face.” he chuckled, poking my cheek. “Mnoo…It’s so warm…Lemme sleep…” I pouted, which made him hold me tighter, playing with my hair. “I’d do anything in this world to be able to wake up like this every morning.” he whispered lightly, making me shake my head in amusement. “You’d get bored of me easily.” I sighed, closing my eyes once again. “How do you know that? You keep saying all these things, but you don’t know that.” he tsked in annoyance, but that only made me release an amused breath, raising my head a bit to look at him. “People get bored of others so easily…They always want something new, something challenging, something to excite them. Once you get to understand and discover me, you’ll get bored and leave.” I explained with a serene, yet sad smile on my face. “We will see about that.” he stated firmly, but I only shook my head. “No. We will not 'see’ about that. No…Because everytime that happens, I’m the one getting hurt, not you or the others. And, honestly, I don’t think I can take one more heartbreak.” I sighed, rolling on my back to look at the ceiling, reaching my arm towards it. “I’m exhausted. I know when I’ve reached my limit, and I know I have. I’m more unstable than you could imagine. I’m very close to just cutting off all the emotional bonds that I have and make me even the littlest bit happy and wallow in self-pity and solitude my whole life.” I muttered, closing my fist in the air. “So, no, Billy, I won’t 'see’ anything. It’s either black or white and I won’t settle for grey.” I let my arm fall down on the bed, letting silence engulf us for a moment. “Good, 'cause Grey sucks anyways. I mean, seriously, it’s ugly as hell…Ugly like Tommy H.” he joked, making me look at him with jaw agape and shocked, before bursting into fits of laughter. “Is that your way of reassuring me that if we get together, you won’t leave me for stupid reasons?” I asked between giggles. “A stupid answer from a stupid guy. Kinda fits, huh?” he tried to laugh it off, but raised my upper part and frowned at him. “Never say that about you ever again. It’s not true. You’re a smart guy, Billy and I won’t hear otherwise.” I say as firmly as I could, putting my hand on his face. “Not smart enough to pass your tests, though.” he muttered as he leaned his face on my touch, which made me blush slightly at the sweet sight in front of me. “It was just one time. Next time it will be much better, I’m sure of that. Pressure always makes your performance rate go down the drain…And I don’t mean time, but your stupid excuse of a father…Oh, wait, sorry, that was mean of me…” I bit my lip realising what I said, but he only grinned. “You’re not wrong about that one. He is stupid and I can’t wait to get rid of him.” he rolled his eyes, kissing my wrist. “Oh, Billy…” I shook my head with a slight smile on my face before getting back in his arms and relaxing.

—

“KATRINA, ANSWER! CODE RED! CODE RED! FOX, ARE YOU THERE?! CODE RED!!” I could hear my Walkie Talkie blaring for the first time since the first incident with the monsters and I lunged to it, turning it on. “Fox here! What’s the matter?! Are you guys okay?!” I screamed, trying to keep my cool but I was worried beyond control. “Fox, we’re at the old junkyard!” Dustin explained, but I cut him off. “Who is there and WHY are you there?!” I asked, confused beyond reason. “Uhh, me, Lucas, Max and Steve.” he replied slowly. “Why’s Harrington with you?!” my voice shocked beyond boundaries. “Doesn’t matter! We came here to see what the fuck is going on here with the Demodogs-” he started, but I yelled “DEMODOGS?!” cutting him off, but he continued. “Yes, Demodogs! Sorry, we were all too busy to explain everything in detail, but now we’re going to Will’s house so meet us there and we’ll fill you in with everything, okay?! HURRY UP, WE NEED YOU!” Dustin screamed in the Walkie, making me widen my eyes and rush.

I got my axe and shotgun, put them on the motorbike and drove to the Byers’ house as fast as possible, running inside and seeing everyone there, safe, and trying to nurse a very sick Will.

“Is everyone okay?! And, like, can everyone tell me WHAT THE HELL I’VE BEEN MISSING?! I mean, I think I ought to know by now, right?” I panted, dropping my weapons on the floor and crashing on the sofa, trying to get some energy back. “Dustin raised a Demodog since it was a slug and then lost it.” Lucas sighed, making Dusting curse him. “What the-” I muttered in shock. “And Will is possessed by the Mindflayer.” Mike continued. “No way in hell-” I slapped my hand over my mouth. “Do you want me to try and get in his head? Maybe I could get the Mindflayer out of there?" I asked unsurely, which made Joyce look at me with desperation. "Can you do that? Can you please do that?” Joyce got in front of me, barely keeping herself from crying. “I can’t guarantee it will work, I’m not sure how strong it is, but I can try. And if it doesn’t work, there may be some other methods we could try…Don’t worry, they shouldn’t endanger Will, just the thing possessing him.” I put my hands on her shoulder and she hugged me tightly, thanking me for trying.

Taking a deep breath, I sit on the ground, telling everyone to keep quiet while I tie a scarf around my eyes, just like how I and El would do some time ago, and tried to reach out to Will.

