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parkers-gal · 3 years

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Hi! May I request an imagine where Tom meets an Indian who’s sort of on the path to be a paediatrician?? But she’s like, 3-4 years younger than him?? And like, both of them are attracted to each other n they sort of start dating??

Love your blog! I’ve read pretty much everything you write! Lots of love to you!! 💛💛

requests are open

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Growing up, you were always lost on what you would do with your life. You’d seen friends and family discover their passions, the very reason they live and exist.. Time and time again, you thought you came close to finding out your own, but each path was a dead end, each lead and false tip.

That was, until you volunteered at a children’s hospital that one winter break your parents were away on business. A light flicker inside you, and you knew that was what you were meant to do. Leaving the hospital that day, you pulled up your browsers and stayed up in bed until three A.M., researching and reading about all the doctors that helped children. Perhaps it was your fire, burning so bright and passionately, that granted you access, that paved your path to college and a career for life. Or perhaps it was your heart, loving and nurturing and relentless. It never gave up when something it loved came into view. You knew deep down, in your gut, that it was a bit of both.

But to you, this wasn’t a career. This wasn’t merely just a passion. It was your life for theirs. Your privilege, through the hardships and the struggles and the heaviest tears, it was your brain that was your privilege. But your heart held just as much responsibility as your mind did.

Tom was no different, at that. Acting started as a job, it started as continuing his love for dance and theater. But as he grew, so did his heart. Acting wasn’t just a task of learning how to control one’s emotions. To him, it was a creative expression. It was perspective on life. It was living a life someone dreamed they could’ve had. And no, not as a celebrity, but as the characters. He often thought about how Peter Parker could have been a figment of Stan Lee’s imagination. That the small, nerdy Parker boy was a life Stan Lee wanted but never truly got. Tom pondered a lot of things, but he never once wished he could have another life.

College is harsh. Relentless. It’s a true reality of life, and with the pressure of your parents to do well, you could only pray you would do well. You had been studying for weeks now, finals coming closer with every passing day. You were due for a break, and mind release. You had signed up for your yearly volunteer during winter break. Your roommate rolled her eyes when you told her; she was unsurprised.

Apparently this year, there would be a few special guests. You were happy to share the children, happy the hospital could bring in more people for the kids that deserved the world but could only get a fraction of it. You swore on your life, on your grave, that you’d give them as much of the world as you could.

You were giving the world to them today. Dressing in thick leggings and a sweater, you grabbed your puffer coat as you left campus. The drive to the hospital was short and speedy. You greeted Katherine as you came in, hooking your coat on the coat hanger in the back room.

“Hey, Y/N. It’s good to see you. How’s college?”

“Stressful,” you chuckled.

“But worth it?” “Always worth it,” you smiled.

“The ‘guest stars’ will be here soon,” she moved a few clipboards, taking the papers attached to them. “I think they’re bringing things.”

“Oh that’s awesome,” you exhaled. “We need more presents.”

“More?” Katherine chuckled. “You’ve practically emptied your bank account for them.”

“Because my parents would totally allow that,” you eyed her. The two of you chuckled together, setting up a few things.

Katherine was five and a half years older than you. She’d worked at the hospital for awhile though, replacing a nurse who retired. She was young when she started, but the retired nurse had requested her, recommended her, and the hospital didn’t want to waste time on looking for someone else. You’d practically grown up with her; she’d been a volunteer in college while you were finishing high school.

“They’re here,” Nate popped his head in through the door. You and Katherine exchanged looks before going up front to greet them.

“Hi, I’m Kevin Fiege, I’m here with the cast of Spider-man Homecoming. We’re here for the meets I emailed about?”

“Yes hi,” Katherine stepped forward while you shied away from a brunette’s glances. His jeans and sweater were on loosely, and you assumed he probably had a costume on under. He was holding a mask. “I’m Katherine, the one you emailed.” They shook hands and smiled politely, the boy’s eyes never leaving sight of your figure. “Shall we get started then?” the man, Kevin as he addressed himself, suggested.

“Yes, of course,” she rushed out, glancing at you with wide eyes before the two of you chuckled.

A lighter skinned, tall girl stepped forward. You recognized her. “Hi, I’m Zendaya. I play MJ.”

The two of you shook hands, and she did the same thing with Nate and Katherine and a few other nurses. One by one, each cast member introduced themselves before eventually, the brunette came forward.

“Hi, I’m Tom,” he shook your hand, his fingers lingering against yours. “You are… ?”

“Y/N,” you filled in, biting your bottom lip.

“That’s really pretty,” he blushed slightly despite being the one who gave the compliment.

“Thank you,” you breathed a laugh, stepping back and in your rightful spot next to Katherine.

Throughout the day, you noticed Tom through the corner of your eyes, lingering and watching quietly, gazing as if he wanted to say something but didn’t know how, or what. You enjoyed the cast’s company; they were great for the kids. By the end of it, it was nearly eight o’clock, time for ritual medications before bedtime.

The cast stood in the lobby, Tom in his suit talking to Jacob, Zendaya talking to Nate while Katherine finished up with Kevin. You emerged from the elevator, having just said your goodnights and goodbyes to the children.

“You gonna head out, Y/N/N?” Katherine stopped talking to Kevin to ask you the query over all the chatter.

You nodded with a smile, removing the Division 1 Volunteer lanyard from around your neck. “Yeah, I told my mom I’d call her before it gets too late.”

“You and your parents,” she sighed, handing another clipboard over for Kevin to read. “Are you ever gonna let them go?”

You chuckled, “I think the real question is are they ever gonna let me go?”

“Touche,” she laughed. “Say goodbye on your way out,” she motioned her head towards the cast. You glanced at them, they smiled, and you nodded towards her, grabbing your coat from its hook.

“It was really nice having you all here,” you smiled. “Thank you so much for coming; it meant a lot to the kids and to me.”

You saw Tom glancing outside, and without thinking, he stepped forward with a smile. “Let me walk you to your car.”

“Oh, you don’t have to,” you laughed lightly.

“Please, it’s dark out. It’ll only be a few minutes,” he smiled. “It’s no trouble, really.”

“Tom’s always doing that,” Zendaya rolls her eyes. “He’s that one in a million gentlemen.” Her arms crossed as she laughed. “Just let him take you; he won’t take no for an answer.”

You had a feeling they were talking about something else, but nonetheless, you let him accompany you. You waved to Kath one last time before walking through the doors with Tom by your side.

“How long have you been volunteering?”

“Since the summer before my junior year of highschool.”

He hummed. “How old are you?”

“I just turned nineteen,” you walked over a puddle. “How old are you?”

“I’m 21.”

You hummed just as he had. You saw your car near, and you were almost sad your encounter with Tom would end soon. You doubted you’d ever see him again after this, even if he did remember today.

“Listen I was wondering,” he spoke as you placed your bag into the backseat of your car — it wasn’t actually your car. It was your mom’s old one, she’d gotten it when she first moved to your childhood home. Convincing her you should have it was a nightmare. You focused on Tom. “If maybe… we could go out sometime? Sorry if this is totally unprofessional and if I’m completely reading this wrong or somethi-”

“No no-!” you cut him off before stopping shortly. “You didn’t. I’d- I’d love to go out with you sometime.”

“Great,” he said softly before repeating it more confidently. He handed you his cell phone gingerly, and you typed away in the bitter cold, smiling as you handed it back.

“I’ll- I’ll call you tonight. Af- after your parents.” You giggled. “Goodnight Y/N.”

“Goodnight,” you whispered just as he stepped away. You smiled to yourself, opening the car door.

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winter-soldier-vibes · 4 years

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But words can never hurt me... (Sebastian Stan x reader)

Sebastian Stan x depressed reader

Warnings: negative self image, self harm, worthlessness

Word count: 2386

Summary: Reader is an actress alongside Sebastian. She knows how cruel the media can be, but sometimes it just gets to be too much for her.

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It had been a problem for longer than you’d like to admit. Your entire life you had to deal with negative feedback from various groups of people. When you were growing up, it was from your family. In school, it was all your peers. And now, it was the media.

You had been an actress since you were in middle school. It was one of the only things that made you happy. Ironically, you felt the most like yourself when you were trying to portray a character. Something about it made you feel alive. You fell in love.

But despite your acting skills and your passion for the job, the media was absolutely relentless. Telling you all the microscopic things you did wrong or ways you offended people. It was funny sometimes, the things they would come up with to make a headline. But most of the time their words, true or not, cut deep with you.

Back when you were at school and you had bullies to deal with, you turned to the blade to help you numb the pain. This too, made you feel alive. You felt like you were finally doing something right, like you were fixing the problem that was yourself by hurting yourself. It started in places that were easier to hide, your torso and upper thighs. But as time went on, you moved down to your wrists.

Now, years later, you still struggled to put down the knives and razors. It was a battle you fought every damn day. No one really knew about it; as long as your makeup artists could hide it, it was no big deal to anyone. You’d tell them it was from a long time ago.

You had landed a role in the new Avengers Infinity War movie, and you were beyond excited. You got to meet some of your acting idols, the people who inspired you to pursue acting as a career. You were quickly taken under their wing, seeing as you were one of the youngest on set. Most of all Sebastian.

He was impressed by the way you handled what came along with being in the business. The media, finishing school on your own, the inevitable rejection that comes with being an actress - he didn’t think he could’ve handled it that well at your age.

He quickly became like your on-set dad. You didn’t mind this at all, in fact you cherished it. You and your dad had never been close, but you never really complained. He wasn’t mean to you at all, just distant. It was nice to have someone fill that role, even if it had to wait until now.

He never knew about your little secret. On set the makeup artists worked wonders doing cover ups, and off set you were always in some sort of cardigan. The rest of the cast would often give you shit for it, since it was Atlanta, or as Downey and Evans liked to call it, “hotlanta”. You would go along with it, always claiming that you ran cold. No one batted an eye.

Things had certainly gotten better when you joined the cast and became a part of a new family. But that didn’t stop the negative feelings from creeping in or the thoughts from running marathons in your head. And it certainly didn’t stop the media.

You always tried your best to avoid the headlines, but there were some days you couldn’t help yourself. You would think “I’ll just read this one,” only to find yourself still scrolling down a rabbit hole hours later with a tear-streaked face.

Tonight was one of these nights.

You were in your trailer, sitting on your bed. One hand held your phone, and the other you rested your head in with your elbow on your knee. Some of the articles made you laugh. Is this some kind of joke? But others would hit you harder.

‘Nobody’ gets role in new Avengers movie

Who even is this chick?

Why is she even here?

You didn’t want to keep reading, but something in your mind egged you on. You kept scrolling only to find your eyes pricking with tears. You just let them fall. It wasn’t like anyone was going to see them. You were done for the night.

You keep reading until you can’t take it anymore. These freaking reporters… Do they have any idea how much words can hurt a person? No. They don’t. Frustrated, you toss your phone on the bed you were sitting on and put your head in your hands, unable to stop yourself from shaking.

You were at a crossroads in your mind right now. You knew exactly how you could help this whole situation, but you really wanted to be stronger than the urge.

Just fucking get over yourself

It's just words. They don't know you, get a grip

No one loves you. You’re a nobody who got lucky

No one would notice. No one would care.

Just do it you bastard!

You stood up and went over into your bathroom, closing it and locking it behind you. Force of habit. You pulled out a box from its hiding place and opened it: razors and bandaids. It was all you needed.

You rolled your sleeves up and clutched a blade between your fingers, toying with it for a few moments. Did you actually want to do this?

An image of the articles pops into the forefront of your mind. You try to shake it out.

Absolutely.

You press the blade into your wrist and swipe it across, blood beading to the surface almost instantly. You felt it sting as the air greeted your open wound, but it wasn’t enough. Not yet at least. You repeated your actions, stopping when the numbness started to kick in.

You took a deep breath and tilted your head back, dropping the blade on the ground with a clink. You looked back to your wrist - blood was dripping down and pooling in your hand, but you didn’t care. You just wanted to breathe in the peace for a few moments.

What you didn’t know was that this whole time Sebastian had been texting you. You had left your phone on your bed and was silent, so you missed his calls and texts. They started out innocently enough, asking if you wanted to grab dinner with him and some of the others. You were usually quick to respond, so he was a little curious why you hadn’t gotten back to him after 5 minutes. He decided to try and call you

Voicemail.

Now that's surprising. He had never known you to miss a call, you even sometimes would rant about it waking you up in the middle of the night. He texted you again

Hey. are you okay? Why aren’t you answering?

He knew you could’ve just fallen asleep, but he had a feeling in the pit of his stomach that he hated. After a few more texts and unanswered calls later, he decided to come check on you.

He knocked on your trailer door, but there was no answer. He knocked a little harder. “Y/n? You in there?”

You couldn’t hear him through the doors and due to the blissful peace you were feeling. He let himself in, taking in how you weren’t there. But then he noticed your phone on your bed, notifications lighting it up. His eyes then fell on the bathroom door, which was shut.

He made his way over to that door and knocked again. “You okay in there?” he asked, you gasped. How did he get in? Why was he even here. You looked around at the scene. The blood was drying on your arm, and the blade sat next to you, dried blood also on the floor. How long have I been sitting here?

He spoke again, taking you out of your thoughts. “Y/n?” You could hear worry filling his voice and you cleared your throat, moving to stand. “Yep! Just give me a second…” you said as you scurried to clean up the mess you had made. You flushed bloody napkins down the toilet and cleaned off the blade and your arm before tugging your sleeve over in and opening the door.

He smiled at you, and then worry overtook his features as he looked at your eyes. “Are you okay?” he asked.

You crossed your arms and walked around him. “Yeah, I’m fine. Why do you ask?”

He sighed as you sat down on your bed and he leaned against the doorframe to the bathroom. “Well, I’ve been trying to get a hold of you for the past 30 minutes, and your phone was out here. Which leads me to assume you were in there,” he tilted his head back to the bathroom, “for longer than that. And you’re not wet so you weren’t taking a long shower.”

You fiddled with the ends of your sleeves. “Very observant, Seb,” you said, avoiding eye contact.

He crossed his arms and looked at you. “You wanna tell me what’s wrong?” he asked.

You looked up at him and put on a fake smile. “Nothing’s wrong Seb.”

He looked at you, unconvinced. You looked back down at your arms and noticed that blood was starting to spot your sleeve, and you started panicking. You quickly crossed your arms over your chest again, praying he hadn’t noticed something.

But he had followed your gaze and saw something on your sleeve right before you covered it up he pushed himself off of the door frame and came to sit next to you. “Y/n?”

“What?” you asked innocently, not liking where this conversation was going to end up.

“Can I see your hands?” he asked gently.

You widen your eyes at him and crossed your arms even more tightly. “What? No - what are you on about?”

He asked softly “What are you hiding?”

You shook your head. “N-nothing.”

“Then let me see your hands,” he said, holding out his own for you to take.

You shook your head. “Please Seb -”

“Y/n.” he said with adamacy and you knew there was no way to talk him out of this.

Sighing, you shake your head and stand. “I can’t…” you say softly.

He stands up and puts a hand on your shoulder. Your eyes had started tearing up again, and he took note of this. Something was seriously wrong and he was going to get to the bottom of it. He ran his hands down your arms to your elbows, and looked you in the eye. You felt safe with him. Looking down, you drop your arms down, letting him take one in each hand.

He practically froze when he saw blood. He had some ideas but he had hoped he was wrong. Tugging up your sleeve, he saw the new cuts along with some older scabs and breathed in sharply. He looked back at your face and the tears that were making their way down your cheeks. “Y/n…”

You started crying harder, and he quickly wrapped his arms around you. “Why didn’t you say anything?”

You shrugged. “It’s not exactly easy to talk about, Seb.”

He sighed, afraid to ask his next question. “How long has this been going on for?”

You shook your head against his chest. “A few years.”

Sebastian now felt tears pricking his own eyes. You had always been so strong, all the time, for everyone he had no idea you were hurting, nonetheless hurting this badly. And you never said anything to anyone. “I’m sorry,” he said.

You pulled back, confused. “What? No, it’s not your fault.I’m the one who did this to myself, there’s nothing anyone could have done. I guess that’s why I don’t talk about it. Like it either happens and no one knows about it or people are worried and they get disappointed that you’ve done it again.”

He shook his head. “That’s not true, hun. We all care about you so much, especially me. I just felt like I could have done something, said something, just been there in some way. What brings you to do this to yourself?”

You rubbed a hand over your face. “It’s literally so stupid.”

“Y/n, look at me.” you met his gaze. “There is nothing you could say right now that wil sound stupid. If it’s making you want to hurt yourself like this, then it’s obviously important to you.”

You let out a shaky breath before grabbing your phone and unlocking it, showing Sebastian the page you had just been on, with the worst article in the collection. He looked at it for a few moments, before his expression softened even more and he wrapped his arms around you protectively again.

“You know they make money to make us look bad, right?”

You nodded against him. “I know.”

He sighed. “Doesn’t make it hurt any less though, does it?”

You nodded again. “Yeah. whoever said “sticks and stones can break my bones but words can never hurt me” was either naive or deaf.

The two of you laughed a little for a few seconds. Sebastian said, “You know you can always talk to me, don’t you?”

You took a deep breath and let it out. “It’s just not a problem you should have to deal with -”

“Y/n.” he pulled back and looked at you again. “I don’t care where I am, or what time of day it is. You ever feel like this, you can call me or text me. I’ll always be here for you.”

You shook your head at him. “Why are you so nice to me?”

He gave you a half smile. “Because you’re so nice to everyone else. You're an amazing person who has so much ahead of them. It’s hard to think a person could not be nice to you.”

