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eddieexcellence · 2 years

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SOUR CANDY

Part i: the original babysitter

E. Munson x Fem!reader

Synopsis: back in Hawkins for spring break, the reader is back from college. She gets sucked into the madness again for the fourth time with her best friend and younger friends. Plus an unexpected and unwelcome face.

Type: fixit fic, angst/comfort, enemies to lovers trope

Warnings: SPOILERS! Cursing, mentions of anxiety, stress eating, reader having brave mama bear facade

Author’s note: AGAIN SPOILERS!! SPOILERS!! Might have some of the S4 events out of place or loosely mentioned fic starts S4 Ep4: Dear Billy?? but my attempt at a fixit fic and to ignore what happened in the finale, fting a trope I haven’t seen too much written for Eddie yet-ish(maybe I haven’t dug in enough to the search results for Eddie munson x reader I’ve dug pretty darn deep, tag me if you have any fic recs)?? I thought it’d be interesting and I do plan on making this a little series just bc I do tend to drag things 👀. Hope you like! Also only mention of Eddie in this part. Next part will have reader and Eddie interact!! Sorry if it doesn’t get to the nitty gritty as quickly :—)

You weren’t due home for another two days, promising your roommate to take a detour and drop them off home and spend time with them before returning to your hometown of Hawkins for spring break. Those plans changed quickly as you returned to your dorm from the laundry room so you could finish packing for the week, when your RA for your hall was standing in your room looking unimpressed.

“Y/l/n, the floor’s phone lines have been backed up with several people calling for you.” The older girl picked at her nails annoyed. “Mostly a, uh, Stefan Harrison? Also a foul mouthed little shit, Dustin Hendrickson?”

“Dustin Henderson and Steve Harrington?” Y/n corrected the snarky woman across from her.

“Yeah yeah them two.” She didn’t care to really properly remember their names, already irritated by how much that Dustin character cursed at her. “They even called the building security to get ahold of you sounds pretty important, and I have other students that would like to use the phone as well so if you can sort this out—“

You didn’t give your room advisor anymore time to talk as you rushed to the end of the hall to the phones. You didn’t have a good feeling about what Steve and Dustin were calling about as you could feel your stomach sink. The phone continued ringing as another student was about to answer.

“Move it!” You snapped, shoving through the short line of students ignoring their shouts of protest followed by groans as you picked up. “Hello?”

“Jesus h Christ Y/n! Took you long enough!” Dustin’s panicked voice reaches your ears.

“What’s going on?” You asked in a hushed whisper avoiding the other students' impatient stares.

“We’re still gathering the details, but we need your help—“ Dustin started to say, but a muffled static noise and him arguing as someone else cut him off.

“Y/n avoid Hawkins!” Steve ushered in. Steve is always trying to be the dutiful best friend as he always was for you. Protecting you or at least trying his best. Most of time it just made you more curious; hell even the reason you got brought into the Upside Down originally.

“Don’t listen to him! We need you!” Dustin in the background shouted.

“We don’t need you involved!” Again Steve trying to remain cool and calm even when you can hear his tense edge in his tone.

“Y/n! Max could be in trouble!” You heard another voice in the background more gentle but still holding the same urgency as Dustin. It was Nancy.

“We don’t need her involved!” He argued. “She was almost killed the last time!”

“Steve we are down Mike, Will, Jonathan, and El! We need her here to help!” You could hear Nancy refute back.

You rubbed the bridge of your nose at all the commotion on the other end of the line. You could feel the knot start to form in your stomach as you knew what you needed to do, which was way different from what you wanted to do. To crawl under a rock and hide. The kids needed you, more importantly Max needed you. Always having a softer spot for the younger girl since you first met and you saw her late oldest step brother treat her like shit.

Steve was yelling incoherently on top of whatever Dustin and nance were yelling about.

“Steve!” You yelled, stopping him mid tangent. “Do you forget who the original babysitter is? I’ll be damned if you do this without me and something happens to Max or any of you. Where do I need to meet you?”

You could hear Dustin whoop and chant in the background, and reply for Steve. “The Wheelers, please haul ass Y/n!”

“Copy Henderson,” you said before hanging up.

You never pressed on the gas pedal so hard, speeding to get to your small hometown as quickly as possible. Your thoughts racing in the process, maybe not making for the most safest road trip. You didn’t even tell your roommate anything, just apologized and handed her $20 for a bus ticket before you shoved your clothes into your luggage and took off. It was only 9am when you came back from the laundry room, you hit the ‘welcome to Hawkins’ sign by a little after 12’o’clock, when normally you would’ve been there closer to 1pm.

Part of you hoped this was a sick joke so everyone could get you home sooner to hang out. Steve was excited and had some plans for you, Robin, and him to do while you were here. Nancy already had the movie selection’s picked for a girl’s night, and all the gossip she couldn’t tell you on the phone or in letters. More importantly the younger kids were ready to tell you all about their first year of high school, especially Max who hasn’t been herself since Billy died. Deep down you knew that wasn’t the case. So you prepared for all the worst case scenarios as you pulled into the tidy kept driveway of the Wheelers where Mike and Nancy lived. You could see Steve's shiny BMW and Nancy’s station wagon parked in front. It was midday and Nancy’s parents were off at work leaving just you guys alone.

You nervously drummed your fingers against your steering wheel as you tried to muster the courage to go inside and for the fourth time most likely have your world turned upside down (all the irony intended). Feeling your breathing quicken and your chest get tight, you felt an anxiety attack start. You haven’t had this feeling in a few months, and though you started getting them since Nancy’s best friend Barb had died and Will went missing when you first got into the chaos it still wasn’t easy to manage the attacks. You took deep breaths, and remembered what your mom told you when you felt an attack come on.

Five things you can see: the green grass, the car freshener hung on your car mirror in your peripheral, the shiny garage door in front of your car, a squirrel eating the flowerbed by the front door, and several bright yellow boxes of the Sour Patch Kids littering your passenger seat floor (your guilty sweet tooth that everyone knew about.)

Four things you can feel: your steering wheel, the seat covers of your car, the necklace your grandma gave you against your neck,and the bead of sweat threatening to drip down your forehead from the increasing temperature of your car.