“Is it working?!” Mike asked impatiently, which made me tsk in annoyance. “Shut up, Mike. I barely got inside his mind…It’s so dark…Oh, I see Will. Poor dear, he looks so scared and frail…” I trailed off, but by this time I wasn’t sure if I was just talking to myself, in Will’s mind, or if it was reaching outside too. “Will…? Will the Wise Wizard? Do you remember me? It’s Fox the Sneaky Rogue.” I say gently, kneeling in front of his crying form, gingerly putting my hand on his head. “F-Fox…? Is this really you…?” he meekly raised his head to look at me with his red, puffy eyes. “Yes, Will, dear, it’s me. I’m here to save you.” I reassured him, kissing his forehead, but he only shook his head. “You can’t save me…I’m gonna die…These shackles are impossible to destroy…” he sobbed again, only then realising that his wrists, ankles and neck were chained. “Let me try to break them, then. I’m not sure if it will work or not, but even if my powers aren’t strong enough for this, we have other ways to get you out, okay? We’re all here to save you.” I coo soothingly, holding him in my lap and petting his head softly. “M-Mummy is there too? A-And Jonathan…?” he sobbed into my shirt. “Yes, they are. Mummy is holding you now just the way I am holding you here. She’s desperately trying to get you back to her. She misses you.” I explain, channeling my powers to destroy one of the chains around his ankle. “I miss mummy too…I miss her…I-I want this to end! It’s so scary here, it’s driving me crazy!” he choked on his sobs, gripping the back of my shirt tightly, crying in my neck. “I know, baby, I know, but you’re not alone, please don’t forget that. We’re close to bringing you back to us and banishing that monster. We’re very close.” I kept saying reassurance words, kind of absent-mindedly, before the first chain snapped with a very loud clink, scaring the poor boy and making him look back. “Y-YOU DID IT! YOU BROKE ONE OF THEM! OH MY GOD!” Will exclaimed in a pitched voice, throwing his arms around my neck and thanking me over and over again. “Okay, sweety, only 4 more left, okay? You’re a strong boy, you are Will the Wise Wizard, okay? We can do it, together!” I encouraged him, kissing his forehead and starting to snap the 2nd chain, on his other ankle. “I am only strong because I have you, my Party. Without you, I’d be just a lonely and frail wizard. I need tanks, healers and close-ranged dps players to be able to do anything, otherwise I’m vulnerable by myself.” he trailed off, trying to stop his sobbing. “You are strong, Will, but it’s as you say, none of us is alone here, that’s why we are a Party. If one of us falls, we all fall, so we will always save the one who needs help.” I force myself to say as I broke the next chain. “FOX, YOU DID IT! YOU DID IT!” he cried with a huge grin on his face, but I could feel the energy in me starting to drain and I was panting for air. “Yes, Will, just 3 more, okay? We can do this. We’re so close…” I whispered to him, not trusting my own voice as I felt my eyes start to bleed. “Fox, oh no, this isn’t good…You’re overusing your powers on me…We don’t know what happens when you overuse your powers!” he exclaimed, shaking my shoulders, making me a bit dizzy. “It’s just 3 more chains, Will, don’t worry about me. I can handle it.” I assure him as I cough some blood. “FOX! FOX, NO! FOX, IT’S NO GOOD!” he shouted, trying to stop me, but just as he tried that, another very loud snap was heard, indicating that one of his wrists was liberated. “Just…2 more…No big deal…I-I can do this.” I closed my eyes, trying to get back my breathing, but my lungs were burning…It felt like I was drowning, but I didn’t stop trying to break the 4th chain. “Fox, please, don’t hurt yourself for me! Just….Just come back later after you’ve healed! I’ve been here for so long, a few more hours won’t hurt me! Please, Fox, please don’t do this!” he started crying again, his voice barely above a whisper, frightened, but not for him, but for myself. “Just…Just a bit more…And…And…J-Just….A bit…More…” I kept trying to push myself to finish this, but my sight started to become blurry, and before I could let that happen, I screamed in annoyance, forcing myself to use more power on this chain, making it snap. “Fox, can you see me?! Fox, can you hear me? It’s Will, please, answer! You’re bleeding so much, I-I don’t know what to do! Fox, please, say something!” little Will sobbed in desperation, shaking me, trying to get me back to my senses. “This fucking monster is stronger then I imagined…But…1 more chain…Just one more…And you’re…Gon’ be okay…” I muttered to myself, blinking away and trying to get my sight back to normal, but before I could start working on the chain around his neck, the monster appeared out of nowhere, behind Will, screeching into the air. “NOOOOOOOO!!! FOX, DON’T LET HIM TAKE ME!! FOX, PLEASE, SAVE ME!!! FOX!!!” Will shrieked in desperation, trying to run towards me, but the chain around his neck was strangling him, dragging him backwards, to the monster. “BRING ME BACK MY BABY, YOU FUCKASS! YOU HAVE NO RIGHT TO TAKE HIM!” I somehow managed to jump on my feet and use my powers to stop the monster in his tracks, but he was too strong, and managed to use one of his tentacles to slap me away, making me scream in pain and somehow take off the blindfold in the real life, panting and choking blood like mad. “Kat, what happened? You’re bleeding like hell, what did you do?” Hopper crouched in front of me, trying to steady me. “I was s-so close…B-But th-that monster g-got to us…A-And I-I’m kinda at my limit n-now…Will was chained with 5 chains…I broke 4…I-If we manage t-to destroy the 5th from outside…H-He’s back, I think.” I coughed so much blood that I felt like I was gonna be sick.

Hopper nodded, going to the phone to call the military, Joyce went to her room, probably to calm down and sob away her sorrows…And I just laid down on the carpet next to will, holding his hand gingerly, trying to get back my energies.

“Did you guys know that Bob was the original founder of Hawkins AV?” Mike asked out of the blue. “Really?” Dustin asked in surprise. “He petitioned the school to start it and everything. Then he had a fund-raiser for equipment. Mr. Clarke learned everything from him. Pretty awesome, right?” Mike continued, praising Bob. “Yeah.” Lucas approve silently. “We can’t let him die in vain.” Mike said in determination, making me raise up in a sitting position. “Wait, Bob died?! What?!” I gasped at them in horror, not believing my ears. “Yeah…He saved us at the hospital…He got eaten by the Demodogs, sacrificing himself to save us.” he explained, making my bottom lip quiver in pain. “N-No way…Not Bob…” I muttered, trying not to cry in shock. “What do you want to do, Mike? The Chief’s right on this. We can’t stop those Demo-dogs on our own.” Dustin exclaimed in irritation. “Demo-dogs?” Max asked, completely flabbergast. “Demogorgon dogs. Demo-dogs. It’s like a compound. It’s like a play on words” Dustin tried to explain, earning a simple, yet completely done with life “Okay.” from her. “I mean, when it was just Dart, maybe But there’s an army now.” he continued. “Dart…Is that the Demodog you raised or something?” I asked in confusion, and I quickly earned an affirmative answer. - “His army.” Mike breathed out. “What do you mean?” Harrington asked, possibly more confused than I was. “His army. Maybe if we stop him, we can stop his army, too.” Mike explained, rushing to some of the drawings Will did. “The shadow monster.” Dustin mentioned. It got Will that day on the field. The doctor said it was like a virus, it infected him.“ Mike explained to us what happened. "And so this virus, it’s connecting him to the tunnels?” Max asked in confusion. “To the tunnels, monsters, the Upside Down, everything.” Mike said, but was stopped by Harrington who needed a more thorough explanation.

Mike then continued to explain to all of us the idea of a “Hive mind”, how if we hurt the vines, we hurt everything around, how the Mind Flayer wants to take over our dimension, seeing itself as a superior being to us… And then, we decided to try to interrogate Will in the old shack, making sure he wouldn’t be able to spy on us. So, that left Joyce, Hopper, Jonathan, Mike and myself to go to interrogate him as we could.

“What? What? What is this? What? What is this? Why am I tied up?” Will started panicking, tied up to his chair. “Will, we just wanna talk to you. We’re not gonna hurt you.” Joyce told him calmly, crouching in front of him. “Where am I?” Will asked again, no doubt as a way to spy for the monster. “You recognize this? Do you recognize this?” Hopper asked, showing him the drawing of the shadow monster he did. “Hey. We wanna help you. But to do that, we have to understand how to kill it.” Joyce explained, trying to sooth him down, but it was to no avail. “Why am I tied up?” and “Let me go!” was all he could scream at the top of his lungs, his voice changing tunes a bit, and as well as that, making the lights flicker like crazy. I started hugging Will, trying to stop his struggling, knowing full well that he wouldn’t last too long. And I was right, for he calmed down pretty easily, which allowed Joyce to sit on the chair in front of him and try talking to him.

“Do you know what March 22nd is? It’s your birthday. Your birthday. When you turned eight, I gave you that huge box of crayons. Do you remember that? It was 120 colors. And all your friends, they got you Star Wars toys, but all you wanted to do was draw with all your new colors. And you drew this big spaceship, but it wasn’t from a movie. It was your spaceship. A rainbow ship is what you called it. And you must have used every color in the box. I took that with me to Melvald’s and I put it up and I told everyone who came in, 'My son drew this.’ And you were so embarrassed. But I was so proud. I was so, so proud.” she said, barely managing not to cry.

