#I ALSO GOT TO SNEAK IN JUST A TINY BIT OF HURT/COMFORT SO HELL YEAH

[brokebonewritings]

Eddie Munson y/n one shot smut … but w/ my name ofc 😈

Crying yes, anything for you bestie!! Also this is somewhat self indulgent cause this scenario was in my dream two weeks ago. Just… with Oscar Issac…

Enjoy!

God Only Knows

Warnings/Tags: 18+, Smut, Ask request

Word Count: 2.4K

Requested by: @kaidalorian

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You had been late to come home before, but never this late. The rustling noises you were making on the side of your family’s short little trailer could have woken a whole neighborhood. Luckily your mom was a heavy sleeper, which made sneaking back in very easy.

The noise however caught the ear of another person sneaking in late. Though his Uncle may not consider it sneaking in, since he allowed him to come home later.

Curious of the added noise in the neighborhood, Eddie started walking in the direction of the noise. Once he saw the commotion happening in front of him he decided to speak.

“What are you doing out here so late?” He spoke softly, trying not to startle you. Obviously failing once you screamed and turned around.

“Shh! You scared me half to death!” You whispered. This made Eddie chuckle lightly.

“Seems to me I am being more quiet out of the two of us.” He looked at the boxes you were setting up to climb through the window. “Are you sure that’s stable enough?”

“One can only hope this will hold me up to get through the window…” You turned to him and smiled. “Sorry I snapped at you, you just made me jump.”

“Nothing to worry about, just wanted to make sure you were okay.” He smiled.

“Well that was very kind of you.” After nodding at him, you turned back to the box project that was happening in front of you.

He stood there for a moment. Not really sure if he should help or offer another solution. So that’s what he decides to do.

“That doesn’t seem entirely safe… Do you maybe want to spend the night at my place?” He stutters a bit but it finally comes out. You take a moment to think about the pros and cons of climbing through the window.

“Yeah you’re probably right, I’ll go with you.” To Eddie this reply was the best thing he has gotten all night. He was a little intoxicated, yes, but he knew he had to protect you from accidentally hurting themselves.

Picking up your bag, you turn and follow Eddie back to his trailer. It was a rundown little park but the mobile homes were cozy enough to call home.

Once you both made it back to his home, you quietly stepped in being careful not to wake his Uncle up and sneak into his room.

You knew Eddie for a long time, since Kindergarten, and he is a good person to confide in. You were more on the acquaintance side of things but when the two of you got together it was a really good time.

Eddie shut the door behind you and walked over to his cassette player.

“What are we feeling? Bowie? Van Halen? Metallica?”

You take a seat on his bed and look up at him. You take a moment to think about the choices presented.

“I’m feeling Bowie tonight, they were playing him at the party I was at.” You reply. He only offered what he knew you liked. He was thoughtful like that.

He slipped the cassette tape into the player and turned up the volume. For the next two hour, the both of you laughed and talked about things from your childhood. It was nice to reminisce.

Once you were tired and ready to go to sleep, Eddie set up a spot on his floor for you to sleep on. It wasn’t the most comfortable option but it would have to do for the 3 hours of sleep you would get.

The music was still playing when you woke up from their small nap. It wasn’t loud but it seemed like it was playing on a loop. And holy hell was it freezing.

Sure the covers did warm everything up a tiny bit, but not cozy like your own blankets. Then an innocent thought popped into your head.

Sitting up you looked over at Eddie who seemed to be sleeping peacefully. Slowly your stood and climbed into bed with him. You got comfortable for a few moments and then realized something was off. Seriously off.

It felt almost bare. You lifted the covers just enough to see that Eddie was in fact sleeping without any pants on. Your face began to turn red as you turned over not to look at him.

That’s when you felt two arms come around you and pull you closer to the body next to you.

“What are you doing in my bed?” You heard him say.

“I-It got cold on the floor”

“And you thought it would be a good idea to come into an innocent High Schooler’s bed?”

You wiggled out of his arms and turned over.

“Eddie we are the exact same age so don’t start with that crap” This made him laugh, and in return made you laugh.

Once the laughing stopped, you both stared at each other. And just for a brief moment all you both could hear was David Bowie serenading the moment like some cupid with it’s arrows.

‘God only knows what I’d be without you’

It was a bit awkward, but there was more tension than anything.

“So you know… you’re the first person who has been in my bed.” He said lowly

“Is that so? But have you been with other people?” You asked, just out of curiosity.

He thought for a minute, and when he saw your face fall he smiled.

“Of course not, You think someone like me can score a goal like that?”

“I think you could, but that’s only up to you to do.” You look into Eddie’s eyes almost to give him the hint of want.

He definitely caught onto what you were saying. Almost in an instant, You were pulled in as Eddie crashed both of your lips together. To say you were startled would be an understatement, however you had wanted this for so long that you didn't worry about the sudden movement from Eddie.

It felt beautiful how he pressed against you. You had never felt such ecstasy before. The kiss was becoming deeper and more passionate. You could feel Eddie moving against them, grinding against your thigh.

You could hear his breath become more raspy as he grinds harder. 

“Fuck,” he gasped loudly. “Kai you’re so fucking hot, holy shit.”

This made you mewl loudly against him. You were too out of breath to come up with actual words. In the same moment, Eddie hoisted the both of you up so that You were now sitting on his lap.

“Eddie, please be gentle.” You whined in his ear. He ran his hands down your thigh before slapping it. Your scream made Eddie smirk. He loved hearing the sound of pleasure and surprise.

“You’re fucked. You made a big mistake sneaking into this bed, baby.” His aggression shocked you. Youhad never seen this side of him, and yet it was a huge turn on.

The loudness of both of you moaning amplified in the small room. There was no way that his Uncle was still asleep during all of this.

As you both got more aggressive with each other, Eddie grabbed the collar of your shirt and ripped it off. You were too invested in marking his neck than what he was doing to their clothes. 

Once you were stripped down to your underwear, Eddie threw you back on the bed.

“Flip over on your stomach. Ass up.” He demanded.

“Wh-what?” You didn't quite understand what was happening. This made Eddie lean very close to your ear to whisper.

“I said, Turn the fuck over and put your ass up in the air.” His demeanor from earlier has changed, but so has yours. You loved that this was a side of him you had never seen before.

After doing what he said, he began to graze his fingers along your back. This went on until he decided to play with the soaked panties you were wearing. 

"How are you this fucking wet already?" He questioned. You didn't have the answer for him though.

He began to rub against the wetness. You could feel his metal rings through the thin fabric. The closer to your clit he got, the louder you began to moan.

“Ugh fuck, your pussy is dripping for me.” He moaned loudly. “I bet you need to be cleaned out before I fuck your brains out.”

“Please, Eddie, Please.” You chanted over and over again. That is all he needed to move the fabric aside and delve his tongue in between your legs.

He worked his way to your clit, enjoying every inch and fold he could get his tongue into. You could hear him moaning through every slurp. It sounded absolutely obscene.

He edged you to the absolute limit. Each time, stopping and waiting a minute before diving right back in. The screams coming from you were breathtaking to Eddie. He loved knowing he was the cause of all this undoing.

He pulled back after the 3rd time of edging you. Sticking two fingers into you, he began to feel and stretch and scissor you. This made you moan louder than before, giving him the cue that you were ready.

Eddie pulled down the edge of your panties. The sight before him made him tear up a bit.

“You have the prettiest pussy I have ever seen in my life.” He whistled. “Too bad I'm about to ruin you.”

With that, he grabbed your waist and began to push himself into you. It stung a bit, but he was moving slow enough to make sure you were getting used to his large cock.

“I feel like you’re gonna tear me in half, Eddie.” Your comment made him stop dead in his tracks. Resulting in a loud grunt from you as well.

“Am I hurting you?” He looked concerned. “We can stop if I’m being too rough.”

“Mm, No please keep going.” You moaned. “You’re just so big and I need to adjust.”

Eddie needed that reassurance. Once he got it, he began to push the rest of himself into your tight entrance. This earned a moan from both you and him. You could feel his balls pressed up against your clit and god did it feel so good.

He gave you a moment to adjust to his size before pulling back out and thrusting into you. You had no idea why but the position you were in made you feel so full.

“Fuck Sweetheart.” He moaned loudly. “Your pussy is so fucking tight.”

His hands wrapped around your waist as he picked up his pace. Your moans began filling the room once again. After this the whole trailer park would know that Eddie Munson had been the luckiest man in the world.

“Eddie, Eddie, I’m so close.” You screamed. His pace was brutal against your clit. It felt so good, the way his balls slapped against you. 

“No. You’re not allowed.” He demanded. This made you whine. He was denying you the one thing you wanted most at the moment.

“Please, please, please. Let me, Eddie, please” You were practically crying.

“I said no.” He stopped mid thrust. His hand trailing up to your throat and brought you closer to him. “When I tell you no. I mean no. Do you understand?”

You whined which resulted in him tightening his grip around your neck.

“I said, ’Do you understand?’” He growled into your ear.

“Yes, Eddie, Yes I understand!” You cried

“Say ‘Yes Daddy.’” He smirked knowing you probably never would do it. And it did shock you at first since it was like him to be this aggressive. What the hell.

“Yes Daddy, I understand.” You mewled. You knew this would really get him going. Boy were you so right.

He lets go of your neck and pulls out of you fully. This made you whine from the sudden emptiness. However, he made one swift movement and you were laying on your back looking up at him.

“Hi..” You say shyly.

“Hi baby.” He smiles down at you and cups your cheek. He leans down and kisses you sweetly. This is what true passion felt like. His hand caressed your cheek then trailed its way back to your neck.

You loved the way his hand felt there. The coldness of his rings and the grip around your neck. It made you more wet than before.

“Alright enough of the softness.” He moaned as he pushed himself back inside of you. You both groan loudly as he picks up from where you last left off.

The both of you were grunting and moaning. It sounded like one of those pornos he made you watch while hanging out. 

“My own personal pornstar is lying right in front of me. Isn’t that right, sweetheart?” He asked

“Yes Daddy. All for you.” You moaned loudly.

This drove Eddie to his limit. He grunted as he fucked you deeper and faster. You could tell he was about to come based on his cock was pulsating inside of you.

“Don’t pull out.” You said, not really thinking.

“What?! What did you just say?” He growled. “What the fuck did you just say?”

“Don’t. Pull. Out.” You scream. This really pushed him over the edge because in just a few short moments you both were driven to your climax.

He chanted your name as he began to come. In return you were also chanting his. You could feel him still inside of you cumming once you had finished.

Once he was finished, he pulled out of you and laid by your side. Wrapping his arms around you, he brought you in closer. This certainly wasn’t on the agenda but it was a very nice surprise.

You don’t really remember falling asleep, but once you opened your eyes you could tell it was morning. When you sat up, you saw Eddie sitting across from you playing his guitar.

“Good Morning, Sleeping Beauty.” He said as he plucked at the strings. “How are you feeling?”

“My back hurts.” You stated. “But I feel good.”

He smiled as he set his guitar down. Getting up and walking back over to the bed, he sat down. You both stared at each other for a moment before breaking into the biggest smile. 

“We had been holding that sexual tension in for so long huh?” You asked.

“Longer than we probably realized.” He stated.

“I love you, Eddie Munson.”

“I love you too, Kai.”

#ask box #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson #eddie stranger things #stranger things imagine #stranger things #one shot #smut #fanfiction #fanfiction writer #fic request #my asks

[heartoferebor]

I’m having a déjà vu to five years ago 😂. Whumptober 2020 inspired me with the perfect prompt for this one, from Day 1: LET’S HANG OUT SOMETIME Waking Up Restrained | Shackled | Hanging. (I could have done such evil heartbreaking things with this prompt and 3x09, but to everybody’s surprise, I didn’t)

Series: Black Sails Characters: Charles Vane, Captain Flint Pairing: Vane/Flint Rating: E Length: 5,072 words Summary: Set at some point between S2 and 3 (I’m playing fast and loose with the timeline here). Flint gets injured and captured. Vane frees him. After he has recovered, they rain vengeance upon those responsible. Warnings: Graphic violence & brief graphic injury description. Imprisonment. A  sedative is used. Explicit & slightly violent (but consensual) banging at the end.

Seven days.

Seven days that feel like months. Seven days, bleeding into one another, until he barely knows where one ends and the other begins. Seven days, until the cramp in his shoulders has turned into searing agony, the ache in his ribs into an anvil that makes it hard to breathe, the wound in his leg into fever burning so brightly that it bathes the entire room in a haze of red. It is only interrupted by flickers of white, Miranda’s spectre coming to haunt him even now.

When the door to his cell is opened on the seventh day, it is all that Flint can do to raise his chin in an illusion of defiance, if only to convince himself that he will go this death proudly. He does not know how they will hang a man who can barely even stand. The fever has pulled a veil in front of his eyes, smudged the outlines of the form who is closing in on him. The light of the torch is painfully bright. The form comes closer, until its face resolves into a shape that is far too reminiscent to be any of Colonel Johnson’s brutal guards.

“You,” Flint rasps, his voice brittle from the echo of the screams still stuck in his throat.

“Me,” the shape confirms. There is the jingle of keys and then the manacles holding up his arms over his head disappear. Dignity and defiance step back into the shadows as he falls forward, a shout wrangling its way through his lips as his body tries (and fails) to remember what it is like to move. A rough hand grabs him under the shoulder before he can fall completely.

“No time. The distraction will not last forever. We need to leave.”

#whumptober 2020 #no.1 #shackled #Black Sails #FlintVane #Flane #Captain Flint #Charles Vane #fic #imprisonment tw #graphic injury tw #sedative use #my fic #this post is safe but the link is not safe for work #it was meant to be a rly short thing #and then Ivana mentioned that I should definitely also write the 2nd bit #with the vengeance and the banging #and thus I did #I ALSO GOT TO SNEAK IN JUST A TINY BIT OF HURT/COMFORT SO HELL YEAH #otp: f*** you

[1987vampire]

A Good Something? | Judd Birch

Fandom: Big Mouth Word Count: 1.9k Warnings: a hurt racoon, the f slur, just a lot of cussing.  Request: None! A/N: This isn’t established Judd x reader, this is meeting him for the first time so if I write more fics for him, I have something I can refer y’all back to :) If y’all want to see more Judd, an ACTUAL judd x reader, I can give y’all that ALSO the reader has dyed hair in this - not blue - it’s not super important but there’s a line in here that references it.  Extra: 

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck,” your words were stressed as you slammed on the breaks. The rain made it hard to see; it wasn’t your fault that the animal had run into the middle of the road. You weren’t even going that fast, they should have been able to hear you.

You flung your door open harsher than you meant to, but you had to move quickly in case someone came speeding down the road, and you ended up bleeding out right next to whatever you had hit. The road was slick underneath your feet. You almost slipped and fell as you skidded to a stop in front of them. It was a racoon, a fat one at that, and it was staring up at you with big doe eyes. His leg was twisted, and he was letting out small grunts of pain.

“Oh, I’m sorry, little buddy,” You cried. “Can I pick you up? I’ll find somewhere to take care of you, I promise.” You hadn’t really expected an answer- it was an animal after all – but he nodded up at you, reaching his little paws out in hopes that you would help. You paused for a moment, taking in the situation and trying to figure out how to pick him up without hurting him.

You reached an arm under his butt and the other under his neck so you wouldn’t jostle his leg too much. He made little chirping sounds as you steadily walked over to your car, using your head as a shield so he wouldn’t get rain in his eyes. You let out a quiet stream of ‘I’m sorry’s as you did so. You made it into your car just in time to close the door as someone sped down, narrowly missing you as they went.

The little racoon shivered in the passenger seat, but you covered him in blankets and spare clothes you kept in the back, turning the heat in your car on high, trying to dry him and heat him up at the same time. He stared up at you thankfully as you put the car in gear, driving home even slower than before, never going over twenty-five-miles-an-hour.

Once you had reached your apartment, you had to sneak him in in hopes that your shitty landlord wouldn’t notice. He had a strict no animals policy, but this was a bit more important. Fortunately, you could sneak past his office by telling the raccoon to be quiet, since he seemed to be good at listening to directions somehow, and hiding him underneath the pile of clothes, passing him off as laundry.

Finally, inside the comforts of your apartment, you laid him down on the couch and set to researching what to do. After a few calls to a few vet offices and a lot of google searches, you were able to give him a makeshift cast and lay him in a way that would be best for his recovery. He was still talking in his little racoon language as you went. It really looked like he was trying to tell you something, but unfortunately, you were human and could not understand him.

That was until he held your hand in his little paws and pulled them to his neck. How had you not noticed the skinny collar he was wearing? His thick fur had almost completely covered it. Really, it wasn’t even a collar but a thick piece of cord with a circle nameplate in the middle.

You fiddled with it, reading the information attached. ‘Contact Judd. 555-4200’ was engraved onto it in someone’s personal handwriting instead of with a machine. “You know it’s illegal for someone to own a racoon around here, right,” you told him. The racoon made a noise of disapproval and fiddled with the collar again. “Do you want me to take it off?” He hissed in displeasure, making you stop abruptly. “Call him?” He nodded enthusiastically. “You’re a strange little guy, you know that, right?”

You pulled out your phone and dialed the number, tapping your foot against the floor anxiously. It took a few rings, and you were sure he wouldn’t pick up, when a deep voice answered the phone.

“Do you know what fucking time it is, right now?”

Your breath caught in your throat, and you turned towards the first clock you could find—three o’clock in the morning. “I- I’m sorry. I can call back in the morning if you want. I just have this racoon with me, and his ankle is twisted because I accidentally hit him, and he had your number on his neck, and I- I-“

“Racoon?” His voice cut you off, and you could tell that he was waking up at the information. “You hit one of my fucking racoons?”

“He ran out into the middle of the road when I was driving. It was raining, so I could barely see, and I couldn’t swerve to miss him because there was a car on one side of the road and trees on the other. I wrapped his leg, and he’s resting, but he wanted me to call you, so here we are.”

He let out a few grumbles, and my fingers instinctively rose to my face so I could bite at my nails. “Fucking hell. Why was he in the middle of the road?” It was a rhetorical question, but you had almost wanted to respond even though you didn’t have an answer. “Does he have any distinctive marks on him? A missing toe, clipped ear, maybe he has uneven stripes.” Your eyes fell on the racoon again. He looked pretty normal besides the leg.

Almost like he knew what you were talking about, the racoon pulled one of his hands up to his forehead. After you pushed some of his fur to the side, you knew what he was pointing at. “He’s showing me that he has a scar on his forehead - like he split his forehead or something.”

“Of course it’s fucking Gerard – the fat fuck.”

You frowned at the statement. “He’s not that fat.”

“I mean the sentence in the most loving hatred filled way I can mean it. He knows I don’t mean it. Can you give the phone to him?”

This was the weirdest fucking situation you had ever been in. “Oh yeah, I guess.” you placed the phone in the racoon’s hand, and he made a chirp as a hello. You could hear Judd’s voice lowly in the speaker as he talked to him, the racoon making noises of acknowledgement as he went. You could make out very little besides him asking if you were taking care of him and then berating him for being stupid. The racoon – well, Gerard – kept trying to talk to him, but Judd refused to let up, barely giving him a moment to speak even if he did understand him.

After a few minutes, Gerard pushed the phone towards me, and I took it back. “So, what do you want me to do with him. Like, I can take him to yours, since I guess he belongs to you, or-“

“Fuck off. What are you – the feds? Give me your address, I’m not letting you see my shit.”

“Well, usually people ask me on a date before seeing my place, but-“ the words had slipped from my mouth before I thought about what I was saying, and my eyes immediately widened with embarrassment. “Oh my god- I’m sorry-“

He laughed loudly and pulled the phone away from his ear. “Well, we can think about that after I get the fat fucking faggot in your house.”

Your arms crossed. “You better part of that community if you’re using their slurs, fuckface.”

“Wouldn’t you like to know,” he mused. “Give me your address. I’m getting in my car.”

After giving him the information, you hung up, itching at your arm as you stared at Gerard. “He isn’t very nice, huh,” you told him. He chirped and shook his head as if defending him. “Is he really mean or is it a front?” He chirped at the second part, and I smiled. “Well, he’ll be here soon.”

And soon it was. It only took him about ten minutes before you heard a loud knocking on your door, banging more like. You jumped from sitting beside Gerard to the door, peeking out into the dark hallway, the latch still connected. “Judd?”

On the other side of the door was a decently tall man with black and blue hair, his sides shaved til it was only stubble. He was clad in a gray hoodie and black jeans, gray converse on his feet. His face was set in a glare as he stared at you. “Who the fuck else would it be?”

You shut the door and unlatched it, opening it wider so he could come in. “You knock like my landlord.”

“Landlord?” He pushed into your apartment, his sights set on the racoon lounging on your cheap couch. “You don’t look old enough to have a landlord.”

You rolled your eyes. “I’m nineteen. This is my apartment.”

He glanced at you over his shoulder. “And you let some strange man in? Pretty stupid if you ask me.”

You frowned and pursed your lips. “I can kick you out- keep your racoon if you don’t start acting nice.”

“You could definitely try.” He picked up Gerard’s leg, inspecting it. “You did a good job with this. Almost as good as my work.”

“He was a good patient.”

Judd scoffed, sticking his hands underneath Gerard to pick him up just as you had earlier that night. “He was probably just basking in a pretty girl’s attention.”

Pretty? A smile was climbing onto your face. He was pretty, too, if he didn’t have such a sour attitude.

His eyes fell onto yours as he turned. “I like your hair by the way. The color suits you.” You ran your hand through your dyed hair, suddenly very conscious of how you looked. “You should try blue next time.” Gerard made a loud noise in his arms and reached out to you. Judd frowned down at him. “You had your fun, dumbass, but you’ve got to go home now. I’m sure the others are worried about you.”

“Others?”

Judd looked back at you. “Yeah, I was – uh – training a battalion of racoons to kill my younger brother.” He groaned quietly. “Now they’re good for catering and attacking intruders, but they refused to hurt him. Got a few scars because of it.”

You chuckled quietly and shook your head. “You sure are something, alright.”

His lips upturned the slightest bit into a tiny smile. “Is that a good something?”

“Sure, we can say that.”

You opened the door for him as he started taking strides towards it. He paused right past the entryway, something sitting on his tongue. “Try not to hit any more racoons, alright?”