Three things you can hear: your steadying pulse, the sound of wind chimes, and the cars passing further down the street.

Two things you can smell: your mint car freshener and your perfume you had on.

One thing you can taste: the faint taste of the sour patch kids you ate on your way home.

Unbeknownst to the group of kids and young adults that you were already outside having an anxiety attack, they were all having a heated discussion. Or moreso Steve was.

“If she finds out he’s involved, she’ll single-handedly kill me and come for you next, Henderson.” He had his hands on his hips pacing around the basement. Max, Lucas, Dustin, Robin, and Nancy sat around watching the distressed man.

“She’s going to find out,” Robin objected.

Nancy nodded, “Besides, Y/n cares more about Max’s and the kids safety than worrying about a high school rivalry.”

That caused Steve to scoff, “rivalry? She got her heart crushed by him! Why she chose to like him of all people—“

“What’s so wrong with Eddie?” Dustin cut in.

“Yeah, what’s so wrong with him?” Robin raised an eyebrow amused, knowing Steve would need to watch his words carefully around the younger eccentric boy. Dustin has worshiped Eddie ‘the freak’ Munson since they met on his first day of high school.

That caused Harrington to sputter, “n-nothing! It’s just if you didn’t know her back then, you didn't see how upset she was after he crushed her ego during the end of freshman year and how she acted that summer.” He faltered. A big reason he didn’t want you here was because once you came back, and got involved, everyone would be in more trouble than they already were if he guessed correctly. Along with tension between the metal head and you. He wouldn’t know how’d you react to the idea of Eddie wanted for ‘satanic sacrifice’ on top of the kids, Nancy, Robin, and him harboring him at the abandoned boat house. That was the main reasoning he tried to convince himself with.

“If I didn’t know you better, Harrington, sounds like you’re almost jealous.” Robin chastised her older friend with a smirk tugged at her lips.

That caused Nancy to roll her eyes annoyed, knowing you since she first started dating Steve. You were the only friend of his that she liked and created a connection with. She had heard both the Steve side and the Y/n side of the Eddie story. Two very different renditions if you asked Nancy, and she opted to believe your side more. Always knowing Steve had a certain protectiveness of you since you were his childhood best friend, and you weren’t as arrogant and stuck up your own ass like his old jock friends either.

“Steve, I think she’s a big girl now, and can keep her emotions in check to help Hawkins.” Nancy said seriously. “Remember who was the original babysitter?”

“Can everyone stop rubbing that in my face!” Steve exclaimed, throwing his hands out in dramatic fashion.

“Throwing what in your face Harrington?” You asked, walking down the stairs to the basement. He could already tell you were uneasy but you offered a hint of a smile making eye contact.

“What would Heidi think if I changed my hair up!” He tried to lie smoothly.

“The Upside Down has essentially framed the person you hate the most, Eddie Munson, for murder, but it’s actually a dark wizard named Vecna that has killed Chrissy Cunningham and Fred Benson. And soon I’ll be next if we don’t get a move on!” Max wasted no time as soon as you graced their presence, not caring for the sugar coating tactics Harrington went for.

“For Christ sake Maxine!” Steve looked up, gripping his hair stressed out at the word vomit she laid on you.

“Hey Y/n, so excited you were able to come home for spring break.” Robin said meekly waving to you as Max ran to you and gave you a bear hug.

You froze in disbelief, “C-Chrissy Cunnigham died? F-fred from journalism and yearbook too? What the hell did I walk into?” Your stare was blank and voice small as the last bit processed making you grip the redhead tighter, one hand rubbing her back and the other gently playing with the end of her ponytail. It comforts your overwhelmed senses from the newfound information. “A-and and y-you’re,” you choked at the sentence not being able to comprehend.

“I’m next.” Max validated as she pulled away. Dustin and Lucas were next with the hugs opting for a group hug rather. You were just standing there dumbfounded. You didn’t care about the minor major detail with Eddie ‘the freak’ Munson, you were sure when the shock wore off you would when things were able to make more sense.

“What did I say about laying it on thick?” Steve reminded the group.

You cleared your throat, “no, no. We need to get to the bottom of this if we only have so much time.” You composed yourself quickly. It didn’t matter about you or your feelings, you weren’t the one cursed?

You've been through this three other times with them, you were the original babysitter, the one that spent hours reading the boys Dungeon and Dragon books front to back of rules and characters. Hell you even reread the Lord of the Rings and older science fiction novels you had read in middle school if it meant to gain a scrap of knowledge to help. You were the one that bandaged their boo-boos when the boys were younger. The one that took Max and El under your wing when you met them. You took shit from Billy to defend Max. You brought the teenage girls to the mall and roller rink giving them your wiser unsolicited girl advice when you’d hear them gossiping about Mike, Lucas, and in El’s case her Hopper issues. That was something Harrington or Nancy didn’t have on you.

You sat in between Nancy and Robin both gave you squeezes in reassurance almost preparing you for everything they were about to tell you.

“Now rather than throw me in a mind fuck,” you looked over at Max with a stern maternal like stare. “Start from the beginning with details, please.”

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supercriminalbean · 1 year

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Inclusion to love.

BAU x NB!Reader

Summary: You have been struggling lately with coming out to your family as Non binary (tried my best to keep it gender netural before they came out aswell). Deciding to stay in the closet, but while on a case your team finds out. How does it end, is everyone accepting? Do you gain or lose another family?

Warnings: Transphobia. Homophobia. Killing. Blood. Crying. Family abuse. Religion abuse. Using God in the name of hate. Swearing. Hate speech. Deadnames. Self hatred. (If I have forgotten anything please let me know)

Words: 6.7k

Walking inside the bullpen. You’re feeling mentally and physically drained from the night before. Having gotten into another argument with your parents on the phone last night, about you being Non binary. You just wanted to explain what it meant for you. Wanted them to try and use your pronouns, but they argued and called you so many names. Saying you would go to hell for being Trans. You had hung up the phone and cried yourself to sleep that night, they were the only ones you had come out to. You had hoped they would love you no matter what, like they always said they would. But you figured it's just another lie that they have told you. You don't know why you were still surprised, they never mean what they say. They don’t care for you, it's all just an act. You wish you could just leave them behind, but they are your only family.