“Do you remember the day Dad left? We stayed up all night building Castle Byers just the way you drew it. And it took so long because you were so bad at hammering. You’d miss the nail every time. And then it started raining, but we stayed out there anyway. We were both sick for like a week after that. But we just had to finish it, didn’t we? We just had to.” Jonathan crouched down next to his mum, talking to Will, who by this time started trembling, his hand shaking.

“Will, do you remember when I joined the Party? When you saw me, you said I looked so cool and that I just HAD to be Fox the Sneaky Rogue. You’ve always been my favourite from the party because I felt that you were the only one who could understand me so well. We’ve both been so emotional and frail all this time, scared to be alone and we just wanted friends and to be happy. This is why I always made sure to protect you in all games we’ve been playing so far, because you are like my little brother and I’d do anything to make sure you’re safe and happy.” I crouched down next to him, smiling at him as he started crying.

“Do you remember the first day that we met? It was It was the first day of kindergarten. I knew nobody. I had no friends and I just felt so alone and so scared, but I saw you on the swings and you were alone, too. You were just swinging by yourself. And I just walked up to you and I asked. I asked if you wanted to be my friend. And you said yes. You said yes. It was the best thing I’ve ever done.” Mike confessed, crying as he talked, the look of pure horror and desperation on Will’s face getting to us all.

“Will, baby if you’re in there, just please please talk to us. Please, honey, please, can you do that for me? Please. I love you so much.” Joyce tried again, which made Will shake like a leaf…Until he stopped and with the most dead-pan and serene look, he said “Let me go.”

However, in the silence that occurred afterwards, a tapping was heard, and I immediately realised what it was, for I and Will have been cheating at games by talking in Morse Code.

“It says 'HERE’. Will is still with us. Guys, we have to keep talking to him, he is helping us right now as much as he can!” I exclaimed, a rush of adrenaline surging through my veins.

“Do you remember the first time I played you this? Mom and Dad were both arguing in the next room. So I played you the mix tape I made you. And it was the first time you got into music. Real music.” Jonathan said as he put on the cassette and played “Should I stay or should I go” by The Clash.

Every time we would say something, Will would tap another letter, and I would write it down immediately.

“And then the party escaped into the sewers, and there were those big insect things, and you guys were still on level one.” Mike remembered him.

“Remember when I took you to the lake one night and we had so much fun swimming that we didn’t realise it got dark until it started to rain like crazy, then we ran all the way back to your home and had a sleep over, listening to music with your brother while your mum baked us cookies?” I nailed it, earning a new letter

“Then you cast Fog Cloud and you saved us. You saved the whole party.” Mike got another letter from him.

“You saw that little girl and she was in the sandbox and she was crying. You gave her your Tonka Truck and I told you we couldn’t afford to buy another one. You said she should have it because she’s sad. "She’s sad, Mommy.” I love you so much. So, so much.“ Joyce poured her soul out, before I tapped her on the shoulder and showed everyone the paper with the letters I got.

C-L-O-S-E_G-A-T-E

Great.

The worst part was that the phone rang in the house which made Will start to shake like crazy, meaning that the monster realised where we were, so Joyce had to sedate him and we got him inside. Hopper gave us weapons to defend ourselves from the monsters that were screeching like crazy outside, and somehow, one was thrown through he window, dead…But when the door opened…

El walked through.

Everyone was speechless, but I was so shocked and happy that the shotgun fell from my hands and I threw myself on her, screaming her name and letting a few tears fall down my face.

"El! El, goodness, thank God you’re alright! I missed you so much! I can’t believe I’m seeing you again!” I sobbed in our embrace as she patted my back. “It’s good to be back.” she muttered, letting go and smiling at me softly.

After our hug, Mike and El hugged, then Hopper and El…Making Hopper explain everything that happened, as El hugged everyone else.

“El, you know about the gate, don’t you? Do you know if we can close it?” I asked her, and she nodded. “Yes. I can do it.” she said, which made me blink. “I’m not letting you got through this alone, El! I don’t want to risk you dying or…Or I don’t know, something like that!” I protested, but she only shook her head. “I saw you in Will’s mind. You overused your powers breaking his chains, that’s how you were able to talk to him in the real world. You’ve done enough, you don’t have the power to close the gate. But I do.” she looked me dead in the eyes, which made me sigh. “Guess I’m pretty useless, huh?” I scratched my neck, looking away. “No, you’re not. You did everything to ensure Will’s going to come back to us alive and safe. Now, let me continue your work.” she hugged me tightly, making me rest my chin on her head. “I’m scared of letting you go alone…” I confessed, but she only smiled and looked at me. “But I won’t be alone.” she nodded at me. “But, hold up a second. If we close the gate…The Mind Flayer’s army will die, right?” Mike asked, agitated. “Will is still part of that army. Kat wasn’t able to break all 5 chains, right?” he asked, looking around for confirmation. “Even if all 5 chains were broken, Will would have still been a host. The chains were a way to get through to his mind and get the answers.” El explained, making us shocked at how much she knew. “He likes it cold…That’s what he kept telling me…” Joyce said, closing the window. “We keep giving him what he wants!” “So we need to burn the virus out of him, right? How are we gonna do that?” I asked, biting my lip.

We broke down in 3 parties:

El and Hopper to close the gate. Joyce, Jonathan and Nancy to get the virus out of Will. I and Harrington to keep the kids safe in case of Demodog attacks.

“Harrington, can you take care of the kids for like…10 minutes? I need to go out and make sure there are no monsters around the premises, okay? I will be back in a bit, I will try to hurry as much as I can.” I ask Steve frantically, looking from him to the kids, trying to make sure they listen to me. “Yeah, sure, it seems I can be a pretty good babysitter.” he nods maybe a bit too much. “Oh, and, uhm…Kat? Can I call you Kat? I’m sorry for being a jerk all this time to you.” he apologised, wetting his lips and looking at the ground, guilty. “I appreciate it…Steve. Yeah, you can call me Kat, no problem. Thank you…And take care of yourselves, all of you.” I smiled at them before getting my axe and walking around the premises.

I kept saying in my head over and over again that there would be no demodogs around, but luck is never on my side, as I heard snarling around me.

“Fuck” is all I muttered as I steadied myself as one of the demodogs leaped high into the air, trying to pounce on me, but I managed to side-step and hit it as hard as I could with my axe. For the other two, I used my powers to hit them on trees again and again, making them all dizzy, then one by one I split in two, using my powers and falling on my knees, coughing blood and panting.

“Okay, Kat, it was just 3 monsters, no big deal. Okay, it seems like all’s clear and I can return to the others…I gotta wash my face…” I groaned, getting up, taking the axe in one hand and holding my head with the other as a headache took over me.

When I opened the gate, however, I was shocked to see Steve on the ground, his face bloody, and Billy holding Lucas by his shirt.

“Billy…?” I asked, stepping carefully into the room. “What are you doing here…?” “Kat! Kat, you’re hurt! There were monsters out there, weren’t they?!” Max gasped worriedly as she pushed past her brother and jumped in my arms. “Yeah, but don’t worry, I took care of everything. Nothing I couldn’t handle.” I nodded slightly, throwing the axe in a corner. “Now, can anyone explain to me what in the world is going on here?” I asked again, getting a tissue and wetting it, to clean my face before I started walking towards Billy, who by this time dropped Lucas and looked at me paralysed. “What are you doing here?” he asked, looking at me, his obvious rage dissipating into mere confusion. “I should ask you that! I thought you had a date today, you said your parents were home and you didn’t have to look after Max and-…Oh no…Billy, come here, please…” my eyes widened in realisation as I extended my arms towards him.