Your fingers drummed along the door, and you laughed. “I’ll be sure to call you if I do. Just in case.”

He was already walking away when he responded. “You have my number.”

You hesitated on shutting the door right away, choosing to listen to him begin to berate the racoon as he walked down the hall, something along the lines of, ‘you make me come out in the middle of the night, scared shitless. You could have died, you fucking cunt.” He continued as he disappeared out of sight, but you didn’t even have the heart to ask him to cover the racoon as he left, preferring to just deal with your landlords berating the next day.

#judd birch #judd birch x reader #judd big mouth #judd big mouth x reader #big mouth #big mouth x reader

[ipuckwithhockey]

Tattooed Idiots- N. Patrick

a/n: I went months where I couldn’t even think about writing anything and now I’ve written two things this week? OK. I was also recently talking to a friend about tattoo placement and how they regretted putting one little tattoo in the middle of their arm because it doesn’t flow with how they want to do their sleeve... It made me think of Nolan’s boat tattoo.  

warnings: none? swearing

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“Nolan James Patrick. In the flesh. I have to say, I feel honored to be graced with your presence.”

You hadn’t seen Nolan in almost four years, but here he was standing on the deck of your mutual friend’s lake house. A post college graduation reunion of sorts was planned for this summer, and a group of your childhood friends was now gathered for a week on the lake.

When Nolan left Canada for Philadelphia you left the same town for college in New York. The two of you were close growing up, but it seemed like the older you got the further apart you grew. Neither of you really knew why, and maybe it was just the physical distance that pushed your texts and calls further apart.  In retrospect this doesn’t seem likely as you have only been an hour train ride apart for the last four years.

You didn’t spend much time at home in the summers as you worked jobs and internships in the city, and it just so happened that your visits home never lined up with his. Your secret crush on your friend eventually faded, but now that you’re looking at Nolan’s bare back you can’t help but notice that his shoulders are broader, and his arms are thicker than they were back when you were kids.

Both of you had grown a lot over the last few years. You weren’t the same shy teenage girl and he wasn’t the quiet hockey player that dreamt of making it to the NHL. Going to school in New York had pushed you out of your comfort zone and had given you a newfound sense of confidence. Introversion was always a source of common ground between the two of you, as most of your friends were more outgoing and even a bit rowdy at times. For the last week you had racked your brain of what you would say when you saw him again. Would you fall into your old habits and close relationship or would be met with someone you didn’t recognize?

“I’m the one who should feel honored, you’ve only been avoiding me for about four years.”

Nolan turns around to face you and for some reason there’s a tinge of hurt in his voice that only you can probably pick up on.

“You know what, you’re right. You are lucky.” You chose to ignore that feeling and your quick retort takes Nolan a bit by surprise. He wasn’t expecting you to be so bold. He can’t do anything but laugh and as the day goes on you fall back into your old friendship and adjust to each other’s new maturities.

Later that day the group decides to make its way from the deck down to the to dock for a swim.  As you strip off your shorts and tank top to reveal your bikini clad body, you begin to feel a bit of self-consciousness sneak up on you. That, and you feel a set of eyes on you. It’s not until later that day that you find out who those eyes belong to.

“You know, a picture would last longer” You look over from the chair you are sitting in to see a rosy cheeked Nolan sitting on top of a cooler.

“You’re probably right... always were the smart one.” As he says it, you see him wink through his round rimmed sunglasses. Did he seriously just wink at you? Is Nolan Patrick seriously trying to flirt with you or is it just the day drinking talking?

Throughout the day you and Nolan continue to tease and banter, and in any other situation you would have definitely considered this flirting. Either way, you were having a good time and a little flirting felt harmless.

Later that night you’re all back on the deck after dinner.

“I need another Claw; anybody want anything from the kitchen?” You ask as you move toward the sliding doors.

“Yeah, I’m gonna get another beer.” You barely even hear his mumbled voice, but he follows you into the kitchen and you leave your rambunctious group of friends behind you. The next few minutes are quiet as the two you move around the kitchen in silence. You’re throwing some trash away that has begun to litter the counters and finally turn to face the sink as you crack open your well-earned drink. You can once again feel Nolan’s eyes on you as he leans against the counter behind you.

“Since when are you into tattoos?” You practically choke on your drink. His deep voice is now closing in on you, and his hot breath is now hitting your neck as he steps up and leans in close behind you. His bare chest is just inches from your back that is only covered by a strap holding your bikini top to your body. And his hands. His fingers are lightly tracing the delicate tattoo that now inhabits your right side. His hands are cold from holding his beer and he’s touching you so close to your breast, goosebumps now litter your skin. If it weren’t for him stepping even closer into you, you probably would have forgotten to breathe. His body is now touching yours and your short frame in being toward over.  You can’t help but lean back into him. Taking in his warmth and his familiar scent. His breath still hot on your neck as he mumbles, “You gonna answer my question or are we just gonna stand here all night?”

You wouldn’t have had any problem doing just that, but you clear your throat and turn around to face him. He takes a slight step back, but you’re still close enough to lightly touch his his upper arm and whisper, “Well, I’ve kind of had a thing for them since this guy I used to know got a little boat tattooed on the middle of his arm.”

You look up at him and he has that sly smile on his face that you hate but secretly love.

“You know, I used to have a massive crush on this chick who used to talk about how much she hated that little boat tattoo. She always gave me shit for putting a ‘tiny boat in the middle of my arm.’ She said I’d regret it one day when I decided to get a sleeve. She was probably right, but then she left and stopped talking to me.”

You jokingly push him back a little to distance yourself, “I didn’t stop talking to you, you stopped talking to me. And you didn’t have a crush on me. I would have known. Hell, I’m the one who spent my entire life quite obviously pining over you!”

You’re not arguing, you’re still just joking, but the mood in the air is becoming more serious as the two of you come to realize what has just unfolded. Years of mutual but unknown pining between the two of you finally comes to the surface and you’re both still processing what that  means.

You look up at each other, and you can’t help but laugh. Nolan laughs too, and he shakes his head, “I’m an idiot. I had no clue you ever liked me like that. I guess I always figured you were way too smart to be into me. Guess you’re just not that smart.”

“Who says I still like you?” You say it as a joke but there’s a moment when it dawns on Nolan that you probably don’t still like him.

“Nols, I’m joking. I definitely thought I was over you, but as soon as I saw you today I knew I was still fucked. You were right, I’m really not that smart.”

Your feet are moving you back into him and you’re met chest to chest again. Your hands hesitate but eventually reach up to his hair that he has let grow out, and his eyes close as he feels your fingers lightly tug on the wisps that fall at his neck. You’re still looking up at him, admiring just how beautiful he is just as your foreheads touch. They’re resting gently against each other and his arms have wrapped around your body to pull you close. You think maybe he’ll pull away, but you feel his hand take your cheek and then you’re kissing. Nolan can’t put how good your lips feel on his into words. Mind blowing may be the closest thing to accurate.

You kiss gently and his tenderness warms your heart but feeling his bare chest against yours and his arm wrapping around your waste, you can’t help but deepen the kiss. Soon the innocence is gone and you’re desperately holding onto each other. You bite at his lip and he can’t help but moan into you. Years of pining, years of tension, are finally being relieved.

Nolan pushes you back and traps you between him and the cold kitchen island. His lips dance over your neck and you gladly adjust to give him better access. You would have let him take you right there in the middle of the kitchen if you hadn’t been interrupted by an eruption of applause.

“Finally! God Damn!”

“We’ve only been waiting our entire lives for you two to get together.”

Remarks of relief and approval come from your group of friends who are now gathered at the back door. You bury your head into Nolan’s chest and you can’t help but laugh as you realize you really are the two most clueless idiots in the world.

“We really are idiots.” You look up at him and he looks back at you, smiling,

“Yeah, but you’re my idiot.”

#nolan patrick #nolan patrick imagine #hockey fanfic #hockey fic #nhl fic #flyers #Philadelphia Flyers

[theshiningg]

the boy who was conceited

part one to “the boy who learned how to love”

hogwarts au

angsty ooh

draco x slytherin!reader

warnings: depressed reader, tiny bit of pain, too much crying lol

word count: 2.7k

it was a cold and snowy winter. finishing up your finals before winter break starts was extremely difficult, with the added on stress from your parents and their feud with the malfoys. to clear your mind, you decide to go to the astronomy tower. you trudge up the stairs leading to the astronomy tower, heaving out cold breaths of air. your parents had sent you a howler at dinner, releasing their wrath about your on the edge outstanding. you quickly ripped up the howler, not wanting to hear the rest. your thoughts get interrupted as you see a silhouette of a boy. he glances over at you, face transforming from sadness into a grimace.

“what are you doing here, l/n.” he spits out, angry about your interruption. “well the tower is the schools, public. or did daddy buy it for you?” you spit out back. he scoffs and speaks again. “shut up.”

the both of you lean up against the railing of the tower, basking in the peace and silence. draco breaks the quiet, “pretty funny howler you got at dinner tonight, l/n.” you close your eyes and barely let out, “yeah, i guess.” he glances over at your stone expression. you let out a sigh, “i get one everyday. they tell me how big of a disappointment i am. sometimes i just want to walk into the lake and never come out.” his eyes open wide as he stares at you, “l/n-“ before he could speak, you interrupt him with a straight face. “it’s fine. just a joke. don’t worry about it.” you walk towards the stairs, “thanks for letting me stay here, malfoy.” he opens his mouth to speak but you were already halfway down the stairs.

the next morning, draco stared at you as you walked into breakfast, ten minutes before it ended. even as you sat down, you took one piece of toast, ate it and then left to god knows where. when it came to classes, you were the last one to arrive but the first to leave. to be honest, most of the time, you stayed at hagrid’s hut or walked the halls talking to random paintings.

one night, you walked around endlessly, disregarding the time and the curfew you had. as you turn the corner of the empty hall, you bump into someone’s chest. and that someone to be exact was cedric diggory.

“l/n? don’t you have rounds tomorrow?” he asks while looking down at you. you shake out of your daze, “i do. i accidentally stayed after curfew.” he softly laughs at you. “come on, i’ll walk you back.” you nod, softly smiling. the both you walk the cold halls, leaving you shivering in just your robe. cedric takes off his scarf and raps it around your neck. you open your mouth to reject it but he grabs your hand and the both of you walk to the dungeons in silence. reaching the dungeons, you get met by the smirking face of draco malfoy, “eager to get places, diggory and,” he leans over to look behind cedric, “l/n?”

“calm down malfoy,” cedric begins, “she just went to madam pomfrey.” draco’s eyes turn to look you up and down, “you’re not hurt. are you l/n?” you shake your head, “i’m fine.” turning to cedric, you thank him before walking into the common room, leaving the two boys.

after camping out in the common room for thirty minutes, you decide to sneak out again. exiting the room, you look around the corner to see if cedric or draco still lingered around. luckily, there was no sight of them.

you sneak up into the astronomy tower with nothing but your dress shirt and skirt on. you breath unveils itself in the chilled air. you stare out into the lake before finally breaking down. your cries become more desperate as you long for someone to tell you it’s okay and they echo off the hollow walls.

little did you know, draco was listening to everything. he hid behind the stair wall and listened to your distressed wails. your cries subsided after a good hour. wiping your tears, you walk down the stairs and back to your dorm, not noticing the blonde boy staring at you sympathetically from afar.

you walk into the great hall for breakfast looking like you haven’t slept in days. draco turns his attention towards you as you sit down and stare at the food emptily. your friends put food on your plate but you just give them a small smile and walk out. draco gets pissed off by your depressed behavior and runs after you. he grabs your wrist and pulls you back harshly, bumping into his chest.

“what the hell, malfoy!” you yell, surprised. “what do you mean, l/n! i know you haven’t slept and eaten is days!” he yells back.

“why do you care all of a sudden? you never did before but what made you change your mind?” you ask, desperately wanting an answer. he stutters, “i-i don’t know. i just feel worried about you.” you push his wrist away from yours and take a few steps away before turning around to look at the boy, “you don’t have to feel worried, i’m fine.” you begin to walk away once more when he pulls you back again, “y/n, what’s wrong?”

“i don’t know. i just cry and feel sad.” he looks at you sympathetically. you then whisper your next sentence, “my parents are pressuring me to become one of them. and honestly, it looks like i have no choice.” he pulls you into his chest and wraps his arms around you. hesitantly, you wrap your arms around his waist and breathe in his musk. “i’m scared.” you push away from his chest, fix yourself up and give him a sad smile before finally walking away.

the next week was the week of the yule ball and for most of the week, you stayed isolated with occasional small talk. you would also avoid draco at all costs besides the fact that you would see him at malfoy manner for meetings. sitting by the lake, covered in all your winter gear, you read a book before getting interrupted by a cough. you look up to see cedric, giving him a small smile, you turn back to your book.

“uh, y/n.” he pauses as you look back up, “will you be my date to the yule ball?” you push your hair behind your ears and open your mouth to speak, “uhm, okay.” you answer, feeling bad if you reject the school’s golden boy. a little smile spreads across your face, not because cedric diggory asked you but that someone did. he kisses you on the cheek, “great, see you friday night.” after he leaves, the small smile on your face increases from a grin into a wide smile.

“what’s with the grin, l/n?” draco asks while smirking. your face transforms back into a small smile, you slowly speak to him as you look into his eyes. “cedric asked me to the ball.” his smirk falters and turns into a grimace. “really?” he questions, a little too angrily to be comfortable. “is something wrong?” you ask him. “no, it’s nothing.” he says before walking away in stomps.

for the remainder of the week, you hadn’t seen draco anywhere. it was thursday at dinner and you got sent a anonymous package. you look around the dinner table to find any pair of eyes staring at you, but you find none. not wanting to open the package just yet, you waited for dinner to end. as dinner progressed, your patience was running thin and you just left, running to your room. you enter your room, quickly lock the door and put the package on your bed. cautiously, you begin to open the packaging. to your surprise, you pulled out a black silk dress with a leg slit along with black heels. you find a note hidden away in the bottom of the box,

“y/n,

as difficult as life may be right now, you should enjoy the ball with cedric.

-your anonymous friend”

you think ‘who could’ve sent me this?’ shaking your head, you go to the library to finish up homework. on your way to the library, you see draco standing next to blaise and theodore. the both of you meet eyes but he gives you a not so friendly smile which makes you turn away and continue to the library.

finally, it was christmas eve and you had no classes for the day. awaking from your bed, you stare out through the dungeon window that showed little to no sunshine. it was a snowy day as the white snow appeared crisp but fluffy at the same time. exiting your room after getting ready, you feel a slight shiver but continue on your way. as the door to your common room closes, you see cedric waiting for you.

“hey.” he says as you look at him surprised, “did you wait long? i’m sorry, i woke up late today.” you worry. “it’s alright love, i barely just got here. come on, let’s go to breakfast. today, you’re gonna sit with me.” he replies, “but c-cedric, i don’t think i can.” you release a soft smile. “it’s alright, just here,” he pauses and takes his robe off, “put my robe on.” you comply and he helps you slide it on top of yours. the sleeves reached way past your hands and the robe down lower than your knees. you look up at him and he smiles while looking at you, “that’s actually adorable.”

you enter the great hall standing next to cedric but just as you’re about to sit next to him, draco pulls you out of the hall. “l/n! are you stupid? what would your parents think about you falling in love with a pathetic hufflepuff.” you scoff and pull your hand out of his, “they wouldn’t care because i’m not telling them.” you sternly reply, “looks like i’ll be the one telling them then.” he says as he runs away to the dungeons with you in pursuit. “draco! please! stop!” you yell desperately, trying to catch up to him. he runs his dorm room, locks the door and starts to write his note. “draco! draco! please!” you yell as you bang your fists on the door, “please.” tears cascade down your cheeks and in about five minutes, he comes back out after sending the letter with a smirk on his face. his smirk on his face decreases as he notices your red eyes and hurt expression. you walk down the stairs, defeatedly to give cedric his robe back and going to your dorm.

that night, your parents apparated to school. “y/n! what a disgrace.” your mother spit out, “and to think you were a l/n? you are to stay in your room this whole break only to come out at meal times. no library or hogsmeade which also means, no ball. especially with that blood traitor, diggory. i can’t believe we raised such a insolent child.” your father says as he and your mother disapparate away.

before going back to your dorm, you wait for cedric to show up. he finds you and has a worried expression on his face. “y/n, what’s wrong?” he asks. “i-i can’t go to the ball with you. please don’t ask why, just accept it for me. please.” you say as he responds, “i understand, y/n. whenever you’re ready, i’ll wait for you.”

finally walking back to the dorms, you enter your room. your eyes tear up as you look at the dress on your bed. you walk down the stairs to the common room to put daphne and pansy’s gifts under the tree when you get met by draco malfoy. you barely spare him a glance but before entering your room again, you speak, “tomorrow was the day i could finally let go of everything. the night i could just forget. but you had to take that away from me because of what,” tears fall once again, “cedric may be a blood traitor, but i would rather love him than someone who makes others miserable.”

the next day, you spent all day moping. pansy and daphne opened their gifts from you while you looked out through the window in your dorm. hugging your knees, you think to yourself before throwing on your shoes and running out of the common room and to the hufflepuff basement. you see a hufflepuff boy walk out from the common room and ask him if he could get cedric for you. he complies and cedric comes out. you take a deep breath, “wait for me tonight. by the stairs.” he widely smiles at you, “of course.” you smile back as he walks you back to your dorm room.

“why’d you change your mind all of a sudden?” he asks. “because i don’t care what my parents say, they can’t control my life.” you answer as you stand in front of the dorm. “so wait for me cedric.” he smiles, “i will.”

by the time it was the yule ball, pansy and daphne had already left for it so it was time for you to get ready. you did your hair nicely and out on some makeup before zipping up your dress, with a spell of course.

it was ten minutes before the ball began and you were rushing to get down to the hall. finally, you reached the stairs. other guys waited for their dates but turned their attention towards you as you took steps down the staircase, but the only person you were looking at was cedric. he looks up at you in awe and walks up the steps to accompany you down the stairs. you pay no attention to draco malfoy standing at the side and continue in arm to arm with cedric.

as the night progressed, you excused yourself from cedric to go to the bathroom. you walk down the empty hall before getting met by your parents again. you open your mouth in shock, “mum, dad.” they ignore you and speak, “didn’t we say no ball, y/n?” you shake your head, “how?” they interrupt you and grab your wrist, “doesn’t matter, but you’ll be coming with us tonight.”

you get apparated into malfoy manner. you look around the manor to see the faces of narcissa, lucius malfoy and bellatrix lestrange. “what am i doing here?” bellatrix smiles at you, “you’ll be getting your mark, dear.” you shake your no, quickly. “no. no, i can’t.” your father holds your arm down as bellatrix grabs her wand. “mum, please!” you yell out with tears blinding you. you let out a bloodcurdling scream as she begins to give you the mark.

laying on the floor of the manor, slow tears make their way down your face as you made no attempt to get up. the dark mark visible on your skin, your mother helps you stand up and apparates back to hogwarts with you. as you arrive back, you shake your arm out from her grip and run to the bathroom.

barely able to keep it in, you throw up into the toilet. you let out heavy breaths when you feel someone’s hand rubbing your back. you turn around and get met by the pale face of draco malfoy. you show him your arm, letting out small whimpers. he pulls you into his chest and whispers, “i know, i know,” as you mumble incoherent things into the vast air.

the both of you pull away from each other and you stare ahead as if you had no soul left in you. he wraps his coat around your body, letting his sleeves cover your ugly mark. he opens his mouth to speak but closes it in hesitation before opening it again, “y/n, i’m sorry. i was just,” he pauses, “jealous.” you slowly shift your eyes towards him, “i bought you the dress because i knew you needed one but, i thought you would leave cedric for me as soon as i confessed because i’m way better.” you squint your eyes at him and slightly open your lips to speak, “i hate you draco malfoy.” his eyes open in surprise. you stand up from the floor and walk through the door.

a/n: hi lol, my first harry potter post on this blog. thanks for enjoying it but also, i’m going to make this story into a two part series because i wanted to see if the first part was good. lol anyways, thanks.

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[elliewritessometimes]

hi! i have Returned™ with a prompt from the lovely @notsomightymightytiger that has been sat in my inbox for well over two months oops im sorry-

the prompts relate to a hospital au and a sick/injury fic and i hope this is okay!!! love you kiera <3

tw: hospitals, injury, sickness it's all fairly minor though there's nothing at all graphic but do be careful take care lovelies

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Eva Sanchez, in all her eleven year old glory, was more than used to hospitals. Sometimes, old people (in her mind, anyone over the age of 27) would be "so awfully sad" over the weeks she'd spent in a ward. But, to Eva, it was kind of normal. It wasn't exactly fun, but it was her life and she was fine with it.

Tonight, she couldn't sleep.

Earlier, this kid probably about Eva's age had come in, all bruised circles under eyes and rude words towards the nurses. Eva had listened over the gentle chatter of her own grandmother as the dark-haired girl had spoken in a voice filled with hurt to a tall couple who must have been her parents. If she strained her ears over the buzzing of a children's ward, she could hear the angry whispers between the adults and child, before this sour-mouthed, lonely patient had been left alone overnight, refusing comfort from Eva's favourite nurses. Eva felt like she should have been repulsed by this outwardly spiteful girl, but instead she was only curious, sneaking glances at her between curtains as though her eyes were magnetised to theirs.

She was pretty.

Eva liked their eyes.

For once, the ward was quiet. Eva's mother slept in a tiny put-up bed beside hers and once again her drowsy but not yet sleepy mind was focused on the angry patient from earlier. She wondered if their parents had come back or if she was still alone across the room.

Maybe she was a little delirious, or still suffering the after effects of her earlier treatment, but Eva found herself desperately struggling out from bed, pulling a blanket down with her and shuffling as quietly as possible across the ward to the other girl's bed. It was naughty and against all the rules, but Eva knew that if she wanted to sleep tonight, she had to know that the kid was okay.

She slipped past the curtain, trying to be as quiet as possible. Obviously, that didn't work.

"Hello."

Eva jumped, spinning around to see as her target leant up in bed, a hand steadying her head. "Hi, sorry, I- I just wanted to check- I mean, I don't even know you, but- I thought-"

She stopped rambling, taking a breath before beginning again. "I'm Eva."