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Sighing as you walk over to the coffee maker for a cup. Accidentally bumping into Morgan, who's standing at the counter.

“Shit my bad, sorry Morgan” Looking up at him slowly. Not even trying to put a smile on this morning.

“It's alright, long night?” Smirking as he wiggles his eyebrows at you. Groaning weakly as you pour yourself a large cup of coffee.

“Yeah something like that” Bringing the coffee up to your mouth taking a long whiff of the strong smell. Closing your eyes as you take a giant mouth full.

“Yeah get it” His voice filled with light laughter. Normally you would tease him back, but today you didn't have the energy. Taking your cup you head back over to your desk, leaving him there alone. Feeling his eyes following you.

~~~

You drop your bag by your seat, kicking it under your desk as you sit down. Slumping backwards as you take another long sip of your coffee. Overhearing Garcia and Reid talking about something nerdy, you're guessing Dr Who. They are going to a Dr who Convention this coming weekend. Rossi comes over leaning against your desk, facing the two nerds. He teases them, only to end up chuckling at his own jokes. Soon JJ, Prentisse and Morgan join everyone, standing around them all talking and laughing. Not having the energy to pay attention to whatever they were saying, you open up one of your files you needed to get started on.

As you picked up your pen, you could feel people's eyes on you, ignoring it. Picking up your coffee, you end up skulking the rest of it.

“Someones thirsty” Hearing the teasing in Rossi's voice you glance up at him.

“Yeah, guess so” Your voice is full of annoyance, and tiredness. The bags under your eyes are now visible to the team. You move your chair backwards, standing back up to head over for more coffee. You could feel a few pairs of eyes watching you.

~~~

The morning moves by slowly, you are now on your fourth cup of coffee. You have only gotten through one file, and still have way too many to do. Secretly you're just hoping you don't get a case today. That way all you have to do is finish your paperwork and go home. Today you are doing everything in your power to avoid talking to anyone in your team. You know that your coworkers know something is up with you, they are all profilers after all and you're not even trying to hide that you're not doing okay. You reach your desk again after another cup of coffee sitting back down, sighing as you start on the file. Reid looks up at you, his desk being right beside yours.

“Hey (Y/L), that's your fourth cup of coffee, maybe you should slow down” Reid jokes lightly, that small caring smile on his face. You know he means well, but not wanting to deal with any of it today. You couldn’t help the snarky comment dancing on your tongue.

“Reid, you're one to talk, don't you have like 10 cups a day, get off my back” You scoff, the words coming off harsher than intended.

“Woah, (Y/L) someone seems fierce today” Emily says turning to face you in her seat.

You roll your eyes up at her, ready to give her an even snarky response.

“We got a case,” Hotch calls out to the teams. You look up to see him leaning on the rails, staring at you.

~~~

You follow the team into the conference room, taking the seat closest to the door. Garica already has the files and the presentation up. Once everyone is seated, Garcia starts the presentation of the case.

“Okay so this case is a strange one, 4 bodies have been discovered in the last 36 hours, in Los Vegas, the first two bodies where found together at a park tied to seesaws, the male victim, Mike Harrison, 23 was found wearing the purple flowy dress, and our female victim, Isabella Grey, 22, is found in a man suit, but was wearing heels. Our other two Victims, David Brown, 22 and Oliva Williams, 21. Were found at a bus stop, tied to the bench and found in similar clothing” While she's speaking, photos of the victims and the crime scene pop up.

“How were they killed?” Reid asks, staring at the photos.

“Well that's the gross part, The M.E still trying to find the cause of death but, after they took the clothing off they noticed the bodies had all been cut into at the torso and found a bible pushed inside each one” Garcia screwed her face up, in disgust as she speaks. “There are photos in your files, which you can look at, when I'm not around”

“Okay well that's something new” Emily says, looking through her files at the photos.

“The victims were missing for at least 16 hours before being found, we need to find the unsub, before more bodies drop” Hotch says.

~~~

“What I'm wondering is why would the unsub dresses the victims up in opposite gender clothing and leave a bible inside them” You speak quietly, almost trouble-like. Staring at the photos on the presentation.

“This could be due to the unsubs history with religion, most religious people are against Homosexualy and against cross dressing as they believe it can lead to people changing their sex.” Reid speaks quickly, picking up his coffee.

“So we should look for people who may have been kicked out of a church due to their sexuality and how they present themselves” Rossi sighs, closing his files.

“What about the victims, were they a part of any churches or religious and any connection to each other?” Your voice comes out quietly. You didn't want to have a case today, especially one that's going to hit so close to home.

“We don't have much information on the victims yet but I am still searching for it all” Garcia says as she closes her laptop. Hotch stands up picking up his files.

“We’ll have more information as we land, wheels up in thirty”

~~~

You’re seated on the jet, with your headphones, staring out the window. Facing away from the team, who are playing some card games. Hotch is the only other one not playing, he’s sitting on his own finishing off some paperwork. It's half way through the flight, still two hours left. When Rossi comes over and sits opposite you, smiles gently at you. Gesturing at your headphones, you slide them off slowly.

“Hey Rossi” You smile slightly. Staring at him, unfocused.

“What's up with you kiddo, you've been unnatural quite today” He jokes. Studying you with concern.

“It's nothing, I'm just extremely tired, and people out” You don't meet his eyes knowing he could see straight through your lies.

“Did you not sleep last night?”

“Not much, and somehow coffee isn't doing its job today” Laughing gently.

“It would probably work if you had food in your system to help” He raises his eyebrow pointedly. He knows when you're feeling down, you tend to forget to eat.

“Rossi, are you trying to parent me right now?” You smirk softly. Taking another sip of your coffee.

“Someone needs to look after you” He pulls out a small bag of crackers out of his bag, throwing it to you.

“My favourite, you really are a soft teddy bear aren't you Papa Rossi” You take the bag opening it slightly. You weren't hungry but you know if you don’t, you will get a lecture from him.

“How dare you, I am not a soft anything” His face goes to a dramatic offended face, his hand raises to rest on his chest. Laughing at him you take a cracker, eating it slowly.

“You should try to get some sleep before we land, kiddo you're going to need it” He stands back up, smiling at you gently.

“I'll try” you smile as he walks back over to where Reid, JJ and Emily are, getting ready to play another round. Morgan is sitting on the couch facing them, making some jokes with Emily.

You slide your headphones back on, watching out the window, starting to eat the crackers rossi left you. Turning the music up louder, hoping it will be loud enough to block anything else coming into your mind.