You laughed dryly. “Tell that to my entire hometown.”

He smiled sadly and tightened his grip on you. “Please let me know if you ever feel like this again.”

You nodded a little. “I will.”

“You sure about that?”

You nodded again, smiling a little to yourself. “Yeah. I am.”

#sebastian stan #sebastian stan x reader #sebastian x reader #sebastian stan imagine #tw self harm #tw self hate #fanfiction

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miraizu · 4 years

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Maybe a killua having to break up with his innocent s/o to take care of his sister and then a few years later he meets her again n shes a bad bitch, like shes changed n takes no ones bs and is a player bc she got hurt. Like no longer cute n innocent but hot n a baddie. Kskskskssksk ily

we stan a bad bitch.

also, this turned out MUCH longer than I meant for it to be, askkdklsjfd sorry!

"I'm breaking up with you."

Faltering as you were eating your ice cream, your eyebrows knit together in confusion. "You're.... what?"

The boy across from you looked pained, but resolute. "I can't protect both you and Alluka, [Y/n]. This is for your own safety."

You couldn't believe your ears. Blinking rapidly, you willed yourself not to cry to no avail. Fat tears rolled down your cheeks, your ice cream all but forgotten as it dribbled down the side of the cone, staining your hand.

"But--"

Killua Zoldyck, your boyfriend - well, now ex-boyfriend - cut you off. "No. I'm not changing my mind. You're too... Nice. Innocent. I have to focus on protecting my sister first."

You didn't stop him as he walked away, staring after him in shock, your heart breaking in two.

And that was the last you had ever seen of Killua Zoldyck.

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"I'd like two scoops, please."

Ordering your favorite flavor of ice cream, you took the cone gratefully and went outside the parlour, the sun beating down mercilessly. You sat down at the first table, smile wry as you let your mind wander while you waited for your date to arrive.

Five years... In this very spot, five years ago, you had broken up with your only love. It had hurt at the time, but now looking back, you were grateful. It was a much-needed kick you needed to get your life together. Killua had been right - you had been too innocent, naive and ignorant to the world's true nature. Once he had left, you had vowed to never be weak again. You couldn't afford it; you needed to be able to protect yourself.

"[Y/n]!"

Looking up as you lazily slurped your ice cream, you tried to keep yourself from grimacing. The guy you were going out on a 'date' with was much older, easily in his 30's and not at all attractive, but that was fine. You weren't here to actually date him. The man before you was a child killer, and you were here under the pretense of a date to lure him out and kill him.

And that's how it always went. After training and fighting and honing in your nen, you had figured the best way to live your life was to use your "naivety" to your advantage and kill the bad people of this world.

The man grinned at you, a leer that made a chill go down your spine. "You're much more gorgeous in person."

"Thank you," you responded demurely, standing up. You finished the ice cream cone, throwing away the wrapped and giving him an icy polite smile. "Should we get going, then?"

The man immediately draped an arm around your shoulder, grip just a bit too tight. You kept a neutral face. "Yes. Let's."

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The man had moved quicker than you had expected. Most of the time, you had to do all of the work to get the men alone, but this guy was either impatient or sloppy as he pressed you up against a brick wall in an alley, lips at your neck. You remained cool, slowly reaching down to grab the knife that was hidden in your waistband - the moment you withdrew it, though, he had grabbed your wrist, twisting it painfully, the dagger clattering to the ground noisily.

"Shit!"

His face was blank, eyes soulless as he looked at you, unamused. "You really think I don't know who you are? Mantis - you're the one killing people from the underground."

You gritted your teeth, and without anymore banter, you swung your knee up, kneeing him right in the crotch. The man immediately bent over, yelping in pain, and you didn't hesitate when you grabbed the back of his head and slammed it into the wall. He wasn't down for the count yet as he twisted out of your grip, managing to pull your leg forward and causing you to fall. When he stood up, you could see blood streaming from his forehead from where he had hit the wall.

"You little - GGGK!"

The man froze, and you blinked, confused as he fell down to the ground. What the hell just happened . . . ?

"Seriously? Five years and you're still getting into danger?"

Five years, and you recognized that voice. Scrambling, you stood up, outrage flashing across your features - turning around, you saw a familiar head of white hair. His nails were still sharpened, and you knew the little pouch he held in his hands was that guy's heart, an assassin technique you had seen plenty of times before.

"I'm not some damsel in distress, I had it under control! What the hell are you doing here?!"

Blue eyes squinted at you in confusion. "Is that... Really you, [Y/n]? You actually sound angry."

You threw your arms up in the air in exasperation, not at all amused by the turn in events. "This was my job. That was my kill, and I did not ask for or need your stupid, goddamn help!"

Killua continued to squint at you, dropping the heart he held in his hands. You barely noted that there wasn't any blood, meaning he had actually perfected the technique. "You're different," he pointed out, pure confusion in his voice.

You did not want to deal with this. Not right now. Walking towards the alley entrance, you didn't even give the now-dead serial killer a second glance, a glower on your face. "You're different," you mocked in annoyance under your breath. "It's been five years, and we're adults now. Did you think I was going to be the same, cute little [Y/n] you once dated? I learned nen and can protect myself now, asshole."

Killua stepped to the side, blocking you from leaving the alley, and you huffed in even more annoyance.

"Move."

Unsurprisingly, he ignored you. "You're the Praying Mantis - you lure murderers and predators in, and then brutally murder them." You kept your face stoic, not denying his claim. "That's honestly kind of hot."

Okay, no.

Shoving past him, you shook your head, muttering obscenities under your breath. "Fuck everything. For real."

Killua didn't bother to follow you out, instead calling out. "I'll see you later!"

It was only when you were further down the street and had pulled out your phone that a sleep of paper fell out, and you immediately picked it up, immediately recognizing what the set of numbers were. A phone number.

When the hell did he . . . ?

Shaking your head, you finally allowed a dry smile to grow on your face. Five years, and while a lot has changed... Somethings, it seems, never changed, and it took all you had to ignore the beating of your heart.

Even after all of these years, all of these changes . . .

You still loved Killua.

#fem reader #hxh #hunter x hunter #hunter x hunter fanfiction #hxh fanfiction #killua zoldyck #killua zoldyck x reader #x reader #reader insert

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leerongrong · 4 years

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College Student!Jeno -

part of the NCT DREAM living the Y/N life collection.

full name: lee jeno

age: 20 [international]

height: 177cm

lets meet the infamous lee jeno

jeno’s a cutie with an eye smile, tall, and handsome

he has passion for multiple things; loves helping people, feeding stray cats, being an all around sweetheart

his love for cats got him a job at the local pet shop in his hometown

he works 2 hours a day after school, immediately going straight to work

the owner, who’s a lovely grandma, loves him to pieces

treats him like her own grandson; squishing his cheeks, gifting him snacks to bring home and even adding a little more to his monthly paycheck

she tells him people visit their pet shop more because of him and jeno always smiles and declines the thought

“this pet shop was already busy even before i worked here.”

although she’s 100% sure its because he smiles at everyone that passes by

so its not a shocker that the guy has his own batch of admirers at school

seniors, juniors, the lunch lady- you name it

everybody who’s anybody knows and adores this prince charming

most of the girls in school even go out of their way to watch him when he plays soccer or dances

people stare at him with literal heart eyes and they’re confused because he never seems to notice anyone??

the most popular girl in his class once confessed her feelings and asked him out a date

but got turned down by jeno

“i’m sorry, i don’t like you that way. maybe we could just be friends?”

the whole school went into chaos,, because lee jeno just rejected the queen bee- and no one’s ever done that before

and they’ve been hunching its because jeno already has a girlfriend

a secret girlfriend who jeno doesn’t admit to anyone

lmao truth is-

it’s because jeno’s a fanboy who’s heart has been taken by an idol

who’s none other than you

you’re the sixth member of red velvet

lead vocalist, lead dancer and song writer

born and raised in california before you decided you wanted to be a kpop idol

your heart breaks everytime you remember that your parents never showed you their support

they kicked you out the moment you told them about becoming an idol

you worked yourself to the bone, working at 4 different places just to save money for yourself to fly to korea

and when you do, your spirits were dimmed

audition after audition you were cast out, companies rejecting you left and right

the only company that hasn’t called after your audition is SM Entertainment

and by now you’re just about ready to give up because you know there’s no way SM’s going to accept you if the other smaller companies didn’t even bat an eye

until your phone rings

you initially thought it was the landlord, calling for the umpteenth time demanding you pay your bills

picking up and noticing right away that it wasn’t the landlord, instead one of the higher ups from SM

you cried tears of joy when they told you that you passed

you train your hardest everyday, along side seulgi and debuting together after 6 years of being a trainee

okay you, yourself know and adore jeno

yes you read that right, a kpop idol who remembers and love her fans with all her heart

well its because jeno’s been there since the very beginning

he’s been there when you first debuted, he’s been supportive and he’s never left

and you know him by name because he’s ALWAYS been there

fansigns, concerts, showcases, you name it

jeno’s always been there to support you and your group as you grow

you’ve always had a little piece of him in your heart because he’s different from the usual more older male and female fans

how could he not?

you’ll never forget that summer after you went MIA because of your health issues

you saw jeno again after months and in your eyes, he wasn’t a boy anymore he was a man

yeri and joy teased you a hell lot after you said it

“of couse you love reveluvs and what’re the odds! jeno’s a reveluv too.”

despite their teasing, you’re sure his eyes were locked on you the whole concert

and jeno would agree.

he remembers being brokenhearted after receiving news that you were going on a hiatus because of your health

he spammed your twitter and instagram accounts with so many ‘get well soon’ wishes

and jeno’s a loyal guy, he would never leave the group he stans just because his bias is missing

although he can’t say it feels the same without you on the stage but he still continued to cheer you on through social media along with streaming your group

he was over the moon when they’d announced that you’re coming back with a full album and concert no less

going straight to his piggy bank and breaking it open just so he could watch your concert

time skip to a few months after

today’s a very special fansign for you

it may or may not have smth to do with the fact that today’s jeno’s birthday and you may have pulled some strings just so the fansign happens today

you hope and pray that you’‘ll get to meet him today of all days

its because you have bought him a few presents for his birthday and you hope to give it to him

you bought him a cartier love necklace along with some perfume, multiple polaroids of you with the members and a very special handwritten letter

the members supported you all the way, they knew of your infatuation with jeno and you can’t bring yourself to care if you lose some fake fans along the way

you know the other reveluvs saw the gift and you’re glad nobody complained

the fandom p much knew how jeno’s literally the first ever to stan your group

they ALL know his love for you

and they all agree that he deserves your presents

although you heard some girls whispering dirty things about him and you

“shouldn’t she love us all the same? what’s so special about him?”

“inconsiderate to her other fans”

they were shushed by true reveluvs, the ones that that knew about jeno and his story

besides,-most reveluvs go to fansigns in hopes of running into him because that boy his HANDSOME and they’re lowkey staning him too by this point sjksjsgd

your fist clenched so hard when said girls came up to you and asked for your autograph

your fake smile is as clear as day, and irene tuts at you when she sees you rushing them away to the other members

which you knew was very petty of you and could ruin the career you’ve worked hard for

and you’re scared of what it might mean for you but you won’t tolerate anyone talking about jeno like that

you try to hide your disappointment when you don’t see jeno, the fansigning almost coming to an end

the gifts you preapared for him are still on your right, untouched

yeri nudges you on your hand and you’re sure your face lit up when you see jeno at the end of the line

a fansite took a picture of the exact moment and it clearly showed your wide smile, you looked like a fan who’s going to meet her bias and not he other way around

you wait and are filled with jitters when jeno finally stands in front of you

you give him the normal greeting, smiling at his newly dyed brownish hair and hand him the gift

you giggle when you see his face bright red and he’s ducking his head trying to hide his smile and your heart literally melts at the sight of his smile

while jeno’s literally dying inside because- you? his ultimate bias just gave him a gift? on his birthday? which you remembered? even after all these years?

he tries so hard to hold in his smile and tears because in no way is he going to cry in front you and plenty other people that are ready to take pictures

and his heart jumps when you, the members, and the people around him sing him a happy birthday while clapping their hands

even the manager behind you is smiling a little

while your agency’s in mock panic because multiple hashtags are trending on twitter

along with the footage of you and jeno

#y/nxjeno

#youandjeno’sshipname

and while jeno couldn’t wish for a happier 20th birthday, he’s not sure he should be relieved because now he’s famous too

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Sister Sister - Drabble

Bill Denbrough x Reader

Summary: You’re visited by a ghost from your past.

Warnings: None I can think of

A/N: This is my Pet Sematary inspired piece! If you haven’t seen the movie, I 100 percent recommend it!

You slammed the front door of your house shut as you kicked you leaned against it, trying to comprehend what had just happened at that damned house. You didn’t want to admit that you had seen a clown fold out of a fridge and appear in front of you. You also didn’t want to admit that your best friends had all split apart. As much as you hated it, you chose Bill’s side. He had been like your brother since you were both 4, you were best friend and you could never choose Richie Tozier over him.

“Y/N,” You froze as fear paralyzed you and took a grip on you. You looked up and over the stairs to the hatch that was on the ceiling.

Oh no.

Your older sister, Melanie had suffered from Spinal Meningitis, which meant she was horribly disfigured, often scaring you. You remember the day she died so vividly, it haunted you at night, reminding you of your nightmares.

“Please don’t leave me with her!” You cried, crossing your arms defiantly. Your parents sighed as they dragged you upstairs to the ladders up to Melanie’s room.

“Listen, Y/N, this is incredibly important for me and your mother. Now, grow up, you’re eight years old for Christ’s sake,” Your father hissed, watching you as he and your mother disappeared downstairs and out of the house, locking you in with your sister. You let out a deep breath as you climbed up the stairs to Melanie’s room. You hated her, despised her, and you knew that your parents did too. She was eight years older than you, making her 16.

“Y/N,” She called out, looking over at you as you appeared through the hatch. The very sight of your sister’s twisted spine and scarily thin body was enough to make you not sleep for two weeks. You grabbed the bowl that sat on the chestnut dresser in the corner of the attic and walked over to the bed that she would and could never get out of, if she ever did, your parents would kill her on the spot, they didn’t want to admit that they had a freak for a daughter. You kept as much distance from Melanie as possible, remembering you still had to feed your sister. This wasn’t how you wanted to spend your saturday, you wanted to be out with Bill, your next door neighbour and best friend. You spoon fed Melanie, until her neck twisted and she began to choke. Your breathing became heavy as she twisted unnaturally, making a strange gurgling noise in the process. There was nothing you could do, but what you did do was run from her room and downstairs.

Oh God.

You’re so dead. Everyone’s going to think you murdered your sister, you wanted rid of her, God, you wished and prayed for it. But you didn’t want to be there for it, you didn’t want to be the cause of it. What were you going to do? Your parents weren’t home, and you didn’t exactly know how to work the telephone.

Fuck.

On instinct, you climbed up the stairs and towards the attic, pulling the ladders down and going up them. Your breath was shaking, and so was your entire body. You peaked your head up and then heaved your body up, coughing at the sudden dust attack on your lungs, you hadn’t been up here in 5 years, to be honest, you didn’t think anyone had.

“No, you’re dead,” You said in disbelief at the sight in front of you. Melanie was laying on the bed, the same position you left her in that day. “I saw you die.” You weren’t sure who you were talking to at this point. You screamed as she sat upright, the curves and bent shapes of her spine merely a pattern, no longer proving a bother to her.

“You saw me die, you killed me, Y/N!” Melanie yelled, her voice scratchy and strained. You screamed as she jolted up from the bed and ran at you, her paralysis long forgotten as she grabbed you with both arms, clipping your waist. “Never walk again! Never walk again!” She screamed in your ear like a mantra. Soon enough, Melanie’s bony and skeletal fingers became thicker and glove cladded, and she became what you had all witnessed in Bill’s garage. You screamed again.

“Get the fuck off of me!” You cried, trying your hardest to try and get the clown off of you. “Help!” You yelled.

“You didn’t help your dearest sister, who’s gonna help you?” The clown taunted you. Before you could do anything else, IT pushed you down the hatch of the attic, leaving you to land on the floor, hitting your head with a resounding thud and knocking you out cold. From outside, Bill had heard you screaming and was climbing through your living room window that was left open.

“Y/N?!” Bill yelled, his heart thudding when he got no response. He ran up the stairs and ran straight to your unconscious form. “Y/N, c-come on, wa-wake u-p,” Bill said, shaking you as he pulled you onto his lap. “Y-Y/N, this-this isn’t fu-funny.” Bill shook his head, fearful that you weren’t waking up.

“Bill?” Your voice was barely audible as you looked up at your best friend, your eyes still half lidded and unable to focus on anything correctly. “How are you in here?” You asked him. Bill laughed and shook his head.

“Y-You ju-st fell from-from your attic and that-that’s your first quest-question?” He asked you with a shake of his head and a fond smile. You smiled at him as he helped you sit up, and eventually stand on your shaky legs. “What ha-happ-happened?” He questioned you.

“I saw her,” You told Bill, whose face scrunched up in confusion. “Melanie, only it wasn’t Melanie.”

“It was I-IT,” Bill told you, now it was time for your face to scrunch up as you turned to your friend.

“What?” You asked him. Bill sighed out and took your hand.

“I-I’m gon-gonna sound cra-crazy,” Bill said. You smiled and shook your head.

“I’ve known you for most of my life, Denbrough, nothing you could tell me sounds crazy anymore,”

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Destined - Chapter 5 (FINAL)

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Thanks so much to everyone who has stuck around for the whole thing! I hope you enjoy this last chapter!