"Kate." The girl - Kate - raised her eyebrows. "Who are you?"

"I'm on the ward too. I saw you arrive." Eva's feet were getting cold.

"Oh. You were watching me," said Kate, filterless.

"Yeah, your parents seemed kinda mad," Eva replied, also filterless. "I came over 'cause I was a bit worried."

"I'm fine."

Eva's heart dropped. She'd expected to feel a little more wanted. With a sigh, she turned to go back to bed. "Oh. Okay, then. Bye."

She tiptoed away, just closing Kate's curtain again when - "Wait! Eva, no, come back!" Kate's voice was a hushed shout. Eva spun around, narrowing her eyes until they continued. "I didn't mean go."

"Oh." Eva paused at the curtain, narrowing her eyes. Her head span a little, maybe from illness, maybe from the sudden change in attitude from Kate. "Okay."

"Sorry."

"Are you okay?"

Kate only nodded.

Still leaning a little on the curtain, Eva decided to change the subject, "Why were your parents so mean?"

Kate shrugged. "They got mad because I got a concussion. Apparently, it's my fault that this girl at gymnastics made me jump so I slipped and bashed my head in." They rubbed their head where they'd hit it, wincing a little before shaking it off to continue. "My brother says our parents just suck anyway. And he should know 'cause he's sixteen."

Eva nodded sagely; sixteen was almost an adult. She thought that she would know everything there was to know when she was sixteen.

"Anyway," Kate continued speaking. Apparently she was chatty once you got her going. Eva liked this about them - it was nice to not have to be the one doing all the talking. "Why are you here?"

"I'm sick." Eva didn't expand on it, overtaken with tiredness suddenly. "I'm here a lot."

Kate squinted suspiciously at her. "Oh. Fair enough." The squinting increased, enough so Eva could see the wheels turning in their head. Eva almost turned and left to prevent the inevitable questioning. Shockingly, it didn't come. Instead, Kate got slowly out of bed, padding across the floor to put a hand at Eva's elbow. "You're shaking."

Eva's brain short-circuited over Kate's acceptance and lack of inquiry. She opened her mouth to protest, before closing it again and taking a breath. She was, in fact, shivering. "You know when you've been awake for so long that every time you yawn, you start shaking?" She waited for Kate to nod. "That's me right now."

Kate smiled, slipping their hand into hers. "Come on." Together, they slowly made their way over to Kate's bed, slipping under the covers.

Eva yawned, prompting another roll of shivers, subconsciously tightening her grasp on Kate's hand as she did so. Trying not to put too much pressure on her sore head, Kate tilted their head towards the other girl. "This is weird."

"Yeah." Happily content that her worries from earlier were unfounded, Eva really wanted to go to sleep now. She fought to keep her eyes open, grinning when Kate giggled.

"You're so tired!" Kate obviously wasn't.

"Mhm."

"Don't go to sleep yet. You can't come over here, wake me up, get in my bed, and then go straight to sleep." She could hear them pout. "That's unfair." Eva hummed a vague response. "I'm gonna be here for all of tomorrow according to the doctor and you're here all the time, so tell me something that'll make it better."

Eva blinked open one eye. "Okay. Sure." She thought for a while. "I have these tiger toys called Giles and Corey. My tía got them for me when I first got sick to remind me to eat and drink enough." Closing her eye again, she gestured in the direction of her bed. "The ginger one is Giles, he reminds me to drink water in case I forget. The other one, the black one, is Corey-" She was cut off by a yawn.

Kate grinned sleepily. "That's so cool. I think you're cool."

"Thanks." Eva shoved her face deeper into the pillow to hide her smile. "You're cool too."

"What does Corey do?" Despite their head injury and earlier angry demeanor, Kate was surprisingly animated over these two cuddly toys. "Oooh! Does he have superpowers??? Can they fly?"

Eva laughed, "No... Corey just reminds me to eat my meals."

"Wow." Eva's yawn caught up to Kate. "You gotta show me them tomorrow." She closed her eyes along with Eva, still holding her hand under the duvet. "My parents are gonna see that I can have a concussion and still be fabulous."

"Hell yeah, you can." Shivering still, Eva shuffled closer. "We're gonna be the most fabulous friends ever."

#!!! #this has taken so so long to write im so glad its done i hope its okay #we are the tigers #kate dalton #eva sanchez #kateva #hospital tw #injury tw #illness tw #sickness tw #kiera (yay for gay)

[pearl-blue-musings]

Unforgettable pt. 4

HI FAM 

WOWOWOW SORRY THAT THIS UPDATE IS SO LATE I HAD A HARD TIME BRINGING THIS OUT IN THE WAY I WANTED.

Pairing: Dabi/Touya Todoroki x fem!reader x Hawks/Keigo Takami

Warnings: language, a hint of angst

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The night you returned from your secret adventure was filled with confusing emotions. Why did talking to that covered stranger, whom you now know as Dabi, come so naturally? Why was it so easy, despite the fact that he’s a villain? And why, God why did touching pinkies send a jolt through your body leaving you unable to forget what that felt like.

You wish you could forget how that felt but you can’t. Not because of your quirk, but because it made you feel safe, made you feel differently than with your interactions with anyone else. Including Hawks.

But then a new feeling was emerging. It wasn’t just a sense of freedom; it was a form of vindication. You did something without the hero commission or Hawks knowing and the emotion was indescribable. Maybe this was your way out, your means of escaping the overprotective clutches of the hero commission. Who cares that they adopted and took you in off the street? The pros and cons of this are relatively even so the thought of escape finally feels within reach. Not just for you, but for Keigo as well.

You and Dabi had continued to meet up once, sometimes twice a week at the same spot on the same bench. You two never disclosed too much information about your work lives but gave enough information that was allowable. Dabi would talk of successful missions and failed trysts, always going off about an unmentionable master plan and a newbie that was bothering him. You would talk of stressors, your eventual dreams, and sometimes you’d sprinkle in bits of your past.

It was weird how Dabi was so interested in knowing more about your childhood friends and your relationship with them. You didn’t mind though, because finally you were able to talk about these things with someone who didn’t experience it or try to put a cap or limit on your feelings. You truly began to confide in him.

So much so, that 5 weeks into your meetings you had allowed him to walk you home. He would drop you off a couple of blocks away, just in case anyone was nearby. Over the weeks, little bouts of affection between the two of you began to grow. Lengthened hugs, prolonged handshakes, lingering touches… Sometimes it reminded you of the closeness you have with Hawks, but something about these flittering touches seemed more intimate, more special.

You tried your best to calm the rush of emotions you would feel around him, chalking it up to be the feeling of harboring a secret and not getting caught. Yeah, that’s it. Tonight was one of your usual trips to the neighborhood grocery store that was sanctioned by the commission. They told you going out at night was better because less distractions and less of a chance to run into trouble that could lead to a potential overload. Bullshit, just what the hell were they really scared of?

As you’re walking back, noting the coolness in the air as you tug your scarf closer to you lips, you walk pass your secret meeting point. A hidden smirk comes to your face as you think of the number of times Dabi has met and left you at that spot.

That’s why it was weird for you to see someone in that exact spot right now.

Your curiosity got the best of you as you secure your bags closer to yourself. The overhead light is faded which makes it harder to see who is actually there. Your gut tells you to run and leave the person be, but a whisper changes your mind.

“(Y/n)…”

You gasp, almost dropping your bags as you approach the shadow.

“Dabi?”

Sneaking him into your apartment had your adrenaline pumping. You were bringing someone who wasn’t a hero into your home! A home secured by the hero commission and watched like a hawk. You trod along carefully, being aware of the blood coming from his stomach and legs and trying not to have any fall on the carpet. If anyone saw the bloodstains leading up to your door, they’d know something was up. Even now, his face is covered almost as if he was planning on coming to see you. Sure you two had talked about it, but even you knew how risky that was.

You hear him hiss beside you as you close the door to your apartment. You pull him closer to you as you take off his and your shoes. Once that’s done, you hurry him to the bathroom and sit him on the closed toilet.

“Okay, let me get a good look at you.”

Once you take him in, it takes all you have to not cry out. Despite the knowing charred skin, there’s blood coming from the middle of his shirt and some from his leg. Your eyes reach his face and you see there’s traces of blood as well. “Don’t look at me like that.”

“Like what,” you mutter. You try you best to avoid his gaze but that doesn’t matter because his eyes are everywhere except yours.

“With pity. Like you’re sad for me.”

You reach for the first aid kit from your medicine cabinet and grab a towel. “But I am sad Dabi. Careful this may sting a bit.”

“That’ll be nothing. I’m used to pain.”

He notices you flinch when he says his truth. Since most of his body is burned and not compatible with his quirk, a little sting from alcohol won’t hurt him. He also takes note of the care you give him, not even wincing upon seeing his leg. You keep working up his body and you shyly ask him to take off his shirt so she can attend to the wound there.

His rough and warm calloused hand stops you. “Don’t.”

“Dabi, I have to in order to treat the wound. Please, just let me.”

His grip loosens and he mumbles out, “just don’t regret seeing me.”

You sigh deeply and start to remove his bloody and tattered shirt. Once it’s over his black locks, you can’t help the tiny squeak that leaves your lips. Scarred, charred, and stapled skin greets you. It’s gruesome, it’s painful, but it’s mostly saddening. To know that he deals with this every day hurts you more than you thought it would.

You begin to dab at the wound to help it heal and stop bleeding. It’s not lost on you that despite his scars, his physique is immaculate. Toned skin meets burned skin and the contrast in shades surprises you. You don’t feel your breath quicken as you finish working his stomach wound.

Your eyes finally meet his and you push yourself up to your knees. “Let me see your face.”

“Absolutely not.”

“I’m not gonna let you drag and spill blood all over my apartment. Let. Me. See.”

“Little mouse, be careful. You don’t want to get on my bad side right now. I’ve had a fucking night.”

“So let me help you! Please.”

His sapphire eyes darken at your pleading words and then soften. It was bound to happen eventually, maybe he’ll have to kill her now, regardless of how he feels or thinks he feels. His shoulders droop in defeat and you take that as an invitation. You come closer to him, slowly taking off the glasses obscuring his eyes. You’re immediately taken back by how beautiful his eyes are. They seem familiar, but everything feels familiar with him so you let it go.

Next, your hands graze his ear which you feel is slightly burned and covered in piercings. Slowly you unhook the strap around the back of his ear and do the same to his other ear. Dabi is now completely exposed to you. The scars and staples match the rest of his body, but they don’t take away from how handsome he actually is. Your hand naturally goes to his cheek to feel it underneath your fingertips. It’s rough but velvety, a comforting and very him touch.

You feel his hand grab the one on his cheek and you fear he wants to pull it away. However, he does the opposite and pushes it closer to his face, almost like he’s melting into your touch. He looks calm, relieved even. His eyes had shut naturally at your touch, nostalgia running rampant as the feel of your hand on his is something he thought he’d never feel again. He sighs lightly, not realizing how long he had been holding his breath.

This act is so intimate, but the two of you barely even recognize it as such. You raise your other hand with the towel to wipe away the blood spots that taint his unmarred skin. He let’s you continue to clean him off as the sound of the light buzzing and the bathroom fan become the soundtrack for the evening. Once you finish wiping his face, he grabs your other hand which makes you drop the blood clad towel. Dabi pulls you in closer, now your lips merely inches apart. His eyes drop to your lips as they part ever so slightly and then back up to your eyes.

“Dabi I-“

He silences you by firmly placing his lips on yours. The kiss starts out curiously slow, as you two take time to take in the feel of each others lips. Unlike him, he waits for you to feel comfortable before pressing deeper into your lips. His tongue invades your mouth and you welcome it, causing Dabi to moan slightly at the feeling. You pull back, perturbed by the noise and your eyes go wide.

“I’m sorry, did I do something weird?”

He chuckles and brings your forehead to his. “Doll,” he pauses to find his words but comes up empty, “shut up.” He pulls you in again, this time with conviction. Your confidence soars as you start to roam your hands all over his body. You can tell he wants you to stop touching his scars but you keep on anyways, giving them tender touches. How long had it been since someone, more like you, had touched him in such a loving and caring manner?

Even when he was first getting burned from his quirk, you had been there when the both of you were younger. You had offered healing solutions and open arms when it seemed no one had cared. So part of him hoped that you would recognize a tid bit of the feelings he wants you to feel, to experience within this kiss. He wants to press on more into the kiss but he knows better. He always does.

So he pulls away.

“Why,” you pant, “why did you stop?”

Dabi bites at his burned lip with lust blown eyes. “Wouldn’t this be better not in a bathroom?” You become flustered at that and remove yourself from the man in front of you. He stands up with you and you want to aid him because of his wounds. “It doesn’t hurt as much as you think it might.” You two walk out of the bathroom into the partially lit hallway. He stops your progress by pressing you into the wall. He growls out, “c’mere.”

The wall behind you supported you as he stole your breath. You never thought you could feel this way with someone again. Not to say that you haven’t, but relationships never progressed this far. However, as you briefly break for air, you think about the only other person who has ever given your heart butterflies without you realizing it.

“Hey kid, I had some time to sneak away and-“

Your heart rate shot up at the unexpected intruder. Anxiety began to swell as you took in the scene before you. Hawks was here in your apartment watching you make out with a villain he may or may not know. “Ke- ah Hawks! What, uh, are you doing here?” You barely register Dabi glaring at your longtime friend as your thoughts race a mile a minute.

Hawks is completely unsure of what the fuck he’s seeing. Why was he pressed up against you? Why was he here? How did you actually meet this burnt guy? “(Y/n), what’s going on? Do you, do you know him?”

You understand what he meant but you couldn’t meet his intense stare. Your avoidance answered his own question and he relaxes his shoulders. He had to keep his cool and pretend that he is completely unaware that a grade A villain was making out with his best friend. His stomach dropped at that realization, which confused him greatly.

He continued to stare at Dabi who had the most sinister grin. The temptation to hurt him was immense but he held back. His golden eyes didn’t miss your blown out eyes and pouty lips. You really wanted Dabi? What was wrong with him? He knows he’s been gone for over a month but…

There’s that feeling in his stomach again.

Dabi breaks the silence in the cramped hallway. “You gonna turn me in hero? Gonna arrest me for messing with someone who’s precious to the hero commission?”

Keigo whips out his sword-like wings and aims it for his neck, recreating a scene they’ve done before. “Watch yourself. What are you doing here?”

“Clearly I was invited. Why are you here?”

Hawks steps closer. “I’ll be asking the questions,” he seethes. “Just how the hell do you know (Y/n)?”

“Hawks, please.”

“I met her in that park you had been scoping out for weeks for her.” He oozes confidence in a sly way as he presses the tip of the wing into his own neck. “If you take me here, they’re gonna know you two broke the rules. And from what she’s told me she’s on a tight leash.

“Wouldn’t want her to be put in a tighter cage now would we?”

Your eyes finally meet Keigo’s and realization settles in. He lowers his weapon and his gaze on yours softens. Shit, how did things get so fucked in the weirdest way? “Dove, did you really meet him there? And you know that he’s-“

“A villain,” you finish for him. “Yes I know. I didn’t plan on talking to anyone, but he was anonymous to me at the time. It felt nice having someone to talk to.” You subconsciously wrap your arms around yourself and sink into yourself. Keigo cautiously approaches you and places a comforting hand on your shoulder.

He sighs and then speaks, “I’m sorry. I haven’t been able to contact you and I wanted to check in on you. Guess I didn’t need to.” He steps away from you and you quickly felt colder.

“Hawks…”

“I’ll always be second won’t I?” He had meant to keep that to himself but the rhetorical question escaped his lips in a low whisper. You heard some of it and that made you heart lurch. Your heart had been going through a roller coaster the entire night.

Hawks then makes eye contact with Dabi. “Hey, can I talk to you? Alone.”

Dabi looks over to you and you nod at him and motion for the two of them to go out to your balcony. You walk back to your room and attempt to get a control on what was going on in your heart. How long had it been since you’ve had your heart torn and tugged in different directions? Ever since Dabi came in the picture and Keigo had gone undercover, your emotions had been a big jumbled mess and now it’s gotten more tangled.

The two men stand adjacent to the window, so only Hawks could potentially be seen from the outside. Hawks starts out first, “So this is who and where you’ve been running off to.”

Dabi scoffs and rolls his eyes. “Listen here bird brain, I still don’t like you or trust you. But (Y/n), she’s someone special to you isn’t she?”

“She’s my best friend since we were young,” he retorts.

“Hmm,” the ravenette ponders. “And how long have you been in love with her?”

That causes the blond to hesitate slightly at his response. Anger had dissipated from his being with just one question. “And how long have you had feelings for her huh?”

“You’re avoiding the question, hero. And what’s it to you? So what if I have feelings for her?”

Hawks chuckles darkly, “Shiggy isn’t gonna like that you know.” He stops to finally collect his own thoughts and how to handle this brand new information. “Look, I won’t tell anyone. Hero or villain, this stays between us.” The urge to cry hits him hard and he swallows it down as he always does whenever it comes to matters of his heart, especially regarding you. “And you better not hurt her.”

You had reentered the room to catch the last sentence Keigo says before meeting your eyes. He can tell that you heard what he had just said and slaps on a camera ready smile. You already know that those are fake, but you can’t imagine why he would fake a smile to you until you see his beautiful golden irises that shine like the sun.

They’re dull, somber, lacking the luster they usually have. And that makes your stomach do backflips. He flies out your window and into the cool night. Dabi comes up behind you and wraps his hands around your waist.

“Is he always this protective of you?”

You turn to face him and you glance up into his captivating eyes. This is a comfortable and welcoming place to be. But if Keigo made your stomach do backflips. Dabi’s made yours do frontflips.

And you weren’t sure which feeling was better or worse.

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Things We Lost in the Fire, ch 31

aka Caleo uni au

Fic summary: Calypso starts studying at a new university, but to her annoyance her new flatmate is a loud mouthed mechanic who also likes to sneak his dog in whenever. But as she learns to know him better, she realizes they might have more in common than what she first thought. Eventually, even the darkest secrets come out…

Chapter summary: At Waystation, pt 4/?

A/N: Soo sorry about the long wait! This was a very long and kind of tricky chapter to write so it took me longer than I would have wanted. But in a way this is (ironically) a good day to post this chapter as it's the Mother's day in many parts of the world today. (Happy Mother’s day Esperanza Valdez ;___;)

Before we head into this chapter, I want to give you guys a warning that it (specifically, the flashback in the beginning of the chapter) talks about what happened to Leo's mother, so in case you find that too hard to read, feel free to skip it. (If you have read HoO, I think you can somewhat guess what to expect)

Thanks for all the amazing support you guys have given me so far! ♥ It's what keeps me going! Now, enjoy, and remember that I'd really like to hear what you think because there's a lot going on in this chapter!

Words: 5550 (yeah, long one)

Genre: romance & hurt/comfort

Warnings: minor character death (talked about), be aware!

previous chapter / AO3

*flashback*

There was fire. So much fire.

Leo had been tinkering with his toy tools and drawing some simple blueprints in the living room when he had remembered that he had left his hammer into his room. He went to look for it and it took him a couple of minutes to locate it from under the unfinished toys and papers he had thrown around. Unfortunately, that couple of minutes had been enough for all hell to break loose in the living room.

He started smelling smoke and ran back downstairs to see where it came from. The wooden floor and several pieces of furniture in the living room were on fire, which seemed to have started from the papers he had left near the fireplace. Leo’s mind went completely blank like a machine that had just been shut down. The only thing that he was capable of thinking was: what do I do?

His mother had put a fire in the fireplace before she had left to run some errands because it had been a cold day. She had warned Leo several times to be careful with it, even putting a bucket of water and a smothering blanket nearby in case of emergency. But it was already too late to use them; the fire had already spread too far in the room. Because of his state of panic, it took Leo a while to manage to make decisions, but finally, his brain told him: get your phone so you can call mom, and run.

What his 8-year-old brain didn’t understand: he should have just left the building right then and asked a neighbor or someone to call the fire department instead. But Leo could only think how the very thing his mother had been worried about just happened and how she’d probably never forgive him for – no matter how accidentally – burning their home. He had vague memories of leaving his cell phone that he had gotten a few months earlier on his birthday into his room, so he ran upstairs as quickly as he could with his short, wobbly legs. However, the phone wasn’t on his desk like he had anticipated, and it took him a while to remember he had thrown it under the bed after getting frustrated with his homework; the words on the textbook they were supposed to read had not made any sense to him.

Once he finally found the cell phone and went back downstairs to leave the building, the fire had already spread so much that he could barely see anything from the smoke. Coughing, he tried to cover his mouth with his shirt so he could protect himself from the smoke and dash to the door, but he soon realized it was not possible. His road was blocked, and the only way for him to get out would be through the upstairs windows.

Leo didn’t have the time to figure out how to open the windows so he ended up breaking his bedroom window with a real hammer that he happened to find nearby. Shaking, breathing heavily and trying to avoid the glass shards, he looked down. The fall would be quite big, at least 5-6 meters, but he was no stranger to broken bones. The fights with other school kids had taught him a thing or two about that. He would still be more likely to survive the fall than trying to go out from downstairs; at least there were no stones or other hard objects under the window. He was so full of adrenaline that he didn’t even notice that his hands were bleeding; they had hit the broken glass when he had peeked out.

Finally, he managed to gain enough courage to climb up the windowsill and lift one of his legs over the edge. In the process he scraped himself some more in the glass and tore his pants a bit as well, but who cared? It was a very minor thing compared to his mother’s face if she’d find him dead in the house. For a moment Leo thought about all the blueprints and devices in development in the basement of the house, how hours and hours of his mother’s work would go to waste if the entire house burned down – but that was a thing to worry about for later. It was already too late to do anything but to try to escape.

With a huge lump in his throat as he imagined how his mother would hate him when she’d find out about the fire, Leo finally lifted his other leg over the edge as well, sitting on the windowsill with his legs hanging in the air. The distance between him and the ground seemed even bigger than it had earlier, but he had to do this. Slowly, he inched himself forward, hesitating a bit more, but the sound of the fire breaking something downstairs startled him and finally, he dropped down.