~~~

Rossi sits back down beside JJ, Reid is placing down some cards for the next game. They all turn to Rossi, Emily being the first to break the silence.

“So did (Y/N) say anything?” Her voice filled with concern. No one could blame her, everyone has noticed that you have been off the last week. But today, you weren’t even trying to hide it anymore. It's almost like you have just given up.

“Nothing, (Y/L) tried to say it's from barely sleeping, but it's clear (Y/N) is hiding something, could barely even look at me” Rossi sighs worriedly, glancing over at them.

“I'm sure (Y/N) will talk when it's time to” Reid speaks quietly, He was really worried about you, you had bailed the last two times he tried to invite you to anything sociable. You had bailed on team movie night, even when it was your turn to pick the movie. Reid onlys wants to be there for you, the way you are always there for him, or for anyone on the team. Emily glances over at you. Noticing your eyes are starting to close, looking like you are close to falling asleep.JJ follows Emily's eyes, smiling softly as she takes in your body langues. Your body is starting to relax enough for you to finally get some rest.

“(Y/L) knows we are here, when its time to open up”

~~~

When the Jet lands, it's 3:25pm due to the La time zone. Hotch was heading to the Police station to talk to the lieutenant in charge. Reid and Prentiss went to the morgue to find more information about the bodies. JJ and Morgan went to the latest crime scene at the bus stop. You and Rossi had arrived at the first crime scene, a park that was in the middle of a beautiful quiet looking neighbourhood. As you and Rossi look around the park, mainly where the bodies were found on the seesaws. You two keep throwing ideas at each other regarding the unsub, and why he would leave the bodies in such an open area. You crouch down to examine the SeeSaw more closely, an odd looking heart carved into the middle of it.

“Hey Rossi, look at this” You call out, as Rossi walks over and crouches down beside you, to examine what you have found.

“What did you find, kid?”

“Look at this heart, it looks like its been there for a while, but the pen marks in the index of the shape its fresh”

“What, you think of the unsub coloured in the initials?” He raises his eyebrows watching you. “Lots of people crave words into playground you know that (Y/L)”

“Yes you're right they do, but look at it again, the edge of where the heart indexes are, looks old, at least a few years, but the black pen looks fresh, and they found some fresh ink the same colour on one of the victims hard” You explain as you take a photo of it.

“Huh, good catch” Rossi stands up looking around the park.

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You bring your phone to your ear as you ring Morgan, he answers quickly.

“Hey pretty, you two find anything yet?” Morgan's voice is filled with his usual teasing.

“I think so, this could be nothing but, did you or JJ find a heart with the initials, L+K in it, it probably looks old but there could be fresh black ink in the index of the words.” Your words come out fast, as they do when you get excited or when your brain is working extra fast. Your words just never seem to keep up with your brain.

“Wait actually I think I saw something like that” You can hear him moving, and hear JJ voice in the background, asking him what he's looking for. Morgan crouches down in front of the bus stop benches, where the bodies were found.

“Yeah (Y/L), I've got that here, right in the middle of the bench”

“Yeah I found mine in the middle of the seesaw” You sigh. “Alright Morgan we’ll see you back at the precinct” As you hang up you look back at Rossi.

“They found the exact same one, middle of the bench” Shaking your head slightly.

“Well we have a lead on the unsubs name” Rossi speaks slowly. Trying to wrap his head around what the unsub plan could be.

It was now after 10pm, the team had delivered the profile a few hours earlier. Garica has managed to connect all the victims together. The male victims worked at a nightclub as Drag Queens, the nightclub being only a couple blocks away from each crime scene. The female victims used to be a part of a church that was only a block away from the Nightclub. It was discovered that they were kicked out due to their relationship together. Prentiss and Rossi had talked to Isabella Grey family, and also Mike Harrison family as well, gathering as much information as they could. JJ, Morgan and Hotch had talked to Oliva William and David Brown's family. As you and Reid stayed back at the precinct, on the phone with Garcia. Finding out any other information you possibly could. Reid had also mapped out the Unsubs comfort zone.The Female victims also worked at the same night club as the male victims, as waitresses and bartenders. The profile of the unsub that they had is, a white male early to mid 20s. They had profiled that he may have been kicked out of church and home due to his sexuality, and that he is targeting those who are able to openly be themselves. Something that he is still unable to do.

~~~

The team is currently sitting around the table, eating their dinner as they discuss their plan for tomorrow.

“Dave, I want you and Emily to go to the church in the morning, see what else you can find from them, see if anyone fits our profile” Hotch says as the team starts eating their pizza together. He gets a nod back from Dave and Emilys, he turns to you and Reid.

“(Y/L) I want you and Reid to go to the club, see if anyone there could know someone who fits our profile.”

“You got it boss” Smiling as you take a slice of pizza.

“JJ, you and Morgan head back over to the Brown's family, his sister Melissa seem to know something, but her parents didn't want her to talk”

“Yeah we can try to get her away from her parents, hopefully she will open up with JJ” Morgan adds while taking a sip of his drink.

~~~

The conversation moves away from the case slowly. Everyone winding down and relaxing as they finish their dinner, before they head back to the hotel for the night. There weren't many rooms available so you had to share a room with JJ, the room having two single beds. You sit on the bed pulling out your clothes for the night, JJ sits across from you doing the same.

“You can have the first show if you like JJ” You speak quietly, your energy feeling completely drained. you did have a small nap on the jet, but that energy you got from that didn't seem to last too long. You just hope that you can get some more sleep tonight, not needing JJ to question you.

“Thank you, I'll just have a quick one” She smiles over at you. You were staring at the wall, no longer paying attention. “(Y/N), are you alright?” You never heard her call out to you. she decided to just let you be and have a shower. Try to talk to you afterwards, maybe for now you just need some space.

You are so far out of it, not even noticing JJ going to the bathroom. You're thinking deeply about the case, you will never understand how families can just disown their own kids. Watch them as they get kicked out of church. How can people just turn their back on family? Your mind goes from thinking of the victims family to your own. How could your parents say that they could never love you for being who you are, for loving yourself. Not everyone is born in the right body, and you are one of those people. You hated looking in the mirror and seeing the wrong body looking back at you. You hated when people would use the wrong pronouns for you, and when you are referred to with words that are to feminine or to masculine. You have never felt like a girl or a boy when growing up. You always thought there was something wrong with you, but when you found out what it meant to be Non Binary, it felt right, like something inside you just clicked. You did more research into it, and you finally felt so happy discovering who you really are. You stayed in the closet for close to two years before coming out to your parents, which went horrible.