Chapter 1 - Chapter 2 - Chapter 3 - Chapter 4

Summary: Damien never wanted soulmates. When his fifteenth birthday came, he prayed he wouldn’t receive a “hint” - a way soulmates are connected to help find each other. And to Damien’s horror, the universe gives him multiple soulmates. He’s determined to not let them find out about them. He wants to let them live in ignorant bliss and not force them to deal with him. As Damien grows older, he moves away and goes to college - He even manages to find a boyfriend that he chose himself, and Damien tells himself that he’s happy. But on Damien’s twentieth birthday, the universe gives him and his soulmates another hint - and this one is not one Damien can avoid.

Pairing: DLAMP

Warnings:Abusive romantic relationship (physically, sexually, and verbally), past physical parental abuse, sex and alcohol mentions, general angst (but happy ending)

Words: 3030

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Damien pushed an actor out of the makeup room and huffed as he closed the door. Finally, it was the last scene of the last performance. He allowed himself to lean against the door and take a breath. He was the one person in charge of makeup and the director decided to cast a musical with thirty actors. He was exhausted. But he knew he couldn't relax just yet.

He heard the final number begin to play and he went to pack up all this things before the actors rushed in. As soon as he packed his bag and hit it under the bench so no one would mess with it, the door swung open and the room was filled with actors, all buzzing with excitement.

"Damien, can you wash the gray out of my hair?" "Damien, I can't get my eyeliner off." "Damien, is there any makeup still on my face?" "Damien, do you have a hairbrush I could borrow?" "Damien, I need more makeup wipes."

"Brush it out with this first and then I'll come back to you to get the last of it out." "Here, use this instead. It's specifically for eye makeup." "There's a little under your jawline." "There's one on the end of the counter." "Here, I have plenty more."

When things finally relaxed, he found where Roman was sitting and collapsed on the bench next to him.

Damien was not particularly pleased with how much time he's had to spend lately with the eccentric Thespian. With dress rehearsals and performances the last week, Roman and him have had to see a lot of each other, which was the opposite of what Damien wanted. But the theatre came first, so Damien sucked it up and did his job.

"Thanks for all the help these last few nights," Roman said as he wiped makeup from his forehead. Damien grunted.

"Thanks for actually knowing what you're doing and not requiring my assistance every damn second."

Roman laughed.

"Seriously. I swear, you were the only person who paid attention at my base makeup demonstration. Everyone else was bothering me to help them."

"You're incredible."

Damien prayed that he wasn't blushing.

"...You still have makeup on your neck and side of your face," Damien noticed and he reached for another makeup wipe. He placed his other hand on Roman's face and started removing his makeup, which wasn't unusual. He helped plenty of other actors remove their makeup, especially the men who weren't used to wearing it. But then he noticed the sly way Roman was looking at him. Roman gently took Damien's hand that was holding his cheek and kissed his palm. Damien scowled at him and hit him in the face with the makeup wipe before finishing.

Roman waited for Damien to finish helping the other actors to get them to leave and helped him clean up the makeup room, and the two were finally able to leave. Once the two made it to the lobby, the other three rushed to them to congratulate them. When Damien was complimented on the special effects makeup he did, he brushed them off. He still didn't know how to respond to compliments.

"Damien, we usually go out after Roman's performances," Patton explained. "But if you really don't want to, we can just head back home."

Damien could tell Patton was just making the offer to be polite. He knew the four of them really wanted to go out. Damien really didn't want to, but he knew he should since they were letting him stay in their apartment, and he didn't want to become such a burden on them.

"I don't care."

And that's how Damien found himself at iHop, squished in a booth between a window and Roman. Apparently, iHop was a theatre kid tradition, since they saw plenty of other actors there.

Patton sat on the other side of Roman while Logan and Virgil sat across.

Damien spent most of the time just staring out the window, ignoring the conversation and the food Patton had ordered for him. That was until Roman said his name.

"Hm?" Damien hummed as he turned towards them.

"I asked how you got into theatre. Did your parents take you to a show when you were young? That's how I got into it."

Damien grimaced.

"Um... no. I just discovered some cast recordings in middle school and watched a lot of bootlegs."

"Oh. Well, what was your first show? Mine was The Sound of Music."

"I haven't had the chance to see a musical live outside of school performances."

Roman's eyes widened.

"Well, I can't allow that! I am always a seasonal ticket holder at the regional Orpheum, and starting today, you will always be my plus one. The Lion King is coming next week."

Damien's heart leaped. That sounded so incredible. But...

"That's a very nice offer, Roman," Damien said as he turned his attention back out the window. "But I'm afraid that won't be necessary. I'll be gone soon."

Roman's smile disappeared and he looked at the others, but they didn't know what to say.

"Come on, Dee. At least let him take you to The Lion King," Virgil said.

"But don't feel pressured to!" Patton quickly added.

"...We'll see."

That wasn't a definite no, so the they relaxed a bit as they continued their conversation.

But they didn't let Damien go again. They kept asking him questions to keep him engaged, and somehow, Damien found himself not hating it. He tried his best not to show it, though.

Once Patton finally got Damien to laugh at one of his jokes, he gave Damien a soft smile that he hoped let him know that he belonged here. He fit with them, they wanted him.

Damien glanced away from Patton as his throat tightened.

Damien tried to keep a balance of distancing himself while also not being terribly rude to his helpers, but he was failing miserable. Whether it was Roman sweeping him into a dance mirroring the one playing on the current Disney movie, or Logan reading to him to calm him down, or Patton dotting cookie dough on his nose when he helped in the kitchen, or Virgil lounging beside him and showing him just, just like they used to - whatever it was, Damien found himself entranced.

Besides, what's the harm of indulging himself a bit before they inevitably get sick of him?

Damien had just been watching a movie, when the next thing he knew there was a pillow fort being built around him by Roman and Patton. And now he was lying on the floor between the others.

His phone dinged, and when he checked it he saw it was a confirmation email from an apartment complex saying his background check was cleared and that he could come down and try to work out paperwork.

"Are you okay, dear?" Roman asked from his direct left.

"I'm leaving soon," Damien said as he put his phone back in his pocket.

They all froze, and Damien couldn't stand the tense silence that fell over them.

"Why, sweetie?" Patton asked, pain evident in his voice.

"It will be better that way."

He didn't expect them to understand yet, but once he's gone they'll realize how much better it is when they don't have to deal wit him.

Virgil placed a hand on Damien's right arm and Damien went to move his arm out of Virgil's grasp, but when he saw Virgil's hurt eyes gazing up at him, he let Virgil wrap an arm around his.

"I just got you back," Virgil whispered as tears welled in his eyes. He quickly ducked his head onto Damien's shoulder to hide his face. "You can't just leave again."

"Talk to us, Damien," Logan said as he sat up from his spot on the other side of Roman. "Tell us what we can do to help."

"There's nothing you can do," Damien said, trying to ignore the wet spots forming on his shoulder.

"Please, what's troubling you, darling?" Roman asked.

"Nothing you can fix."

"Let us try."

"I can't let you do that."

"Damien, please," Patton cried. "Let us help you-"

"Stop." Damien snapped. "Just stop. If I stay, you're just going to get sick of me. You're going to find out how awful I am to have around, and I don't want to be here when you finally realize how unlovable I am."

Silence.

"Damien," Virgil said with a shaky breath. "You were an asshole when I first met you, and yet you still managed to make me fall in love with you..."

Damien's eyes widened.

"Who did this to you?" Roman whispered. "Who was so evil that they tricked you into believing such lies?"

"No one tricked me," Damien muttered. "It's just the truth no one has ever loved me before. Not even my own mother. Not until Jackson, at least. But you four are adamant he never really loved me."

"You don't hurt the people you love," Roman said defensively. "We can't let you think that's how love is supposed to be."

"Well, there you go," Damien snapped. "Everyone I've ever loved never loved me back."

"Oh, sweetie, I'm sure someone-"

"No, Patton," Damien interrupted. "My mother literally tried to kill me. All my foster parents abandoned me. None of my classmates liked me, my teachers hated me, my counselors gave up on me. No one has ever loved me."

"You're mother did what?" Patton whispered as he sat up, all four of them staring at him in horror. Virgil tightened his grip on Damien's arm.

Damien groaned as he ran his hands down his face.

"Look, it'll just hurt all of us if I stay. You'll understand in time."

"No, no, sweetie, wait," Patton said as tears welled in his eyes. "Please don't leave, we-"

"I love you," Virgil whispered into Damien's shoulder. "I don't expect you to say it back, but I want you to know I love you. Every part of you."

"A troubled past does not diminish one's self worth," Logan said.

"I know we haven't known you as long as Virgil has," Patton said through tears. "But we care about you so so so much."

"Damien beloved, darling, dearest," Roman said gently as he raised a hand to cup Damien's cheek. "More than anything, we want you to be happy. But know that we want you here, with us, in our relationship and our lives. We know it won't always be easy, but we want to work it out with you. For you, dear, anything."

"...No," Damien whispered as he gently moved Virgil off of him. "No, no, no. This can't happen."

"Damien, what-"

"I didn't know how much I had fooled you already," Damien interrupted Virgil as he sat up. "I can't let myself deceive you into thinking I'm good for you."

"No, Damien, wait!" Virgil cried as Damien stood up. Virgil reached for his wrist but caught himself, and Damien locked himself in the bedroom.

Damien didn't let himself see the others at all over the next few days. He responded to the email to set up an appointment time. Everything would be resolved soon.

As Damien quickly walked out of the campus building, he checked his phone for the time. If he hurried, he could get back to the apartment before the others do.

He cut through a student parking lot when he heard a familiar voice.

"Damien!"

Damien didn't even look behind him before he started running, but it wasn't long until there was a hand around his wrist and he was being pinned against a van.

"Where have you been, Damien?" Jackson asked. "I've missed you."

His grip grew tighter.

"You have to come home, Damien. I-"

Damien kneed Jackson's stomach, used that brief moment that Jackson let go of him to try to run, but Jackson quickly grabbed Damien's wrist again and slammed Damien back against the van, slapping his face before grabbing Damien's hair.

"You're really trying to run away from me again Damien? You really want to get in trouble, huh?"

Damien felt tingling on his arm.

"What's going on here?"

Damien looked over to see Patton and his face paled as fear shot through him. He couldn't let Patton get hurt. Oh, god, Patton was going to get hurt and it was all his fault-

"Who are you?"

"A friend. Now I'm going to have to ask you to let go of him."

"Look, you really need to mind your own business and leave before I-"

"Patton!" someone yelled. They heard heavy footsteps running towards them before Roman came into view. "I saw your message," he said, holding up his right arm.

It was very unnerving to see the usually very happy and excited Roman now look very intimidating and very, very angry.

"Let go of Damien. Now."

"So these are your soulmates?" Jackson laughed as he pressed his arm against Damien's throat. "What happened to not wanting anything to do with them?"

"I said let. Him. Go." Roman said as he walked towards Jackson. Jackson threw Damien behind him and Damien hissed in pain as his hands made contact with the concrete. In his peripheral, he saw Patton duck behind a car. Jackson shoved Roman away from him, but Damien's view of the fighting was soon blocked by Patton kneeling in front of him.

"You're okay. It's okay," Patton assured him. "Deep breaths. There you go. You're doing great."

Patton gently but quickly got Damien to stand up to lead lead him away.

"Where do you think you're going?" Jackson called out. Damien whirled around and quickly blocked the punch that was heading towards Patton's face. Patton yelled out as he caught Damien who staggered back. Roman quickly kicked the back of Jackson's knees and pinned his arms back once he fell.

And that's when Logan and Virgil ran over with campus police.

Damien collapsed onto the couch once they got home. Explaining what happened to the officers took longer than he liked. Of course Jackson tried to defend himself, but once they checked the parking lot cameras, he didn't have much of a case. Roman's attack on Jackson was ruled as self defense, and Jackson would be charged accordingly. It was then agreed that Damien would get a restraining order.

Virgil came to sit beside him as the others whispered in the kitchen.

"I'm so glad you're okay," Virgil said. "...I'm so sorry."

"What for?"

"That you had to deal with that monster for so long."

Damien didn't say anything. But when Virgil opened his arms, Damien hesitated only for a second before falling into them.

"They put themselves in harms way for me," Damien whispered as he looked at Roman and Patton. Roman was being dote on by Patton over his acquired scrapes and bruises, and Damien was sure that Patton would do the same to him, too.

"Of course they did," Virgil said softly. "...Are you still thinking of leaving?"

Damien sat up from Virgil's arms, and worry flashed over Virgil's face.

"Because you know we won't stop you from leaving, but we're worried that you don't realize how much we care about-"

"No," Damien whispered.

"Huh?"

"I'm not leaving. I don't think I could even if I wanted to."

A large grin grew on Virgil's face and he opened his mouth to say something but paused when Damien placed a hand on his cheek.

The two gazed at each other for a moment, and then Damien kissed Virgil.

Kissing Virgil was so much softer than Damien ever imagined kissing someone could be. Virgil's arms wrapped securely around Damien's waist, and Damien felt safe.

They parted and gazed at each other, but only for a moment before they both leaned forward to reconnect their lips. Virgil made Damien feel cared for, adored, loved. Tears fell down Damien's cheeks as he placed his other hand on Virgil's other cheek and pulled Virgil closer, desperate for as much contact he could get. He couldn't think of a time before when he was handled so lovingly.

The next time they parted, Virgil gingerly wiped the tears from Damien's cheeks.

"I love you," Damien whispered. Virgil's eyes widened but a soft smile graced his face.

"I love you, too."

He leaned in for one more gentle kiss that made Damien's cheeks grow even more red.

When they separated for the last time, Virgil looked behind them and smirked to see a beaming Patton and a blushing Logan and Roman.

"Come here," Damien pleaded, and they quickly came and joined them on the couch, Roman sitting on his right side with Logan by Virgil and Patton by Roman.

Damien pressed a kiss on Roman's jaw where a bruise was forming.

"Thank you," Damien whispered. "All of you."

"Of course, my angel," Roman murmured as he kissed the top of Damien's head.

"Does this mean you're staying?" Patton asked, trying and failing to hide the hope in his voice.

"Yes," Damien said as he curled into Virgil's side. "If you'll have me. You all make me want to try."

"Of course, sweetie," Patton cooed as he reached over Roman for Damien's hand.

Damien soon moved onto the couch, insistent that he's been hogging the bedroom for far too long. But it wouldn't be that much longer before he moved into the bedroom with them.

First kisses would soon be shared between Damien and Patton, then Roman, then Logan, and later then the first "I love you"s. But it wasn't always easy. On the road to recovery, Damien sometimes found himself take a few steps back. He'd get angry and lash out, or say something he'd regret. Sometimes the others argued back, and sometimes they'd accidentally make Damien flinch. But they always ensured that things ended okay. None of them liked to fight, and any disagreements would quickly bubble down and end with what Patton called the "cuddle puddle."

Damien was happy, he was safe, and he was loved - things he used to never imagine for himself. And for the first time, he was certain he was where he needed to be.

Thanks so much to everyone who hung around for this whole thing! And thank you so much for the kind words, it means a lot!

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suitofvibraniumarmor · 4 years

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Boston Boys [Part Fifteen]

Summary: A shocking confession shakes Chris and Aurelie’s bond. Pairing: Chris Evans x OFC, John Krasinski x OFC Word Count: 1732 Chapter Warnings: Discussion of criminal activity including murder, language. Square Filled: The entire series (well, bits and pieces of it) will fill my Crossover square for @marvelfluffbingo. A/N: This story contains a character who lost her hearing as she got older. I do work closely and regularly with the D/deaf community (I’m a sign language interpreter), but my own hearing problems do not involve significant hearing loss. It is not my intention to offend anyone, only to bring in a character with a quality I don’t see often in other fics. If you have questions about her, feel free to ask :)

Additionally, I have decided to attempt to post a chapter a day until we get to the end of this bad boy. Since the fic is completed, it’s just a matter of me getting off my butt and putting the posts together!

Boston Boys Masterlist

By the time evening came around, Chris was no more ready to tell Elsa the truth about how he had come into her life than he had been that morning when he made the decision that this would be the night. They sat on the shore late with beers in hand, their vacationing neighbors sitting nearby, a bonfire going for all in the little community to enjoy. Chris was sitting in a large adirondack chair, and Elsa was sitting on his lap. She leaned her head on his shoulder; Chris kissed her forehead.

“Doing okay?” he asked.

Elsa nodded. “Yeah, I’m good. Thinking.”

“What’re you thinking about?”

“Boston.” She took a deep breath. “When I was growing up, I couldn’t imagine living outside of the city. There’s so much there. As I got older, I wanted to go and see other things, live other places, but never go far -- that’s how I landed in Boston, I knew I wanted to go there for college and post-grad. I thought New York would always be home, so I wanted to be close in case of any kind of emergency.” She paused to sit up and look at him, taking Chris’s face in her hands. “I’ve loved Boston for a long time, but I’ve never loved that city the way I love it now that I’m with you. Boston is home now because that’s where you are.”

Chris smiled and kissed her. His heart was soaring. How could he possibly ruin a moment like that? His phone rang in his pocket; Aurelie. He let the call go to voicemail, but it was a well-timed reminder that his commitment to be truthful with Elsa was not only to himself.

“Are you going to let all that go without a response?” Elsa chuckled.

“I’m sorry,” Chris sighed. “You’re home for me, Els. Wherever you are -- Boston, New York, Maine. It doesn’t matter to me. Where you are is where I want to be.”