After that his memories started getting hazy. He fainted when hitting the ground and when he first woke up he noticed the pain in his left ankle and some blood coming from his forehead. He was laying on the grass, not unharmed but at least alive, and suddenly he got aware that he had to get farther from the house because the fire could easily spread to the surrounding grounds. He could only hope that a neighbor or a passerby had already called the fire department because he himself would not be able to do that, not with his dizzy head and the pain everywhere in his body. Before he passed out again, his last thought was: when would his mother be back?

The next time he was conscious, he remembered trying to drag himself forward with his hands. He could not stand up, and not even crawl, so that was the only thing he could do. Inch by inch, he got a bit farther from his falling spot, and by that time he also started hearing some distant sirens and human yells somewhere, but his mind could not comprehend what all of it meant.

After that, the next thing he remembered was being lifted from the ground by a first responder. The man tried to tell him soothing words, probably something like ‘poor child, it will be alright’, but Leo didn’t care. He wished the fogginess of his brain would just fade so he could speak and walk on his own feet and find out what happened to his mother – if she returned yet – but afterwards, he wished he would have never found out.

He kept slipping in and out of consciousness for a while, not really sure what was happening around him, until finally he woke up in the hospital. One of his legs and arms had been plastered and a bandage had been wrapped around his head. Already he wished he could have just ripped them off and run away but he knew that wasn’t possible. A couple of minutes later, a nurse finally arrived at his bedside.

“Oh, good, I’m glad you’re awake,” she said, testing his forehead to see if he had a fever. “You scared us there, young one.”

“It’s not me you should be worried about! Where’s my mom?! Hasn’t anyone told her I am here?” Leo demanded in a hoarse voice.

The nurse ignored his question. “Now, what is your name?”

“Leo Valdez,” he answered grumpily, glaring at the nurse.

“Good. How old are you?” the woman asked then.

“8 years. But how does that have anything to do with anything? I want my mom here!”

“Calm down, Mr. Valdez. We are just doing some routine tests. You hit your head pretty badly. Now, do you remember your home address?”

Leo, despite still feeling quite dizzy, got really angry about the question. “Yes, I do, but it doesn’t matter! There’s probably nothing left of it anymore! Because it burned down!” The tears finally demanded to get out of his system as he added with a tiny voice: “And I don’t know where my mom is.”

The nurse looked very hesitant for a moment. “I, um… You know, I think we are gonna complete this test a bit later. There are some people who have been wanting to see you.” She looked towards the door restlessly.

“Is it mom?” Leo asked instantly.

The nurse just shook her head. “You’ll see soon.”

She let the visitors in and left the room, closing the door behind her. Leo found himself staring at a firefighter, who he vaguely recognized as the same one who had carried him to safety after his fall. With him entered a police officer whom Leo had not seen before. Why would a police officer want to meet him, he wondered. Maybe they’d sentence him to prison for burning the house down?

“It was an accident!” Leo blurted before the men had time to say anything, trying to look brave even though he had just cried.

“We know, we know,” the firefighter tried to calm him down. “That’s not why we are here. We wanted to see how you were doing, and, um…” he looked helplessly at his companion.

“We have some bad news,” the police officer went straight to the topic.

“Is it about the house?” Leo asked.

“No, it’s about your mother… she’s gone.”

It took Leo a moment to register what the police officer had said.

“What?” he yelled.

“I’m sorry, but she is dead.”

Leo couldn’t believe what he was hearing. He was already so panicked that denial was his only coping mechanism left. “Again, what?”

“It is true, young man,” the police officer stated matter-of-factly.

“But she can’t be! She wasn’t even home…!” Leo squeaked, trying to make sense of the situation in his blurry, shocked mind.

The firefighter spoke this time. “I’m so sorry, son… but he’s not lying. We found her in your house. The neighbor who called us had seen her go in before we arrived, and… when we got there… it was already too late.”

“But… but…” Leo had a very hard time getting any words out at that moment. “Why… why would she go in…? And… why didn’t anyone stop her?”

Again the visitors hesitated before answering. “This is just what we heard from a couple of witnesses, but… it seems like she had gone in to… look for you…”

Leo wished the sweet unconsciousness had returned to him in that moment, but that didn’t happen. Instead, it felt like something tried to pull his heart out of his chest. His mind was going through about a hundred different things at the same time: grief, anger, denial… and perhaps above everything else, guilt. It was his fault. It was his fault that the house had burned, and it was his fault that his mother had gone into the burning house. If he had been there to warn her… if she had known… But no, he had had to jump from upstairs to the backyard from where he had been harder to find. And then he had, only half conscious, dragged himself to a nearby trench where the humidity had protected him, being even harder to spot unless you happened to walk right next to it.

That meant that his mother had gone into the house thinking he was there… and she had died thinking he had died. All because he hadn’t listened to her, because he had left some papers on which he had been drawing too near the fireplace.

‘My fault. All my fault’, was all Leo could hear in his head on repeat. He noticed that the firefighter was trying to say something, but he could not register what. Leo didn’t ask him to repeat what he had said. Instead, he stuttered with a weak voice:

“You didn’t answer my other question. Why… didn’t anyone… stop her?”

The police officer sighed sadly. “From what we know, your neighbors had tried to tell her to not go in, that there was nothing she could do, but she refused to listen. The… smoke had already suffocated her by the time we arrived.”

Leo clenched his small fists, unable to focus his gaze anywhere. Everything around him was just a meaningless blur. All of a sudden, nothing mattered to him anymore. With his mother, Leo hadn’t just lost the most important person in his life, the only person who had ever really cared about him and understood him. He had lost his home, his safety, everything that he had loved. More to himself than to the men in the room, he sobbed:

“What's going to happen to me?”

And then everything went blank.

*end flashback*

…

When Leo woke up, he noticed he was breathing very sharply. He had to tell himself to slow it down a bit, trying to focus on the breathing instead of the dream he had just seen. Once he had calmed down a bit, he realized his face was soaked from the tears. The good feeling from the day before was gone, and suddenly he remembered all too well why he hated that holiday so much. His mother had died on Christmas day, 11 years ago.

The worst part about the nightmare he had just seen? It had actually happened. Sure, the details might have changed in Leo’s mind a bit because he had been so young when his mother had died, but most of it was true. The fire, the jumping, the people in the hospital, all true. When he had still been a kid, he had dared to hope that maybe someday the memories would start fading and it wouldn’t hurt so much. But now, 11 years later, he knew better. Thanks to the therapy and Jo, Emmie and the friends’ help, he did have moments when he managed to feel happy, focus on the future and forget the pain for a time being, but when it came back, it was always as intense. And it was especially bad on Christmas days, the anniversary of those horrific events.

‘Pull yourself together’, Leo told himself. ‘This is not what your mother would have wanted for you.’

‘No’, another, the evil voice in his head said. ‘But then again, if it weren’t for you, she would still be here.’

He groaned at himself and decided that it would be better to get himself up and moving rather than lay there listening to the voices. Sitting up, he combed his fingers through his messy hair in an attempt to tame it, with little success. After that, he wiped the tears from his face, trying to pretend it had never happened. Registering the voices coming from the living room, he figured some of his family members were already awake even though it was still rather early. They, especially Georgina, were lucky that they didn’t know what was going through in his head that day; it would have ruined everyone’s Christmas.

Trying to pull himself together and put on a happy face, he got up and washed his face in the bathroom quickly before joining the family. The moment he reached the bottom of the stairs, Georgina ran to him and hugged him.

“Merry Christmas, hermano!”

Leo patted her hair absentmindedly, thinking that Georgina was now only a year older than he had been when… no, he had to stop thinking about it. If not for anyone else’s sake, then Georgina’s. She deserved to have a happy day.

“Merry Christmas to you too, hermanita. Well, did Santa visit? Did he receive my memo on your behavior towards me this year?”

Georgina pulled away from him and folded his arms. “I’m not a little baby anymore; I know Santa doesn’t actually exist. But we did get presents! Even you, although I was kind of surprised about that.”

Leo clutched his shirt. “Ouch, Georgie! I thought you were on my side!”

The siblings continued bickering playfully as they waited for the others. They had a tradition in their house that everyone needed to be there for the present opening. Soon Josephine appeared with a tray full of coffee cups, gingerbread cookies and certain small pies she used to bake every Christmas.

“Where are the others?” Georgina asked impatiently as she started stuffing the cookies into her mouth and drummed her legs against the sofa. “I want to open the presents already!”

“Calm down, Georgie,” Jo scolded her. “Emmie is checking the cats and dogs because they also need care on Christmas day, and Calypso may still be sleeping.”

“Ugh, I told her I wanna start opening the presents early!” Georgina protested. “I’ll go wake her up if she isn’t here in 10 minutes!”

“You’ll wake who up?” Calypso showed up from the stairway. Hearing her voice and seeing her face, Leo forgot for a moment why he had been so upset earlier. Somehow her presence just had that weird effect on him. She was wearing a green holiday sweater knitted by Annabeth over her pajamas – pink with some small flower prints – and her hair was flying freely, slightly wavy because of the braids that Georgie had insisted on making the previous evening. Somehow even that casual look made her look adorable in his eyes and his throat felt dry for entirely different reasons than a few minutes earlier. Leo almost missed Calypso’s next words due to his distraction. “Sorry that you had to wait, Georgina. I was finishing up one last present because I wasn’t entirely happy with it.”

“No worries!” Georgina exclaimed. Apparently the last minute gift preparing was a good enough reason to be late in her books, because Leo knew that if he had been late for the gift opening, the little girl wouldn’t have forgiven that easily.

Calypso put her pile of neatly packed presents under the tree to wait and turned to the others.

“So, merry Christmas, everyone! If I am allowed to be honest with you, I don’t really know a lot about Christmas traditions… My family never celebrated it… But I want to learn!”

“We’ll teach you,” Georgina told her immediately. “It’s gonna be so much fun, you’ll see!”

Leo wished he himself could have been as enthusiastic about the holiday as Georgina was, but tried to keep the happy face on anyway.

“Cal, try some of those pies before Georgie has eaten them all.” He pointed to the tray Jo had brought. Calypso glanced at him suspiciously for a moment. “Don’t give me that look; I swear I didn’t make them. It’s all Jo and Emmie.”

“Fine,” Calypso agreed and took a bite. “This is really good!” she exclaimed once her mouth was empty.

“Told you. Now do you trust me?” Leo asked her teasingly.

“Hmmm. That’s still to be determined,” Calypso replied, but Leo could see her smile into her piece of pie.

As everyone waited for Emmie to return inside, they kept up a light banter as they ate their Christmas breakfast in the living room. Even Leo did his best to participate in it, and soon he did feel a bit better, although if someone had looked at him more closely, they would have noticed the smile on his face didn’t reach his eyes.

Finally, Emmie arrived together with Festus and Georgina instantly pulled her towards the Christmas tree so they could start the gift sharing. A grin spread across Leo’s face as well when he watched the little girl run back and forth as she delivered the packages to their rightful owners. This was now, he tried to remind himself. What happened in the past… was in the past and his mother would probably have wanted him to enjoy these moments.

Not that he’d ever know that for sure, the nasty voice in Leo’s head said again, and the grin almost disappeared from his face.

To no one’s surprise, Georgina got the most presents because even some family friends and neighbors had sent her something (that’s what happened when she got everyone wrapped around her finger, Leo thought), but everyone else got their fair share of self made gifts as well. Leo noticed that Calypso had three packages; one from him, one from Georgina who had insisted on making her own present, and one from Jo and Emmie. He found himself wishing she’d like what he had made; he had spent quite a lot of time on it.

Before anyone could start ripping their wrapping papers off the presents, Festus was given some treats so he wouldn’t interrupt the gift opening too much. Georgina got the privilege of getting to open hers first. She chuckled at Leo’s jokes in the photo album, which Leo took as a success, and squealed excitedly at the tiny dragon toy he had carved from wood and painted. Calypso had sewed her a detailed gryphon plushie, because Leo had told her that Georgina had recently gotten interested in the mythical creatures, a topic Calypso knew a lot about. The little girl hugged the plushie enthusiastically while Calypso promised her to tell her more about the Greek mythology later when they’d have more time. Emmie gave Georgie a tiny beginning of a plant that she’d get to raise on her own, and Jo, the practical person that she was, gave her a pocket knife for tinkering with a warning that she’d only get to use it under her supervision.

Leo and Calypso allowed Jo and Emmie to open their presents next. It was mostly practical stuff, like woolly socks, self made chocolate, and new tools (which broke the ‘homemade’ rule but Leo knew Jo needed them), but Leo had also tinkered frames for a photo of the Waystation family and asked Calypso to decorate it with her paints. The final result looked pretty good in his opinion.

Next was Calypso’s turn. Georgina had attempted to crochet a potholder for her because Leo had guiltily admitted that he may have accidentally ruined one of Calypso’s potholders while cooking something. However, since she was still a beginner in the handicrafts, the potholder had some room for improvement, but Leo could see from Calypso’s happy face that she appreciated the gesture. Leo had also told his mothers that Calypso really loved her flowers, so they gave her a white orchid in a pot that Jo had once crafted. Finally, she opened the gift Leo had made for her. He was biting his lip and tapping his fingers nervously even though he tried to act nonchalant as he watched Calypso’s reaction. Before she removed the paper, she knocked on the surface of the gift, trying to guess what was in it.

“Is this a tool box? So you could borrow mine when you lose yours?” She teased.

“Well, at least that would be useful, don’t you think? But hold your horses; it’s probably not what you think it is,” Leo hinted. Calypso gave him a quizzical look and Leo took that as a sign that she really had no idea what the gift was.

“I guess there’s only one way to find out,” she noted and started carefully removing the paper. Unlike Georgina, she made sure that the paper would still be usable on some later occasion. Calypso wasn’t entirely wrong with her guess; the gift was indeed a box of sorts. But it wasn’t for tools. Instead, it was a jewelry box; wooden, self made, painted rose pink, which happened to be Calypso’s favorite color. When she opened it, she noticed a small mirror on the lid with some text on it. The box also played one of those few songs that they both happened to like. Calypso traced her finger on the smooth surface of the box for a moment before she noticed that there was still something more in the box: a silvery bracelet with a letter C hanging from it. She took it into her hands and admired it for a moment before reading aloud the text that had been written on the mirror:

“You can’t start the next chapter of your life if you keep rereading the last one.”

“Um, yeah…” Leo was unsure how he should respond. Suddenly he got worried he had been too straightforward with that message, and Calypso wouldn’t appreciate it. “It was a quote, um, that I happened to stumble upon somewhere recently… But I thought it was quite fitting?”

Calypso looked at him straight into the eyes and for a moment Leo managed to forget that there were others in the room. It was as if she was trying to message him wordlessly that she understood the meaning of the quote.

“Yes, I think it works,” she replied slowly. “For both of us.”

Leo felt his ears getting heated and attempted to comb his hair over them with his fingers to not make it so painfully obvious. Given what day it was, he understood that it was ironic he was using that quote when he himself was struggling to let go from his past.

“True,” he had to admit, looking at the others nervously from the corner of his eye. “It’s… it’s something that we both should try to remember. Something we have in common, right?”

Calypso seemed to accept his explanation. “Right. Um, this box is really beautiful. You’ve seen a lot of trouble with it. The music and all… It’s really nice. Did you even make this bracelet?”

Even though Leo should have prepared himself for that question, he felt embarrassed to reveal the bracelet’s origins, afraid it might sound too sentimental. He rubbed the back of his neck and cleared his throat to get more time to consider his answer.

“The… the chain was from an old bracelet my mom had… My biological mom, I mean. I didn’t get to keep a lot of her belongings but this had survived… and my dear aunt didn’t want to keep it so I’ve been carrying it around as a charm of some sort. But the thing is, I don’t really need it so it was Jo’s suggestion that I could give it to someone who’d use it. She helped me make this,” he showed the C, “because I don’t really…”

“Want to forge anything,” Calypso finished for him. “Yeah. I understand.”

“Good. If you don’t like it, you can give it to someone else; I’m sure my mom wouldn’t mind…”

Calypso gave him an encouraging smile. “Oh, no! This bracelet meant a lot to you so it means a lot to me. It’s a really nice gesture, Leo.”

“You’re welcome?” he replied, kind of flustered by her reaction.

Calypso fiddled with the gift for a moment before turning her attention back to Leo.

“Would you like to put this on my wrist? I’d like to see how it fits.”

“Oh… alright!” Leo agreed, wishing he could say something that didn’t make him sound like a complete idiot. But then again, he reminded himself, wasn’t that what most people thought of him? And since when had he cared?

Calypso handed the bracelet to him and Leo took a very light hold of her wrist, as if afraid that he’d burn her skin with his hot fingers. He was so focused on his task that he even forgot that it was technically against the ‘rules’ they had set, but Calypso had initiated it so who was he to deny her request? He put the chain around her wrist with fumbling fingers and closed the lock. After that he allowed his hand to stay around hers a moment longer. He swiped the surface of the chain with his finger, also touching the back of her hand by accident (or maybe on purpose). Calypso looked up from their hands to him with a surprisingly soft expression that he hadn’t seen since that day when they had promised each other to try harder to be ‘just friends’. His brain sent sparks through his spine and he felt very warm all of a sudden.

“I… um… it seems to fit, doesn’t it?” he finally stuttered, looking down at the bracelet, Calypso’s gaze still lingering in his mind. He let her wrist go and already his hand felt much colder, as if it was missing something.

“Oh, yeah,” Calypso nodded, absentmindedly fiddling with the chain of the bracelet. “It’s small enough that it won’t fall but it’s not too small.”

“Good,” Leo said, a smile returning to his face. “Guess you’re just as tiny as my mom was.” He finally managed to bring out his more playful side.

“Have you looked into the mirror lately, Mister Super-Sized McShizzle? You’re not exactly a giant yourself,” Calypso teased back.

Georgina giggled at her response. “You tell him, Calie!”

“This Georgina here, though,” Leo grinned at her, “she must really have some giant blood in her. She uses my overalls in the garage sometimes!”

“I do not,” Georgina denied quickly. “They’re stinky.”

“Yeah? And you smell like flowers and rainbows,” Leo retorted and started tickling the little girl.

For a moment Leo was able to forget that he hated Christmas as he played with Georgina, but then someone reminded him that he still had to open his own presents. He looked at the pile he had gotten and thought briefly that he had gotten more of them than what he had expected. Georgina had drawn him a picture of him with Festus and sewed him a simple pencil case for his blueprint pencils. Jason and Piper had gotten him a book about weird mechanics facts. Percy had sent him a new orange t-shirt so Leo could return him the one that he had once borrowed after a workout (which, according to Percy, was ‘way too big for him anyway’). Leo’s moms had made him an awesome tool case where even the bigger tools would fit and baked some of his favorite goodies. Finally, it was the turn for Calypso’s present, though.

“What do you think it is?” Calypso asked, glancing at him curiously.

“My first guess would have been a pack of olives because you know how much I love those things… But this doesn’t feel like them. It’s mostly soft but there are some hard parts too. Maybe a bit like a backpack?"

“That wasn’t a half bad guess,” Calypso responded. “But I won’t tell you the correct answer; you can figure it out on your own.” She invited Leo to open the present.

“Okie, Sunshine, will do.”

He ripped the paper (which was Leo’s favorite shade of red) off notably less gracefully than Calypso had done with her presents, but his mouth opened involuntarily when he saw what was inside. It was a toolbelt, not looking like one of those belts that broke in his use after the first couple of days (Leo had a habit to load them too full sometimes), but sturdy, well made. Leo wondered where she had obtained the leather she had used in it, and hoped that it hadn’t cost her too much money. The belt had four different sized pockets for the tools and it seemed like one of them had something in it, but before Leo checked what was inside, he turned to Calypso:

“How did you know I needed one of these?”

“Probably because you’ve been carrying wrenches and stuff in your jean pockets and I’ve also seen your room and that’s enough for me to be able to tell you need a place for your tools,” Calypso smirked. Leo barely heard her answer. He didn’t want to admit aloud that one of the reasons why he was suddenly feeling so sentimental about a tool belt was because it reminded him a lot of the one his mom had made for him when he was a kid. “I hope this wasn’t too much trouble…” He noted more quietly than usual.

“It was not trouble at all,” Calypso reassured him. “I have sewed more difficult things. The leather was actually from one of my old bags that my dad got for me – which I hated – so I didn’t even have to buy a lot of the materials. Besides, you yourself made this,” she knocked the wooden cover of the jewelry box, “and I bet it was a lot more difficult.”

“Nah, it wasn’t…” Leo tried to protest and he noticed the others in the room had a hard time keeping their faces straight as they listened to the flatmates competing whose present had taken more time. “The music was probably the most complicated part.”

“Okay,” Calypso said, deciding to leave the debate there. “Hey, I forgot to mention that there is something small in one of the pockets. You could check it out now.”

“Alright, I will,” Leo told her. He reached out to the said pocket and found a small box from it. His smile instantly disappeared from his face when he realized what it was. Everyone went quiet for a while as they were waiting for his reaction.

“Why would you give me matches, especially today of all days?” He lifted his gaze from the box, his eyes sparkling angrily. Before anyone could say anything, he threw the box away and jumped up from his seat. Calypso’s sad face was the last thing he saw before storming out of the room.

#caleo #leo valdez #calypso #heroes of olympus #percy jackson and the olympians #trials of apollo #my fics #caleo uni au #finally this fic is living up to its name

[cutetinyartist]

YUNGBLUD G/t One-Shot #1 (Dom x Borrower!Reader)

So, here’s the one-shot I was talking about! Again I am a bit shy about posting this but I hope everyone likes it!

Content Warnings: There is some strong language, but other than that this is entirely SFW ^^

Word-Count: 2082

Using your makeshift grappling-hook, you easily made your way to the top of the kitchen counter. All you had to do was grab some food and go back into the walls, a simple task that you only needed to do a few times a week. Although the few human's routines had changed a LOT (they used to go out on tours all the time, but nowadays they couldn't do that...) you still had a pretty solid borrowing routine.

While they watched TV in another room you grabbed a few scraps of bread and other crumbs that you knew they wouldn't care about. Normally that would be where you stopped and went home, but you noticed one of your favourite snacks on top of the breadbin... Surely it wouldn't be too dangerous to take some of that, right? You hadn't eaten it in ages and it was right in front of you!