~~~

Tears are streaming down your cheek but you don’t realise it, not until you feel a hand on your shoulder. Turning your head to see JJ looking at you worried, her hair damp from the shower.

“(Y/N) are you okay?” Her tone is soft and caring, softly wiping the tears from your cheek.

“Yeah, yeah JJ I’m fine, I'm just tired” Forcing a small smile, shrugging off her hand.

“(Y/N) you don't cry when you're tired, please I'm worried about you, maybe I can help” Staring into her eyes, you know everything she is saying is genuine. But you can't tell her, you can't tell anyone. You already lost your family, you can't lose anyone else.

“JJ please, just forget it” Your tone comes out a little rough. Standing up grabbing your gear for the shower.

“Okay, but you know we are here for you, all of us” She calls out softly. Watching you walk into the bathroom, without another word as the door slams shut.

~~~

In the morning you walk downstairs with JJ, meeting up with the team in the lobby. Everyone but Hotch are all standing there holding coffee. Reid passes you and JJ some coffee, a small smile on his face.

“Hotch is on the phone, they found two more bodies, outside the church this time” Reid informs you both.

“Oh, how great!” You huff out taking a sip of coffee. Letting it warm you up inside, as Hotch walks over.

“Two new victims, Kyle Hopkins and Melissa Brown” Hotch starts saying before he's interrupted by Morgan.

“Wait, Melissa Brown, as in David Brown's sister?”

“Yes indeed, he's holding them for less time now” Hotch rubs his forehead. Something he does when he's stressing.

“He's moving towards his end game” Reid adds in.

“Alright, Dave I want you and Prentiss to head over to the crime scene” Hotch nods at them as they walk out. “JJ, you and Reid go over to the Browns family, see what else we can learn from them, the unsub seems to be targeting their family, Melissa alot younger than our other victims, find out how she could be connected” Hotch turns his attention to Morgan as the other two walk out.

“Morgan I need you to go talk Kyle Hopkins family, talk to Garcia see what she can find out about Kyle and Melissa”

“You got it Hotch” Morgan pulls out his phone as he walks out.

“I'm guessing we are going to the nightclub then?” You ask, smiling slightly. You're still feeling tired and not entirely yourself yet. Having not gotten much rest again last night, but you knew you had to try to act fine. Especially in front of your boss, Hotch is the best at reading you.

“Yes, let's go” He nods. Walking out, you follow him closely.

~~~

As You both enter the club. It's empty as they aren't open yet but there are a few workers there waiting for you both. Hotch talks to the manager in her office, while you talk to two of the bartenders. They inform you of the last time they had seen each of the victims and how they had all come to work there. You had given them the profile and explained to them how the guy could have been acting like the last few days.

“Wait, that sounds like Liam, doesn't it?” Taylor asks, turning to look at Holly, who nods.

“Yeah it does, Liam has been off the last few days, his girlfriend died a year ago, kelly. They had been together for years, they started dating secretly at the end of high school, it was before kelly transition, Kelly was trangender” Holly explains.

“Oh, that adds more to our profile thank you, um do you guys know how Kelly died?”

“Yeah she was murder, she was beaten up by some people from the church just round the corner, died a couple days later” Taylor adds, looking down upset, trying her best to hold it together.

“Everything seems to be connected to that church” Sighing as you run your hand though your hair. “Can I get a last name for Liam and Kelly legal name?”

“Yeah Liam Johnson and Kevin Jones” Holly speaks quietly. You thank them as Hotch walks out of the office and you follow him outside.

~~~

“I got a name Liam Johnson” You tell Hotch, as you reach him. “His girlfriend Kelly was killed a year ago. She was a subject of hate crimes due to be Transgender, you want to guess who organised it?” You scoff the last part of the sentence out. Shaking your head as the anger raises inside you again.

“The church” He sighs. Grabbing his phone to ring Garcia, putting her on speaker.

“He who seeks the Queen of all knowledge speaks and be recognized” Garica's cheeky voice comes out.

“Garica I got a name for you Liam Johnson, need you to send me everything you got on him”

“Yes sir, I’m searching his name as we speak, and woah hello” Her voice gets lower at the end.

“Garica what you got?” Asking her quickly, making eye contact with Hotch. Knowing what she found is going to give us exactly what we need to determine if he's our unsub or not.

“He has a long list of priors, mostly for vandalism at the church and getting into loads of fights with his family and it says here, he got kicked out of home when he was 17 when they discover he was gay, and it says after his partner died last year, he was sent to conversion therapy for help and got out 2 months ago” She takes a breath before continuing. “I have a home address, sent it to your phones''

“Thanks Garcia” Hotch adds in just before hanging up.

You're both getting into the car when your phone rings, answering it you put it on speaker.

“Yeah Morgan, Garica has just sent you guys an address of Liam Johnson” You start to speak as Hotch starts driving.

“yeah we found him, some police officers found him at a park, he's cornered himself by a tree and he's got himself a hostage, we are driving there now”

“Where?” Hotch asks, doing a U-turn after Morgan gives us the location.

“Alright we are only a block away we will meet everyone there” You hang up as Hotch drives faster.

~~~

You were out of the car before Hotch could even put it into park. You know you should stop and put your bulletproof vest on first. But you can’t think about that currently, knowing you only have a limited amount of time. With these situations, most of the time it will always end in suicide by cop, and there is no way you are going to let that happen to him. Not when you can understand how he feels, knowing what he has been put through. You can hear Hotch yell out to you as you run past the police checkpoint, heading closer towards Liam. Stopping when you get past the police officers, who are pointing their guns at him.