“Even New York, after all that mess?”

Chris smiled again. “Even after the mess. I want us to be together, I want us to have a family, to have a future. In order for that to happen though, there’s something I need to tell you -- something I should have told you maybe from the beginning. I’m not the good person you think I am.”

Elsa frowned and stood from his lap. “What do you mean?”

He took a deep breath. His phone buzzed again, so he pulled it from his pocket. Aurelie, again. With a sigh, he apologized to Elsa and turned away to take the video call.

“I’m in the middle of something important here, sis,” Chris greeted.

“You can’t tell her, Chris,” Aurelie signed. “The police came to my house today, they questioned me for almost two hours about you and did I know where you were when the bank robberies took place. They’re catching on. Between the shooter the other night and this, I think you need to keep as many people in the dark as possible.”

Chris’s heart raced. “Okay, thanks for the head’s up. I’ll page you when I’m back in Boston.”

Aurelie ended the call, Chris put the phone back in his pocket. Shaking his head, he turned back to Elsa. He had to tell her something -- he was too far into it. So, he swallowed hard and let out a deep breath.

“My dad killed Aurelie’s dad. He wanted her mother, so he made it happen. Made it look like a random hit. No one ever even suspected it could have been more. He was a good man, Aurelie’s dad.” Chris ran a hand over his head. “I’ve never told anybody that in my life. I’m not sure Aurelie’s mom even knows the truth. Aurelie though, she was there when it happened. Her father died in her arms. Maybe that’s why she became a doctor, I don’t know.”

Elsa was crying silent tears. “Is that why you’ve always tried to protect her?”

“Yeah,” Chris admitted. “She didn’t deserve to have that taken away from her. She had a happy family. Her dad signed with her from the minute she started to lose her hearing. They were really close.”

“Why didn’t you say anything?”

Chris shrugged. “How could I? I was twelve when it happened, fourteen when they got married. The only thing I could do was take care of Aurelie. So, that’s what I’ve done since.”

Elsa walked slowly through the sand to get to him. She put her hands on his hips and set her forehead against his chest. Chris stood there for a while, waiting to see if she would say something, walk away … react in any way.

Finally, Elsa met eyes with him. “That does not make you a bad person, Christopher. In fact, I think it makes you a better person, for protecting Aurelie as best you could. I know she looks up to you and loves you -- otherwise, she wouldn’t have been so heated when she found you dating a girl you hadn’t told her about yet.”

Chris forced a chuckle; Elsa really had no idea of the truth. He leaned down to kiss her forehead. “Thank you, for saying that. Guess I’ll have to work on believing it. Let’s go to bed, huh?” Elsa nodded her agreement. Chris took her by the hand and led her back to where they were staying. Although they were both enjoying this little trip away, after the phone call from his sister and revealing his darkest secret to Elsa, Chris was ready to go home.

Boston did not give him the sense of safety Chris had been hoping for. Aside from the detectives questioning Aurelie, Robert Downey, Jr., had asked him to come in and see him again. Chris was tempted to ignore the request, but he knew better. And, as soon as he was out of Downey’s office, he paged Aurelie.

I’m not at work. Meet me at Stan’s.

Chris called Elsa to let her know that he was going to be late for supper at her place, and re-directed his walk to Stan’s. Aurelie hadn’t arrived yet, so he ordered for both of them -- then remembered that his sister was pregnant and canceled her beer for a water. He took both of the drinks to a secluded booth.

Aurelie spotted him almost right away. She slid into the booth across from him and thanked him for the water. “How was Maine?”

Chris nodded. “It was good. How are things here?”

She sipped from her water, seeming to measure her words carefully. “They’re fine.”

“Now tell me the truth,” Chris snorted.

She took a deep breath. “When those detectives showed up to my place, John was moving in. I told him he needed to be gone when they came back -- I claimed my cochlear needed to charge before I could talk to them -- and he flipped out. I told him I didn’t want to hide him, I wanted things as normal as possible. He not so patiently reminded me that I didn’t sign up for normal, that I knew what I was getting into.”

“And what happened after that?” Chris frowned.

“Haven’t talked to or heard from him since. Maybe it’s for the best.”

Chris chugged down half his beer. “Listen, Aur, I want you to be happy so believe me when I tell you I’m not saying this because of who he is -- it honestly might be for the best.”

“Come again?”

Chris looked around to make sure no one else was listening. “Downey’s cracking down. Too many things are getting out of his control and he doesn’t like it. He knows about Elsa and he knows about you and John. I don’t know how, but he does. Told me that I need to break it off with Elsa and make sure to separate you and John.”

“What does he care what I do?” Aurelie inquired.

“I don’t know,” he answered honestly. “But somehow he must benefit from having the two families distanced. If he finds out you're pregnant …”

Aurelie’s hand drifted down to her abdomen. She spread out her fingers and pressed down lightly; it was the only thing she could think to do to protect her child for the time being.

“I’m not going to let anything happen to you or the baby, okay?” Chris promised, reaching across the table to squeeze her free arm. “I’m going to take care of this. I don’t know how yet, but I’m going to find a way -- likely starting with whoever brought all of this to Downey’s attention.”

She finished off her water and nodded. Licking her lips, she quietly thanked him. He ordered another beer, but she passed on a water refill.

“Hey,” he said, sipping down the beer from the overly-full pint glass, “did those detectives ask you anything I should know about?”

Aurelie shook her head. “Nah. They tried to come up with some bullshit to get me to rat you out, though. They’ll lie about anything, I’m telling you.”

“What did they say?”

“They said that your dad killed my dad, that you knew about it, and that the both of you had kept it from me all these years. They asked if I had maybe snitched your dad out for revenge for finding that out.” She rolled her eyes. “I told them you would never keep something like that from me.”

Chris cleared his throat and emptied the glass. “Aurelie … ”

She frowned. “Chris? Chris. That’s not -- you wouldn’t keep something like that from me. Right?”

He licked his lips and looked up to the ceiling, praying for an answer for her, for time to pause, to rewind. Anything to get him out of that moment.

“Chris,” Aurelie repeated, shaking her head, “answer me. Tell me the truth.”

He couldn’t look her in the eye when he whispered, “I’m sorry, Aurelie.”

“Fuck you,” she hissed, pushing his beer glass over, the ice sliding out onto the table. She hurried out of the booth and then out of the bar.

Chris helped the waitress clean up the mess his sister had left behind, then ordered another beer and a couple of shots. He called Seb to let him know he was coming over. All he wanted to do was ignore the sudden spiral his life had started on.

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#marvelfluffbingo2020 #chris evans #john krasinski #fanfiction #crossover #criminal!au #queue and i remember budapest very differently

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the-ignoble-and-most-sane-black · 4 years

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Summary: I made Delilah years ago because I was bored and now I’m too emotionally invested in her and the marauders to stop writing about it so I decided to post it. She’s James Potter’s twin sister. It’s a marauders story. Predictable as hell.

Pairing: eventually Sirius x Delilah (I know, its cheesy)

Word count: 3k

Warning: maybe slightly scary imagery for a second? Snape is in there too so that’s definitely a warning. I’m stating this now before Snape stans come for me, he’s in there for a second. Not described to your standard. You have been warned! Also I’m dyslexic so maybe bad spelling?

The flap

The crisp flap of my father opening the daily profit is a staple of the morning in the Potter house.

His elbows perched upon the table, his spectacle hidden eyes overlooking. They were the only thing you could see over the paper covering his whole being. I was sure he did it just to keep James under control.

James on the other hand was gobbling his eggs like he had never been feed. Ripping into his toast and talking with mouth full.

"Should I slick my hair back?" He coughed out.

"Slow James," my mother laughed, sipping her tea.

"He only has one speed," watching my legs swing back and forth under the table.

"Delilah, please eat something" my mother nudged.

My brother and I were the same amount of opposite as we looked alike.

He was a man of action and I was an observer. He was laughs and jokes. Could outrun a horse with his energy. His talent and confidence hard to match.

That's why I preferred to be the other half of him. More of a background character to his antics. Course if anyone came for my brother they'd face a wrath likeable to the god of war.

We held our anger very similar. You don't mess with our family. Something you learn with older parents. Parents that parts of the Wizarding hate for their views. Their correct views. Which are that we are no more better than our neighbor because our blood.

We are both left handed. I mirrored our mother and he took after dad. Both have terrible eyesight. Kind people, once you got past how annoying we both are at first.

James couldn't keep still at what was happening today.

September 1st, 1971. Our first day of Hogwarts.

And I was too, excited to learn. I just hated new places. I liked the comfort of my home. I was just a anxious person compared the nothing my brother cared about.

That was why I wasn't eating.

"If you aren't going to I will!" James poked my arm rapidly, never tiring.

"James, leave your sister alone!" My father warned, never looking up from his paper.

"How can you do that?" James shook his head, folding up in his seat. "Teach me"

"You'll learn when you have kids," he winked to him, ruffling up his hair. "Get your feet off the chair"

"Please," James said over-dramatically, stealing my toast I was sliding him under the table. "Children are Delilah's thing!"

"Why is that?" fiddling with my eggs for mom's sake.

"Your a girl!" He peppered in as that answered the question.

"What's that suppose to mean!?" I raised my voice.

"Calm down," his hand pushing the air slightly, "I'm just saying I'm never, ever, having kids!"

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I stared at the brick wall waiting for it to dissolve. I think magic forgot I'm not that stupid. Only James would run straight at a brick wall. This had to be one of dad's jokes. Like when he tied my socks together on my feet and made them unremoveable. I had to crawl down the stairs to my mom in tears. Dad slept the night on the couch.

James offered his hand out to me. I looked it over, my hands glued to the cart by sweat.

"Come on, I've got you! We crash, then we do it together!" Flashing a smile.

And I took it. Knowing he was nervous about it too the moment our skin touched gave me comfort.

I had a gift.

I could feel people's emotions with a single touch. I could control them too. I tried not to do it often, debilitating to take people's emotions from them.

I only did it once.

When James broke his arm. He was trying to fly around the yard. He wanted to be the best quidditch player in the world, wanted to get onto the team his first year. It was a dream of his.

He hit the ground so hard I thought he died. Then came his tears. He wouldn't stop crying and I couldn't stand the sound of it. Watching him lay in the yard sobbing while clutching his arm against his chest. Listening to him choke on his tears, saying he'd never make it.

The minute his confidence wavered, I knew. I didn't have a second thought. My brother wasn't allowed to think about himself badly, not James Potter. I would suffer hell before I let that happen willingly.

We ran through the wall together, just as we came into this world. Three minutes apart from birth and it would be that way til death. We'd die by each other's side, grey and probably bickering about something. 3 minutes apart.

He laughed, thick and unbeatable. Like he was excited we made it through the wall. Trying to hid any embarrassment about thinking it wouldn't work. He stormed off in front of me. Trying to surf with the cart.

"James," Mom's voice wavered as it raised, "Slow down!"

But he was already gone. He only stopping when he ran over a kid. He was a stubby bloke, blonde hair that was slightly greasy. Slackened against his face. He was only eleven but was somehow managing side burns.

"Owww!" His voice shrieked, the cart laying by his side as he held his ankle.

"I'm sorry," James held onto his laugh, "I'm so sorry!"

If I could get away with hitting him I would have. Never could take a single thing seriously his whole life. He probably was born laughing.

"Are you okay?" I bent down to him, offering manners my brother lacked.

"No," he whined.

"You can sit with us, I promise to not run you over again" James held his hand against his heart before reaching out to pull him up.

The boy stepped onto my foot as James lifted him. He almost went right back down. I could see him shake, though I already knew he was nervous when I got close enough.

"She doesn't bite," James laughed, "I'm James, that's Delilah. We're twins! Don't we look identical?"

His arm slung around me, tugging me into his side.

James is messy jet black hair and hazel eyes. A centimeter taller than me, which he'd hold over me every chance he got. His skin slightly lighter than mine, not that it is noticeable to anyone but me.

I used dad's life work to keep my hair neat, the longest I ever let it grow was a bit past my shoulder. Dirty blonde but it looked a caramel color in most lights. Light freckles across my cheeks. Golden brown eyes.

We shared the same nose and lips. Our eyebrows grew in a similar shape and my face was a more feminine version of his.

We held each other differently. Squared shoulders, though he always looked relaxed. Probably the confidence. I was always tense, but I stood straight. I hid behind my hair, looking down to cover my face.

"I'm Peter," the boy finally managed, sharing a smile with James.

"I think we will be great friends, Pete!" He slung his arm around him. "Mom, Dad! This is our friend Pete!"

Our parents shared the same expression and kindly greeted Peter. They ran off after that, James dragging Peter behind him.

I stood by my parents for as long as I could, watching the clock.

"You can write us everyday," my mother kissed my left cheek and then my right. "We are always just an owl away."

"Excuse me!" A new voice called. "Sorry! I'm new?"

I looked back to see a girl with fiery ginger hair. Her green eyes were as bright and piercing as fresh cut grass.

Behind her stood a miserable looking blonde girl, hair curled and nose pinched. She didn't have a cart like the red hair girl.

Her and my parents started talking. Laughing along at something they said.

"I was supposed to meet my friend, Severus. I know nothing about magic, but I can't wait to learn!" She drawled, "I'm Lily Evans by the way, I forgot to mention that."

"I'm Delilah," I answered quick, afraid she would start talking again before I could finish. "Potter."

"We both have flower names" she smiled holding out her pinkie. "Flower friends."

I took it, holding my breath to not intrude on her. I made the decision to lead her onto the train. Searching through the crowd for James. I found him in a compartment hanging from the storage racks.

He had made a new friend. Lanky. Hidden under a baggy sweater and short pants. His light brown hair swooped down trying to hid a scar across his face. He coincidentally was also trying to hid a smile as James swung back and forth.

"Delilah!" His voice high and breathy. "Look!"

"You know him?" Lily sounded a tad disappointed under the curiosity.

He crashed down from what ever trick he was attempting, smiling up at us from the floor.

"He's my brother," I smiled, so slightly it looked like my resting face.

"Your shoe is untied," the lanky scarred boy answered, choking on a laugh. "Remus."

"Thank you," I pulled my brother up. "Delilah."

Lily moved over to Remus. Sitting next to him and beginning a conversation about the book on Remus’ lap. And just how James thought him and Peter would be great friends, I could see those two would be too.

"Who's your friend?" James whispered to me, it was the first time I saw my brother still.

"Lily Evans"

I didn't expect for it to unnerve so much. Days, I prayed for him just to calm down.

"Lily Evans" he hummed. "I'm gonna marry her!"

"How hard did you hit you head?" Faking sincerity as I laughed.

He nudged me back, pushing me right out of the compartment.

And that's how Sirius Orion Black came into our lives.

I wish I knew exactly how much he'd mean to me when I knocked him out. Instead of the idiot I thought him to be as he smiled up at me. His head by feet.

"Stars," he laughed, brushing his hair out of his face to reveal his grey eyes.

"Excuse me?" Blowing my bangs back, James sliding under my arms.

"Sorry, De!" He snickered, yanking me up.

"You've got stars on your shoes," the boy sprung to his feet with the grace of a dancer. Dusting his hands off on his trousers. He outstretched it, leaning his whole body to me. "Sirius Black!"

The smile on his face and the way he threw his head back screamed two things. The first was arrogance and the second was trouble. Two things that attracted my brother instantly.

James took his hand as quick as he could.

"James Potter," gingerly as ever.

Sirius paused for a moment holding his smile.

"I like your shoes," he pointed to me.

I looked down to my beat up red chucks, they were stained from running after James in muddy woods. Drawings from when I'd get bored. They were the most ugly looking shoes in the world.

"My shoes?" Trying to figure out what was going on in the boys head.

"Yeah. The stars are a nice touch" he winked, brushing back his thick black hair.

"You here with anyone?" My brother butted in, "cause we got room!"

"Alright," he looked up to the rack over the window. "Have you ever tried hanging from those? Dad always bats me off them, but"

"As amazing as flying a broom!" James answered.

"I think we’ll get along just fine. Must be fate that" he realized he didn't know my name, his face falling.

For once I couldn't place the emotion. He was a hidden boy and every fiber of my being I wanted to know why. Curious by nature, I suppose. Never met a person I couldn't read.

"Don't mind Deli, she not one for fate! Analysis" James gagged.

"Deli?" He asked, "that's a strange name."

"It's short for Delilah," I corrected. "No one calls me Deli."

"She hates it," James mused, "per the rules of being the oldest, I must annoy her!"

"Three minutes," shaking my head.

I was three minutes older. I decided from a young age that James needed to be the older brother. It made more sense that way.

"Your twins?" Everyone spoke in unison except Peter, he smiled holding a laugh in his chest.

"They are identical!" He broke the shocked silence.

"Nice one, Pete!" James patted his shoulder.

Him and Sirius falling down next to him.

I sat opposite of them, next to Remus and Lily, who James was now calling Evans, much to Lily's dismay.

James always had to give people nicknames.

Sirius and James accents were quite a contrast, enough to give people a culture shock. James is cockney true as the city. Sirius is smooth english, a bit of French mixed in.

Yet the two of them were basically joined at the hip in the five minutes they've known each other. He always could make friends as if it were as easy to breath.

That was until a cheesed off boy slammed our door open, brooding look in his eyes. If I thought Sirius was dodgy, this greasy dark haired boy took the top spot!

"Lily, I have been looking for you everywhere!" He whined, his foot stomping.

"Sorry, Severus" she brushed her hair behind her ear, grabbing her stuff. "I'll see you guys later!"