With your bag on one shoulder, you used your grappling-hook to easily make your way to the top of the breadbin. You dropped your bag as you took a moment to look around the room, as you'd never seen it from this perspective before and it always fascinated you to look at how vast human's homes were. A room that they could easily walk across in seconds was a giant landscape to you and (although you'd always been told to fear and avoid them) you found humans so interesting! Not only were they so much bigger than you, but they also built the houses that you hid in the walls of and had such complex lives that you wished you could be a part of... to be honest, it made you feel really lonely and lost sometimes. You wished that you could live like them or let them know that you existed, but that would be far too dangerous.

You tried to push those thoughts to the back of your mind as you swiftly approached the food. It wasn't like you needed this particular snack, but it was one of your favourites and you figured that you may as well get some while you had the chance.

Little did you know that while you were grabbing food, your trusty bag had fallen into a glass that was by the breadbin! You dropped the food and rushed over, groaning to yourself when you saw your bag laying uselessly at the bottom of the glass.

"Shit..." You mumbled as you grabbed the string of your grappling-hook lowered yourself down. The last place you wanted to be was in a glass, but you couldn't exactly leave your bag behind! It was easy enough to grab your bag, but difficulty arose when you attempted to hoist yourself back upwards. Due to the length of the string, you somehow tripped up and got yourself tangled in it! As you attempted to untangle yourself the part of the string that was tied to your hook snapped, leaving you completely trapped.

And to make matters even fucking WORSE, you heard one of the humans entering the kitchen! In your panicked state you got yourself even more tangled up and could only pray that he somehow wouldn't see you, even though you were in plain sight.

You instantly knew that it was the human called Dom, as the first thing you saw was his fluffy, bright-red hair. No matter where you were in the house you always heard his voice, as he was really loud in comparison to other humans you'd lived with! You weren't exactly scared by his seemingly endless amounts of energy (like most borrowers would be) but there was no way in hell you wanted to be seen and caught by him!

"What the fook-" He muttered as he spotted you. All you could do was let out a terrified squeak as he effortlessly picked up the glass and tipped you out into his hand. You squirmed anxiously, but being tangled up in the string meant that you couldn't do much.

"Holy fookin shit-" He gasped as he stared at you in awe. You fit perfectly into the palm of his hand and the warmth radiating from it made you realise just how cold the kitchen actually was. After a second he glanced down at the string and realised your predicament. You instinctively flinched as he reached towards you with his free hand, but all he did was start to untangle you.

You were really taken aback by this gesture; Didn't humans normally like to keep borrowers trapped? Why was he trying to help you?

Within seconds he'd freed you, and you stared at him in bewilderment.

"Are you alright?" He asked as he dropped the string onto the counter.

You nodded, "Yeah- thanks-" Were the only two words you could muster up, as you hadn't spoken to anyone in such a long time and you'd definitely never even been this close to a human! It was such a strange experience to be held like this and it was a scary reminder of how tiny and vulnerable you really were.

"Um- What are ya exactly? And how are you so tiny? Are you even real or am I just goin mad?" He asked suddenly. Your stomach dropped as he lifted you until your vision was almost entirely filled by his twinkling green eyes staring at you with immense curiosity.

"I'm... uh..." You had no idea how to respond, your heart was absolutely racing and you were completely flustered. Of course you knew what you were real and that you weren't just a figment of his imagination, but actually being asked those questions (and being unable to avoid his gaze) was pretty overwhelming!

"Oh wait! Are ya like a borrower or somethin? I remember seein a film about tiny people like you, but I didn't think you were actually real!"

You simply nodded in response again, still at a loss for words.

"You're so fookin cute!" He beamed, "I can't believe this-"

"Dom, are you talking to yourself in there?" He was cut off by one of the other humans approaching the kitchen.

"Nah, I-" He began, but paused when he felt how you immediately flinched and curled into a ball at the sound. The last thing you wanted was for even more humans to know you existed! He seemed to understand this, as he gave you an apologetic look before adjusting his grip on you so that he held you in a loose fist and swiftly putting you and his hands in the pocket of his hoodie, "I mean yeah, I was!"

It was cramped in the pocket but surprisingly comfortable. The combination of warmth, his hands being wrapped around you and the slightly muffled conversation between him and the other human (where he explained away the situation) made you feel calmer than you'd expected it to. He absentmindedly stroked the top of your head with his thumb, which you weren't at all used to but didn't dislike. You overheard him say something about going up to his room before the motion of him walking made the pocket sway slightly.

He shut the door and sat on the bed before pulling you out of his pocket and holding you in his palm again. The fast motion was unexpected and left you feeling dizzy for a few seconds.

"Sorry about that- it didn't seem like ya wanted anyone else to see ya and I didn't know what else to do."

"It's fine, it's fine!" You replied. You tried not to sound too nervous, but the tone of your voice (and how much you were now shaking) made you seem anything but confident, "Th-thanks."

He couldn't stop himself from smiling as he looked at you. With his free hand he reached over and began stroking your back with the tip of his index finger and, although his touch made you flinch at first, you realised that it was his way of trying to comfort you.

"You're just too fookin cute! I can't believe I didn't even know you was livin here- Are there more tiny people like you?"

Your shoulders tensed up when he asked that and you shook your head sadly, "No, it's just me... I haven't seen another borrower in- in years-"

"Fook, that must get lonely," He said sympathetically.

You simply nodded in response.

He averted his gaze for a second as he tried to think of a way to change the subject, "How did you end up all tangled up in that glass, anyway?"

You felt an embarrassed blush creep onto your cheeks and you chuckled awkwardly before you told him, "I- let's just say I'm really clumsy and leave it at that!" You bit your lip before saying, "Thanks for saving me, by the way... But, why did you do it?"

"Why?" He tilted his head in confusion at your question, "Well, I couldn't exactly leave ya stuck like that! Why wouldn't I have helped ya?"

"Sorry- it's just- other borrowers always told me that being seen, let alone HELD, by a human was a death sentence..." You sighed.

"I guess that makes sense, some humans are fookin horrible," He replied, "But I'm not gonna hurt ya or anything like that, I promise. When I saw you stuck in that glass, well, I grabbed ya cause I had no idea what ya were at first-" He chuckled mid-sentence, "But then I just wanted to help and protect ya."

"I- thanks," You smiled softly and spoke shyly as you could feel yourself blushing even more, "It's been so long since I've last spoken to anyone, it's been nice."

"I'm glad I got to speak to you too!" He said enthusiastically, before asking you, "Where exactly do ya hide normally? Do you have, like, a hideout in the walls or something like that?"

"Yeah, in the walls-" You blurted out before remembering that you should probably keep the location of your hideout a secret.

"That's so fookin cool! What's it like in there?"

"I- it's kinda cold sometimes but it's okay, I guess..." You mumbled, not wanting to admit how bad it really was. Admittedly you had nice trinkets in your hideout and a comfortable enough bed, but it was such a confined space. Plus when you hid in the walls and heard the muffled sounds of the humans all talking and having fun together it made you feel extra lonely...

"You don't have to keep hiding in the walls anymore if you don't wanna."

You looked up at him curiously, unsure of exactly what he meant.

"Like, if you wanted you could come live in this room maybe? I could being you food and stuff, help ya out so you don't need to sneak around all the time..." He trailed off, wondering if he was even saying the right things.

You could feel yourself blushing even more when he said that, and you weren't quite sure what to say in response... You had been feeling really lonely (and he was really sweet) so his offer honestly seemed ideal... Plus, it wasn't like there were any other borrowers to stop you! After a moment you looked up at him with a smile, "Alright, fuck it. Just- promise you won't tell anyone else about me yet, please? I know you'll have to eventually but right now I'm not ready for it."

"Deal!" He grinned excitedly, moving the tip of the index finger of his free hand in front of you. The gesture confused you for a second until you realised that he wanted to do a handshake. You chuckled softly as you reached out and held his fingertip.

"Deal," you repeated the word, and as you looked up at him your heart fluttered. It was hard to believe that you'd actually sort of befriended a human!

"So, do ya wanna hang out for a bit longer now or are ya sick of me?" He giggled.

You thought about it for a minute before replying, "I- I wanna stay with you for longer, if that's okay?"

"Fook yes! This is so sick, man, you're so fookin cute!" He seemed endlessly excited about talking to you and getting to know you, and his words kept making your heart flutter even more. One thing you hadn't expected to happen today (or ever) was that you'd end up talking to a human, but it felt like one of the best things that had happened to you in a long time!

#yungblud x reader #yungblud g/t #giant/tiny #g/t fluff #cutetinyartist #tinyartistwrites #ah yes instead of writing stuff for Uni I write entirely self-indulgent fanfics #sounds about right #I tried to portray his accent through the writing and that was a lot of fun!

[gummygowon]

wake up loser | jeon jungkook

word count: 1.6k

genre: fluff

best friends to lovers!

warnings: none

a/n: i wrote this oneshot a long time ago and i didn’t really know much about jungkook’s personality and i wrote this for my friend so please don’t burn me if this jungkook actually doesn’t match up with the real jk’s personality. 

clink! clink! clink!

the annoying sound wouldn't stop no matter how hard you shoved the pillows into your ears. at first you thought it was something in your dream that was making that sound but as you slowly began to wake up the clinking never came to a stop.

you mumbled a curse under your breath as you got up to look out your window. usually if you heard a weird sound coming from outside your room you would be shitting yourself but you were too tired and angry to be scared. whatever demon that was outside was about to get their ass kicked back to hell.

you pushed your window curtains to the side a little too roughly and rubbed the fatigue away from your eyes. "jungkook?"

you immediately flung your window open. he was standing on your driveway with a handful of pebbles in his palm. it was a miracle he didn't shatter your window.

"oh my god finally." your best friend rolled his eyes. "you're such a pain in the ass to wake up."

"jungkook, what the fuck do you want." you grumbled. you tried your best to not wake up the whole goddamn neighborhood since it was who knows how late it was in the night or fuck, how early it was in the morning.

"just come down. i wanna show you something."

it was summer now which meant that you were back at your parents for the time being. you missed your family greatly but now you just wanna escape back into your dorm. your mom's usual nagging was getting to you and you needed a break even if it was just for a day.

but being back at your parent's house meant that you would see your childhood best friend, jeon jungkook.

you guys would do everything with each other when you were younger. hanging out at the community pool or even playing tag with the other neighborhood kids. oh how you wished to be a child again.

but, now you were an adult going to college and partying and doing other adult stuff. you kept in touch with jungkook but not as often as you wanted. the both of you guys were incredibly busy with school and work so a long phone call every weekend would have to do until now.

if jungkook had waited like four more hours you would sprung out of your bed so fast to hang out with him. but you were rudely awakened from your slumber and sleep was hard to come across in college so you had to take advantage now.

"why? it's literally so early." you whined.

"my mom made strawberry milk yesterday and i have some left over." he bribed.

"oh, say less." any anger or fatigue left your body as soon as he mentioned strawberry milk. jungkook's mom made the world's best strawberry milk and it was a shame that not everyone could try her delicious beverage.

you quickly got ready and grabbed a hoodie from your pile of clothes that were sitting on a chair. you didn't even dare to change out of your pajamas. the warmth that it provided was too good to be substituted for a wack ass pair of cold jeans.

you slipped out our window as if it wasn't your first time sneaking out. you were an adult now, your parents shouldn't really care about why you weren't home in the morning.

when you jumped down from your window, you swatted the tiny dust particles off yourself before turning to jungkook. "well, where we going captain?"

"this way, m'lady." he stuck out his arm for you to loop through, which you gladly did.

you've always this tiny crush on jungkook. it was bound to happen at some point but you never did anything about it and secretly hoped it went away. but your crush on him became even bigger during your senior prom when your trashy ex dumped you right there and then proceeded to start grinding up on one of your "friends."

jungkook was there for you throughout the whole thing. you were balling on his blazer and apologized many times and try to pull your head away to stop your runny makeup from ruining his jacket but he pulled you in closer to him and told you it was fine. he didn't really care if his prom outfit was ruined, all he cared about was you. the prom was ass anyways.

in an effort to make you feel better, he took you to in-n-out. the two of you guys ate your burgers while singing karaoke in his mom's old mini van. without jungkook, you were sure prom would've been a complete disaster. well, it definitely was but he made it better.

since then, you had your fair shares of hook ups and dates while in college. no one had met your incredibly high standards. in other words, no one was jeon jungkook but you would never admit it out loud.

you didn't want to ruin your friendship with him over your dumb feelings for him. plus, you didn't know what he was up to in his own love life. it's been awhile since the two of you actually sat down in person and properly caught up.

after walking in what seemed like fifteen minutes, you guys had arrived at this old park you guys used to hangout while growing up.

"oh man, i haven't been in here forever." you gasped, a big grin spreading across your face. memories flooded your brain.

jungkook looked over to you and couldn't help but smile too since you were so excited.

you let go of his arm and started running towards the tiny hill. "race you."

"hey! you got a head start." jungkook whined as he dashed towards you.

you actually ended up winning the race surprisingly but since jungkook was a sore loser he tackled you to the floor.

"you cheated!" he shouted as he tickled you.

"no-stop please- i did not." you argued between in laughs.

you managed to wrestle jungkook and ended up straddling him with his arms pinned down by you. he made eye contact with you and you could feel you heart do twenty somersaults.

if you guys were kids, it wouldn't be awkward but since you guys were almost twenty years old and since someone had a little crush, there definitely was tension.

you awkwardly coughed to get rid of the silence. "i win though." you fought back as you slid off him.

"yeah, sure. whatever works for you." he chuckled.

"it's not my fault ,you're so slow jk."

he put a hand over his chest, pretending to be hurt. "how dare you say such things about me."

you rolled your eyes at his playfulness and shoved him lightly, "shut up."

the two of you guys fell into silence as you surveyed the world in front of you. a lot has changed but jungkook didn't change one bit.

"so, how's life?" you asked, breaking the peaceful silence. if nothing was going to happen, you were going to fall asleep.

"i thought you wanted me to shut up?" he fired right back.

you threw your hands up in the air, "just answer the question or i'm walking back home."

"alright, alright. i will."

for the next hour or so, the two of you caught up on everything. from friends to school life to the latest work drama. jeez, there was so much to talk about that you guys couldn't cover in your monthly phone calls. it was nice to catch up with him though. you missed him a lot. talking through screens wasn't the same as being next him.

the sun was about halfway in the sky and the clouds were painted a dusty pink. jungkook had whipped out the infamous strawberry milk, much to your delight and you guys sipped in silence with the occasional moment of bringing up old memories.

you were sipping your drink while deep in your thoughts. a surge of confidence came and it dared you to confess your true feelings to your best friend. you don't know where it came from but you weren't no pussy. you stared at the pink sky and a smile formed on you lips as you thought about the what if's with him.

you could feel jungkook's stare on you so, you turned to look at him. "what?"

he had this lovestruck look on his face. a look you've never really seen out of all the years you've known him.

now, jungkook also had a fat crush on you but was too scared to make a move. he thought he lost you when you got a boyfriend in high school but look at how that turned out. he was secretly happy that the two of you didn't work out but he would never confess that to you.

i swear there was something in the air because jungkook also had a surge of confidence that dared him to confess too. the timing was perfect. actually, everything was perfect. the sky was a pretty pink, you were happy which made him even happier.

his mind couldn't stop thinking about how cute you looked in your pajamas and messy bun. he was grateful that you could be comfortable with him and that you didn't care what you looked like in front of him. to him you were just right.

"i love you." he confessed. jungkook was practically sweating as soon as those words left his mouth. he didn't actually mean to confess like that or did he? "i mean-"

"just kiss me, you loser." you cut in.

jungkook smiled before pulling you in.

you tasted like mint toothpaste and strawberries.

#jeon jungkook #jungkook #jungkook oneshots #kpop oneshots #jungkook oneshot #jungkook fluff #jungkook scenarioes #bts oneshots #bts oneshot #bts imagines #bts scenarios #bts fluff #kpop fluff #kpop imagines #kpop fluff oneshots

[nattspencer]

In case of boredom - Part 1

Missy x reader

Part 1 (you’re here) / Part 2 / Part 3 - Complete 

Summary: The reader was always intrigued by the Time Lady. When she jumps into the TARDIS, the readers decided to write a little novel to take her out of boredom, putting little annoying riddles as a password to each file.

A/N: English is not my first language, I’m really sorry for any mistakes. Also, this is my first fanfic here, so please be kind. I already have a part two in mind for this, let me know if you want it.

Warnings: None

Word count: 1.9k

The GIF is not mine

      Sometimes you think your major problem is having too much empathy and caring so much for other people. You can’t just see someone feeling miserable and not try to do anything to cheer them up, even if this means just standing beside them, however, despite your best intentions, it often ends up hurting yourself, since you always internalize some of their issues. This wasn’t any different when a intergalactic murder time lady started traveling with you, Bill, Nardole and The Doctor.

       You had analyzed Missy since the first time you entered the vault with Mr. Eyebrows - you definitely adore calling him that way, the eyebrows always grows frowny proving your point right - primarily, it was just part of your hobby, you loved study people’s personalities - it always helped to create amazing characters for your tales - but there was something about her, something that scary and attractive at the same time and you never were so intrigued. Slowly, piece by piece, observing from a distance every single detail about her, you started to finally understand bits of what's going on under those pale blue eyes.

      The memory of Nardole’s panicked face when he saw Missy sitting comfortably on the TARDIS after your meet with the ninth legion flashed in your brain and it still makes you giggle, it wasn’t supposed to be funny, you were kinda scared in the moment as well, but his reaction and protests were really hilarious. Bill also tried to complain when she found out that the Time Lady would become a regular in the police box, but The Doctor promised that Missy wouldn’t kill any of you, and also the ship needed maintenance.

      As time passed by, you couldn’t agree more with the Time Lady’s words, she was as much a prisoner here as she was on the vault, and defitinaly as lonely too. Missy spent hours immersed in maintenance work while you all rushed throughout the universe in inimaginable adventures, and when the TARDIS finally fills up again, none of you dare to initiate a friendly conversation with her or even just be alone in her presence, too afraid of her impressibility. Nonetheless, the intriguing mocking smile never left her lips, always ready to toy with any of you, and without a doubt, always ready to annoy the Time Lord. No one would dare to say, but all of you loved to see her messing with Mr. Eyebrows.

      “Head in the clouds?” Bill asked sitting on your side, in the stairs of the console room.

      “Kinda, was it that obvious?” You just hoped not to be a weirdo for too long.

      “Looking at a random spot in the ground for hm… fifteen minutes? Yeah, very obvious, and knowing your eyes, you would probably stay like that for some hours” 

      “Sorry, sometimes I just wonder off, you know” You smiled shyly.

      “I do” She smiled back “I also know that your best histories comes out when you are like this, and believe me, I would let you wander off for hours just to read whatever you would write, but a certain Time Lady was starting to stare at you way too much, so I had to save my beautiful writer from weeks of mocking”

      “Oh, you are really my hero” You gave her an exaggerated hug that made you both lay down on the stairs, laughing.

      “Nothing is for free sweetie, I want a new tale on my table by tomorrow” She teased.

      “As you wish ma’am” You did a floppy continence to her order, and then, an idea crossed your mind.

      “Are you okay?” She asked when you got suddenly serious.

      “I think I just found a solution for something”

      “What something?”

     “You’ll see” You answer simply.

      “Just stay out of trouble little girl” She talked with a warning voice.

      “Considering where we are and who we travel with, I don’t think that would be rather possible”

      “Yeah, I suppose you’re right” She admitted with a little chuckle while she stood up “I'm going to bed, try to go sleep soon as well, it was a tiring day”

      “I’ll do my best, boss” She just showed you her tongue and left the room with a smile still dancing between her lips.

      Books! Missy was always reading something to try free herself from boredom, it wasn’t unusual to find some bloody murder mystery novel around her, so the thought came to your mind, maybe, just maybe, you could try to help her through the characters, encourage her to be good and, with some luck, write something that she would really get excited about. Howbeit, you know it wouldn’t be so easy, the plot needed to be tricky, mysterious, unpredictable, and also, you needed her to wait between chapters while you write them - patience was definitely not among her qualities and because of it, she could get bored really easily - so why not put a password in the each file, leaving a little riddle for her to find out? That could be fun.

      A week or so of planning and plotting has passed away and you started writing, thankfully it didn’t take long before two chapters were brought into life, although, you wanted to make sure that she was into your thread before finishing it all, so you began to ponder how to set the perfect bait. You waited until Missy and the Time Lord started their regular argument about some alien knowledge to sneak into the ship, fully aware that they would be busy for some hours and you wouldn’t get caught, you took one of the library's laptops and place it right in the middle of the central reading table, quickly transferring your files to the computer’s main workspace, aside it, you put a little printed note sticked to the screen with the words: In case of boredom. You knew it would trigger her curiosity, now you just have to wait.

      Hours later, when you came back from another intergalactical adventure, you innocently decided to pick a book from the library just for the sake of bed entertainment, of course, and you glanced a little hand write on your sticked note: Pick harder riddles next time. She definitely was on it, and you almost couldn’t hide a little victorious smile crawling to your lips. You kept feeding her with new chapters almost every day with the same strategy, waiting for her to get distracted before you sneak into the place and every single night, after you write, you stood up for hours in front of the computer trying to come up with an even harder riddle. Were in one of these nights that you suddenly realized, nothing would be more challenging for her than riddles about earth’s history, she probably didn’t bother in researching any of it before since Missy despised the planet. It was perfect, and it actually worked.

      Surely, even a terrestrial would have some problem solving your last one ’when the never setting sun empire had to apologize to the biggest lazio’s last flower’ but you didn’t expect to see one of the last of the Time Lords spend a whole three days in just one riddle. You could see by the little popped vein in her forehead how irritated she was for not finding the answer, however you didn’t dare to tease her about it or even talk about it at all, just allowed yourself to sense the little rewarding feeling taking over your chest. 

      On the fourth night, when you were walking towards your bedroom, after checking the Time Lady’s progress, you suddenly felt two arms smashing your body painfully against the corridor walls, and you didn’t have to look to know who it was, actually you were quite expecting this.

      “What is the answer?” Missy demanded with furious eyes and an arm crushing your chest to the wall.

      “Gave up already?” You don’t know where your courage was coming from.

      “If I were you, I would turn all the mocking down, kitten, I’ve killed for much less than that” She placed a hand in your face roughly rubbing your cheek.