He walked slowly in front of me, looking as if he just came from a war, and as I gingerly put my hands on his face, a tear escaped my eyes as I managed to breathe out “He hit you.”, my only confirmation being a nod. I hugged him tightly rubbing his back, his chin resting on my head and we stayed like this for a few minutes, before I pulled back and made him sit on the couch, and crouching in front of him, I told the kids to stay away from him.

“So, first things first…I will explain to you briefly what-” I tried to begin, but he cut me off. “Why was there blood on your face?” he muttered, his crystal eyes looking into my jade ones. “I…Look, I will explain this very briefly. I won’t ask you to believe me, but it’s all real. You know I’d never lie to you, okay?” I told him, earning a nod. “The gist of it is…I have superpowers and I’ve been fighting a few monsters that have been threatening us for a while. I know, it sounds stupid, but-” I continued, but was cut off by Steve. “But we have proof in the fridge.” he mumbled, going to the kitchen. “I’m sorry, WHAT did you say?!” I got back to my feet, looking after him in shock. “Don’t blame me! Mike made me put it in the fridge!” he shouted as he threw the dead demodog at our feet. “You guys are…Just…I have no words for you.” I facepalmed, looking at the ceiling exasperated, not realising Billy was looking at that thing like mad. “What the fuck is that?” he asked, looking at me. “That’s…The monsters we’ve been fighting. They are called 'Demodogs’. And uhm…We’re pretty much fighting the army while the others are out there destroying the Gate.” I tried to explain, making him facepalm. “I just wanted to get laid today, and instead, I have to deal with that fuckass of a father 'cause the little shit ran away without telling anyone, and now you’re telling me we have to fight some fucking monsters?! Really, Kat?!” he screamed in rage, making me sigh. “I’m not telling you to fight with us. You’re new to this, I can’t blame you. You can just go to your date and tell that jerk that she’s at a sleepover and their mother tried to call Susan but it didn’t reach or something. I’ll make sure she comes back safely, okay?” I tel him, petting his hair. “I fucking HATE redheads, I swear to fuck. You’re all so fucking annoying and only bring be trouble! Yes, I mean both of you! YOU THINK I WON’T GET IN TROUBLE EVEN IF I TELL HIM THE TRUTH?! YOU THINK IT’S ALL THAT EASY FOR ME?! DO YOU EVEN FUCKING CARE AT ALL ABOUT WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON WITH ME?!” he screamed at me, making Max hide behind me. “Yes, Billy, of course I care about you. If I didn’t, I wouldn’t have ever tried to calm you down or help you with anything. If I didn’t, I would have just started beating you up for threatening the kids. If I didn’t, I wouldn’t have cared about what that fucktard does to you. If I didn’t, I wouldn’t have helped you get that scholarship, I wouldn’t have tried to motivate you in any way and I wouldn’t have stayed around you more than a second. Billy…This isn’t about trauma anymore, this is about OUR lives! At this point, I can’t afford to feel scared…Or shy, or anxious or anything anymore! I can’t afford to blush o-or to be rooted to the spot or to say 'I won’t bother struggling’ because WE! MAY! FUCKING! DIE! And I’m NOT about to let ANYTHING get in between me and saving the kids if need be. So, Billy, what I am asking you right now is…Will you help me kill this army and put our lives at stake to save everyone…Or are you just going to sit there, whining that you missed a hook up and jerking off to the thought of some random chick you don’t even know the name of?! TELL ME, AND TELL ME NOW, FOR WE HAVE TO GO!” I said, looking him dead in the eyes with shocked him, for I was never able to have eye-contact with anyone.

He just stood there, rooted to the spot, looking at me, his mind blank and having no idea what to do. He was just randomly thrown into a whole other world with nothing to be explained to him and the person he cared the most about just shouting at him that he has to fight or fly away.

I used my powers to get the axe back into my hands, while in the other I held the shotgun, and looking once again at him, I said “Tell me now.” in a very low and determined voice, but he was still paralysed by everything new around him.

“Guys, get in the car, I’ll be there in a sec. We’re going to where you said and we’re going to fuck up this whole army, okay?” I told them in a dark voice, making them all scatter to the car, dragging Steve with them. “I’m only going to ask you one more time, Billy, and after that, I’m leaving to take care of the kids. Will you come with us and risk your life fighting these monsters? Or are you going to stay here and wait for us with cookies and muffins?” I ask him, narrowing my eyes and waiting for an answer.

He said nothing, just looking down at the ground, making me tsk in annoyance and slam the door behind me, walking towards the car and cursing my whole existence for letting him get mixed in all this bullshit, only adding more trauma to the mix.

As if he didn’t have enough as it is…

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bloojayoolie · 6 years

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minutemaidcxzs · 6 years

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He went straight to his room after dinner. Ever since that day when All Might the Symbol of Peace, held his last ground against a powerful enemy, he just have a lot of things on his mind that he is not in the mood to be with anyone at the moment. More importantly, there's THOSE fucking idiots... Geez, How fucking reckless can they be?

He laid on his back and tried to sleep but he kept getting bothered to the faint sounds of his classmates chattering among each other. Fucking hell, this is the fourth floor for heck's sake and I could still fucking hear those fuckers! He changed his position but he could still hear the faint laughs and bickering of everyone and, strangely enough, the longer he listened to it the more he found it quite comforting. His classmates and teachers got attacked by villains, All Might and the others got into action and got badly hurt, all because of him. With all the chaos that happened in the past few days, hearing their laughters was a comforting change of pace, though he never wanted to admit it.

He was slowly drifting to sleep when he heard his phone ring. Goddammit! He reached for it and went to see who was calling

It was the Shitty Hair

He sighed and answered it. "D'fuck u want?" he asked

"Hey ma-- wait, you sound sleepy. D-did I wake you up? I'm really sorry!"

"Just get to the fucking point already"

"Uh--uhh... everyone are planning to see each rooms for this 'King of Rooms' thing, ya wanna join?" there was a bit of nervousness in his voice

"Sounds fucking stupid. I'm going to bed" he said and ended the call.

He closed his eyes and tried to go back to sleep but he just couldn't. He couldn't shake off all the feelings mixing up inside him. Pain, saddness, frustration, regret, and... though he never wanted to truly acknowledge it, fear. He has been in the center of everything since that magician guy got him and turned him into a marble of some sort. Though in that state, he could still hear everything that's going on around him. The sound of everyone trying to save him. And what luck, when he got back to normal he only found himself being held by his neck by some shit ass villain, being slowly sucked in by that fucking warp, and being called out by a beat-up Deku, getting knocked unconscious and waking up restrained in a fucking chair in some fucking bar with the fuckng hand face himself. Facing them all alone and cornered, he never felt so helpless. He however denied to himself. If ya got some damn time to feel fucking scared, then ya got some time to fucking think of what to do! he didn't let the fear got the best of him, so he tried hard to close it up and come up with a plan. and lo, when help arrived, he only ended up making things harder for All Might. FUCKING USELESS! If only I have been strong enough to blast my way outta those fuckers this wouldn't have happened at all! My old hag's right after all, I am a fucking weakling! If only I am strong enough to take care of myself, then All Might and the pro heroes didn't have to come, those fucking idiots wouldn't have to jump into the fray, All Might didn't have to expose himself in front of everyone, UA wouldn't have t---

"Hey man, ya up?" his thoughts were broken by Kirishima's voice from the other room. He was so deep in thought that he got startled by Kirishima's voice

He heard Kirishima's muffled sigh. "Haha, who'm I kiddin'? You're like a grandpa who goes to sleep early after all" it took him a while to register that Kirishima's actually talking to him. D'fuck, did this guy just refered to me as a fucking grandpa?