"Where are you going?" James surged forward, "there's room for one more! James Potter" he held his hand out to the boy.

He looked it over, taking Lily's hand and pulling her along with him.

"Tosser," James mumbled, "didn't need to drag her off like that!"

He fell back into his seat.

"I'm sure the love of your life will return" reassuring him.

"You snide now, but just you wait Deli! She loves me, I know it!"

"What is he talking about?" Whispered Remus, his elbow brushing against my leg.

All I heard was a howl and the feeling on my back braking. When the contact broke my hands went to my back, realizing it was fine. But the shocked expression didn't leave my face.

"Are you okay?" His finger bending the corner of his book in.

"Are you?"

"What?" He slid slightly back.

Why am I so weird? Did James steal the ability to form a normal conversation in the womb? I already knew the answer to that one.

"Nothing sorry," shaking my head, pulling it towards my chest. "He thinks he's going to marry Lily. Don't know why."

I spent the entire train ride thinking about what happened. Looking at the scars on his hands, one peaking out from his collar. There was only one conclusion. Yet he sat there crossed legged, diligently reading a book in a wool sweater with patches on the elbows. a 11 year old with the anxiety of a middle aged man.

I adored him.

The train rolled to stop. We were at Hogwarts. I could curl up in a ball, hide under the seat. They'd never find me. Go right back home.

"Woah," James pressed against the glass, "that man is HUGE!"

"Let me see!" Pete joined him, shoving his way in.

"You look ghastly!" Sirius mentally slapped himself. "You alright?"

His hand went out to me again and James was too enthralled by the tall bloke ringing a bell to save me. I could just not take it, but I didn't want to be rude.

I squeezed my eyes shut, he wasn't as easy as lily. I felt what I thought was a whip slash cross my body.

I shivered pulling back.

"My hands that cold?" He joked

"She doesn't like touching people," James turned, "feels their emotions or whatever"

"Pardon?" Sirius pulled back, scratching the back of his head.

"She's only a slight freak!" Holding my shoulders, "trust me, she's just fine you've got nothing to worry about, mate!"

"Thank you," I mumbled under my breath. "If you aren't feeling a practically strong emotion I don't feel anything. Sometimes see a quick memory. But normally it's nothing"

"See, Nothing!" Butted in James again.

Remus looked me over with eyes I didn't enjoy, like I could be a potential threat. Though there was nothing behind his eyes besides worry. Slinging his bag over his shoulder.

Sirius was more concerned, pondering if I saw anything and if so, what. I was just more concerned as to why my brother’s new friends gave me the most horrible feelings.

"Did you see anything?" He finally asked.

I didn't meet his eye, "no"

"Promise to stay out of my head, deli" he offered

I only smiled, "I make no promises."

"I like you," he whispered before following James and Peter out of the train.

Then it was just Remus and I

"You are a bad liar," his eyes glued to the ground. "So what do you see?"

"When I touched Sirius?" I answered.

He stifled a laugh, "no."

"I'm not scared of you," his eyes shot up, "I know you are worried about that. I'm not going to tell."

"Why?" He answered.

"You're wearing mismatched socks," I nodded, pulling my shoes down a bit to reveal my mismatched socks. "We can be strange together!"

"I'd like that," a relieved smile on his face.

I managed to make my first friend.

Sirius was up to the hat first. The cocky smile fell from his face as quick as the voices in the room when the hat yelled gryffindor. A Black in gryffindor. The only one excited was James.

James anxiously danced next to me, pulling at my sleeve. He was dreading how far back our names were. That's was until Lily got up there.

Gryffindor too.

"My best friend and wife in the same house as me!" He whispered to me. "Pete, what house do you think you'll get onto?"

"Hufflepuff" He nodded, the most certain I've seen him.

"What about you?" Asked Remus.

"Ravenclaw," I lied.

I had no idea where I'd go, but something told me it was Slytherin. I looked to James, afraid that this would be my last moment with my brother

"Me too," Remus scanned me over, until his name was called, "wish me luck!"

"Luck"

He was gryffindor too. The names went on and on until I knew it was me next.

"James," I grabbed his hand.

"What's the matter?" I was shaking.

"I love you!"

Delilah Potter

"I'll be at the table with you in a minute," he shoved me forward.

Please don't be Slytherin. Please don't be Slytherin. For the love of Queen Elizabeth II don't be Slytherin.

GRYFFINDOR

James never cheered louder.

#sirius black #james potter #remus lupin #peter pettigrew #marauders era #lily evans #james potter x sister! reader #sirius black x reader #my ocs #marauders fic #delilah potter

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waitineedaname · 5 years

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davekat childhood friends remeeting in college au please,,,, my heart (also congrats!! you deserve all the love i stan you sm)

you have all my uwus omg

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Going to college far away was fucking weird. Dave didn’t mind it, but it was just… well, there were pros and cons to his choice in higher education.

Pro: the school had a really great photography program.

Con: he was really far away from basically everyone he knew.

Pro: being so far away meant he didn’t have to worry about his Bro breathing down his neck anymore.

Con: no, seriously, like really far away.

Pro: his professors seemed decent so far and the dining hall was close to his dorm.

Con: oh god what the fuck was he thinking.

Okay, maybe he was overreacting a little bit. It wasn’t like he was completely cut off from everyone. John had agreed to Facetime him regularly, and Jade sent him tons of Snapchats from wherever far off place she was gallivanting through before she had to go back to school too. Rose was close enough that they could occasionally road trip and visit each other, but not close enough that it could be a regular thing. And hey, maybe he’ll really hit it off with his roommate or something, and everything will be okay.

He plopped himself down on the far side of his English classroom and pulled out his notebook. It was the first day for this particular class and it was only an hour long, so he doubted they’d be doing much else than going over the syllabus, but having his notebook out meant he could doodle and, subsequently, pay attention better. He was busy trying to draw a hyperrealistic eye over a ridiculously abstract SBaHJ mouth just to see what it would look like when the professor reached his name in roll call.

“Here.” He said, glancing in her direction before pulling out the syllabus so he could read over it while still doodling. Having a last name that started with S usually meant they were nearing the end of the attendance sheet by the time they got to him, so unless someone had a name that started with V or something, they were basically done.

“Karkat Vantas?” The professor said, and Dave’s head snapped up. Wait, what?

“Here,” came the raspy response near the door. Dave’s eyes nearly bugged out of his head. He’d thought maybe it was just a weird case of someone mysteriously having the same name as his childhood friend, but no shit, that was Karkat. He was like ten when he last saw him, so he looked a lot older and a hell of a lot more exhausted, but there was no mistaking him. Holy shit.

Dave barely paid attention the whole time the professor went over the syllabus, too busy trying to catch Karkat’s eye, but dammit, he was totally focused on what the professor was saying. He almost laughed at how little things had changed. Karkat was always the one hanging off their teachers’ every word, while Dave was the one with the undiagnosed ADHD trying to distract his best friend with whatever he had on hand.

He finally managed to tune back in to catch his professor saying something about how she wanted them to “really form a bond with your fellow classmates” and how they should “pair up with a classmate you don’t know so you have a buddy if you miss class or need help.” Dave damn near leaped out of his seat when she let them loose to socialize for the last ten minutes of class, and he made a bee-line to Karkat’s seat.

“Karkat.” He said, bouncing on his heels at Karkat’s table. Karkat looked up from where he’d been shoving his books back in his backpack and gave him a confused look.

“Uh, hi.” He said, giving him no sign that he recognized him. Dave panicked.

“It’s me!” Dave said, then immediately winced at his own vagueness. “Dave.”

“That… sure is your name.” Karkat was continuing to disoriented and more than a little annoyed.

“No, dude, Dave Strider. We went to elementary school together? You had those bigass glasses and I called them ugly on the playground because I was a stupid five year old with no sense of etiquette - not that I’m much better now, I guess, since this is probably the most awkward way I could’ve possibly reintroduced myself, but, shit, I’m getting off track. You threw mud at my shades and said now we both had ugly glasses, and then we ate lunch together like every day after that. Do-. Do you remember?” He faltered a little bit, worried this was an unfortunate case of mistaken identity. Karkat’s eyes widened cartoonishly as recognition passed across his face.

“Holy shit. Dave?!”

“Yeah, dude, the one and only.”

“Jesus fuck, you got tall.” Karkat commented, sitting back and looking him over.

“And you did not.” Dave teased, relaxed now that they were on the same page. He hopped up to sit to the side of Karkat’s desk. “How the fuck have you been, man? Where the hell did you even move to? It was like you disappeared off the face of the earth.”

“Basically.” Karkat snorted. “My dad got a job transfer out of fucking nowhere that summer and the whole family had to move. It sucked having to start all over in sixth goddamn grade, but whatever. I’m sure you weren’t too distraught at my absence since you had John.” Karkat added, gently shoving at his leg in a halfhearted attempt to get him off his desk.

“I mean yeah, John and I got hella tight after that, but it sucked losing my oldest friend.” Dave shrugged. Karkat gave him a skeptical look.

“You cannot be referring to me.”

“No, I’m referring to some other idiot I started hanging around when I could barely walk. Yeah, I’m referring to you, dipshit. We were like soul brothers, man. Joined at the goddamn hip. Two peas in one dumbass pod pretending to slay dragons on the playground. Or aliens. Or that one time your furry sister started reading those Warriors books and she convinced us to roleplay cats. How’s she doing, by the way?”

“Nepeta’s fine.” Karkat said, amused. “What, are you looking for someone to help you break out of your repressed furry state? Do you want me to draw you a fucking fursona?” He patted Dave’s knee and put on a condescending tone. “It’s okay, bro, I won’t judge.”

“I mean, are you offerin’? What’re your commission rates?” The look Karkat gave him was scathing. “Nah, I’m kidding. If I want furry art, I can just hit up Jade. What I am wondering is if you wanna maybe grab something to eat?” Dave asked, faux casual. “I dunno if you’ve hit up that burger place by the university union, but they’re not half bad, and their fries fucking kick ass. Like seriously, orgasmic level shit. I’d fucking live off of those fries if I could. I mean, I probably could eat nothing but overly seasoned fries until the day I die, but that date would be way sooner than it should be because I’ll have destroyed my digestive tract with salt. But, you know, you gotta make sacrifices for what you love, and I’m telling you, I really do love those fries.”

“Jesus christ, you really haven’t changed.” Karkat rolled his eyes. “Here I was hoping - no, praying that puberty might have forced you to finally grow a single brain cell, but I guess I should be used to my dreams being dashed and splattered to oblivion like someone took the most fragile, paper thin egg thrown against a brick wall. Oh, you see that tiny little dribble of yolk sliding down the most microscopic sliver of an eggshell? That’s the last of my hope for humanity leaking away because you’re still a goddamn imbecile.”

“Yeah, well, puberty finally helped you grow a jawline. Shit could cut diamonds. Uh,” Dave panicked, “Not that I’m checking out your jaw or anything. Fuck, that wasn’t even a good come back, goddammit-”

Karkat’s simultaneously exasperated and fond made his heart flutter just the tiniest bit. “Just take me to the fucking burger place, shitbrain.”

“Yeah, okay.”

Maybe he wouldn’t be too lonely after all.

#dave strider #karkat vantas #davekat #homestuck #THIS IS SUCH A GOOD PROMPT THANK YOU #my writing #okay to reblog #and thank u for the love omg <3 #u know how I said I'd made some really good friends???#that's you bro!!!!#thank you for making this a Good Time #notedchampagne #asks

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lullabieswrappedinlies · 4 years

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Boston Boys [Part Fifteen]

Boston Boys Masterlist

“Doing okay?” he asked.

Elsa nodded. “Yeah, I’m good. Thinking.”

“What’re you thinking about?”

“Are you going to let all that go without a response?” Elsa chuckled.

“I’m sorry,” Chris sighed. “You’re home for me, Els. Wherever you are -- Boston, New York, Maine. It doesn’t matter to me. Where you are is where I want to be.”

“Even New York, after all that mess?”

Elsa frowned and stood from his lap. “What do you mean?”

He took a deep breath. His phone buzzed again, so he pulled it from his pocket. Aurelie, again. With a sigh, he apologized to Elsa and turned away to take the video call.

“I’m in the middle of something important here, sis,” Chris greeted.

Chris’s heart raced. “Okay, thanks for the head’s up. I’ll page you when I’m back in Boston.”

Elsa was crying silent tears. “Is that why you’ve always tried to protect her?”

“Why didn’t you say anything?”

Chris shrugged. “How could I? I was twelve when it happened, fourteen when they got married. The only thing I could do was take care of Aurelie. So, that’s what I’ve done since.”

I’m not at work. Meet me at Stan’s.

Aurelie spotted him almost right away. She slid into the booth across from him and thanked him for the water. “How was Maine?”

Chris nodded. “It was good. How are things here?”

She sipped from her water, seeming to measure her words carefully. “They’re fine.”

“Now tell me the truth,” Chris snorted.

“And what happened after that?” Chris frowned.

“Haven’t talked to or heard from him since. Maybe it’s for the best.”

Chris chugged down half his beer. “Listen, Aur, I want you to be happy so believe me when I tell you I’m not saying this because of who he is -- it honestly might be for the best.”

“Come again?”

“What does he care what I do?” Aurelie inquired.

“I don’t know,” he answered honestly. “But somehow he must benefit from having the two families distanced. If he finds out you're pregnant …”

Aurelie’s hand drifted down to her abdomen. She spread out her fingers and pressed down lightly; it was the only thing she could think to do to protect her child for the time being.

She finished off her water and nodded. Licking her lips, she quietly thanked him. He ordered another beer, but she passed on a water refill.

“Hey,” he said, sipping down the beer from the overly-full pint glass, “did those detectives ask you anything I should know about?”

Aurelie shook her head. “Nah. They tried to come up with some bullshit to get me to rat you out, though. They’ll lie about anything, I’m telling you.”

“What did they say?”

Chris cleared his throat and emptied the glass. “Aurelie … ”

She frowned. “Chris? Chris. That’s not -- you wouldn’t keep something like that from me. Right?”

He licked his lips and looked up to the ceiling, praying for an answer for her, for time to pause, to rewind. Anything to get him out of that moment.

“Chris,” Aurelie repeated, shaking her head, “answer me. Tell me the truth.”

He couldn’t look her in the eye when he whispered, “I’m sorry, Aurelie.”

“Fuck you,” she hissed, pushing his beer glass over, the ice sliding out onto the table. She hurried out of the booth and then out of the bar.

Tags: @themtbmbgirl @keithseabrook27 @ulovemelightsout @rosie2801 @professorkrasinski

#john krasinski #chris evans #fanfiction #crossover #criminal!au #absolutely i queue

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midnightswithdearkatytspb · 5 years

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Everything’s Gonna Be Alright

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x OFC Stark

Rating: PG

Warning(s): Mentions of Character Death, Fluff & Angst

Word Count: 2,235

Info: I entered @littledarlinhavefaithinme Sebastian Stan Summer Song Writing Challenge. I choose to do it based off of Lullaby by Shawn Mullins. So I loosely and I mean loosely based it off the song, where she grew up with Tony, and Bucky does quote my favorite line of the song at the end. Also big thanks to @coffeebucko for making my moodboard!

Synopsis: Bruce snaps everyone back into existence and Thanos is gone. 5 years have passed and many things have changed for Remedy Stark, she’s an older sister, her dads gotten married to her mother figure and she isn't sure where she fits in it all.

Remedy Stark was born at the tail end of the ’80s, her father couldn't tell her much about how she was born but he could tell her about her mother and the story of how she was brought to him. Remedy could recount the story of being dropped off at her dad, Tony’s front doorstep by her mothers grieving friend. How Tony took one look at six-year-old her and cursed under his breath.

Remedy started showing her mutant abilities just a few months after she had moved in with her father. Tony had been working with some tools when he cut his finger open, feeling bad Remedy walked over grabbed her father's finger and kissed it. After telling him it was all better Tony looked down to find it healed with not even a scar left behind. That night they sat at the breakfast nook where Tony made Remedy promise she would keep her powers to them, and she did till she fixed Uncle Rhodey’s broken arm.

Tom Cruise, Johnny Depp, Bono, Mariah Carey, 2Pac, Elon Musk, Madonna, Michael J. Fox, Kevin Costner, Liv Tyler, Whitney Houston, Richard Branson, Steven Tyler, Bruce Springsteen, Celine Dion, and Leonardo DiCaprio were among the few who partied at the Stark mansion, getting to see Remedy Stark grow up. She learned to speak many languages, her best friend was an artificial intelligence named Just A Rather Very Intelligent System, or Jarvis for short, her father created, till she went to a private charter school.

Now Remedy, wasn’t as smart as her father, but she did skip a few grades here and there, graduating at the age of 14 in 2001. The same year Pepper Potts entered both her and her father's life, she watched them dance around each other in fawning, praying for the day when either her dad grew mature or one of them made a move. That was also the year her second mutation activated, all Remedy had to do was think of a place she wanted to be and she would end up there, unfortunately, it happened in front of both Pepper and her father. It became a family secret.

Years went by, she watched the only woman she ever saw as a mother figure dive in love with her father, while he became a superhero. Aliens it turned out were real, a frozen super-soldier her father spent his entire existence in the shadow was alive, assassins could have their own family and be a damn good friend, also Nazis it turned out were still around.

Being called an Avenger was pretty amazing, but what felt even more amazing to Remedy was saving lives. Fixing the wrongs in the world that you could. Remedy found a family in the Avengers. Wanda was someone who was her own and that could relate to the pressures of being someone with powers. Steve soon after the battle New York, became her best friend, a brother she never she wanted, along with Clint and Sam. Natasha, well she was another Aunt and another mother figure of sorts who brought along Bey. Bey was Natasha’s child, her pride and joy, but also Remedy’s best friend.