      “You wouldn’t kill me” 

       “Why not? Did you forget? I’m bananas” She said very close to your face singing the last word.

      “You wouldn’t do it because you’re too into the story to let it go, too curious, but also too stubborn to ask for a tip from a insignificant little human, especially a tip from the history of a equally insignificant planet, so all your ego allowed you to do was pin me to a wall and demand for a answer, that was the only way you would get what you want and still be in command” Her grip loosened a little bit, and you could see a hint of shock on her beautiful ice eyes, probably no one has ever read her like that “Or I’m just wrong and you’re bananas, of course” You smiled “Either way, I’m willing to give you a tip: Lazio is a italian region, its name refers to the latins, people from whom the Romans descended. Romans in its turn, had Latin as their official language and the vulgar version of it originated tons of others languages, the most recent creation, as people believe, is Portuguese, witch the largest speaking country is Brazil, also, last lazio’s flower is a metaphor used by a important brazilian writer, Olavo Bilac, in one of his famous poems to refers to his mother tongue”

      “And how the hell I was supposed to know that?” Her teeth were clenched and her fingers were pressing your own jaw, not being gentle at all.

      “You weren’t, that’s rather the point dear, but before you throw all your anger in tiny little me, you were the one who asked for harder riddles, and all the information were on the internet, you just needed to find the right track”

      “That’s not harder, that’s just insignificant knowledge” She growned.

      “I know, but that was the only area that I probably would had a little more knowledge then you, so why not take it as a learning opportunity?” Your heart was pumping on your chest, and the adrenaline was present all over your body. Suddenly, she redrew her hands from you.

      “You’re interesting, pet, I’ll play your little game, but you better keep it high level, I get bored pretty easily you know, and you wouldn’t enjoy to talk with me like this when I’m not captivated, you might get kinda too dead”

      “I do acknowledge your facility in get bored, Mistress, had this in mind since day one”

      “Don’t get too arrogant, puppet, you don’t know so much of little old me as you might think”

      “Or you’re too used to be the attention focus to realize that someone, in the corner, is actually observing and analysing you”

      “Am I this important to you kitty cat? The Doctor might get a bit jealous” She raised a eyebrow teasefully.

      “You’re intriguing, Missy, and as you can see, I love intriguing people, always a good inspiration to my characters”

      “So you might want get a closer look” A smirk was growing in her lips as she got closer.

      “I would, if you hadn’t a research to make, you’re four days late” You said as you placed your forefinger in her lips, pushing her back.

      “You escaped this time baby girl, lets see for how long” the mischief was playing in her eyes.

      “You might be a good flirt, but so am I” You winked at her and started to walk calmly to your previous destination.

     “This will be definitely fun” Soon you heard her heels clicking quickly towards the library.

#missy x reader #missy/reader #missy doctor who x reader #the master x reader

[quietrainfan]

Unsymptober Day 6: Mind Control

Trigger Warnings: Unsympathetic Patton, Mind Control, Forced self harm, Blood, Knives, Dehumanization, Verbal/Emotional/Physical abuse, Gaslighting.

Note: Beginning is after Accepting Anxiety and end is after DWIT.

Once Virgil had formed an understanding with the Light Sides, he felt a weight lifted off his shoulders. Of course this didn't mean all of their feuds were resolved. There was still the issue of Janus and Remus needing Thomas to be aware of them and accepting them as facets of his personality. Not to mention the tense relationship between them and the Light Sides. Hopefully, though, this could lead to the Lights to open up to the idea of understanding Janus and Remus as well. 

 

The anxious side opened the door that served as a barrier in the mind palace between the Darks and Lights. Virgil couldn't help the amused smirk that stretched across his lips as the spooky- most would call absolutely terrifying- sound echoed from inside the long pitch black hallway, confirming that the thing entering was another Dark Side. Janus had put a protective spell on their door that had been there- since forever, really- as a precaution in case the Lights tried to sneak in. It was strong enough that even Virgil had a difficult time getting in every once in a while. Thankfully, though, Janus could sense when it was him and can let him in at any time. 

 

Virgil shut the door behind him, the usual yellow glow around the rimms flashed for a brief second before disappearing, leaving the anxious side in complete blackness. The lengthy hallway was freezing and there were always sounds of...something growing along the walls. Virgil was able to proceed without a care, though. Maybe it was because his purple irises that were made to help him see in the dark automatically switched on by instinct or that he was just used to the atmosphere of the Dark Side home. Probably both. 

 

"Hey, hey! Look who's home! Say, Dee, ya think I should melt into the wall and try and spook 'im when he gets to the living room?!~"

 

"You do realize he can hear you, Remus. It wouldn't be much of a surprise. And no, I've already spoken to you about melting into the walls."

 

"Aw, you're no fun!"

 

Virgil rolled his eyes, the smirk never leaving his face at the familiar voices echoing in the distance. He finally made it to the aforementioned common room and waved at the two taller figures waiting for him. 

 

"I'm home.", Virgil greeted, letting out an 'oof' as Remus wrapped an aggressive- but affectionate- arm around his shoulders.

 

"Hey there, tiny! Took ya long enough!", The creative side pulled him closer for a rough noogie, laughing as Virgil tried to break free to no avail. 

 

"Augh, Remus! Let go!"

 

"How did it go today? I hope they didn't give you too much trouble.", Janus approached the two shorter sides with crossed arms.

 

 His voice was even and calm but Virgil could tell Janus was on the defensive, for his sake, against the Lights. He always was when he returned. The things Virgil told him of his experience with them had his protective elder brother mode cranked up to a million. 

 

Virgil snapped out of his annoyance towards Remus at the question, "Uh...yeah, about that. We need to talk."

 

"What did they do?", Remus had loosened his grip on Virgil a bit, his tone quickly went from playful to low and dangerous. Which prompted Virgil to explain before he did anything that would reverse all the progress they made. 

 

"N-Nothing! Well- not nothing but….", The anxious side saw their eyes narrow and he cleared his throat, freeing himself from Remus's embrace, standing up straight and rubbing his neck nervously, "Uh, so- They kind of...accepted me? They came looking for me and we talked. Thomas is no longer resisting my spot at the discussion table."

 

Remus scoffed, "Yeah, right. After all that?"

 

"I was skeptical at first, too.", Virgil admitted, "But they really made a genuine effort to understand me."

 

The creative side wasn't buying it, turning to Janus. The deceitful side nodded, "From what I can tell he's being truthful, Remus. And I doubt he'd speak of it if he didn't feel like all of this was for certain."

 

Virgil was calmed by Janus's ever present rationality. But he knew this conversation wasn't over. "Although", He began again, "I am curious about what they said about the rest of us."

 

The anxious side bit his lip. 

 

Janus's expression softened, "It's alright. Take your time."

 

Virgil sighed, "They-well, Roman, really- said that I was nothing...compared to you guys."

 

Remus chuckled bitterly, leaning against the wall, "Fucking typical. What'd I tell you?"

 

"I understand and trust me, share your anger, Remus. But they were not only willing to hear Virgil out but also came looking for him after he, to them at least, went missing.", Janus turned back to Virgil, "Remember that this is for Thomas's sake and working as a unit is far more efficient than doing it separately. Regardless of how...strained our family ties are."

 

Virgil responded with a smile which the taller side returned. He knew Janus would be understanding but it was still relieving to hear out loud. The deceitful side was known to be incredibly protective of all of them and unapologetic about his opinion towards the Lights. But thankfully that didn't mean he wasn't unwilling to make amends, provided they offered the same courtesy. 

 

"So we're letting them in just like that?", Remus protested.

 

Janus laughed, "Absolutely not. I'm not going to let go of all the bitterness I feel simply because they were nice once to one of us. They have quite a ways to go to earn my trust and even longer to earn my respect.", He layed a gentle hand on Virgil's shoulder, "But what happened is worth noting."

 

Remus hummed, still skeptical of the whole thing, "We're going to still have to worm our own way in. Plus Thomas isn't even conscious of us yet."

 

Janus nodded, "Naturally. We can't just have our stormcloud being the middle-man for us forever.", A fond smile stretched on his face at Virgil's small grunt in response to his pet name.

 

"Eh, whatever.", Remus sighed, "You're the boss. If it means I can get my ideas heard, I don't really care how."

 

"Very good.", Janus clasped his hands together, "Now, it's been a long day. We'll discuss this further in the morning."

 

The three sides separated for the evening. Virgil distinctly remembered the following morning. They had started discussing ways to ease Thomas into accepting the parts of himself that he blocks out and working from there to get the others to follow suit. Virgil still had the memory of the last thing he said to them. 

 

"I certainly hope any of these scenarios will work. Virgil, are you sure about this?"

 

"Yeah, no worries. Leave it to me. I just don't want you guys to have to hide anymore."

 

Leave it to me. 

 

He had said. And he meant it. He would've followed through with his promise but he didn't anticipate the situation he managed to get himself into. 

 

Virgil was speaking to Patton while they got together for a movie marathon. Everything happened so fast. He brought up the Dark Sides, their recent reconciliation, and the possibility of them being able to come to an understanding since he was accepted. Before he could read Patton's expression as his smile fell, Virgil...felt something change in him. The anxious side wasn't able to decipher what at the time but by the time he had, it was already too late. 

 

"I don't think you should trust them, kiddo. Stay with us."

 

That was all he said. Virgil opened his mouth to try and defend the others, try to convince Patton that it was possible for everyone to get along. But the words died in his throat. What came out instead shocked the anxious side.

 

"You're right, Patton. I'm so glad to finally be away from them. Thanks for...embracing me and giving me a proper family.", Virgil had a hard time processing what he said. He hadn't meant a single word of it yet his tone, body language, and expression reflected his words perfectly. 

 

"Your welcome, kiddo.", Patton smiled warmly at him. 

 

"I didn't mean any of that. Patton, the others can be trusted, you guys just need to give them a chance."

 

"Honestly, I don't know why I stayed with them for so long. All they did was cause trouble and made me miserable.", A spiteful growl left Virgil's lips. 

 

The anxious side thought he saw Patton's warm smile fade slightly. 

 

"Maybe because you didn't have any other option.", Patton smiled sadly, "We didn't give you any. We had no idea how horrible you had it. But now we do and there's no need to worry anymore. We won't let them hurt you."

 

The moral side placed a comforting hand on his knee, "I promise."

 

"They've never hurt me! I was perfectly fine! I just wanted respect. And they deserve the same!"

 

"I'm….still afraid, Pat.", Virgil mentally swore. What the hell was going on?!

 

"I know. But I'll always be here. And so will Roman and Logan."

 

"Thanks. That makes me feel a little better.", Virgil finally returned his smile. 

 

"No, you all are part of the problem. I'll never feel comfortable if I have to choose between two halves of my family!"

 

His true feelings were locked up nice and tight. Virgil learned very quickly that what he actually thought was met with consequences. Nasty ones. Patton pulled him aside after everyone had fallen asleep. 

 

"I'm sure you've caught on by now, Virgil.", The moral side said simply, "Unfortunately, as I predicted, you aren't weak enough to convince completely. You still have some free will in there. You Dark Sides really are a pain."

 

He adjusted his glasses with a sigh but smiled brightly nonetheless, "But that's a-okay! I've got a little back up! If you're going to be our family Virgil, I'll have to set some rules first!", Patton handed him a small pocket knife, "Hurt yourself."

 

Virgil blinked at the request. Patton's sweet smile remained, "For every forbidden thought you have, you are to hurt yourself with varying severity."

 

The anxious side's blood went cold. Judging by his expression, Patton wasn't kidding. "Hmm, since you had three forbidden thoughts today, let's start off with three wounds. Do it.", He commanded. 

 

Virgil's hand moved, despite him trying to fight back against the urge forced on him. He reached for his face, ready to cut just below his eye but the moral side caught his wrist, guiding it back down. 

 

"Ah, ah, kiddo. Not on areas where others can see.", Patton purred, "We wouldn't raise suspicion now, would we?"

 

He guided the anxious side's hand down further. , "Here. Your stomach. I think there's a good start."

 

Patton released him, watching as Virgil lifted his shirt. "Under your belly button, Virge. Since you had the guts to bring them up in a positive light."

 

Virgil's teeth sank into his bottom lip as he penetrated his skin, dragging it along to the other side, hot blood already beginning to soak his lower half.

 

"Your chest now, kiddo. One under and one in the center."

 

Virgil complied, holding back a scream as the excruciating pain shot through him. Patton let it drag on, taking his sweet time in telling him to stop. 

 

"Okey dokey!~ That's enough for now.", Patton clapped. 

 

Virgil stopped on command. He made a mess, though it was nothing compared to the agony he felt. His blood was still gushing out of him, the sight, the pain, made him burst into quiet tears. 

 

Patton's smile remained but he rolled his eyes, "Oh, hush. You're a Dark Side, you've had worse and those wounds will heal almost right away.", The moral side pat his cheek, "Now go clean up and head to bed. We have some filming to do tomorrow."

 

Patton began to walk away but stopped briefly, "Oh, and welcome to the family!"

 

With that, he left. 

 

From then on Virgil was forced to treat the Dark Sides exactly how Patton did. He didn't know how long Patton had him under control but it was apparently it was long enough that Janus had decided to take things into his own hands and make an appearance. Virgil was so overwhelmed with joy, he had completely forgotten the situation he was trapped in. 

 

"Dee! I'm so happy to see you!"

 

"Anyone who doesn't understand that should just shut up.", Virgil felt sick to his stomach. No, no!

 

The hurt on Janus's face filled him with so much guilt, "Virgil...it's me.", He said with an uncertain, broken voice, pointing to himself. , "Aren't we friends?"

 

"Of course we are! More than that, we're family!"

 

Virgil scoffed, "I'm not so sure we are."

 

Janus proceeded in his attempt to convince Thomas on his own and all Virgil could do was sit there, wishing he could scream that he didn't mean it.

 

Eventually, Janus being the clever snake he was, found his own way of having his voice heard. Virgil was happy, proud even but the guilt he felt was awful. If he had been there, this transition period would have been a lot smoother and they could've worked on it together. 

 

Patton was having none of it. The more obvious it became that the Dark Sides were getting closer to their goal, the more he doubled down on Virgil behaving more and more cruel forcing him to take his side at every turn. 

 

And every time Virgil wanted to shout that he was being controlled. That he didn't mean a word of it. He desperately wanted to embrace Janus and Remus and apologize for every nasty thing he was forced to say to them. 

 

And every time he thought that way, Patton punished him. There was nothing he could do. He may be stuck like this forever, regardless if the others were accepted or not. Patton would find a way to use him to undo all their progress. 

 

----

 

"Virgil really just abandoned us all and cozied up to ol' four eyes, huh?", Remus snarled with disgust. 

 

Janus hummed with agreement, resting his chin on his conjoined fingers, "Yes, it seems so.", He turned to the shorter side, "You know why, right?"

 

Remus kicked the chair next to him, " 'Course. I ain't fucking stupid! But what are we going to do? Personally, I just want to charge in there and beat the shit out of him until he lets Virgil go. But I'm guessing you're looking for something more tactful."

 

Janus, "Leave it to me, Remus. We'll go with the original plan of getting the other's defenses down."

 

"And Virgil?"

 

"We'll set him free, rest assured. But as you said we can't just rush into this. There's also the subject of demasking Patton's true nature. We'll have to settle that first if we want a solution long term."

 

"It sounds like Virgil's going to have to hang in there for awhile.", Remus gripped his sleeve in frustration. 

 

"Yes, with you watching over him."

 

Remus blinked, surprised. 

 

Janus merely smirked, "I trust you can protect him as much as possible in the meantime. Just...try not to be too obvious. I don't want to put our stormcloud in any further danger."

 

Remus beamed, pounding his chest proudly, "Roger that, cap!"

 

"Good.", Janus turned away from his younger sibling with a frown, "It'll be a long road but eventually, he will pay."

 

The deceitful side looked down, rubbing his thumb along the old hoodie Virgil had left behind. "Stay strong, Virgil."

@unsympathetic-october-2020

#unsympathetic patton #platonic sanders sides #sympathetic deceit #sympathetic remus #familial sanders sides #unsympathetic october #tw blood #tw knives #tw forced self harm #tw self harm #tw emotional abuse #tw verbal abuse #tw physical abuse #tw gaslighting #tw mind control #sanders sides #tw dehumanization #abusive patton #evil patton #patton is a bastard #victim virgil

[feverinfeveroutfic]

chapter twenty-nine: somewhere upstate

The next day, Sam knocked on Bill's door during her lunch break. She figured that it was best to merely get it all out of the way before she moved onto the real important work, like her homework for her general classes and the suggestion that she and Belinda needed to make for leather crafting. Meanwhile, Belinda herself had told her to meet up with her and Marla right around then: she hoped that this meeting would remain quick and concise lest she miss a lunch hour with her best girl friends.

“Come on in,” he called out from behind the panel; and she opened the door to find that he had not a single leaf of paper or a book to find be found anywhere on the surface of his desk. He did however signed onto something on the page before him on his lap. He then raised his head for a look over at her.

“Miss Shelley!” he declared at the sight of her, and he gestured to the chair before the desk. “Have a seat.”

She took her purse off of her shoulder and rested it on her lap once she had sank down in that wobbly chair. She shuffled her feet underneath her and she peered all around her: it had been only one of a handful of times that she had gone into his office. The other times she had gone into there for an appointment it was to sign up for classes or check up on her grant, and thus her heart pounded at the thought of something possibly serious happening there in the office.

“So what'd you want me to do for the senior project?” she began.

“Well, I figure that since—you're doing excellent in your classes,” he started, and he tucked the page away in his drawer in front of him, “that you could have a little sneak peek into it. I think it can genuinely get you ahead of the curve of everyone else.”

Sam shifted her weight in her seat. This had come onto her so fast that it almost felt like a betrayal of everything that she had worked for, and it also made her realize that school was about to end soon: another year and she would be out on her own as far as she knew, and she wondered what on earth she could do with an art degree besides working at a record label, where she kept her art closeted away from the world and those curious about it. But then again, Bill was her counselor: he helped out with signing up for new classes prior to the new quarter each and every time like clockwork: she never really put too much thought into it, either. Always a pop in and then she was out with a brand new schedule in a manner of five or ten minutes.

But perhaps he had some insight into it all at the end when the time came for her to walk across that stage.

“When do you think we can do it?” she asked him in a low voice.

“Well, I'm thinking that—since this is your junior year—” He pointed his finger down at the desk's surface, and she spotted a big fat golden ring on his pinky finger, something she had never seen before her in life. “—it won't be until next summer, the summer prior to your senior year. And I found out that it's next August.”

“Oh, wow. So plenty of time to figure it out.”

“Absolutely, absolutely. There's just one tiny little drawback, though.”

“What's that?”

Bill cleared his throat.

“I'm gonna need you to come with me out to California for it,” he said in a low voice, to which she frowned at that.

“With you?”

“Yes. Because I'm your counselor and also the driving force behind it.”

“And we have to actually go out to California, too?” she demanded, stunned. “Like—actually have to pick up everything and move to a new coast?”

“Yes. How long, I don't know. But it's part of the project, though.”

Sam let out a long low whistle. On one hand, it made sense to her. She had been wanting a change of pace and a break away from the tedium of going to school and checking in at work every other week. But then again, she had pitched a tent in New York City. This was her home, the place to call her own. To leave now would be insanity, and so soon after she had moved into the new apartment in Hell's Kitchen with Marla.

“Is—there a problem?” he gingerly asked her.

“Well—see, I just moved to a new place, not even a couple of months ago. I'm also just getting settled in, too. I would have to pick up again and take Marla with me.”

“Marla's got her own thing to deal with—this is between you and me, though. You are my star student and potentially a great artist who can be seen for centuries, Miss Shelley.” Sam squirmed in her seat when she thought about how closeted her art truly was in comparison to what Bill had seen in the past. As far as she knew, he only saw that one journal she had made in order to get into the school, thus it felt so sudden and so quick as well.

“Again, it's a ways off,” he continued, “but it's definitely something that I wish to do. With you. You have the Midas' touch, Miss Shelley. Whenever I speak with Miss Estes, she always praises you. And thus, I would love to work with you some day.”

She swallowed and nodded her head. At least she could trust the word of one of her long time teachers, and the one who organized the nude drawing of Cliff in the year before, too. But at the same time, something about the whole thing made her squirm in her seat. Maybe it was the lack of anything important on his desk or the huge ring on his finger never seen before, but something didn't feel right. Something she couldn't quite put her finger on.

“Tell you what,” he started again as he folded his hands over the overly clean surface of the desk, “I will sit in with you in one of your classes this semester—and I will make observations. And if you are fit enough for it, we can talk more about it. Because you don't look very comfortable right now, and I want you to be comfortable.”

She thought of all the things she had said to Joey before, all about him being comfortable. But at the same time once more, she had to trust him and take his word for it.

“When do you plan on doing that?” she asked him.

“What, sitting in?”

“Yeah.”

“I'm thinking closer to Halloween or somewhere around then. You know, so you're in the midst of it.”

“You're not gonna tell me what date, though, are you?”

“I want it to be a surprise,” he insisted, and that coaxed a chuckle out of her, albeit a nervous one; but he never changed his expression once for her. “But I will in fact do it, though.”

“Okay. So—I'll be on the lookout for you?”

“Now, now, you do that, you put yourself up for scrutiny and you hinder yourself all the while. I want to see you free flowing in your creativity. I want to see you in your element.”

She then sighed through her nose and relaxed her shoulders a bit, which she realized she had been hunching that whole time. She shifted her weight again, that time to relieve the pressure on her back.

“But I'll still be ready for you, though,” she insisted.

“Of course! I look forward to it, Miss Shelley.” He extended his hand for her and she took it for herself: his grip was rather lax, but not limp like a floating fish; thus it made her feel as though she was the one too strong. They stood their feet in unison and she turned a bit towards his desk: she spotted a framed photograph tucked away right behind him, one she had never seen before of two young girls, one with rich black hair and one with towheaded blonde hair.

“Never seen that picture before,” she pointed out, and he turned around to it.

“Oh, yeah! Those are my daughters—Matilda and Cassandra. Mattie and Cassie, if you will.”

She paused for a second.

“Wait, I didn't know you had kids,” she pointed out, to which he shrugged.

“They—kind of have a life of their own with their birth mother. I haven't been able to see them since they were born.”

“Oh, I see.”