Liam is holding a young boy around the age of 12. Keeping him close to him, a gun jammed to his head.

“Your Liam right?” You ask, keeping eye contact with him. Liam's eyes are filled with guilt and hopelessness, looking afraid.

“Get back, get back I'll shoot him I will” He yells out, his voice shaking.

“You won't shoot him, do you want to know why?” Your voice comes out gently, keeping calm. Knowing your only way to keep you three alive, is to relate to this unsub.

“You're not going to shoot him because he's innocent, just like those victims you killed” You can hear the rest of your team arriving. Getting the two police officers to move back, giving you more room to work.

“No the people I killed were not innocent, they were gay, and gay people deserve hell” Liam shouts back, his arm shaking.

“No sweety they don't, no one can control who they love or who they really are” You speak softly. He shakes his head roughly, his eyes filling with tears. Looking young, lost and so afraid.

~~~

“No no, they told me, they told me I'm going to hell if I don't repent for being gay” Tears slid down his face. His grip is loosening on the boy.

“Liam, nothing that they told you was true, why don't you let the boy go and we can talk okay?” you offer.

“No, he's my protection, they will shoot me when I move” Liam stutters through his words, pulling the boy closer.

“No they won't, okay I won't let them, use me as a shield alright, I'll take the boy's place” You take a step forward, giving him a smile filled with reassurance.

“No stop, you have a gun on you” His hold on the boy tightens again.

“You're right, I'll drop my gun, okay?” You move slowly, taking it out of the holster. Placing it slowly on the ground, keeping eye contact with him as you kick it away. “Now let the boy go” You smile encouragingly.

Liams removes his hands off the boy, pushing him away, towards the crowd now starting to appear. The boy quickly rushes towards JJ who's walking toward him quickly, grabbing him to bring him back to safety. You make brief eye contact with Hotch, who looks extremely pissed off. Turning your attention back to Liam, stepping closer, covering him. Making sure no one could get a clear shot.

~~~

“Liam, you have two choices here okay, you need to put the gun down and come in with me”

“No, if I do, I'll go to prison for life, death would be better” His voice sounded desperate. He moves the gun under his chin, pointing it upwards.

“Liam, think about Kelly, she wouldn't want this for you”

“Kevin was confused” His voice filled with pain.

“No she wasn't and neither are you, your family disowned you for liking guys didn’t they, made you change yourself so they could love you?” You take a deep breath trying to calm yourself. trying to stay focus on him and his family.

“Kevin…Kelly was the only one to love me, we only had each other when we both first came out” His voice breaking as he speaks, his arm shaking. His finger shaking staying on the trigger pushing on it slightly

“I Understand how you feel Liam, my family disowned me as well” Your words are out of your mouth before you could stop them. Eyes widen as you realise what you are about to admit to.

“Y you understand, you're gay?” His finger slides off the trigger, gulping thickly.

~~~

“No I'm not gay Liam, I'm like Kelly” Taking another deep breath. Doing everything you can to not look at your team, as you speak.

“Your trangender?” Liam asks, his voice starting to even out seeming like he's calming down.

“I fall under the trangenders umbrella. Yes, My family told me I would go to hell as well, but people like us Liam, we won't go to hell for being who we are” Your voice is loud but soft. You want him to lower the gun, you just want this to be over and done with.

“I belong in hell, I killed people” His finger goes back to the trigger. Tears well in your eyes thinking this could be it.

“Liam no please, we can work this out, you just need help, we can get you help, I want to help you, people like us, we need to stick together okay?” Your words come out rushed, but you step closer to him. “Liam, will you let me help you?” You're right in front of him, he nods lightly. You place your hand on the gun, his hand slips off the gun. You take it and place it out of the ground, kicking it away from you. Taking Liam's hands, pulling them behind his back, as you handcuff him gently. “This is for your protection okay” You speak softly. Reid walks over picking up the guns, as one of the police officers comes over and takes Liam away. Reid walks back over to the team after helping escort Liam back to the police cars.

~~~

Running your hand though your hair, you look over where your team is, none of them coming over to approach you. You already knew you would be in trouble running into danger like that but then you came out. Fear is running through your body as you look at your team. Hotch and Morgan are talking to some police officers, placing Liam in the police car. The rest of the team were talking by the car, Reid still holding your gun. Taking some deep breaths to calm yourself. You walked over to them quietly. Reaching Reid first, who offered your gun to you.

“Thanks Reid” Your words come out quietly. Placing your gun back in the holster, not looking at anyone. Emily opens her mouth to say something but thankfully, she is interrupted by Hotch and Morgan approaching.

“(Y/L) with me” His voice filled with a cold empty tone that could easily be interpreted as anger and disappointment. You follow him over to the SUV you both arrived in. Getting into the passenger side quietly as he gets in. He drives in silence for a while.

~~~

Hotch drivers for a few minutes before he speaks. “What you did was highly dangerous, what the hell were you thinking?” He snaps at you. His voice full of pure anger, you have never seen him this angry before.

“Hotch I.. too many people have died, I wasn't going to let someone else die, because of some religious views forced into his brain, it's not right” The words coming out of your mouth, barely louder than a whisper.

“You could've gotten yourself killed, or that boy killed, you can never run into a situation the way you did, I should fire you for what you did” Hearing his words, realisation hits you as to how bad the consequences are about to be.

“I understand Hotch, I'm really sorry” Your voice breaks lightly. Trying hard to pull yourself together, you rest your head on the window looking outside.

“I'm not going to fire you (Y/n)” His voice softens slightly as he glances over at you. Noticing some tears sliding down your cheek, he quickly pulls over, turning the car off.

~~~

Looking over at him, “Your not but I screwed up, I did everything we are not supposed to do when talking down an unsub”

“Maybe you did, but it worked. You talked him down, that's something no one else could have done, that's why I'm not firing you” His tone is soft, watching you closely.

“Thank you Hotch”

“But I do need to know something” He looks at you softly, that concerned look on his face.

You sit up straight, looking at him seriously.

“You want to know if I was telling him the truth, don't you?” You don't know how he can hear you. The words coming out just above whisper. Talking feels so heavy, but you know you have to. He nods at you, a small smile on his lips.