Turns out when you get shocked by Thor when trying to save a small nation, well it can awaken hidden powers where you can open portals. Soon everyone knows your secrets and governments well they don't care that you are a Stark, or that you save lives, they notice the fallout you leave behind.

Remedy knew Steve and her father Tony getting along was never going to last, they always had a fallout but they always came together in the end. This time Remedy wasn't able to foretell the destruction, Thunderbolt Ross would have on the group. Remedy left to go bury her Godmother Peggy Carter, then the next thing she knew she was a wanted fugitive.

Tony wanted her to hate Bucky, for killing her grandparents she barely knew, but she couldn't find it in her. It wasn't Bucky’s fault it was the men behind the controls. She could be angry at Steve for not telling her father but she could easily forgive him attempting to protect his best friend, she would do the same for Wanda and Bey.

When it was all over, said and done, T’Challa welcomed Remedy along Bey to lay low in Wakanda when they weren't trying to be vigilantes. Pepper would meet up with Remedy behind Tony’s back, updating her on her father as well as her godfather. Always going their separate ways with a hug and tears in their eyes.

Than Thanos happened and one moment she was assisting Natasha to get up after healing her broken arm, getting ready to open a portal, next she saw her body turning to ash before her very eyes. Next, she was standing between Sam Wilson, Bucky with Bey who was transformed into a Mammoth with both Princess Shuri and Spiderman on their back, as they were being portalled back to New York.

Remedy fought long and hard, the burning feeling in lungs, long since came a constant reminder she was alive. Working back to back with Wanda most of the fight, sending people her way, or defending Spider-Man, or well Peter, he had stopped to introduce himself and to apologize for the black eye back in Germany. Yeah, she could grow to like the kid and could see why her dad did too.

Seeing her dad again for the first time in what felt like forever, was crazy, especially when Remedy half expected him to yell at her, instead he hugged her. Remedy honestly couldn't remember the last time her father had hugged her. He held her tightly to the metal suit he had long lost his helmet it seemed, Remedy could have sworn she felt tears hit her scalp.

“You are so grounded young lady, I don’t care if you are 30 years old, you are grounded! No television, phone, no boys, we are going to have a long talk about what it means to be a vigilante and not talk to our parents.” Tony broke the silence that surrounded them, trying to make his daughter laugh, while she tugged him down to dodge a laser beam heading their way.

Remedy wasn't sure how long the fight even lasted but for her, it ended with her on Bey’s Polar Bear form a few yards away from Bruce Banner who was in possession of the gauntlet. Bruce snapped and the next thing she noticed was the aliens they had been fighting were turning to dust. Thanos was defeated and all of a sudden it felt like a weight was lifted off their shoulders. Exhaustion hit Remedy hard and it was expected so the last thing she remembered was the white fur, hitting her face before she was caught by Clint.

The drive to wherever they were going seemed to drag on as Remedy got stuck between the two super soldiers, a guy named Frank Castle was driving and he wouldn't let anyone touch for stereo. Somehow Sam had won a coin toss and got to ride shotgun, while in the very back Bey was sharing their iPod with Wanda and Karen Page, was snoring.

When Remedy came to in the back of a truck that belonged to Castle, Pepper had been pushing her hair back. Tears had been cascading down her face even though she was smiling, Remedy had tried to smile but everything in her body has hurt. Pepper was in her suit of armor, Remedy remembered choking out the colors were far better than Dad’s, making Pepper laugh. Tony had leaned over the side of the truck kissing the crown of her head, reminding her favoritism sucked.

Soon they were invited back to Stark-Potts household because of course they got married, but it turns out they no longer lived in the city but out by Lake George. The two-hour drive listening to classic rock and alternative rock, barley any legroom, the constant sniff, and cough was starting to get to Remedy. Almost making her wish she had taken up the Peter Quill guy, or even Scott Lang offers up for a lift.

As Hozier’s voice crooned about how he should have taken better care of his lover, the road Frank had turned on to suddenly became bumpy. Steve sat up straighter, suddenly elbowing Remedy in the ribs with his sharp elbow, causing her to take a deep intake of breath. Bucky reached around Remedy smacking his best friend on the back of the skull, getting a laugh out of Wanda and Bey in the back. Steve gave her an apologetic look as they drew closer to a cabin that looked almost luxurious, right away Remedy knew this was one of her Dad’s places.

As the Range Rover came to a slow stop, Remedy noticed Happy, Pepper, and Rhodey standing on the porch together, with drinks in their hands. Remedy followed Bucky out of the car and saw the lake to her left, it's beauty was serene, she could see why Pepper and her Dad would settle here. Suddenly arms were around Remedy’s legs and holding on tightly to her, with no foreseeable plan to let go it seemed.

“Remy, Daddy said he would bring you home and he did! Mom said you would teach me how to play guitar and you’d Dutch braid. I’m so happy your home.” Remedy stared down at the little girl at her legs in confusion before she heard footsteps nearing, and a hand was placed on top of the little girls head. That hand is turned our belonged to her father and beside him was Pepper, both of which were smiling at her.

“Remedy, this is Morgan, we had her shortly after the snap. Morgan this is your older sister Remedy.” Tony was now holding Morgan in his arms, who continued to stare at Remedy was adoration.

“I know who Remedy is Daddy, I have her picture at my bedside, I tell her goodnight every night and I read to her. Well not her, the picture of her, but now I can read to her because you brought her home to us, as you promised!” Remedy felt her heart rate skyrocket, she had a sister, she had been gone five years and so much has changed. To the right, she could hear Bey screaming no, as Clint was saying sorry, everything felt louder, her breathing more shallow.

“Remy?” Pepper put her hand on her shoulder like she used to do when she was a teenager, and she felt the world was out to get her, but Pepper always reassured her, she was stronger than those who brought her down. Remy tried her hardest to smile at Morgan, but she felt perhaps it still came out more like a grimace than anything else.

“Morgan, it's so good to meet you. If you don't mind, I just need a second to catch my breath.” Remedy had reached over and squeezed her little sister soft delicate hand in a loving gesture before she turned away from her family. Her legs taking her out towards the edge of the dock of the lake, hands-on her hips she found herself struggling to breathe as her mind raced.

Where did she belong now? Why did she have to leave all those years ago, she should have come home with the tail tucked between her legs and signed the accords, they could have been a family. She had missed out on the wedding, the one she had wished for since she was a pre-teen, on her birthday cakes and falling stars. Tony had taken in Peter Parker, Spider-Man who was a pretty cool kid, but still, she missed out on seeing them interact. Here she was a big sister and she missed five years of bed life and yet she seemed to know everything about her, acted like she was the best thing in the world. What would Morgan think when she found out that she wasn't all that great?

An arm around her shoulder, the scent of metal, tea tree, sandalwood, amber, leather, and moss hit her nose, indicating Bucky was the one at her side. He ran his flesh hand up and down her arm, as he put his face in her hair shushing her as she began to cry. Remedy didn't need to be told that Natasha was also gone, along with Vision, people they lost in the war. Her family was falling apart and she felt so broken, yet here was a man she spent weeks on the run, months in Wakanda with, comforting her.

“I’m not sure about you, but I feel a little lost right now, but that's because we are in a strange place, but I promise you Remedy, you got me. You aren’t alone and we’ve got Sam and Bey as well as Steve.” Remedy kept her head in the crook of Bucky’s neck as the vibrations of his voice soothed her along with the smoothing up and down motions of him rubbing her back.

“Everything’s going to be alright.” Bucky kissed the crown of her forehead and looked out at the water while he just held Remedy in his. He vowed to keep her safe and maybe they could help each other piece themselves back together in this messed up world.

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mxnark · 4 years

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♫ rk memes - song drabbles

now playing… you’re the reason (acoustic) by victorious ft. victoria justice

because the acoustic one fits this better than the original

it was supposed to be like any other night for mina.

when it came to her favorite shows, she'd make a point in the house that she was going to stay in her bedroom and watch whichever one of her favorites was on from the start time until it ended. she never actually brought it up to her family though, considering everyone had other things to do than bother her with anything. not to mention, she'd just get another lecture by her mom, saying she was going to ruin her eyes by always keeping her eyes on whatever screen was nearby her. but she always ignored her because 1. she's a teenager and 2. she ignores her mom's commands on a daily basis anyway.

like the kids in her school and her mutuals on social media, she was a fan of survival shows. the reason why is because of her interest in the idol industry in general, as she's always looking for new songs to cover and new groups to fangirl about. she also just liked the fact that this one felt like any other western singing competition, except mixed in with real idol companies that were willing to make them become a star and not a dumb british man who looked like an egg.

she was prepared in the most extra way. she brought up microwaved popcorn (that she secretly brought up to her room so that her mom wouldn't yell at her about that), a bunch of blankets, a fully charged laptop for streaming, and her phone that was opened to her stan twitter account. when the show finally starts on her stream, she watches the episode with excitement over the possible superstars she'll see. she can't wait until she is able to get a good screenshot and make it her icon until the next episode where she'll get an even better icon and so on.

so far, each of the contestants looked promising to her and she doesn't seem to recognize any of them. it's expected, really. she didn't really think she'd be able to meet a future idol anyway since she's always kept to herself. however, as the episode progresses, she does recognize one face. she goes on her twitter account to tweet "omg i think one of my brother's friends is on this season of mgas holy Shit my bro knows a future celebrity".

she continues to watch more contestants go and she makes her comments on them, saying which ones seemed god-tier talented and which ones were super attractive. but when she sees him, she drops her phone on her lap and pauses the stream quickly to make sure that her eyes were not fooling her. no... no. it can't be.

but as she clicks play to return to it, she hears his voice and it only confirms her previous thoughts, leaving her shocked as she watches kang daniel, her older brother that literally lives with her, is on her laptop screen. he's on national fucking television. she stays in that shock until she sees the popup that says "hello, daniel’s parents!" where she tries to hold back a laugh. as if both of them, let alone their mother, would watch this.

“they don’t know i’m here, actually. think you could keep it a secret? between you and me?” he asks to who she assumes to be an interviewer behind the camera, but it also somewhat feels like it could be directed to her. it wasn't like she was going to tell them anyway, considering mina's very aware of how her mom would react to it all. if he's lucky, he could be able to get out of the house with his head still above his shoulders. plus, the two of them had each other's back since she was born. she's not going to snitch on her ride-or-die bro. maybe to james, but definitely not to daniel.

as the episode goes on, she opens her phone and quickly types her thoughts in a tweet: "yo, that dude who sang the jesus song is kinda crazy for not telling his parents abt this. but u know what? he's talented . u go jesus dude"

she prays to god he doesn't find her tweets in the future. sure, she's under an alias and doesn't have any selfies on her acc. but if he knew that she called him jesus dude rather than just saying straight-up "my brother"? that would be humiliating.

...

"hey, can we talk?"

it's surprising to hear that come out from her own mouth. usually, she'd hear it being said by him or her parents. she was never much of a confrontational person growing up, not to mention this quote sounded... mature in a way and that didn't suit mina. but, it was the appropriate thing to say in this situation, especially after the one dinner where she was basically giving him looks full of suspicion. she doesn't know if he knew that she knew about the mgas, so she waits until the appropriate time to go up to talk to him about it... a.k.a on the drive back to school.

he tenses up and it makes her frown. "you don't have to shit your pants. you know what i'm going to talk about."

"sorry, sorry," he responds, relaxing a little. he's silent, as if waiting for her to just say it. he knows her well enough that she's not going to beat around the bush.

"no offense, but you never seemed like a person who'd stand in front of a video camera and sing to it willingly," she says off the bat. "why did you audition for this? don't you know lots of people are going to watch you on stage?"

"i wanted sungwoon to audition, but he said he wasn't going to go alone," he explains, making the situation make more sense to mina as to why the both of them were there. "i only came as support but i..." he drops the sentence to let out a sigh.

just from the explanation, it made her feel a little bit bad for him. she understood why this was stressing him out, considering he actually cared about what their mom and dad thought of him. even if she wasn't able to relate to that, she knew that their reaction to it wouldn't be as supportive as both of them wished it would be. and the fact that he's stuck in this just because he wanted to give his best friend support? that was so on-brand of him. mina wasn't angry at him to begin with. sure, she was a little hurt that he didn't say anything about it to her. but after hearing this? it's practically impossible to be angry at him now.

"look, if you're worried about me telling mom or dad about this, i won't," she says as an attempt to reassure him. "snitches get stitches. if i tell anyone, you can run over my phone or something. but i won't, so you don't have to do that and make me hate you for the rest of my life."

the exaggeration makes him laugh and it makes mina internally sigh in relief to know that it worked. "oh god, i can't imagine taking you-know-who's title. that'd be awful."

"hell yeah it would," she says with a big smile. "don't even compare yourself to him, though. that's self-deprecation. you're obviously a little bit better."

as the car pulls up to their house, mina quickly unbuckles her seatbelt, assuming daniel had somewhere else to be since he wasn't parked at his usual spot. before she could open the door, he says something. "mina?"

she turns back to face him. "what?"

"thanks," he says. even if it's simple, she knows there's something more within it. and though she was a queen for the dramatics, she wasn't going to make it a big deal. she never did when it came to showing affection anyway.

she gives him a playful, light punch to his arm. "you're dumb," she says. "you know i got you. kang gang through everythang." as soon as that comes out of her mouth, there's a look of disgust on her face. "that sounds disgusting. forget i ever said that."

she ignores the amused reaction and leaves the car. when she walks to the door, she looks behind to see his car disappeared. she smiles when the feeling of refreshment comes down on her. it was always felt good to talk to daniel, especially when it came to family stuff. even if they were more different than they were before, it felt good to know that she wasn't alone in this. she can't say that she was lucky to be an only child because she definitely wouldn't be able to handle her mom on her own. she can't say that she's lucky for not being an only child either since their oldest brother was also not making her life easier when he was still living with them.

maybe she's just lucky that she has daniel as an older brother, too. in school, she's always surrounded by kids who constantly complained about their older brothers and sisters and while she can add to that discussion when talking about james, she never really had anything bad to say about daniel. the only time she does say bad things about him is to him personally, and most of the time it was just light-hearted teasing.

without him, she didn't know where she'd be.

...

home did feel a little bit different now that daniel wasn't around anymore.

it didn't really click on the night that it happened. to mina, it felt like he was on timeout and wasn't allowed to go back home until she calmed down her temper, even though she didn't show any big sign of anger to him during the discussion. even though he told her about it, she didn't remember showing any sadness. she only smiled and gave a thumbs up while saying "you're finally escaping the evil witch's lair! congratulations!" he gives a sad smile, but the conversation goes on as normally until it ends with a hug and an "i won't miss you too much."

but on the night after that, when she took notice of the empty chair, it finally did hit. it was for his own good, she told herself. if he stayed any longer, he'd probably feel trapped forever. you wouldn't want that for him, would you?

the table was quiet that night, save for their dad trying to get some small talk. mina went up to her room and cried about it before she went on the internet as an attempt to cheer herself up.

she did get used to it. by the time the fifth season of the mgas was on, she was used to the fact that he was off on his own like a dove or something. it's not like the both of them totally lost contact, anyway. even if things were a little different, he still drops her off to places when she needs a ride and she'd see him at their grandma's church once a month. even if she was on her own now with the "ultimate boss", it was still kang gang through everythang. she's said that twice in her life and she felt like a bigger clown for it the second time.

had it not been for their text conversation about the auditions (with a bunch of eye emojis coming from mina), she would not have known that he would end up in the fifth season. she was able to convince her dad to watch the show with her, no mom insight, and they watched the show together in the living room with the blankets and popcorn and mina going on her phone before her dad tells her to focus on the show if she was going to watch it. she knew she was going to see his band, but she didn't expect to see songhee and yeji and jeongin on the show. when her dad points her cousins out, asking if she knew about this, she only shook her head, letting him know that she was surprised as he was.

the next few episodes go by and mina goes through an emotional rollercoaster, to say the least. she blames it on her being so sympathetic to her brother that after seeing minhyun and sungwoon get kicked off the show, she throws a silent tantrum rather than a loud one with a warning from dad. seeing the friendships her brother in the show as well as his interactions with the people he already knew makes her feel a sense of pride in her brother. she remembers her group chat being spammed with asking mina if she could ask him to get an autograph from convex (she sent a reaction image of a buff cat instead before saying "no").

though the finale was bittersweet, especially since she believed that her brother deserved a chance with his friends and yeji, she mainly felt pride in him for at least making it that far and for being less awkward than last time. she doesn't text him right after it aired since she thought it would be awkward to say all the encouraging bs after he technically lost. but, she doesn't keep that thought in her forever.

"he looks happier this time," she mentions to her dad. "like.. he didn't win, but he got further than last time and he's definitely better."

he nods in agreement. "i wasn't sure how he'd be doing after he got kicked out, but after seeing this, i think he'll be fine." he looks over to her. "you should get on this show, too. you like dancing, right? maybe you'll get as far as he does."

mina laughs at the idea, but it wasn't in a way to show that he was ridiculous for thinking that. "we'll see."