“I just have this picture of them, but sometimes it's—a little hard to look at. So I always make sure to sit in front of it because—it can—it can hurt at times.”

She tilted her head to the side. Maybe she was wrong about him, especially if the despondent look upon his face was anything to go by.

“Where do they live?” she asked him.

“Out in California, believe it or not. Los Angeles area—and your neck of the woods believe it or not. Around Lake Elsinore.”

“Wow!” She raised her eyebrows at him. “Wouldn't it be something if you got to see them again, though? You know, during the project?”

“Yeah,” he softly said, and the look of despondency turned into one of thoughtfulness, “yeah, it definitely would be something.” He fell silent for a moment, and then he cleared his throat. “Well, I have a couple more people to talk to and a phone call I have to make.”

“Okay—I'm supposed to be meeting Marla and Belinda for lunch right now.”

“Say 'hi' to those two girls for me,” he called after her as she left the office.

She kept the whole thing in mind for the rest of the day, and in turn for the rest of the week until she remembered that she and Joey would have the weekend all to themselves. On that Friday afternoon, and when Marla still had one more class left to her helm, she took her seat on the couch right before the coffee table and in front of the usual spot Genie liked to lay on. She leaned back against the cushions and she wondered what exactly he had in mind for those next two days.

She gazed on at that vase on the table, the one that held those yellow tulips. To think that she and Belinda had crafted a series of tulips on Alex's new leather strap. It felt like something right out of a dream, or something that felt like a pure coincidence on Belinda's part. She probably didn't even mean to engrave tulips, however, it felt so obvious to Sam.

She lifted her attention to the shelf on the side of the room, where Marla had put the other square black and white box for the time being.

Inside of that box was that guitar strap that she and Belinda had made for him for his birthday. On the thirteenth, not the next Tuesday but the Tuesday after that, he would turn twenty seven, and the day after Columbus Day no less. Such a strange, faraway number to be, as if life was about to start and end at the same time, and following the date of the man who sailed the ocean blue and pitched a tent on the land of the Indians. The world of the Indians, left to their own whim against him.

She wondered if he would have the same reaction to the guitar strap as Alex did. There was so much she still hadn't figured out with Joey yet, and there behind him stood a whole other world, one that awaited her touch and her artistry. She could bring him to life through her own imagination, but then again, there had to be something more to him. She could guess all that she wanted with her own mind and by the stroke of her own pencil and her black inks.

There stood before her a real man with a full life story, almost twenty seven years worth of it, and she had merely uncovered a small sliver of it. He had a story to tell and one that she was willing to crawl upon for herself. One that she wanted to bring to life through her art.

Sam closed her eyes and thought of Joey himself. Those black curls as they swirled and waved behind his head like the tentacles of an octopus. His slender body wrapped in silken black leather and his large drummer hands tucked into those pockets against the cold bitter winds from the black waters of Lake Ontario. The man was art to her, art and a story that needed to be told to the rest of the world.

Sam was shaken out from her trance by a continuous knock on the door panel. She scrambled to her feet and she threw it open, and there before her stood Joey himself in those snug dark jeans and those black Chuck Taylors tied tight on his feet. His black curls were brushed right behind his head: they glistened under the soft hazy sunlight out there beyond the apartment building. She almost expected to find a bouquet of flowers in one hand and a corsage in lieu of that silver bracelet on his wrist.

“Hi,” she greeted him, and he leaned forward for the kiss on the side of her neck.

“Hi,” he returned the favor, complete with a warm welcoming smile on his face. His brown eyes shone with life and his dark skin was smooth and healthy.

“Oh, my god, you look excellent,” she remarked to him. “Like, healthy.”

“It's what I get for abstaining from the booze for the past few weeks,” he told her. “I'm not even gonna touch it again.”

“Good! That's excellent, Joey.” He then strode into the apartment and ran his fingers through his black curls. “Just realized this is only the second time I've come to your new place. I mention this 'cause it actually took me a little bit to figure out, but—”

“Here you are,” she declared as she gestured for him to have a seat on the couch next to her, and he did just that: he spread his legs a little bit to ease the tightness of his jeans on the upper part of his thighs.

“Now, mind you—this is the last weekend I'm gonna be able to spend time with you,” he told her. “On Sunday night, I gotta get on the next red eye and fly up to Oslo from Syracuse.”

“Oslo! For the European stint of the tour, I presume.”

“Yup, going all the way to Christmas and the girls—the Cherry Suicides—are gonna be with us, too. I guess Metallica is gonna be out there with us, too, at some point. Just not sure when. Charlie knows about it more than I do. And I will say this, though: I'm gonna spend my birthday in Germany, too.”

“Lucky you,” she remarked with a smirk on her face. “Would you like something to eat or drink before we go upstate?”

“Actually I was thinkin' of spending the night here tonight if you and Marla don't mind,” he confessed. “I was gonna tell ya at Alex's birthday party the other day but y'know—there was like no time to do it.”

“Right, right. Well, she's still at school but when she gets home, we can run it by her together.” She then cleared her throat. “Well, seeing as you're gonna be in a far away place for the next bunch of weeks, I might as well give you your birthday present.”

“Oh, boy!” he said with an excited clap of the hands. Sam then turned to the shelf, and took the box off of there, and handed it to him.

“Happy unbirthday,” she told him, and he couldn't resist the chuckle at that. Unlike Alex's neat unraveling, Joey peeled back the paper at the corner of the box like a banana peel and revealed the cardboard interior. Eager, he took off the lid and he raised his eyebrows at what was inside there.

“A belt?” he asked her.

“Guitar strap. When Bel and I were making the one for Alex, we made one for you right next to it.”

“Oh my god,” he breathed out as he lifted the strap right out from its hiding place and set the box off to the side, right on the cushion next to him. His brown eyes caressed over those colorful engravings like a young boy at Christmas.

“First thing I'm doin' when we go back to Camillus is putting this right onto my guitar,” he vowed to her. “This is just—this is beyond beautiful.”

Sam took two steps towards him with her arms wide open and he held her close right there.

She then held back for a better look back at him.

“By the way, I've been meaning to ask you this,” she started, and he gazed up at her with a look of interest on his face, “—why did you pick up a guitar from Dave, but not from Alex? As far as I know and as far as you know, Dave isn't the one who took lessons from Joe Satriani.” And at the drop of the hat, his expression hardened at the sound of Alex's name.

“'Cause Dave doesn't wave it in my face all the time,” he grumbled.

“What do you mean?” she asked with a shake of her head.

“You know, that time when Alex and I got in that scuffle? Like, right before that happened, literally every other word out of his mouth was 'Satriani this' and 'Satriani that' and it got on my nerves so fast.”

“Well, maybe he was just proud of it,” she pointed out. “Maybe he was trying to give himself credibility. I know I would've done the exact same.”

Joey rolled his eyes and shook his head at that. The wound was still very much raw with him, but she didn't want Joey to take her upstate and then have him leave for Europe on a sour note like what happened with Cliff.

Within time, Marla returned to the apartment with a mountain of homework on her end, which left Sam and Joey to their own devices for the night. She was overjoyed when he talked about spending the night with them before he took Sam back upstate with him for a day. She thought about his guitar back at his place, and also if there really was something more to him.

She gazed on at him from the side of the kitchen table as they ate their dinner, right at his side profile, and she thought of the drawing in her journal. More to that man than she had ever believed before. More to the world behind those deep brown irises: that venom originated from somewhere on the earth.

Genie slunk into the room with her tail erect straight from her body and she rubbed on Joey's legs. He reached down so as to stroke the top of her head and she squinted her golden eyes at the feeling of his fingers on her soft black fur. Sam took a glimpse up at the warm little smile on his face as Genie slunk around his ankles and bumped her head right under his knee: all the while, she gave him a loud, contented purr. So much more to this man than she had originally believed before.

After dinner, he helped her and Marla clear the table, and the latter went back into her room to prepare her essay for a class.

“It's only five hundred words, though,” she assured them.

“Five hundred words?” Joey echoed her as he refilled his glass of water from the pitcher in the fridge. “Wish I could write that much, to be perfectly honest.”

“Yeah, you can do it, Marla,” Sam encouraged her. Marla then showed her a smile and she doubled back into her bedroom: she left the door slightly ajar in any which case of them needing her for something, or if Genie wanted to join her in there. Meanwhile, Joey drank down his water in four large gulps and then he turned to Sam with a twinkle in his eye.

“Wanna get some ice cream?” he offered her in a low voice.

“Ice cream?” She gaped at him. “It's kinda late, though, don't ya think?”

“Not at all,” he replied, still with his voice low. “The first time Anthrax went overseas with Metallica and Metal Church we ate ice cream all the time. Well, Danny and I did. We'd go to some place in West Germany and just chow down on the lush ice cream they had there for us.”

“And it is Friday, too,” she pointed out.

“It is Friday, and I'm leaving Sunday night, too. Yeah, let's take a walk down the block. You and me.”

Sam was about to take her purse off of the hook when Joey stopped her right in her tracks.

“No, no—I'll pay this time.”

“Hey, you've actually got money now!” she proclaimed as she fixed her dark hair.

“Hell yeah, I do. It's only gonna get even better with time, too.” He gave her a wink and then he led her outside to the cool, overcast evening. A gentle breeze was blowing through the apartment complexes surrounding them there in Hell's Kitchen: indeed, up the block stood an ice cream parlor, still open just for them.

“You know those songs that Scott left behind for us?” he recalled over the noise of the street. “The ones Charlie shared with us during the auditions?”

“Oh, yeah. Vaguely.”

“During the birthday party, he told me to go ahead and put those down on the new album.”

“You guys are already working on a new album?” she asked him with a bit of glee.

“Yeah, we kinda haveta,” he replied as he moved closer to her on the sidewalk. “Right before Alex left to go upstate, Jon told us that Among the Living is going crazy on the charts right now. We're kinda superstars now, Sam.”

“Pretty soon, you'll do a collaboration with Madonna and Prince!” she joked, and he laughed at that.

“I dunno 'bout Madonna, but Prince would be rad as all hell, though.”

Soon, they reached the ice cream shop and he held the door for her. It was the first time Sam had gone into this place as well, and thus the smell of chocolate and fresh sprinkles welcomed her as if it welcome her home. Joey offered to buy the two of them two large cups of chocolate and vanilla ice cream: him with the rainbow jimmies on top, and her with the big fat chocolate caps.

“Some day we'll have all the ice cream at our every whim,” he promised her as he raised his cup to her, and she clinked the edge of hers against it for a toast. They both dug into their ice cream in unison. Rich and creamy and velvety against her tongue, and the chocolate was perfectly hand in hand with the vanilla and the chips on top.

“Not just all the ice cream in the world but the chocolate as well,” she told him as they stood outside on the sidewalk together. They proceeded to walk on back to the apartment; before they reached the corner, Joey cleared his throat.

“Can I ask you sump'n? Seeing as you're officially my girlfriend now.”

“Sure,” she replied, and then she took another bite. She also realized that, if the project Bill wanted her to do took place out in California, she would have to leave Joey behind, and the very thought of that made her heart sink a little bit. For all she knew, this may have been one of the last times she could walk with him to her apartment together, between his tour and her knee deep in schoolwork.

“Never mind, I'll tell ya later,” he quipped with a wave of his hand. He kept on eating his ice cream all the way until they reached the building a block away from the harbor. She unlocked the door for him and they made their way inside. At that point, it was nearly ten o'clock, but the look of fatigue on his face told Sam that he was ready for bed.

“I'll just crash on the couch,” he told her as he scraped the last bites of ice cream and rainbow sprinkle from the bottom of his cup.

“You sure? My bed's real comfy.” He snickered at that, but he was adamant about it. Once he finished his ice cream, he took his seat on the couch and untied his Chucks. Sam realized he was serious as she finished her ice cream soon enough. She fetched him a blanket and a pillow out from the hall closet, and he stretched out across the couch with his feet up to the opposite arm. She tucked the pillow beneath his head of black curls and he pulled the soft fleece blanket up to his chin.

“You comfy?” she asked him in a gentle voice.

“Yeah.” He snuggled down into the cushions and he showed her a warm little smile. “This is a comfy couch, Sam I am.”

“Zelda slept her when we were all over in England,” she told him. “When Marla, Bel, and I got home, she was out like a light.”

“Wow. Gonna look forward to seein' her again. Her and those three badass chicks.”

“Bring me home something, too, if you can,” she suggested him.

“No need to tell me,” he assured her. “I already have sump'n in mind for ya.” He flashed her another wink which he then followed with a little grin.

“Good night, Joey,” she told him.

“G'night, Sam,” he replied back. She stood to her feet and made her way over to the lamp. She knew Marla was still up but she needed to give Joey his darkness; thus she switched it off for him. Using the light from Marla's bedroom at the far end of the hall, she crept on back to her own room.

“Sam?” Joey started out of the blue.

“Hm?” She froze right in place.

“Can I ask you sump'n?”

“Sure.” She could make out the outline of the couch as well as the sides of his face and his black curls. “Seeing as you didn't on the walk home...” She knelt down before the couch, right in front of his face.

“How would you feel if I asked you for a kiss good night?” he asked her in a near whisper. “Y'know, seeing as Marla's not gonna bother us at all.”

“I'd love to give you a kiss good night,” she confessed, and without another moment's hesitation, she leaned into his face and pressed her lips onto those smooth dark ones. As smooth as silk, as decadent as the very chocolate she had eaten in the few moments prior to then, as cool and sweet as the very ice cream they had eaten up.

“Good night, Joey,” she told him right into his face.

“C'mon, gotta do better than that,” he insisted. She gave her hair a toss back and she leaned into his face once more, that time for a bigger heartier, longer kiss on the lips. She held there for a few seconds before she rested her hands on either side of his face: his skin was soft and healthy to the touch. He let out a soft groan from his throat at the feeling.

“Not with Marla in the next room,” she whispered to him.

“Damn it. Okay.”

She gave him another kiss before she ran her fingers through the black curls upon his head out of affection. She headed back to her room for the rest of the night: once she walked in through the door, the fatigue settled over her as well. It wasn't that late and yet she felt ready for bed herself.

She was quick to undress and change into her camisole and her pajama shorts, and then she strode across the hall in order to brush her teeth. Even with the tooth brush and the spearmint, she could still taste Joey on her lips. Even as she crawled into bed and switched off her light, she could still taste him there.

Sam lay her head down on the pillow and closed her eyes. The mysterious man in her dreams lay down next to her there in bed, with his head propped up in the palm of his hand and his eyes fixed on her. His body was a lot more shapely than she had originally imagined him to be, especially when held next to the darkness of her room.

“So much is happening right now,” he whispered to her.

“Too much is happening right now,” she confessed.

“It's alright, though—just don't erase me is all I ask of you.” She rolled her head over the surface of the pillow for a look into his eyes but he vanished into the thin air of sleep. She drifted into a dreamless realm and she awoke to the sound of Marla laughing at something in the next room.

Sam was quick to crawl out of bed, and she made her way into the living room to find Joey had fallen off of the couch and Genie lay down on the small of his back.

“Oh, dear,” Sam declared. Joey then lifted his head from the carpet and he stared up at her and Marla with the sleep still very much riddled in his eyes.

“I almost don't even wanna get up,” he admitted to them, but Marla stooped down and picked Genie off of him, and held her close to her chest. It was still early, given the gray light from the rising sun filtered through the filmy curtains on the far side of the room and Joey was still rather sleepy as he rolled over onto his back. But he glanced up at Sam with an eager expression on his face.

“Want me to get dressed?” she asked him, to which he quickly nodded his head.

“And would you like me to take my drawing stuff with me?” she offered him.

“Please!” he insisted with a gesture of his hand.

Within time, and after a cup of coffee all around and hugs from Marla, Sam had dressed and she and Joey headed out the door to his car parked down the block. The rain fell all around them as he led her to the passenger side.

“Don't ask me why but the lock on the driver's side started malfunctioning,” he told her as he unlocked the car. “I can only unlock it from the passenger's side.”

“Huh.” But Sam climbed into the seat and she shut the door behind her. He then climbed into the driver's seat and fired up the car.

Soon he found the way to the freeway out of New York City and onward to the upstate region. The clouds hung low over them with the impending autumnal darkness, but Sam was more than happy to be next to Joey once again. The skyline fell away from them within time and they were met with the open road and the vast stretches of multicolored forest. All manner of red and orange all around them: fall had made its way to the Northeast and in such colorful fashion to boot.

“One of these days,” he began as he took the turn off to Monticello, “and by one of these days, I mean when we get home from Europe—we're takin' you and the girls to go see Iron Maiden. Go see 'em for real.”

“Like actually genuinely for real?” she asked him, to which he nodded right at her for a few seconds.

“Hell yeah, gotta see the Maiden. I guess Zelda really wants to see 'em. I also got sump'n to show ya when we get to the house. You're gonna love it, too.”

The rain continued to fall all around them, even as the sun poked its head out from behind the vast stretch of cloud cover over them. Joey squinted his eyes against the bright glare against the soaked pavement before them.

“Hand me my sunglasses for me, please and thank you,” he told her. “They're in the glove box.”

She took those big mirrored sunglasses out of hiding for him, and he unfolded them with just two fingers before he slipped them on over his big brown eyes. He was silent the whole way up towards the halfway point of Binghamton, but Sam kept her eyes on those dark lips, especially since they were from the side at that point. She thought about the drawing in her journal, the same journal upon her lap as well as the one she handed in to Bill for a place into the school. Joey from the side, with that straight Roman nose and those soft little dark lips.

She still had yet to draw him out again for a stained glass drawing, and she hoped that she could do it for him by the time they reached his place in Camillus.

By the time they reached the heart of Binghamton and the stoplight at the center of it all, the rain stopped for a moment, but Sam knew more awaited them up ahead. But the sun poked out once again over them as if it welcomed them back home. Joey peered over his sunglasses to the meters behind the steering wheel. Sam peered out the window and she recognized that other head of soft black curls. She recognized that little plume of silver over the crown of his head, even from clear across the street and through the small rivers on the outside of the windows. That little plume stood up high and bright like a little bit of genuine silver in the crisp sunlight.

“Oh, hey, there's Alex,” she muttered: two older people stood before him. They looked to be in line for something. “Alex with his parents.”

“He's a freak,” Joey remarked without looking over to them.

“Who? Alex?”

“Yeah.”

“How so?”

“He's just a freak.”

“Joey,” Sam scoffed.

“What?” He frowned at her from behind the mirrored sunglasses. She stared on at her own reflection in those two lenses.

“He's a good boy and a nice kid,” she insisted. “Yeah, he's a little bit precocious but I can tell you that he's a good kid, though.”

Joey never said anything as he took his foot off of the brake, and they lunged forward along the main artery of the town. Soon, they returned to the highway and made their way forth towards Camillus. The clouds gathered over them and blanketed the sun once more: the rain returned with a vengeance. Joey flicked on the windshield wipers to full force so those little rivulets would stay at bay. Nothing like the monsoon flow out in the California desert, but still something strong enough for him to slow to a crawl at one point.

Sam recognized the Syracuse skyline up ahead, but Joey took another turn off to that little town in question.

“Jesus, this is a lot of rain,” he remarked as he bowed his head and kept his eye on the gages. “I don't think it's ever rained this much in one sitting before here.”

“Remember that one time I came up here?” Sam recalled. “Like last year or something? Same thing happened there.”

“That was a lot of rain in and of itself,” he said with a nod of his head. “But this is like twice that, though. Look at that! I can't hardly see the yellow line between us.”

“Wanna stop?” she suggested to him.

“Nah, I see the signs up ahead,” he assured her. “Thank you, though. If we were closer to Binghamton or even the City, I might'a pulled over.”

They almost crawled back to his apartment, which felt so alien and out of place against the sheer amount of rain all around them. Sam kept her head bowed and her journal tucked under her jacket as she and Joey scurried back to his place. He still had his sunglasses on as he took his keys out of his pocket.

“You got it?” she asked him over the roar of the rain.

“Oh, yeah.”

He almost fumbled the keys but he unlocked the front door. They almost stumbled into the front part of the warm, dry apartment. He was quick to take off his sunglasses and wipe his face with the palm of his hand. Sam shut the door behind her and shook her damp head about.

“Anyways, I gotta show this to ya,” he told her as he gestured over to the kitchen. There on the shiny clean linoleum floor in between the oven and the table there stood a little drum kit, complete with a series of cymbals and a small kick drum with a black head on the front side.

“Mr. Drummer!” she exclaimed, and without sparing another second, he rounded the side of the kit, and took to the stool, and picked up a pair of drum sticks. He had wedged it in such a tight space that she worried about him hitting his knee on the corner of something.

“Lemme show ya how we do things here in upstate,” he said in a loud voice, loud enough for her to hear over the roar of the rain. He clicked his drum sticks together and then made a drum roll for her on his snare first. Then he turned to his biggest splash cymbal. He proceeded on a quick drum line that almost sounded as though Charlie was drumming before her. Joey hardly moved his arms but his feet seemed to bounce on the kick drum.

“One of these days,” he shouted over his own racket, and he hit the splash cymbal once again. He let the reverb of it dissipate before he spoke again. “One of these days—I'm gonna sing while I drum.”

“Go for it, Joseph!” she shouted back to him and he laughed before he hit the cymbal once more. It was as if she had opened up something new with him. Something new and something that she needed to bring to life through art. The tight way in which he moved and the way it was so effortless with him left her in awe, and it left her fingers tingling, itching to draw something for him and only for him.

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A/N: Request from @toshisurtsdottir and three anons. Jack is finally back! ;-)

Words: 1846 Warnings: fluff, smut, mentions of slavery

“Tell me again why I am helping you. I want to make sure it is worth it.” Jack’s plans were downright suicidal—every single time. Whether it was using a canon to send himself flying across ships, wearing women’s clothes to leave a village undetected by guards or stealing a treasure with nothing but his underpants on and a bottle of rum in hand… Captain Jack Sparrow was crazy. Crazy and so damn lucky he hadn’t gotten himself killed yet.

But you knew of course why you helped him. You were in his debt. Only a few months back, Jack had literally saved your life. If it weren’t for him, you would now be living as a sex slave for a bunch of dirty and unwashed pirates. You know… the kind of pirates that made Jack look like a saint. When you couldn’t offer him anything in return, you instead joined his crew and promised to help him sail the seven seas. It was a sneaky situation, really, for Jack was the one who had gotten you into your predicament in the first place.