“Yeah it's true, I came out to my parents a few weeks ago, it's why I haven't been myself lately, they rung me two nights ago and we had another argument, ending with them telling me I'm going to hell, I knew what Liam was going though, I had to try help” Your body starts shaking vaguely. Hotch places his hand gently on your arm in support.

“(Y/N), I'm sorry they treated you like that, you know that no one in this team would ever judge you, we care for you” You can feel the love and care coming though in his words, you nod your head gingerly.

~~~

“Do you want to talk more about you being trangender, I'm here to listen”

Taking a deep breath, you open your mouth, finding it easy to breathe and for words to flow out. “Im Non binary, Which means I don't identify as a Man or a Women, I never liked any of those labels, Last year when we did a case with a Trangender victim I did more research when I got home and when I read about Non binary” Smiling faintly as you speak, starting to relax. “It felt right, like I had finally found a missing part of myself” You look over at Hotch, who is smiling softly at you, his eyes full of fatherly love.

“That's great, I'm really happy for you, is there anything I need to change, I know some people change their pronouns”

“Yeah I want to start using they, them, their, pronounce, but mainly while Im only with those people I trust”

“So just the team for now?” He smiles watching as your face brightens up.

“Yes please, I'm going to tell the team on the way back” You smile feeling more relaxed than you have in weeks.

“Lets head back to the precinct then” He smiles more as he turns the car back on, driving towards the police precinct.

~~~

An hour had passed, you had somehow managed to avoid talking to anyone until it was time to board the jet. Hotch was already on the Jet, his laptop set up. Everyone sat around Hotch, ready to start the debriefing. You stay silent as you take the seat beside Hotch, he gives you a small warm reassuring smile. You knew the team would be accepting of you, but you were still nervous of their reaction. The debriefing started, it goes by quickly, but you could feel everyone keep glancing at you, once it had ended no one moved.

“Okay, I think we need to address the elephant in the room” Rossi starts speaking, looking at you carefully.

“I guess I owe you all an explanation on what I said to Liam” Sighing softly as you look up, everyone apart from Hotch is looking at you encouragingly. Everything starts feeling overwhelming having them all stare at you.

“Wait, I think Garica will want to be a part of this conversation” Hotch smiles softly. Turning his laptop over, just as Garica pops up on screen.

“Well hello all you sparkly people” She smiles cheekily at everyone, earning a few laughs from the team. Somehow she managed to break the tension and bring back joy to the moment.

~~~

“Alright now that our team is complete, can you please keep talking (Y/N)” JJ smiles at you encouragingly.

“Wait, what did I miss?” Garcia asks, a little confused.

“You haven't missed anything yet Pen, I’m just about to tell you all some news” Taking a small breath, your hands fidgeting under the table. Hotch's hand slides over, taking one of yours in his gently.

“I guess it's time to say it, I’m Transgender, well Im Non binary, which for me, means that I don't feel like a guy or like a girl, I don't relate to any gender, so I would prefer if you all could use They/them pronouns for me instead and more gender neutral terms for me” Your voice coming out feels a lot stronger and more confident than how you really feel inside.

Garcia is the first to speak, “yesss” She squeaks out. “Does that mean I can go to pride marches with you?” You look at her, seeing her smiling huge. Laughing at her along with the team.

“Of course it does Pen” Laughing as she spins around on her chair, in victory. Morgan who is sitting on the couch close to you leans over clapping you on shoulder smiling.

“Well that is some great news” He smiles at you.

“I think that calls for a celebrity drink at my place this weekend then” Rossi cheers.

“I think you just look for any opportunity to drink,” Emily teases him.

“Oh he does” Hotch laughs

“Well I am in for a drink” JJ says, as the rest of the team agrees.

During the trip back everyone plays a round of cards for a little bit. Hotch is the first to bail, needing to get some paperwork, he moves himself to the back of the plane. The next too bail is Reid, when he leaves he pats your shoulder, and whisper quietly a, “I'm proud of you”

Morgan soon joins Reid and falls asleep on the other end of the couch.

~~~

Rossi, JJ, Emily and you, play cards for a bit longer, until JJ asks you a question.

“(Y/n) can I ask you something?” She looks at you a little concerned and curiously in her eyes.

“Sure JJ, anything”

“Why were you crying last night, was it the case?” She speaks quietly so as to not disturb the two sleeping boys near them.

“You have been off a lot lately” Emily adds in.

“It was a little bit due to the case, it hit close to home, I came out to my parents a few weeks ago, and, it went terribly, they pretty much disowned me. Have barely been sleeping since” Shrugging your shoulders. “They said horrible things when I told them I wouldn't change.” you sigh, forcing yourself to smile weakly.

“Well it's a good thing, you already have a better family” Emily smiles across at you. “And we would never want you to change”

“You never need them again,” JJ adds softly.

“Plus if you ever want to get revenge I believe Penelope would happily place a virus on their computers for you” Rossi smirks, bumping his shoulder with you. Earning a laugh from you three.

“Oh she definitely would,” While laughing, you take a look around at the jet, at your team. Who is the only family you are ever going to need.

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"Kiss me more" - TASM!Peter Parker x Reader

SUMMARY: A collection of small moments when you and Peter share various kisses. Cute stuff, 'tis all.

I am ✨soft✨ for this boy

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Kisses on the head

"Can we have a break?" you mumbled. It was the fourth hour of you and Peter doing chemistry exam-style questions. Your brain was evaporating.

"Come on, it's just three more," he answered in an absent tone, already reading the next one. The excitement science incited inside him was adorable, although now you couldn't help but hate it.

Tired, you let your head fall on his shoulder. It wasn't a conscious movement that he rested his head against yours. Peter has done this so many times it was, quite literally, muscle memory. Maybe he hasn't even noticed his little habit.

"Peter, my brain is a smoothie."

He laughed at your serious statement and your head lightly bounced on his shoulder.

"Then go take a nap," he whispered before kissing the top of your head.

"Only if you're coming with me."

To your pleasure, Peter didn't need much convincing.

Forehead kisses

"My God, Peter, it's like you're trying to get yourself killed," you mumbled under your nose as you measured the good length of bandage to cut.

"I have it all under control."

"You surely do, babe," you answered unconvinced and put the bandage over the cut on the back of his shoulder, running your hand over the adhesive edges to make sure it's stuck well.