#silent agreement #have i told u lately that i love u #(( wc: 2.3k btw #the middle part doesnt match up w daniel's solos bc its a #but i needed the moment #so u can imagine that as an au if u want idc #kang gang through everythang BITCH 😤👊#hope this is ok ily !! ))#danielxrk

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minarina · 5 years

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I’ve just been having mixed feelings lately I mean, they’ve been mostly negative but there are positives too. My anxiety (NOT self diagnosing) is just so overwhelming at the moment. There have been troubles in my friend group that revolve around me and my few friends merging with a different group a while back. It kinda stems from me and one of my friends being rude to this one dude, and we never really liked him. In the beginning he threw a fit since we all “merged” at the start through our small discord server. He left and said he doesn’t like the fact that we joined and after he came back and “forgave” us or whatever, he was so fake. I’d send a 2 line response to a question and he’d respond “YES SIS WE STAN” or something similar so quickly it was like he copy + pasted. It was just so fake This argument pretty much split the groups in two except for one of my friends as she was A) not involved in the argument, and B) the only one who “had morals”. This other guy in the group who still hates me said “You have no morals, can’t wait to see how you fail in life” and other various insults, most related to my weight/appearance. I’ve made jokes about the other guy’s^ weight before, but so did everyone else, and he also would respond by “yelling” exaggeratedly, the way you do to an obvious joke, but no, I’m rude for doing it because I apparently “clearly wasn’t joking” and other various reasons that he justified with “Because!” Anyway, they went to a different server where everyone besides me and one of my friends (the other they hated after the fight) was invited, but 2 days ago permission was given by the first guy (the server’s owner) to invite us if the others wanted, and so we joined, and at most, we’ve been neutral and actually spoken in chat a little bit. Back to the Anxiety™️. This whole ordeal spawned the idea in my mind that my friend who was still cool with them would just forget about me despite knowing me for 10 years, and that because she will be hanging with them more, this fear has just grown and grown more and more each day. I feel as if I have nobody to talk to and nobody to hang out with or be friends with basically. I’ve prayed to Satan (my deity) for new beginnings, reconciliation, peace of mind, all that and asked for the strength to go on and take any and all opportunities. An old friend who used to be a part of an even older friend group, which is pretty much dead at this point that used to consist of me and my 2 friends and others, told me that she’d love to help me make new friends. This was after I used the Instagram “say something” thing that people use on their story. She told me how she would be okay with taking me along to these youth group meetings she attends. It’s this political (somewhat) youth group where you can meet new people, take part in activities and various marches and sometimes protests! It seems like a lot of fun, and in the mean time I’ve discussed meeting up and catching up to a few other friends and all that’s left is to arrange a time to go out and meet each other. I’m excited to possibly grow closer to old friends and meet new people as well. Let’s hope it all goes well :)

#storytime #fights #arguments #friends #prayer

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Destined - Chapter 4

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This fic is completed and will be updated regularly until completion

Chapter 1 - Chapter 2 - Chapter 3 - Chapter 5 (FINAL)

Pairing: DLAMP

Warnings:Abusive romantic relationship (physically, sexually, and verbally), past physical parental abuse, sex and alcohol mentions, general angst (but happy ending)

Words: 3798

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Damien skipped all classes the next day. Virgil texted asking if he was okay. Damien tried to bring himself to block Virgil's number, but he couldn't bring himself to even delete it.

After the third day of skipping classes, Damien forced himself to go back. But he never went back to the makeup room during his break, opting to sit in the crowded Union.

But Virgil kept texting him. Damien felt guilty, since he knew he was only worsening Virgil's anxiety, but this was ultimately for the best.

When he was at home, all he could do was lie in bed. Jackson never seemed to care about Damien's sudden lethargy unless he wanted sex, in which Damien would just go ahead and let him take whatever he wanted.

"Damien!" someone called while Damien was walking down a campus sidewalk. His heart dropped as he started walking faster but someone grabbed his arm.

"Are you okay?" Virgil asked as he looked Damien up and down, his caring gaze making Damien want to scream.

"I'm fine."

"You look awful."

"Thanks," Damien huffed as he tried to pull away, but Virgil was stronger than he appeared.

"Where have you been?"

"Let go of me."

"Why haven't you been answering my texts?"

"Let. Me. Go."

"I won't let you know until I know that you're okay-"

"Jesus Christ, I don't want to see you anymore!" Damien snapped.

"Wh- what are you-"

"I don't want to be friends anymore."

Virgil's eyes were wide as he let go of Damien's arm. Damien huffed and straightened his jacket before walking away, deciding he was finished with classes for the day.

When he got home, he took some meds to make him fall asleep. He didn't want to think about the tears that had formed in Virgil's eyes. He didn't want to think about anything.

"What's this?" Jackson demanded. Damien groaned as he turned onto his side on the bed to face him.

"What's what?"

"Who's Virgil?"

Damien's eyes widened as he shot up. "He's nobody."

"Then why is he texting you?"

Damien quickly stood up and walked over. Jackson handed him his phone, but he grabbed Damien's other wrist to keep Damien to him.

Virgil: If it's because of something I did then I am so so sorry. I wish you would talk to me so I could fix it because you're one of the best friends I've ever had. I miss seeing you and I'm really worried about you.

"You were seeing him?" Jackson asked.

"Not like that!" Damien cried as Jackson tightened his grip on Damien's wrist. "We just talked between classes sometimes - AH!"

Damien's wrist was twisted before he was shoved to the ground, but he was quickly lifted back up by his shirt collar.

"Really? Because this guy seems awfully clingy for some guy you just 'talk to'."

"J-Jackson, please," Damien choked out.

Panic shot through Damien's body as he was alerted, for the first time, that one of his soulmates was going to see through him.

"Jackson, one of my soulmates is going to see through-"

"Good," Jackson growled as Damien's soulmate 'arrived'. "I want to tell them directly that you belong to me."

Jackson dropped Damien, but before he could relish that freedom he felt a sharp sting across his face. He cried out as he grabbed his cheek, but he was then kicked onto his back, Jackson's foot on his chest to hold him there.

"I'm the only one who has ever cared for you. You should have been grateful to me but instead you betrayed me."

"N-No, I-" Damien groaned as Jackson's foot pressed harder against his chest. "I'm sorry! I'm sorry!"

Damien was again lifted by the collar of his shirt, stumbling behind Jackson as he dragged him to the bathroom. Damien was thrown onto the tile floor and the door slammed shut.

"You're staying in there until I figure out what I want to do with you."

Damien heard Damien's footsteps walk away and the front door slammed shut. He stood up and went to the doorknob to see that the door had been blocked somehow. He frantically pushed and kicked and did everything he could but it wouldn't open.

Through his panic, he at least managed to remember that one of his soulmates was there. It must have been Patton or Logan, since he had met Roman or Virgil.

"I need out," he whispered. "I need help."

But apparantly the universe decided otherwise, as he was then alerted that his soulmate's time with him was ending soon.

"No, no, wait! Tell Virgil to come, please. I'm at 206 Sanders Street, Apartment 212," Damien pleaded.

And then he was alone.

Damien cried as he fell to his knees. Soon though, he felt tingling all down his arm.

'I'll be there as fast as I can.' from Virgil in shaky writing.

'It's okay, my darling. You'll be safe soon.' from Roman.

Patton resorted to just writing 'I love you' over and over on the back of his hand while Logan tried to explain breathing exercises, saying that Damien was 'from what I saw, starting to hyperventilate.'

Damien didn't have anything to write back. All that was in the bathroom was his makeup and-

Damien froze. He remembered five years ago when Roman had put lipstick on a kissed the back of his hand, sending them all what he called a "long distance kiss."

Logan speculated that the reason the lipstick showed up on their hands and the rest of Roman's makeup didn't was because the lipstick mark had been directed towards them, not only for Roman's use.

Damien shakily stood up and grabbed his makeup back, then immediately collapsed back onto the floor. Shaky hands dug around until he found his eyeliner and uncapped it to, for the first time, write to his soulmates.

'The door's broken.' Damien wrote, omitting the fact that it broke because Jackson slammed it too many times. 'If it's locked, just push it hard enough and it'll open.'

Patton drew hearts all around Damien's writing.

Damien pulled his knees to his chest, wrapping his arms around his legs. He closed his eyes and rested his head on his knees, not looking at the rest of the messages being sent to him.

After Damien had a chance to calm down, he realized what all he had done. In the span of just a few minutes, he had broken his silence to his soulmates, revealed his location, and now Virgil was on the way to see him.

Was this the right choice? Was he overreacting? Would he had been smarter to do nothing?

As the minutes passed, Damien regretted his actions more and more. He didn't want to see Virgil. He was sure he could appease Jackson when he got home, but he couldn't think of a way to persuade his soulmates to leave him alone now.

He grabbed a makeup wipe and removed what he had written. It would be harder to reassure Jackson if he saw he had actually written to them.

Damien heard the door fly open and winced. Whoever it was, he wasn't looking forward to seeing them.

He stumbled a bit as he stood up and planned what he was going to say. If it was Jackson, he would assure him that he was still his, and that his soulmates didn't matter. If it was Virgil, he would thank him for coming, but try to explain that he still didn't want to be with them. He wanted to stay.

The door opened and there was Virgil, wide-eyed and panting. Damien opened his mouth to speak when tears welled in Virgil's eyes.

"I had hoped my soulmate was you. God, I wanted it to be you."

Damien broke and he fell into Virgil's arms. A sob escaped him as Virgil held him tight. It took a moment for Damien to register Virgil suggesting they get out of there.

They quickly packed up all of Damien's things. There wasn't much so they finished fairly quickly. Damien said nothing as Virgil reached for his hand and lead him out the door, Damien praying that they didn't run into Jackson in the hall.

They were quiet as Virgil drove. Damien eventually realized that Virgil was still holding his hand and snapped his hand back, ignoring the hurt in Virgil's eyes.

Virgil pulled into an apartment building parking lot and turned off the ignition.

"So... we don't have a spare room, but we have a couch bed we can pull out. Actually, Pat will probably give you the bedroom and force the four of us on the couch-"

"I'm not permanently staying with you," Damien said, voice rough and quiet.

"...Oh...okay. Let's get inside and work this out."

The silence was heavy around them as Damien was led to the eleveator. On the second floor, four doors down and on the left, Virgil pulled out his keys and opened the door. Damien hesitated before following him inside, and as soon as he walked in there were arms around him.

"Oh my gosh, I was so worried!" someone cried as they tightened their grip on him.

Damien quickly grabbed the stranger's arms and pulled them off as he stepped away from them.

"S-sorry," the stranger stammered as he stepped back. Damien didn't recognize the face, so it must be Patton.

Damien looked over to see Logan and Roman staring at him with expressions Damien couldn't read.

He wanted to leave.

Virgil must have been able to tell Damien was about to bolt, because he quickly said "Let's sit in the living room."

The three others slowly turned their gazes away from Damien, and Damien hesitantly closed the door behind him and followed.

Damien sat on the loveseat by the window while the others sat on the couch. Damien watched as they easily fit into place beside each other. Virgil's arm around Logan's waist. Roman's arm around Patton's shoulder. Patton reaching to hold Virgil's hand. It all seemed so natural for them. Damien knew he wouldn't fit.

"...Why did you never answer us?" Roman eventually asked.

"Roman!" Patton whispered.

"I didn't want soulmates. And I still don't." Damien said. "I appreciate your help, but I'll be leaving to live on my own soon."

"...Well," Patton started. "If it's only temporary, then we'll go ahead and give you the bedroom. To give you your privacy."

Roman opened his mouth to object, but quickly decided against it.

"I'll get dinner ready. Ro, Lo? Could you grab our essentials from the bedroom and change the bedsheets?"

Virgil went to get Damien's bags from his car. Damien just stayed on the chair and watched.

"We'll need in to grab clothes and things, but for the most part we'll be able to leave you alone" Patton said as Roman finished grabbing all their phone chargers. Damien muttered thanks as he slipped into the bedroom and closed the door behind him.

Instead of sitting on the bed or the two desk chairs, Damien sat right on the floor and pressed his ear to the door.

He listened to Roman's angry, confused whispers, which were met with Virgil's own. Patton whispered his own concerns as Logan tried to be the voice of reason.

Damien couldn't take it anymore and stood up. He looked through drawers, through the closet. He looked through both desks, one neatly organized with scientific journals and calculations while one was messily stacked with scripts and stories and playbills. Photos of the four of them were pinned to a bulletin board with captions written in their respective colors.

There were photos of Virgil playing in a band, of Patton in a paint studio, of Roman sitting at a piano, adn of Logan in a lab with goggles and test tubes. Through the photos, Damien learned that the members in Virgil's band were Roman's twin Remus and Virgil's cousin Remy. Patton had an older brother named Emile. There were tons of photos, but Damien found himself staring at the one taken on the night of their latest anniversary.

Damien's head snapped towards the door after someone knocked. Patton slowly opened it and placed a plate of food on Logan's desk. He then grabbed pajamas for the four of them.

"I got a toothbrush and a bath towel on the sink for you. Goodnight. I hope you sleep well," Patton said while giving him a gentle smile before leaving and closing the door.

Damien thought he wasn't hungry, but once he took a bite he realized that he was starving. And it was so good that he ate all of it. He couldn't remember the last time he ate so much.

He waited until he could no longer hear the four of them moving around before sneaking into the bathroom. It was late and he was exhausted so he opted to shower in the morning, so he just quickly brushed his teeth and hurried back to the bedroom.

He laid down and stared at the ceiling. Even without Jackson beside him, the bed still felt warmer than the one back home. He heard his phone buzz and he reached over for it. Jackson must've returned home, because Damien was getting a lot of angry drunk messages. Damien hesitated before blocking his number. He turned his phone off and turned onto his stomach, pressing his face into the pillow as he tried to go to sleep.

Damien woke up to his usual alarm. He panicked for a moment at the foreign bedroom before remembering where he was. He slowly got up and pressed his ear to the door. He heard movement along with gentle whispering. He waited for the whispers to fade away and for the front door to close before he goes to shower.

After he finished getting ready, he slid his backpack on and tread softly to not wake Roman who was still asleep on the couch bed, but he was stopped in his tracks when he saw Patton in the conjoined kitchen. Patton gave him a gentle smile and waved him over.

"The next class isn't for a while. Surely you have time for breakfast?"

Damien slowly put his backpack on the ground.

"Virgil and Logan have already left for their eight a.m. classes," Patton said as he put a plate of eggs and toast on the table for Damien.

Damien watched as Patton walks to the living room and around the couch bed to where Roman was sleeping.

"You need to get up, Ro," Patton said softly as he leaned down and placed a gentle kiss on Roman's forehead. Roman murmured something as he pulled the blankets tighter around him.

"I know, sweetie," Patton cooed as he ran a hand through Roman's hair. "But you need to get ready for classes."

Roman then pulled Patton down on top of him and wrapped his arms tightly around him, pressing their lips together as Patton giggled. It was too sweet, too intimate, too loving, that Damien had to look away. He was intruding on this perfect thing they've built together. He had to leave as soon as possible.

Roman eventually got up and stretched before heading to the bathroom, giving Damien a wave as he went (that Damien didn't respond to.) Damien quickly finished breakfast and stood to leave.

"Do you want a ride? Roman and I are driving to campus in a bit. If you can wait a little longer we can-"

"I'll just head out now."

"Well, at least let me give you my key to the apartment," Patton said before Damien could turn away. "And let me give you my number in case you need anything."

As Damien reached for his phone, he remembered something and his face went white.

"...Are you okay?" Patton asked.

"I... I'm going to take your offer, actually," Damien said. "He might be looking for me. He dropped out last year, but with his old ID he might..."

Damien trailed off, and after a couple moments Patton connected the dots.

"Oh. Oh! Yeah, of course, hon."

Patton gave Damien a reassuring smile that didn't do much to calm his growing nerves.

He said nothing on the way to campus, even when Roman and Patton tried to pull him into conversation. The only time he spoke was when he said "Yes." when Patton asked if he could tell Roman what's going on.

"Let me walk you to class," Roman said as he parked the car. As much as Damien despised that idea, he hated the idea of running into Jackson alone even more.

"Fine," he said as he got out of the car. He started walking towards his class building, and Roman was quickly behind him.

Roman started an attempt at conversation. And while Damien tried to shut him down (he didn't feel like talking), it seemed that nothing would be able to get Roman to shut up. So he just let Roman ramble until they were outside his classroom, where he muttered his thanks to Roman before heading inside.

When Damien left class, Virgil was standing in the hallway.

"Roman told the groupchat what room you were in," Virgil explained. "And I was the closest to you."

"Um, thanks," Damien muttered.

Roman was back with im after his next class and led Damien to where they sat for lunch.

Having them around all the time was suffocating. It was overbearing. It was... sweet, really. It was reassuring. He was comforted by the promise that he wouldn't have to face Jackson alone. Logan already spoke with campus police, which also reassured Damien a bit. Still, by the time he was back at the apartment, he needed some time alone. He locked himself back in the bedroom, only speaking to thank Patton when he brought him dinner.

The next day was Saturday, so Damien let himself stay in bed until noon. He wanted to stay in bed longer, but his growling stomach protested.

"Hello," Damien," Logan said as he came to view of the living room. Logan was reading on the folded up sofa with Patton lying next to him with his head on Logan's lap. Patton quickly sat up upon seeing Damien, knocing the book out of Logan's hands.

"Hey, honey! I saved some breakfast for you that I can reheat. Or I can cook something else if you-"

"That's fine, Patton."

"Did you sleep alright?" Logan asked as Damien sat down on the loveseat. Damien nodded. "Roman and Virgil are grocery shopping. Should I text them to get you anything?"

"Some makeup remover."

"How much syrup do you want on your waffle?" Patton called from the kitchen.

"Just a little."

When Patton handed Damien the plate, he learned that he and Patton had very different ideas of what "little" means.