He was about to answer, he heard him saying something again

"Man, I just wanted you to know that we're all glad you're back here safe with us. Don't get me wrong, I never doubted that you'll get back safe somehow even without our help. I believe in my buddies after all. It's just--"

This was the first time he heard his voice broke

"I-it's just sniff when I heard one of my mate's bein' targeted, I could've done something-- sniff I could've-- but I fucking didn't! I just stood there while you and the others are struglin'! That ain't very manly of me at all! I-It's just like the last time-- I... I didn't changed at all. I'm still fucking useless when I needed to--sniff" silence

Hearing that, I couldn't find anything to say. What he's saying, somehow, I could understand it all, because I have been thinking that to myself too

"then sniff back there with Todoroki and the others... all I did was buy a fucking nightvision goggles and called to you... that ain't very manly either--"

"Just shut up already, Shitty Hair"

silence

"W-wait, Bakugou? You were awake?? How much did you--"

"Everything you asshole"

silence

"Know what, I felt the same too... I felt useless that time too, bein' saved and all. I-- I was thinking if it hadn't been for me, all of that wouldn't have happened..."

"N-no, don't think like that! You're not useless, you did great! holding off the villains on your own and--"

"then you did great too, Shitty Hair. Thanks"

"..."

"we are big fucking overthinkers, are we Blasty?"

"shut up, don't lump me up with a big idiot like you. imma go to sleep"

"heh, such a grandpa"

"shut the fuck up or I'll fucking blast this wall right to your fucking face. lemme sleep"

"o-oh wait one last thing"

"what?"

"You really are a man, Bakugou. And... you're welcome... I'm really glad you're safe"

I never really knew why, but at that time my lips got a mind of it's own and curved to a smile

"I'm glad you all are, too"

#headcanon???#lol this is too long and rough #i got bored okay?#bakushima

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Nightmares (And how to deal with them)

( @hatefilledpoptarts I finished :D)

warning: Implied past child abuse, post traumatic stress

Characters: Eri, Mirio Toogata, Midoriya Izuku.

Rating: T

Word count: 5371

Summery: Eri has a nightmare. She calls someone to help her with it and all it implies.

She’s in pieces.

He has reached out and broken her again, ripped her to shreds and let her flesh rot. He watches her waste away, eyes frozen and dead in his skull as he waits, waits for the last possible moment, just as her soul begins to leave and the pain starts to numb, before he reaches out again to yank her back down.

She’s whole again, every bone in her body shattered yet in one piece, every inch of her screaming in pain and yet for a moment she can only stare upwards silently, a second later her eyes water and she cries, her ruined body shaking and falling apart with her sobbing, and yet he still stares at her, a corpse watching a corpse.

“This is your fault,” He says, voice cutting through her in one stroke, cold and sharp and shameless, “This will always be your fault, your curse, all of it, do you understand?”

She cries, she cries and wails and sobs, she can’t answer, and can only hope this satisfies him.

“Good, never forget that, never forget me,” He leans in, he stinks of too much bleach and not enough anesthetic, the stench of it crawls into her mouth and chokes her cries, and then he speaks, and his voice is a tombstone, hard and above death, “You will never forget me Eri.”

She wakes up.

She’s bolted straight up in her bed, her forehead soaked with sweat that traps her hair on her scalp, the rest of her long strands sticking to the back of her neck. Her face is sopping wet, and her heart races in her chest, pounding against her ribcage hard enough to bruise.

She woke up with a gasp, instead of a scream, so it’s a bit of progress, at least.

She waits, waits for hurried footsteps outside her door, after a few minutes, or an eternity the dark makes it hard to tell, she still hears nothing, and is glad for it, waking people up, waking up Izuku and Ochako, three night in a row because of the same nightmare would only make her feel worse.

Her lower lip tastes of copper, she just now notices, she had bitten it in her sleep as he approached her, as she always does when the pain comes, in order to brace herself until it passes.

Weeks later, months later, and still he controls her, still makes her flinch.

Behind bars and miles away and below her and still she is afraid.

Numbly, she gets off her bed, not sparing a look to her clock to see how much sleep she managed this time, knowing it will only make her feel worse. She softly pads over to her bedroom door barefoot, opening it as softly as she can manage before she enters the hallway and closes it behind her.

She walks past Izuku’s room, stopping for only a fraction of a second, the thought of opening his door with her keycard and crawling into his bed, again, invading her mind before she dismisses it, she’s bothered him enough; he needs to sleep more than she does, with all the things he’s done for her already.

Somehow, she manages to walk all the way down to the common room without registering the distance, she wanted to come here, though she can’t think of a reason way, her legs worked without her consent or direction, and now she stood in the middle of the room where the class, her friends (family) make her food and watch TV with her, where they talk about their day and help her not think of…anything, but now she is alone.

And in the muted darkness of the room, her thoughts deafen her.

She feels her way in the shadows, her hand touching the soft and chilly leather of the couch, and she climbs on, settling on her side as she hugged herself and leaned her head on the back rest. She stayed like this for a moment, the numbness she only now notices leaving her body by inches, and as it does her breath hitches, she breathes in and out, tries to hold it back, but the darkness presses down on her.

She clamps a hand to her mouth to muffle the wrenching sob that climbs out of her, clawing through her throat as she screams into her palm.

She lays like that, shaking and crying, for a few minutes, waiting out the pain until it passes, leaving her drained and a bit relieved that no one saw her as she sat up and leaned back on the couch, looking up at the ceiling in the silence of the empty common room.

She needs to find a way to silence her agitated thoughts; she can feel another outburst building up in her chest.

She doesn’t want to go back to sleep, a bird headed shadow looms over her tired thoughts still, waking up anyone in the building is out of the question as far as she’s concerned, there’s school tomorrow, getting a glass of water or a snack doesn’t seem worth the effort it would take to lift herself from the couch.

She can feel herself sinking into the leather; she doesn’t want to get up, the leather is cool and soft and seems to slow down her thoughts, though still they rattle in her head, what can she do?

Her face falls to her right, lining up her eyes with the sight of the home phone of the dorms, its black plastic shining quietly in the dark. Her thoughts drift away from her, a phone number rising up in their stead. The thought of waking that person up upsets her just as much as waking up anyone else…but the phone is closer.

Her chest tightens again, and she makes a decision.