You had served drinks in a shady bar in the suburbs, working for your stepfather. Jack had dragged you straight into one of his infamous escapes when he introduced himself as a harmless sailor and impressed you so much with his stories you eagerly followed him through the back door to take a look at his ship, his beloved Black Pearl. Not knowing anything about pirate ships, the name had not rung a bell… not until with a start, soldiers stormed the harbour and fired pistols at you two. To keep you from getting shot, Jack simply threw you over his shoulder and hurried on deck, ordering his crew to take off immediately.

As it turned out, Jack had merely used you as an alibi to leave the bar undetected. But at the very least, he had had enough heart to keep you alive and well—in fact, whenever they stole food and brought it on board, Jack insisted you took the best bits.

When those filthy pirates had attacked you (because apparently there was nobody in the seven seas Jack had not upset at some point), you were taken captive, locked up in a wet cell. The last thing you remembered before blacking out was Jack’s voice shouting to bring you to safety.

Ever since then… you had been hoping that the feelings you had developed for the cheeky pirate were reciprocated. Gibbs had told you not to put your hopes up, for Jack’s one and only love was the sea. But why, then, had he saved your life? He could have just left you to die and yet he chose against it.

“C’mon, luv. It’s not that bad! An’ not a drop of rum involved!”

Amused, you raised an eyebrow. “Yes, probably because you’re already drunk.”

The ship he meant to raid, more or less, was called the Cube and it was currently sailed by traitors of the crown. They had stolen a bunch of treasures they now meant to spend on alcohol and whores on Tortuga… Jack pretty much wanted the same but at least, he was going to share with you. The money, that was. Not the whores, of course.

“No, I’m not!” He exclaimed, giving you a cheeky wink in the process. You sighed. You doubted this “brilliant” plan of his was going to go well.

-

“I told you so.” You had waited for hours on end to tell him those four smug words, not wanting to embarrass him in front of the other pirates. Now that their ship was sailing away from the tiny island they had marooned you on to die though, your anger slowly mixed with panic and fear.

Jack had made one crucial mistake and you were dying to ask him what on Earth he had been thinking... after you had allowed him to kiss you senseless, for somehow, your cheeky pirate had managed to show them he cared about you when they forced you to walk the plank.

The words still rang in your ears, making you dizzy.

“Pre’y li’le thing… would be a shame tah let her walk the plank. What’yer think, luv, yer gonna be a good girl for us?”

“Don’t yer dare touch her!” Jack interfered furiously.

You swallowed thickly. You would have found a way to alert his crew to find the island and get him back; and while you cursed you were now both trapped, all you wanted was for Jack to finally tell you if he did reciprocate your feelings, after all. It was quite obvious by now… but was it really love?

Jack only hummed in response, distracted. Clearly, there was something on his mind.

“You haven’t, by any chance, hidden rum on this island as well, have you?”

“Afraid not,” he replied. “It’ll be dark soon, gonna find us some wood for a fire.”

You nodded.

You collected the fire wood in silence, fatigue washing over you both as the adrenaline slowly wore down. You swam for your life today. The sea was full of sharks in this area.

Once it was dark and the cosy fire was crackling in front of you, casting eerie shadows on the sand, you both sat, admiring the waves crashing at the shore and the stars sparkling in the black sky above you.

“I thought yer were gonna die today, luv.” Jack suddenly said when you leaned against him, comfortably using him as a pillow. You chuckled.

“I almost die every day with those alleged ‘brilliant’ plans of yours.” You joked. You could sense he was grinning when his arm came up to wrap around your shoulder and pull you closer. Your heart sped up.

“Jack…” You murmured.

“Hmm? We’ll get off this bloody island, don’t you worry, luv.”

“Yeah. I just… what am I to you? Today… the look on your face when they threatened to take me… you could have let me die many times but you always saved me.”

“Yer the only woman on board the Black Pearl. The only woman who doesn’t bring about bad luck.” He answered absentmindedly. “An’ yer trouble. That’s why I like you.”

“You like me, huh? I like you too, you silly pirate.”

Returning his grin, you looked up at him, his chocolate brown eyes locking with yours. When your gaze first met his this intensely, you had known that Jack Sparrow was no evil man. Yeah, he was a pirate and a thief, he lied and he cheated but he also had a good heart. Biting your lower lip, you leaned forward, wrapped your hand around his neck and kissed him.

If he wasn’t going to make the first move and there was a chance you were gonna die on this island, you had to take matters in your own hands… and moaned when Jack reciprocated your kiss.

“Hey… easy there, luv. Did you find some rum after all? An’ why did you drink it without me? Can’t take advantage of a young woman on an island, can I?” His grin grew even wider, devilishly, before he captured your lips in another kiss. “You know what, I think I can.”

Eagerly, he rolled you both over so he came out on top. Jack’s hands began to explore your body in ways he had longed to do for so long it felt unreal to feel your curves underneath his palms now. It didn’t take him long to open the white shirt which was way too big on your body and freed your breasts to cup them greedily.

His tongue sneaked into your mouth to intensify the kiss, never breaking body contact once. Within a matter of minutes, he had gotten rid of both your trousers and discarded them in the sand, your bare bottom against the both soft and rough ground. Jack positioned himself between your legs quickly, his hands still pampering your body, his lips massaging yours.

You were so wet for him at this point, your arousal growing with every passing second, you let your legs fall open willingly, arching your back and presenting your bare neck to his hungry mouth. You gasped when he left a love bite, the tip of his cock leaking precum pressing against your slick entrance.

Impatiently, you dug your nails into his back and pulled him even closer to you, his dreadlocks tickling your skin. Another moan escaped your lips, fuelling Jack’s lust. How he had gotten so hard so fast you had no idea as long as you got to feel him inside of you now.

“What are you waiting for!” You groaned.

Jack grinned. “Cherishing the moment, luv.”

You bucked your hips to tease him, his tip brushing against your clit and making you gasp. Then, finally, the pirate guided his member into your warmth not fast but unrelenting. Pausing for only the fraction of a second to let you adjust to his girth, he began to thrust into you hard and wanting, his lips coming down to meet yours again in the process.

Breathing heavily now, you wrapped your legs around his hips, meeting his strokes eagerly. Should you tell him you had never done this before? Should you tell him you had never thought it could feel this good? Other women had told you it would hurt and that there was going to be blood on the sheets the morning after. But right now, you were too aroused to care. Nothing hurt. This felt amazing. Jack felt amazing. For Heaven’s sake, you were being deflowered by a pirate, on the beach!

And Jack surely knew what he was doing and how to make a woman scream. You moaned when he slightly changed his angle and sped up, hitting a pleasure spot hidden so deep inside of you, you squirmed, unknowing such a spot even existed.

He groped your breasts and kneaded them ferociously, playing with your hardened nipples until you were but a whimpering mess underneath him and screamed out his name as you came, scaring away a few seagulls as you did. Jack followed you promptly, emptying his load inside of you with a grunt. You could feel him pulse inside you all the while your walls still contracted around him. Only when you both stilled and Jack slid out of you so he wouldn’t collapse on top of you, pulling you into his arms so your head came to rest on his heaving chest.

“Was that good, luv?” He asked, knowing very well it was. Hell, even better than that.

You chuckled timidly. “Yeah… I kind of want to do it again. You know… I ought to thank that bastard for marooning us on this godforsaken island.”

“Once we got away from here, you can thank him. After I got me treasure.”

You shrugged. There was no rush to get away now. “He’ll have to wait.”

“Yes… just a few days.” Jack agreed cheekily. It didn’t take him too long to recover for another round.

-

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hello. have you seen this post by @notsomightymightytiger?? that’s my friend!!! and this is completely and utterly inspired by that and completely and utterly written for her. love you stabby friend <3

also known as: the tigers go to disneyland, kateva like to kiss, chess, reese and mattie have an understated bromance and cheerwives can actually be fluffy for once

tw: swearing, theme park kind of things??? aka rollercoasters and fireworks and all that. as always, let me know if i’ve missed anything

(sidenote idk if you can tell but i have never in my life been to disneyland don’t come for me if i wrote it all wrong i tried my best)

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"We're going to Disneyland."

There was silence in the gym for a solid thirty seconds before all hell broke loose.

"WhAT???"

"Wait, really?!?"

"Oh my God, Riley, you're the best, oh my gOd!"

"Why the fuck did you think that taking us to fucking Disneyland was a good idea??" Kate looked less than pleased at the proposition, a stark contrast to the delighted faces of Reese and Mattie.

Riley smiled brightly. "Team bonding!!"

Kate rolled her eyes. "Right. Of course." Their voice rose in pitch, sarcasm delicately lacing their words. "For the best of the team-"

Chess cut them off, not so subtly stamping on her foot. "Katherine, please."

Farrah had been wobbling on her tiptoes, peering over Annleigh's shoulder. She gave a long-suffering groan. "Annleigh, Clark's not a Tiger, he can't come."

"But-"

"No. It's unfair."

Annleigh ignored her sister and switched her attention to Riley, making her best puppy eyes at the captain. Riley only widened her smile. It probably hurt her face a little bit. "You know what? Fine. Clark can come. It's gonna be fun, right?!"

Annleigh giggled at the answer, sticking her tongue out at a fuming Farrah. Kate was in a similar predicament, being held back by a smirking Chess with an arm around their shoulder. They pulled out their phone as well, already dialling a number, “If Annleigh’s boyfriend gets to come, then my girlfriend should be allowed as well. Otherwise that’s nepotism.”

“Fine.” Riley was steadily regretting her decision to hold a cheer trip. On her left, Cairo squeezed her hand, pressing a kiss to her shoulder. Kate gagged in their direction. “You better not, Kate, or I’m banning your girlfriend from Disneyland.”

“Fuck you.”

“Wait,” Reese spoke up, “If Kate and Annleigh can have Eva and Clark, and Cairo and Riley have each other, can I bring my boyfriend?”

“No more significant others!” Riley clapped her hands, ignoring Reese’s pout. “If you can’t get Eva and Clark here in the next eight minutes, we will be leaving them behind! I paid so much money for these tickets and we will not be late.”

The team headed towards the door, being greeted by Eva and Clark already standing beside Cairo’s minivan. They split the rides evenly between the van and Chess’ car (Kate was more than pissed to find that their best friend had been in on the plan all along). 

At one point, Mattie took Reese’s hand. “Hey, even if you can’t bring your boyfriend, you’ve got me, right? Ultimate bromance and all that?”

Reese grinned and squeezed the freshman’s hand. “Hell yeah.”

-

“I want that pin.”

“No, you don’t.” Reese hugged the Belle pin closer. 

Chess held out a hand. “Yeah, but I do though.”

Reese shook her head.

“Look, I’ll give you my Tinkerbell diamond one.” They held out the rare pin in their other hand.

“No! Belle is my favourite!”

“She’s my favourite as well though!”

Cairo sighed. “We’ve been here literally ten minutes.”

Reese linked arms with Mattie, turning on her heel to walk off, “I’m going now and you’re not getting my Belle pin!!!!”

“HEY!” Chess chased after the two, trying so hard to keep up their grumpy demeanour and failing when a smile crept onto their face.

Turning to an anxious-looking Riley, Cairo sighed again. By now, she’d sighed more than she’d spoken today. “Chess does know that they could just... buy their own Belle pin if they really wanted, right???”

“It’s the fun of it, Cai.” Riley looked around, craning her neck. “Where on Earth have the other five members of our team gone?”

“Holy shit.” At this rate, Cairo must have been running out of oxygen from the intense sighing. “It has been. Ten. Minutes.”

-

Farrah wouldn't call herself a Disneyland regular, but she's been a few times before. She remembered a time before her mother had left, when she was still just a little kid, coming to the park for the first time. It had been the kind of magical that only a child can experience, filled with glitter and laughter and something that might have been called family. Her mother bought bubblegum flavoured cotton candy, handing the stick to a seven-year-old Farrah with a smile and a wink. They agreed that it was the first thing that you had to do when going to Disneyland - buy cotton candy. Every time since, Farrah bought the same bubblegum pink sugar from the same tacky stand and ate it with the same wonder as she did the very first time.

Now, Farrah had a new family. In, perhaps, more ways than one. Here, away from home, she's still with her family, maybe a slightly dysfunctional one made up of teenage cheerleaders (and Clark), but still, they are her family in one way or another.

Annleigh returned as Farrah was mulling over all this, a stick of worryingly neon pink cotton candy in her hand. "Figured you'd want to start the day off with your usual sugar rush."

Farrah took the treat with a smile, wondering if Annleigh is only so glad to buy such unhealthy food because at least it's not alcohol. "Thanks."

"Come on, ladies! We've got a whole park to explore!" Clark had apparently already visited a store, a pair of Mickey ears stretched over his head. Farrah rolled her eyes, but followed her sister and brother-in-law (nearly) further down the street because, after all, they are her family.

-

“I can’t believe you’ve never been to fucking Disneyland before,” Eva looked mildly horrified, “Has Chess never taken you?”

“I didn’t really want to go.”

Eva narrowed her eyes. “Why the fuck-”

“Reasons.” Kate’s voice was sharp and Eva backed off, only kissing the top of their head. Kate squeezed her hand in response. “Anyway, come on, show me everything. Mountain rides challenge, right?”

“Ugh, Katie, the queues with be forever...”

“Lucky for you, I’ll be there to while away the time with you.” She winked, laughing when Eva blushed. “Let’s go.”

-

Of all the things to happen at Disneyland, Reese was not expecting to get sneak attacked by a literal cuddly pig. She yelped, reaching a hand to smack it away, nearing the point of ‘this might as well happen’, when a small head poked out from behind the toy. Mattie grinned, “Boo!”

“Jesus Christ, you scared the life out of me.”

The younger girl giggled brightly. “Look what I got!”

“...Is that the pig from Moana?”

“Obviously.” Mattie rolled her eyes. “You should know by now that Moana is the best Disney movie of all time.”

Reese rummaged in her backpack for a second before pulling out yet another pin. “Look! Moana pin. Girl, I would give it to you, but me and Chess are tryna see who can get the most pins by the end of the day. Speaking of, was Chess in the store?”

“Yeah, actually.” She hesitated. “Dude, I hate to tell you this, but they had a Belle pin.”

“Shit.”

-

Perhaps queuing had been a mistake. It had probably been hours. Kate would have known more accurately if they’d worn a watch like Chess always told them to. She was stubborn though, and hadn’t. “Aves...” 

“Yeah?”

“How long have we been waiting?”

“Twenty-five minutes.”

“Oh.” They craned their neck to see over the heads in front of them, realising that they were only a few people from the front. “Oh.”

Eva laughed and took her partner’s hand again, “Told you the queues were long.”

However, in only a matter of minutes, they were seated in an uncomfortable car, the seatbelts just a little too tight to be comfortable and a little too loose to feel actually safe. To say Kate was uncomfortable would be an understatement. She was also maybe a tiny bit scared. 

Eva squinted at them. “You look like you’re gonna throw up.”

“I’m fine.” 

And so the ride began.

Around halfway through, they began the steady climb to the highest peak. Kate turned to Eva, yelling over the shouts of other passengers. “Hey, babe? Remember when I said I didn’t come here with Chess because of reasons? Now might be a good time to tell you that those reasons are that I’m scared of heights.” 

“You fucking idiot.” Eva turned carefully to them, holding their hands tighter, worry and amusement shining in her eyes. The car reached the peak of the ride. “Look at me and don’t fucking think about looking down. It’s okay.” She cupped her cheek. They fell suddenly and Kate's heart jumped into her throat. Eva laughed a little at their surprise. “You know what they say, babe, you gotta confront your fears straight on.”

“I can’t do anything straightly.”

And that was how they found themselves kissing on a rollercoaster, hair slightly in their faces, just as the camera shutter went off. 

-

The team somehow reconvened for lunch, stopping on a bench somewhere as Clark unpacked a multitude of sandwiches and juice boxes. Of course, only Clark, Annleigh and Riley ended up eating the home-brought food, everyone else opting to buy their own trashy, mostly-sugar lunch. 

“How the fuck did you know to bring all this if we only organised the trip this morning?” Kate sounded suspicious, eyeing Clark like he was the imposter. 

Clark looked mildly sheepish. “Oh... We all knew already.”

“WHAT?”

“Yeah, sorry Kitkat.” Chess stifled a snort of laughter. “We organised this weeks ago. We had a group chat and everything.”

Kate spluttered for a second. “Alright, traitors, who else was left out of this?”

Mattie, Farrah and Reese all raised a hand. 

“This makes no sense. Cairo, I trust you to tell the truth, why the fuck didn’t you tell us?!”

Cairo smirked. “We didn’t tell Mattie and Farrah because they’re children-”

“Rude!” Mattie smacked Cairo on the arm. “I am possibly more responsible than half of the rest of you.”

Riley cut in. “Don’t be silly, Cai. We didn’t tell Reese, Mattie or Farrah because they like Disney the most and we wanted it to be a surprise treat for them.”

The rest of the group made noises of appreciation or fondness. Kate, however, was less than pleased, “What about me?!”

“Oh, we just wanted to see your face when we announced it.” Cairo didn't hold back.

“Fuck you all.” But they were holding back a smile, already moving on to the next thing. “Hey, Farrah, you okay? Why aren’t you eating?”

The sophomore groaned. “I feel sick.”

Annleigh hugged her sister to her side, rubbing her back gently. ‘It’s because you ate all that cotton candy earlier.”

“It was so good, though.” Farrah frowned, regretting her past-self and her need for sugar. 

Clark reached into his backpack, pulling out a pair of Minnie ears, before plonking them awkwardly on Farrah’s head. He grinned. “That’ll make you feel better!”

“Dude, I don’t know, but thanks for the effort.” She fought a smile, reaching up to arrange the ears around her plaits. 

-

Riley had been anxious about the trip ever since it had been first suggested. She’d pored over the plans for hours on end, triple checking each detail with Cairo and Chess. Now that they were here, it was all going well enough. Sure, maybe they had gotten lost a couple of times, and sure, maybe they hadn’t stayed as much of a team as she’d planned, but yeah, it was going fine. Everyone else was having fun. 

“Hey, Rye, you doing okay?”

She nodded with a smile, clutching Cairo’s hand. “Yup! All good!”

Cairo did not look convinced. “Look, you've been stressing about everyone else all day, how about we leave them be and go visit some princesses, huh?”

“Cai... Cai, that would be honestly amazing.” Hesitating, she watched the retreating backs of the rest of the team. “You’re sure they’ll be okay?”

“They’ll be fine, I promise. Besides, they’ve got Clark and Chess and Eva in case anything goes wrong.” The taller girl didn’t hesitate from naming who she perceived as the ‘responsible ones’. 

“Okay.” Riley opened her mouth to suggest a destination, when they were approached by the one and only Peter Pan. 

“Hey!”

“OhmygodCai.” She clung to her girlfriend’s arm. “It’s Peter Pan.”

Cairo snorted, nudging Riley to spark her reply. She watched as the two had what was possibly the purest and most wholesome conversation she had ever heard, sneakily taking photos that she would treasure because of Riley’s true delight. Riley skipped towards her after a couple of minutes, grinning properly from ear to ear. “That was so cool!”

“Amazing, Rye. Who shall we visit next?”

“Oh my God, we have to see Tangled!”

“....Rapunzel.”

Riley paused from where she was dragging Cairo into another set of rooms. “What?”

Cairo laughed, “She’s not called Tangled, babe, her name’s Rapunzel.” 

“Oh. Yeah, right, of course, forgot.”

The other girl only laughed harder. “You're so stupid, Jesus Christ, I love you.”

Riley blushed. “Love you too.”

-

“So you did the mountain rides challenge.”

“Yes. Obviously.”

“And somehow, just magically, you two found yourselves making out in every single ride photo.” Chess crossed their arms, grinning at the couple in front of them.

“I- It was noT making out!!” Kate spluttered a reply, hiding her face in Eva’s shoulder. Chess only laughed harder.

Eva hummed as if she was making a difficult decision. “I don’t know, babe, you got pretty into it at one point.”

The senior cackled, high-fiving Eva over Kate's head. Kate continued to hide in their girlfriend's shoulder, only lifting a middle finger in Chess’ direction as a reply. Chess took the offending finger in their hand, pulling Kate up so she could walk between the other two. “Damn, Kitkat.”

“I’m not ever replying to that name again. I have been too attacked to allow it.”

Eva kissed the top of their head, “You came here to have a good time and you’re just feeling so attacked right now.”

“Exactly!” Kate nudged their head up into Eva’s chin, “This is why I’m dating you, meme girl.”

“Ew, gross.” Chess tugged Kate, who tugged Eva, who finally got them walking again. “Come on, lovebirds, it’s firework time.”

-

By the time the fireworks began, they’d been at the park for hours. Farrah still had her Minnie ears on, ones which Clark occasionally tried to steal due to his own ears being lost on one ride or another. Annleigh would only bat his hand away, laughing when he pressed kisses to her palm. 

Kate kissed Eva again when the first firework exploded above them, being caught by yet another camera, this time in the hands of Riley. The photo found its way onto the Tigers group chat by morning, greeted by a pouting Kate begging them to take it down against the protests of the rest of the team (“But you’re just so cute!”). Somehow, she didn’t complain when it even later worked its way onto Eva's Instagram feed. 

Chess and Reese jumped at the first fireworks, too absorbed in counting pins to pay attention to the rest of the world. Mattie wormed her way between them, sneakily stealing both Reese’s Moana pin and Chess’ newly-bought Belle pin. They were too distracted by the light show to notice and Mattie celebrated her little victory by also stealing some of the cotton candy that Farrah had bought herself again, despite her earlier regrets. She supposed some people never learnt.

Cairo stood quietly at the back of the group, showing a still-bouncing Riley the pictures taken with the various characters they’d encountered. Riley kissed her for the final firework, a silent ‘thank you’ for today. 

With the lights of Disneyland glimmering maybe slightly tackily behind the group, Riley took one last picture. It was them, the team, the Tigers, silhouetted in the lights but, if you zoomed in and maybe turned the brightness up a bit, you could still see them smiling. That made its way onto the group chat as well and maybe it still hangs in more than one of their rooms. It was certainly a day that qualified for the scrapbooks.

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