"So, Virgil told us you're a theatre major?" Patton asked as he sat on the couch next to Logan and snuggled into his side. Damien nodded.

"So do you act like Roman does?" Patton asked, eyes lighting up.

"Sometimes," Damien said, keeping his eyes on his waffle to avoid looking at him. "I'm usually backstage. I have a focus on theatrical makeup."

"Oh, that's so cool!" Patton smiled. "I'm assumin' you're the friend who showed Virgil how to do eyeliner. He was really excited about it."

Damien's heart clenched as he nodded.

As soon as Damien was finished eating, he got up to put his plate in the sink, ready to go back to the solitude of the bedroom.

"Wait," Logan said as Damien walked away. "Roman texted me asking what kind-"

Logan took Damien's wrist to stop him, and Damien gasped and quickly yanked his hand from Logan's hold.

"Damien?" Patton asked as he stood from the couch.

Damien's breathing was growing heavier as he held his hand to his chest and leaned against the wall.

"Damien, sweetie?" he heard Patton's gentle voice say.

"He would grab me. My wrists," Damien gasped out. "When he was angry."

Patton gently took Damien's forearm and led Damien to sit on the floor. He immediately brought his knees to his chest and hid his face.

"Damien, Logan said firmly yet gently. "Follow my breathing."

Damien looked up to see Logan and Patton kneeling in front of him, but not close enough to crowd him.

Logan started to run through a breathing exercise that Damien was sure he had seen Virgil once do.

He was momentarily distracted by the sound of the front door opening. Patton quickly stood as Logan moved closer to keep Damien's attention.

"I apologize, Damien," Logan said softly once Damien's breathing had become more stable. "I'll ensure it doesn't happen again. From any of us."

Logan stood and offered his hand, which Damien hesitantly took. Damien looked over to see Patton whispering to a concerned Roman and Virgil.

"How about we all watch a movie?" Patton asked. "I'll make some tea and grab the fluffy blankets."

Damien couldn't lie. That sounded really nice right now.

"Roman, show Damien all those musicals you have on DVD," Virgil said as he went with Patton to the kitchen. Roman's face lit up.

"You like musical theatre?" Roman asked. His smile grew wider when Damien nodded. Roman quickly turned and motion for Damien to follow to the large tub of DVDs next to the TV stand.

"I have the Sweeney Todd movie and the filmed staged production, same for Les Mis. I have Little Shop of Horrors, every Disney movie you could think of and- Oh! Let's watch Phantom of the Opera! It's one of my favorites."

"Only if Damien wants to," Patton called from the kitchen.

"The stage prodction? Not the movie?" Damien asked. Roman scoffed.

"Of course."

Damien returned to the loveseat, letting Roman ramble on about musicals since he was so excited to finally have someone to talk to about theatre.

Damien thanked Virgil when he handed him a cup of tea and a blanket before joining Roman, Logan, and Patton on the couch.

When Damien finished his tea, he placed the empty cup on the table beside him and pulled his legs onto the chair, tightening the blanket all around him as he relaxed back against the chair.

He started to feel himself doze off, and though he tried to fight it, with the warmth of the blankets and the hum of the movie playing and the comfy loveseat, he couldn't fight off his drowsiness. He glanced at the others, still all snuggled against each other.

Damien let his eyes close. His head growing foggy with dreariness, but he found he felt completely safe. He didn't think the others would let anything bad happen to him. Especially with Virgil around. So with that thought, Damien let himself fall asleep.

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richiestoziers · 7 years

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stay gold

summary: richie is desperate to win best couple costume at derry high’s halloween dance, and who better to go matching with than stanley uris.

warnings: um kissing, slightly sexual talk or notions??

read on ao3 here!

got messed up during posting sorry for any mistakes!!

it’s the derry high annual halloween dance and almost all of the school is there, usually everyone would be at the party at sally mueller’s house, but this year they put a curfew on halloween and they were strict. apparently there have been some threats of violence this halloween so cops are driving up and down the streets to catch anyone violating this curfew, and the only way to have a semblance of fun and not break the curfew was going to the school dance.

richie and his friends had never gone before, they usually stayed at bill’s and rented some scary movies, but this year they decided to go. it was mainly because bill’s parents had a party to go to themselves and they were afraid to leave the kids alone with these threats. they were all either seventeen or eighteen but the denbrough’s still saw them as children, and probably would until they graduated high school.

that was how they found themselves in this situation, scrambling for costumes to wear to the dance, and richie begging “someone please go matching with me!”

they all looked at him and shook their heads, knowing whatever richie wanted to wear would not be good for them.

“come on guys, they have a couples contest and i really want to win. please, please, please.” he got on his knees as they all hung out one day, his hands seemingly ready to pray as he begged his group.

“sorry richie, i already have a superman costume.” mike responded first, and richie almost offered to be lois lane until he realized that was already taken by the resident red head of the group.

“eddie and i are going to be batman and robin.” bill spoke next, leaving ben and stan for his two options to match with.

“i’m going as an olympic track player, which i don’t think would make much of a matching costume.” there goes ben, always representing the track team he was so proud to be apart of.

“stan, please tell me you don’t have anything.” richie turned, still on his knees, feeling the sting of the gravel rubbing into his knees as he made eye contact with stanley. “you’re my best friend, my love, the one person i want to match with. please, stan, do this for me and i’ll do anything for you.”

stan rolled his eyes in typical stan fashion, and put his hand out. “stand up, seeing you begging on your knees was fun at first but now it’s just pathetic.”

richie took his hand to help himself up, and wiped the pebbles that rammed their way into his knee. “are you sure it’s not cuz if you keep seeing me on my knees like that you’ll get hard?” there is richie, making crude comments that make stan blush.

“shut up, say shit like that and i won’t match with you.” stan looked down to his feet, trying to hide the blush from the lanky boy towering over him.

it was an unoffical offical thing that stanley uris was crushing on richie, he was butt-crazy in love with that boy. everyone in the losers club knew except for richie, he was somehow blind to stan’s obvious affections towards him, despite stan being so blatantly obvious with it.

“come on stanley, if you do me this favor i’ll owe you big time...whatever you want.” richie took stan’s hand in his as he said this, making stan look up to this big eyes made even bigger with those ridiculous glasses richie still wore (stan found it so cute). god, richie did not know what he was doing when he did this to stan. holding his smaller hands in richie’s larger harder ones, telling him these things that made stan want to faint and fall in his arms.

he thought he was crazy for falling for richie tozier, and he was right.

“fine, i’ll match with you, but i have to agree with the costume. i’m not wearing something ridiculous or embarrassing myself.” stan agreed, though he knew he would the minute richie asked.

richie let go of stan’s hands and missed stan’s face fall, a wide smile showing those big horse like teeth richie had that stan thought was cute for some reason. they were right when they called him bucky beaver as kids, except stan saw it as cute rather than an insult.

“great! come over to my house and we can plan it all out. we better win or i’m going to trash the school.” richie spoke, half serious.

“well i won’t be helping in trashing the school, you can get kicked out on your own.” stan rolled his eyes, using his typical richie centric sarcasm as a way to deflect his obvious crush on him.

“you’re supposed to be my partner in crime, stan, don’t bail on me so quickly.” richie feigned dejection, but stan was used to his fake over dramatics.

“beep beep, richie.” stan spoke, with a curled smile on his face that he desperately tried to hide, even more so when richie wrapped his arm around his shoulder as they walked with the group.

the group disperses until it’s just richie and stan, and stan is shy and scared but trying not to show it. him and richie always hang out alone, but every time stan feels his heart beating frantically and thinks he’s gonna faint, and he always has to hide it from richie so he doesn’t suspect anything.

stan is convinced he has no chance with richie, it’s all apart of his self loathing that has haunted him for years and years.

but he climbs in richie’s truck anyway, always struggling since it’s so high off the ground and stan hasn’t grown since eighth grade when he hit 5′7″, versus richie who seems to never stop growing. he’s a beanstalk, and stan is jack because boy does he want to climb up that.

he shouldn’t think such things, so he keeps his eyes on the road rather than look at richie and think thoughts that will leave him red in the face and his hands all clammy.

“you okay, stan?” richie questions as he drives them back to his house, used to stan being quiet but not when it was just them two.

stan and richie had been best friends since richie was one and stan was born (richie was a year older), and even as children they knew they were going to spend the rest of their lives together.

and so far they had, they were still best friends to this day, and even though they were close with the other losers when it came down to it it would always be stan and richie. just how they liked it.

“fine, just a bit tired.” stan turned to look at richie as he spoke, a smile on his face reassuring richie, and richie swore he almost got in an accident at the sight. looking at stan like that, leaned against the seat, curls unruly and his big brown eyes looking up at richie, and his thin pink lips spread out into a smile.

richie would never tell anyone, but he thought his best friend was gorgeous.

so he had to turn away, look back on the road before he swerved to the side and killed them both, because stan was like the sun. he was like the sun because he was beautiful and warm and everything he wanted, but he couldn’t look too long or he’d lose himself in it.

it’s a good thing they weren’t too far from richie’s house, making it quickly over. “here we are.”

parking in his usual spot the two boys jumped out of the truck, making their way to richie’s door as he unlocked it for them. all the lights were off indicating that they were alone in the house for the time being, which both excited stan and made him nervous.

“come on, let’s go up to my room and plan our award winning couple costume.” hearing it referred to a couple costume made stan almost swoon, but he followed richie up the stairs and into his bedroom none the less.

“so what were you thinking of?” stan asked richie, making himself comfortable on richie’s bed, finding the one clean spot on it and in his room to sit on.

“i don’t know, maybe some brokeback mountain.” richie winked at stan, teasing him and taking a seat on the rolling chair at his desk.

“so just a cowboy costume? not very distinguishable.” stan tried to play it off cool, especially since brokeback mountain was one of his favorite movies.

“all jokes, but i don’t know. batman and robin are already taken, and i wanna look good so no tweedle dee and tweedle dum or shit like that. we’ve gotta look hot, hot hot.” richie sang the last words, and since they were in private stan felt no need to deliver a snarky comment.

“well i honestly have no idea. we could be spongebob and patrick?” he offered up, but felt dumb immediately.

“did you not hear me say i want to look hot, and a sponge and a starfish aren’t exactly that. let me get my creative juices flowing, i always have been the smart one of us.” richie teased, getting a smack from stan which interrupted him rubbing his temple in hopes of an idea. “hey! watch it! i’m trying to think here!”

stan could only smile, loving how silly the boy in front of him was.

“greasers! like a grease meets the outsiders type thing, we could be ponyboy and johnny or some shit like that. come on, hair all greased back, cool sunglasses and leather jackets. we’ll pull some honeys and win the contest with our charming good looks.” richie got out of his chair as he said this, making ridiculous poses stan thought was his attempt at being a ‘greaser’.

“fine, not like i have any other ideas.” not to mention he wouldn’t mind seeing richie in that, and it was a pretty simple costume to get together.

“better not half ass this or bail out on me, stanley, i really want to win.” richie spoke with a pointed finger, and stan doubted they would win but did it anyway.

“promise, now i’ve got to get home and do some homework. i’ll see you later though.” stan got off the bed and walked through the mess that was richie tozier’s room to his door.

“wait, i can drive you.” richie offered, quickly getting up from his seat.

“thanks, but i can walk.” stan smiled at him, not wanting richie to go through the trouble of driving him home.

“are you sure? it’s no problem, really.” richie asked, leaning against his doorway, pale skin and pink lips in a goofy grin. it was going to drive stan crazy.

“i’m sure, thanks anyway.” stan smiled one last time, making his way down the stairs and to the door. “bye, richie!”

“bye, stan!” richie screamed back, smiling as he looked at stan walk out the door and into his heart.

he was just as madly in love with stan as stan was with him.

so they go to the dance, separately in the end and both are excited to see the others costume.

richie has his hair greased up but not greased back, it’s still down and if it wasn’t so greasey it would look good. he has sunglasses on over his contact which he rarely wears, and a leather jacket over a worn out mickey mouse shirt and ripped jeans. all together and all on him, it really works.

and he’s talking with bill and waiting for stan, and when he walks in he almost drops his spiked punch because stan looks hot. his curls are greased back so you wouldn’t even think curls are under there, and it makes you focus more on his face which is absolutely gorgeous. he’s in all black, a look richie has never seen him in, but he secretly loves. he loves seeing him in a black shirt and leather jacket and black skinny jeans that make richie’s jeans feel tight too.

“stan the man, looking good. i haven’t seen your hair like that since your bar mitzvah, and you looked hot then and you look hot now.” richie says as he greets him, putting his arm around the shorter boy to make sure everyone knows they were matching.

“you guys have to sign up to be apart of the couples contest, you know that right? none of us did so you guys could actually have a chance.” bill teased, and richie made a mocking face in response.

“let’s go, stanley my man, we still gotta win this thing.” richie leads stan to the booth with the entries, and stan’s heart is racing at the sight of richie and that his arm was still around him.

tonight was the best night of his life, or at least he hoped so.

richie only lets go of his grip on stan to sign them up in the almost empty bin, making him realize almost nobody cared about this shit, but he was still dead set on winning.

writing down in his chicken scratch handwriting richie tozier and stanley uris he quickly enters it and grabs stan’s hand, that big smile on his face and asking. “come dance with me?”

stan doesn’t even have to speak, just nod his head and give him a lovestruck smile as they go to the dancefloor. they dance to some trashy top 40 hit that they can barely hear the lyrics too, but they jump around and richie is a horrible dancer making stan laugh until his stomach hurts (richie loves the sight of it).

stan swore richie was starting to dance worse just to keep him laughing.

stan was right, richie was doing that, because he loved getting stan to laugh and he loved seeing him laugh and he loved him.

isn’t it funny how two people can be so crazy in love with each other but not tell the other?

it must be a high school type of thing, or at least that’s how they imagined it.

“are you having fun?” richie screams to stan over the music, his dancing all over the place making his hair go crazy.

stan moves closer so they can talk, screaming in response. “yeah, more than i thought i would!” stan was never a school dance, homecoming game type of guy. the only reason he ever went to games was for mike since he was on the team, but he was bored and cold throughout it all.

“good, i can’t have it getting around that my date is bored.” richie screams back, and stan’s dancing falters a bit before he gets back into the rhythm.

“date?” he questions, unable to ask anymore.

“well, not a date but...you know. we’re a couples costume, you’re kind of my date.” richie gives an unsure smile to stan, and stan doesn’t understand what he means but nods anyway.

they dance until they’re tired and sweaty and they both agree they need something to drink, and while richie gets some of the juice spiked with vodka stan sticks with the clean water in the cooler to the side.

“hey guys, you look great.” coming from superman, or rather mike, it was a great compliment.

“thanks, mikey, you look great. where’s lois?” richie asks, looking mike up and down, his costume is great.

“with ben, of course.” even though they were matching they were nothing more than friends, beverly’s heart belonged to ben hanscom.

the two followed mike back to the table claimed by the losers, all of them sitting their either talking or eating the halloween themed snacks.

“they’re going to announce the winners soon, shut up!” beverly tells them when they get too loud, and stan and richie are squeezing each others hands in hopes that they win.

up on stage is some girl in the grade below them, and richie is blanking on her name because he’s so excited he hopes he wins. “and the winner of this halloweens couple contest is...eddie corcoran and betty ripsom!”

feeling dejected and disappointed as he watches the winners in a ketchup and mustard costume go up on stage, he’s sad and pretending to be mad because that’s what they all expect. “this is bullshit, come on stan, let’s blow this popsicle stand.” he grabs stan’s hand and drags him out, and the losers know he isn’t really mad and let them be.

“richie? are you okay?” stan questions as they walk through the empty hallways and out to the parking lot.

“yeah, but our costumes were so much better than that shit.” his lanky arms flail around as she speaks.

“you’re not actually mad, are you?” stan questions, unsure.

richie smiles and laughs as he unlocks his truck, ready for them both to go in. “no, but i’m still going to destroy the school since they stole my claim to fame from me.”

stan shakes his head and gets in richie’s death trap of a truck, looking at richie and wishing they won for his sake.

“i’m sorry.” stan says, and he’s doing it again. he’s leaning against the seat and looking so precious that richie wonders how he is still resisting himself.

“stan, it’s fine. i had fun, and i hope you did too.” god, he’s starting to treat this like a date.

stan nodded, giving him a genuine smile. “i did...i always have fun with you richie.”

richie takes off his sunglasses and gives stan that look, that look of tenderness and loving and stan’s lips open a bit at the sight, because he is so in love with his best friend and he just can’t resist...

so he doesn’t.

he leans in, hypnotized by richie’s plump pink lips and big brown eyes, and their lips are pressed against each other. it’s soft, barely a peck, but it’s something and stan pulls away because he’s so shocked by what he did.

he looks at richie with terror in his eyes, worried that he ruined everything he had, but as he looks richie’s eyes are still closed and his lips are so kissable and stan is under his trance so he goes in for more.

this time it’s a real kiss, and richie cups stan’s cheek and stan grabs richie’s shoulder and kisses him the way he always wanted to. he kisses him like it’s the last time he’ll ever kiss him, he kisses him like he does in his dreams.

they finally pull away with their foreheads still together and their arms still all over each other, and they look into each others brown eyes and smile.

“i guess this technically was a date.” richie speaks first, his smirk making stan’s smile grow wider.

“good, i was hoping it was.” stan responds, and he doesn’t think he’s ever smiled bigger than he is right now.

and they were right when they said they would spend the rest of their lives together, because that’s what you do when the person you love loves you back.

@wyattghouleff

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