She crawls on the couch towards it, picking up the phone and dialing the number in her head as she sits in the corner of the couch that lays between the back and one of the armrests, sinking again into the deep, cold leather as the dial tone beeps mindlessly in her ear.

Mirio Toogata wakes with a start. His breathing is rapid and his skin clammy with sweat. The first thing he does when his senses return is check his skull, to see that he still has it.

It was the same nightmare again, the same nightmare for a week now.

A little girl reached out her hand, silently screaming for help, just as he reaches to grab her, a bird shaped shadow looms over, and with a lazy swipe of its black wings she breaks apart before his eyes, falling to pieces at his feet just barely out of reach.

He gets up to his feet to fight this shadow, but then it reaches with its wing for him, and with a single touch to his forehead, he sees from outside his body as his head pops off his shoulders in a gory mess, and a second later he wakes up.

He gets up from his bed with a weary sigh, walking to his kitchen to get something to drink and sit on his couch for a moment before he goes back to try to sleep again. He smacks his head on his door when he walked into it, his sleep deprived mind forgetting to remind him he can’t walk through it anymore, he clenches his teeth and lets out a harsh breath through them as he pushes his door open just a bit more forcefully then he needs to.

Two months later, and he still can’t get used to it.

Taking a deep breath he keeps walking, trying to be as quiet as he can as he passes his father’s door, when a sudden ringing back in his room makes him jump with a yelp, “What in the-?”

“Mirio…” Comes the tired voice of his dad from the inside of his bedroom, “Why is someone calling your cellphone at 1:30 in the morning?”

“Beats me!” He calls over his shoulder as he races back to his room to answer, “I’ll tell them to call back in the morning! Sorry Dad!” He can hear the muffled sounds of his father turning in his bed and going back to sleep as he entered his bedroom, a blinking light and blaring ringtone signaling where his phone is next to his bed, he reaches for it and answers the call without looking at the caller ID, “Toogata residence, do you know how late it-“

“M-Mirio-san?” The soft voice stops him in his tracks, it sounds hoarse and scratchy, as if the speaker had been crying a good long while, “I-I dialed the number y-you gave me and-“

“Eri-chan?” It took him a moment to recognize the voice, but once he did a pit formed in his stomach from worry, she sounded awful, “Y-you okay? What are you doing up so late?”

A shuffling sound came from the other side followed by a sniff before she answered,” I-I’m…fine, I j-just…couldn’t sleep.” Another shuffling sound came from her, along with a sigh, Eri continuing before Mirio could say anything “I-I’m sorry I shouldn’t have called so late,” Mirio felt panic rise up in his stomach, she sounded like she was going to start crying, “I’m s-sorry I w-woke you u-up I’ll just-“

“Wait! No! Don’t hang up!” He said a bit too loudly, peaking outside his door afterwards to see if it woke up his dad before he closed his door and turned back to his phone, “It’s okay Eri-chan, you didn’t wake me up, I couldn’t sleep either.”

He chuckled a bit, hoping it would help and after a long beat of silence she came back, “O-okay…why not?”

He shrugged out of habit before making a non-committed noise, “No reason, just not tired I guess.” He pushed the image of her falling apart before his eyes to the back of his head. He walked over to his bed and sat on the side of it, keeping the phone to his ear, smiling even though she couldn’t see it, “What about you? It’s a bit past your bedtime isn’t it?” Another long beat of silence fell down the line, Mirio feeling that panic rise back in his throat, smile wilting, “Eri-chan?”

A barely audible gulp sounded from the other side, “I…” She started, sounding miserable, “I had a nightmare.”

His heart dropped, “Oh.” He muttered, at a loss, piecing together exactly why Eri called him, rubbing the back of his neck as he tried to think of something, “Well…that’s okay, everyone has nightmares,” He cringed as soon as he said it, hurriedly adding onto that, “I mean…want to talk about it? Might make you feel better…”

A long pause was his answer, follow by another quiet sniff, “It was about him,” The name hang in the air and landed on his head, weighing down his shoulders without needing to be said, “He-he was h-hurting m-me…” He heard her start to stutter more, taking sudden breaths in the middle of her words, “He w-was getting close t-to me a-and-“

“Eri-chan-“

“And I was so scared an-and I c-couldn’t breathe a-and…” She sobbed through the phone, “I-I don’t wanna be s-scared a-anymore!” The sobbing continued on the other side of the line, he could practically hear her rubbing at her tears, “I don’t wanna feel so weak anymore! It’s been two months already what’s wrong with me I-“

“Eri-chan!” He called, voice stern, “Eri-chan, focus on my voice okay? Breathe.” He heard her take a few shaky breaths before her sobbing started to calm ever so slightly, “Now Eri-chan, what I’m about to say is very important so you need to listen carefully, okay?”

After a few more shaky breaths he heard her speak again, “O-okay…”

He steadies his breathing and considers his words for a moment, “It’s only been two months Eri-chan,”

“W-what are-“

“It’s only been two months,” He repeats, voice stern and strong, “No one is asking you to just...bounce back just like that after everything that happened to you Eri-chan,” He suppresses the shudder that passes through him at the memory of that day, all those vile words that Chisaki spouted, the piercing phantom pain in his shoulder he could still feel if he thinks about it too much, he pushes it to the furthest part of his mind where it can bother him later, she needs to hear this, “Stuff like this…doesn’t just go away, it’ll take time, a long time before you start feeling better…so you shouldn’t be ashamed of feeling scared.”

“But you’re not!” Came the slightly desperate shout, the girl hiccupping, “You’re not having nightmares!”

He rubbed his head in frustration; he shouldn’t have said that, “Eri-chan…I am.” He leaned back on his head post, closing his eyes as he rubbed his face to keep himself a little more awake, “I am having nightmares.”

“B-but…” She stuttered, sounding a bit taken aback, “But y-you said…”

“I lied,” He breathed out through his teeth, “I lied Eri-chan, I didn’t want you to worry about me…but I shouldn’t have lied.” He takes another deep breath before a chuckle escapes him, “I’ve been having the same one for about…a week actually, about Chisaki…about him hurting you and me not being able to do anything…”

“But you did!” She stopped him, her voice suddenly more steady, “Y-you did save me! You and Izuku-san got me out of there! And you-“ She halted, her voice getting a bit shakier as she took in an unsteady breath, “Y-y-you lost your Quirk because of me…”

“Eri-chan,” He pleaded, dread filling his stomach at her words, “I told you it-“

“He told me it was my fault.” She stated miserably, “In the dream, always, that it’s all, my fault,” Another sob escaped her, “And he’s right, he always was, all of it is my fault if you didn’t need to save me you would still-“

“He lied to you Eri-chan,” He said, standing up on instinct, rage making his fist shake as he thought of all the revolting things Chisaki could have said to make her think like that, “He always lied to you, he hurt people, he made those Quirk erasing bullets, he hurt you, all of that is on him, and absolutely none of it is your fault, it will never be,” He takes one last breath to calm his rage, a man behind bars isn’t worth his energy, “Never forget that Eri-chan, never.”

A long stretch of silence was his answer, before a single tiny, tired yet calm sob broke it, “B-but…you lost your Quirk…because you saved me…you were,” She hiccupped, “You were amazing with it…”

He sighed with a chuckle, “Don’t worry about my Quirk Eri-chan,” He stage whispered into his phone, “If I’m being honest, it wasn’t that good a Quirk anyway, it was a hassle to learn how to control it even a little, and don’t get me started on how much work it was to use it in a fight.” He was telling the truth, training and learning how to control his power was equal parts nightmare and nearly impossible task, he didn’t say how rewarding it was to finally master it, how exhilarating it was to use it freely for the first time, that would negate his point, “Honestly all the physical training I did probably helped me more in that fight then my Quirk did.”

“B-but,” She stuttered again, sounding unconvinced, “But w-without it y-you…”

“I can still help people!” He reasoned simply, shrugging again out of habit, “With all my training and qualifications, I could probably be a police officer!” A weak smile stretched on his face, “They save people too you know, a lot of people!” He forced a chuckle, trying to grin to make it sound more natural, “I mean, yeah maybe not a million people but,” His grin thinned with each word he said, “Y’know I still can…though I probably wouldn’t be able to call myself Lemillion anymore,” He swallowed the sudden lump in his throat, not noticing that Eri hasn’t said anything since he started, “But officer Toogata! That sounds pretty cool right!?”

“You still can.”

Her sudden words wiped the smile off his face, “What did you say Eri-chan?”

“You can still call yourself Lemillion,” She said, resolutely, confidently, “Nothing will change that.”

He felt his eyes water, “E-Eri-chan…”

“You’ll always be Lemillion to me.”

He puts a hand to his mouth, biting his lower lip to keep from doing something that Eri might hear, tears falling freely from his face as he stood stock still, unable to move at her words, nothing coming to mind to answer what she just said. Two months of self-pity, of anger at not being quick enough, of thinking that everything he did for over a decade was wasted in one small moment of lapsed focus, hearing that little girl put that much faith in him was…almost too much.

“Mirio-san?” Came a worried voice, the confident edge it held just a moment before gone, “Mirio-san are you still there?” A worried whine escaped her, “I’m sorry if that was-“

“Thank you Eri-chan,” He managed thickly, sniffing and rubbing his eyes while a soft smile lit up his face, “I mean it; I really needed to hear that.” Wiping his face and clearing his throat he couldn’t keep from laughing, “Look at me,” He chuckles in earnest, still trying to keep it done so his dad wouldn’t wake up, “Shouldn’t I be comforting you in this here?” He falls back on his bed, lying on his mattress with his legs hanging off the ledge and touching the floor, “This is totally backwards.”

“No! No!” She quickly reassured through the phone, the sound of someone shuffling around coming back, “No you are! You are Mirio-san!” She was silent for a moment before she sniffed a bit and giggled, “But y-yeah, I guess this didn’t exactly go like I thought it would?”

Mirio raised an eyebrow with a tired smirk, yawning away from the phone before putting it back to his ear, “How did you think this would go?”

Silence for a moment, before a tired sigh sounded, “…I don’t know…my head was just so…noisy and I just…acted on instinct and called your number.”

Hearing that caused a thought to occur in Mirio’s head, making him raise another eyebrow, “Wait, now that I think about…why didn’t you talk with Midoriya? Or um…” He snapped his fingers trying to remember the one that stuck to Izuku’s side whenever they were in UA, smiling when he remembered, “Or Uraraka-san! They’re the ones taking care of you aren’t they?”

“I…” She sounded sad again for an instant before she sighed, “I didn’t want to bother them again over t-the same n-nightmare for three days straight…they’ve done so much for me and I don’t…you know…”

He mulled this over for a moment before his smile turned a bit sad, thinking of his tired father Sir Nighteye, both working themselves to the bone to help him these past few months, and how guilty he felt when his father turned in early today, “Yeah, I know.” He sighed and rubbed his eyes roughly, trying to keep awake, “And I also know that no one at that school thinks of you as a burden, especially not those two,” He smiled more widely, “So you shouldn’t feel bad about asking them for help…they’ll gladly give it, no matter what.”

“…Okay.”

“But still,” He stretched and sat up a bit to lean again on his head post, “So long as you want to talk to someone, you might as well keep talking to me, right?”

She giggled again, “Only if it’s okay with you Mirio-san…you don’t have anything planned tomorrow?”

“Nothing too big,” A white lie, he did have something, but he didn’t need to be wide awake for it, “Don’t worry about it Eri-chan, what do you want to talk about.”

There was a long pause, as if she had no plans past this point, which wouldn’t be too surprise everything considered, before she mumbled, “Um…anything?” She cleared her throat, “Maybe just…tell me about your day? Until I fall asleep?” Another short pause, “Please?”

He laughed, “Until you fall asleep? Am I that boring?” A series of muffled giggled barreled through the phone, making him grin, “Okay, but if my dad grounds me you are duty bound to come visit me, deal?”

“Deal!”

“Alright, today was kinda boring…but a few weeks ago, me and my friend Tamaki went to this new Greek restaurant that opened next to his house and the weirdest thing happened.”

“What? What happened?”

“Well, you know what moussaka is?”

“Um…no?”

“You should try it! It’s really good! But you wouldn’t believe what happened when my buddy took just one bite of it…”

Whatever made Izuku Midoriya wake up in the middle of the night in need of a glass of water, he wanted to punch it.

Dragging his feet down the hallway towards the elevator was a trial, more than once he felt gravity begin to overpower his legs and almost fell flat on his face, his hands flying to catch the nearby wall just in time to keep him upright.

Rubbing his face to wipe away some of the exhaustion from his face as he entered the elevator and pressed the button for the bottom floor, the thought occurred to him that he woke up almost on instinct, which made sense, since he had been woken up by Eri having an absolutely horrible nightmare two nights in a row, and chances are his body woke him up almost as an early warning to get him ready to race to her bedroom quicker.

But it seemed needless, as when he woke up no terrified screams followed, and no sense of dread filled his stomach a few seconds later either, so he settled for going down to the common room to pour himself a glass of water, and then go back up again to check up on Eri, with a second glass for her of course, once he was a bit more awake to make sure she was fine before going back to sleep.

Exiting the elevator and making a beeline for the kitchen, Izuku’s tired eyes didn’t catch the horned lump on the couch clutching a phone until he left the kitchen, making him nearly drop the glass from the heart attack he got.

Clamping a hand over his mouth to stop the mild scream that escaped him, he stood stock still as he watched her, seeing her remain unresponsive to his presence convinced him that she was fast asleep, and tip toeing closer confirmed it, seeing her chest steadily rise and fall with her soft breathing, Izuku smiled putting the glass of water on the table next to the couch before making to take the phone from her grip and carry her back to her bed, deciding to ask her about it in the morning after she had some rest.

When his hand was just about to grab the phone, the sound of a snore came from the other side, giving Izuku pause, “Who did you call Eri-chan?” He whispered as she continued to sleep, deaf to the world around her, he took the phone out of her limp grip, the hand she was holding it with curling up to her side, and Izuku put the phone to his ear and took a few steps away to whisper into it, “...Hello? Who is it?”

A few garbled sounds came from the other side, the sounds of someone rushing to wake up, “O-oh man Eri-chan s-“ A yawn, “Sorry about that I didn’t mean to fall asleep…”

Izuku recognized the voice after a moment, “Toogata-senpai?”

Confused silence followed before more tired noises came, “M-Midoriya? That you?” Another yawn, “Wow…jeez what time is it?”

Midoriya looked up to the clock on the wall, cringing a little at the display, “Right about 2:30 AM senpai.”

“Yikes,” He could hear him rubbing his face through the phone, “If my dad was up I would be picking out a coffin right about now…” He sighed and continued, “Anyway, is Eri-chan okay?”

Izuku looked back at her, watching her curl up on the couch a bit deeper than before, the sight making him smile warmly at her, “Yeah,” He crouched down to be at her level, brush some of the hair out of her eyes, “Sound asleep…”

A chuckle leaned on his ear, “Easy there Midoriya, you’re too young to sound like a dad,” The boy blushed as his senior continued to laugh at him quietly through the phone, unable to bite back before Mirio yawned again, “But speaking of sleep…I should probably get back to it.”

“H-hold on Toogata-senpai,” Izuku got up again and took a few steps away from the sleeping girl while keeping his eyes on her, “Why were you talking to Eri on the phone?”

A tired sigh trickled out of the phone, “She called me Midoriya…she had a nightmare,” The boy’s eyes widen as he looked at Eri, only now just noticing the slightly blotchy red on her cheeks, “I’m guessing you know which nightmare I’m talking about.”

“About Chisaki,” Izuku muttered through his teeth, voice a mix of anger and sympathy, “This the third night in a row…” He rubbed his eyes, more tired than he was when he woke up earlier, “Why didn’t she come to me? Or Uraraka-san?”

“She didn’t come to you two because it’s the third time in a row,” Mirio sounded down right exhausted, “She didn’t want to bother you guys again, didn’t want to feel like a burden.”

“But she isn’t a-“

“But that’s how she feels,” Mirio stressed, his voice thick and stern, “And nothing will change that mindset for a good long while unless you keep telling her otherwise,” He paused, “Heck, even then it might stick,” His voice grew sharp, “That Bird Faced asshole spent god knows how long making her think she’s worthless, that’s our-“ He paused again, his voice wavering for a moment, “That’s your job to make sure that changes.”

Izuku gulped, not knowing what to say, “Toogata-senpai…”

“Because she didn’t want to bother you two…she called me, probably only because I gave her my number a while back,” He sighed, “And we just…talked, about her nightmare, about how she’s feeling, about how I’m feeling…and it seemed to make her feel at least a little better.”

Izuku looked again at Eri, seeing her smile lightly in her sleep, “It looks like it from where I’m standing.”

He chuckled, “Thanks, and after that she made me promise to keep talking to her until she fell asleep,” A nervous laugh came next, “And as you can see we both ended up taking a nap.”

Izuku laughed softly himself, “Yeah looks like it,” His smile feel slightly as something came to mind, “…How are you feeling senpai?”

There was a very long pause on the other side, followed by a rather empty sigh, “As well as you would expect, I guess.”

Izuku slapped his forehead, face twisting in apology, “Sorry, dumb question.”

“It’s okay Midoriya.”

“And look at me!” His voice turned a bit high pitched, “I should be letting you go back to sleep! Sleep is important after all so you can’t skip on it since at our age sleeping is necessary for proper growth and-“

“Midoriya you’re creeping me out.”

“Sorry!” He took a deep breath to calm his sudden nerves, “Sorry about that I just…I really need to get back to sleep myself, I really shouldn’t be keeping you up either.”

Another calm yawn was his answer, “Really, don’t worry about it, I don’t really have anything to do tomorrow until the afternoon,” Sounds of his stretching came through the phone, “When I meet Shiretoko-san.”

Izuku’s eyes widened, “Oh? So you’re actually going to take Nighteye-san’s advice?”

Another pause, “Yeah, meeting another hero who,” He stopped for a heavy second, “Also lost her quirk might help me…make sense of it, make me feel a little less alone in this.”

“You’re not alone senpai,” Was Izuku’s immediate response, “You know that you just need to call and anyone in UA would be right there to-“

“Relax Midoriya,” He stated casually, “You really don’t have to worry about me,” His voice gain an edge of confidence, “So long as even a single little girl is cheering him on, the mighty Lemillion can never lose!” A soft laugh rose up from the phone, making Izuku grin without noticing, after a second Mirio let out one last chuckle, “Good night Midoriya, tell Eri-chan I said the same to her.”

“Good night Toogata-senpai.” Midoriya hung up, putting the phone back in its place and crouched down again to be at Eri’s level, only this time he hesitated a bit, his hands hovering over her for a minute before he dropped one to his side and used another to shake her slightly, “Eri-chan…Eri-chan wake up…”

Slowly she opened her eyes, blinking vaguely in his general direction for a few seconds before her face stretched into a smile, “Hey Papa…” A blush burned his face right as she called him that, he still wasn’t used to the fairly recent habit of her calling him “Papa”, and her calling Ochako “Mama” only made it worse, but he was glad she only did that when she was really tired, like she was now, “Is it time to wake up?”

He smiled and shook his head, “No Eri-chan, I just wanted to check up on you,” He was quiet for a second, reaching out to brush some hair out of her face, smiling softly, “Did you have another nightmare?”

Her face twisted tiredly for a moment before she sighed and made to bury her face in the couch cushion, “Yeah Papa…a real bad one again…” She looked at him oddly, “How’d you know?”

He gestured with his head to the phone, “Talked with Toogata-senpai, he told me you talked with him, right?”

She nodded, looking away.

He didn’t talk for a moment, “He also said you talked with him instead of me or Uraraka-san because you thought you would bother us,” He saw her burying her face deeper in the cushion, reaching out with one hand to pet her head, “And that’s not true, no one here is bothered by you, or thinks you’re a burden,” He kept petting her until she turned slightly to look at him with one eye, “Everyone here loves you Eri-chan, and no matter what, if you need anything, all you need to do is ask any one of us, and we’ll do our best.”

She was quiet before she sniffed softly, followed by a yawn, “Promise?”

His smile turned into a grin, “Promise.” He let out a breath, “Alright, it’s getting pretty late, so you and I both need to get back to bed.” He noticed her worrying her fingers, smiling, “Need anything before we do Eri-chan?”

“No,” Was the instant response before she shook her head, “Well, I mean yeah I…” She took a deep breath before she sat up on the couch and looked down at her feet, “Can I…sleep with you again tonight Papa?”

His grin doubled, “Of course you can Eri-chan, you can sleep with me for as long as you need,” He gave her a thumbs up, “That’s a promise.”

She giggled before yawning again, wrapping her arms around Izuku’s neck as he picked her up and began walking towards the elevator, feeling extra sleepy by the time he had pressed the button for their floor, and sound asleep by the time the doors closed.

Her sleep was blank and dreamless, at least for tonight. And whenever the next nightmare comes to creep at her mind, she rested a bit easier knowing that two heroes stood at the ready to face it.

She put her head to her pillow with much more calm, knowing that Lemillion and Deku were ready to help her, and all she would need to do is ask.

#my hero academia #Eri (bnha)#mirio togata #midoriya izuku #stuff rex wrote #nightmares #I know I said it would be about Eri and Mirio but I couldn't leave Deku out of it :X #Hope you all enjoy!

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