You got up from the bed and Peter was about to longingly grab your hand and ask about where you were going, when you gently grabbed his bruised face and gave his forehead a long, affectionate kiss.

"I'll get you something to eat," you whispered against his forehead before kissing it again and leaving your bedroom.

Cheek kisses

Only when Peter sat down across from you, did you look up from your book. The dining hall was filled with students, their loud voices and laughs nearly drowning out any coherent thought your mind produced.

With a bright smile on his face, Peter set a small paper bag down on the table.

"What's that?"

"For stitching up my arm."

"I'm taking care of my boyfriend for free."

Sometimes he still got giddy hearing you call him "your boyfriend".

"I know."

You got up from your seat, leaned across the table and kissed Peter on the cheek. Then you opened the small paper bag only to see a few of your favorite French pastries.

He really knew you like the back of his own hand.

Finger kisses

You opened your mouth to tease Peter back when the police radio in his pocket buzzed and rustled before a female voice quickly spoke:

"All units, we have a report of a 499b in upper Midtown. Suspects are driving a black sedan on Michigan numbers."

"I think you're needed, Spider-Man."

Peter looked at you with an apologetic expression, his eyes somehow wider and eyebrows slanted. You could tell he wanted to say something, let out a waterfall of words that would, hopefully, earn your forgiveness. The last thing he wanted was to make you feel neglected as if his spandex alter-ego was more important to him than you.

He brought your hand, which he was already holding, up to his lips and whispered before kissing your fingers and disappearing into the night:

"Wait for me."

Pecks on lips

You heard a soft knocking on your bedroom window and almost tripped over your own feet running into the room. Peter was, as you expected, on the other side of the glass, waiting for you with a grin on his face.

The cold night air hit your face when you opened the window. It felt refreshing. A police siren wailed in the distance and you could only suspect Peter had something to do with it.

"Hey," he said quietly and kissed your lips.

"Hey," you answered, smiling into another kiss. Without a problem, Peter crawled through the window into your bedroom, still exchanging pecks with you. His hands went into your hair and around your waist. "How's your night?" you asked.

It took Peter a few deeper kisses to finally answer:

"A lot better now."

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yourubersawcrit · 5 months

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I've been divinely inspired to send asks to others, so here I am. You've sent me some asks about my thoughts on Invincible, so it's about high time I send you some myself. I want to hear all of it; your favorite characters, least favorite characters, thoughts, predictions, the works. Feel free to rant, as I am actively encouraging it. :))))

I FOUND IT, HUZZAH!!

So! I'll do my best to write my rant as best as I can. Disclaimer for spoilers of the fourth episode of S2 if you haven't watched it, just in case, heh.

First of all, I learned about the series' existence by that meme at the top of this post a friend sent on a chat group we had; he drew fanart as well! After that, some users of another server wanted me to draw a character on that meme pose Omni-man was doing that showed his ass while kneeling —I believe it's still on my art sideblog—.

I wanted to watch it on my own, yet upon realizing I needed a Prime account, I decided to watch it with my parents. The first time I tried, it was night time, and they fell asleep before finishing episode one, which, in the context of the series, it was the best possible outcome for them. In my case, I watched all of it; it was just nice to have a more realistic approach of a young superhero and a family!

And that change of tone? Delightful! I gasped and enjoyed all the graphic details, as well as how much the GotG were hurt upon realizing Nolan was killing their colleagues, their friends.

Time passed, and I forgot about the series until I made my parents watch the Meet the Team videos, to then take advantage of their willingness so we could finish the series.

And oh boy, they did enhance the experience.

I still remember when Debbie said that Nolan was going to come home later for lunch, to then hear a small chuckle from my mother. A little bit of context should be provided, so I'll do that. My father works for the Navy here, and as consequence, he tends to go to other cities or board ships for days, weeks, even months, as well as working late; it has been normalized.

Watching a 17 year old guy wanting to be more than he was able to ever think possible as a 17 year old kid at the time was fascinating, if not sometimes painful. And now Mark is in college, heh. Yeap, the show hit home a few times, more than necessary.

What can I say about S1 overall? It was amazing! The sort of murder mystery tone it got was great to follow since we knew the who, not the why; and watching how Debbie was more and more sure about her theory was entertaining yet heart-stopping, as she was the only person capable of confronting Nolan and getting away with it. She worries me still, I want her to get her catharsis so she feels better; please writers, Debby deserves to be happy. She reminds me of my mother from time to time.

It's interesting how in the comics she is a housewife, yet in the series they decided to give her some agency and make her have a stable job, which may be the reason why they live in that house on the first place! She said “Get out of my house!” for a reason.

Mark, oh Mark. Watching him get physical and mentally damaged was such a journey that I enjoyed until I began caring for him just as with Debbie. He reminded me of another character that I deeply love, Kiana Kaslana, based on the fact that both characters were compared to someone related to them, as well as kept fighting for humanity although there were many reasons to stop doing so; also they are deeply traumatized.

And if the series' writers decide to follow the arc that Mark had in the comics, I may not survive. I'd implode from all the implications of it. TL;DR, let my guy be happy!

Nolan, ah Nolan. My partner thought he was going to be my favorite character, but Mark's existence takes the first place for sure. This man is so fascinating, being one of the strongest beings yet a complete insensitive dum dum goofball at the moment he has to express his honest feelings and thoughts thanks to all those years of Viltrumite indoctrination.

I hope he stops using Mark as a punching bag for his internal struggles. Looking at S1 episode 8 and S2 episode 4, he grabs his son as a ragdoll and yells at him as if that would convince Mark to be by his side? And the way he's feeling empathy now, hahah you fucker, have deep emotions now! It would have been preferable back on Earth, though. I wonder if the other Viltrumites will commit the execution or not.

I like most of the secondary characters, William is on thin ice, though, since he's uncaring of remembering Mark hurtful mistakes he's done, it doesn't seem William is joking sometimes, which confuses me since both characters are good friends and should know what may be a negative memory to the other.

My girl Amber is doing well! Good thing the writers realized that making her get mad at Mark based on his superhero life was not the best idea, resulting in Amber being more understanding on S2.

Eve is isolating herself, and her father kind of pisses me off because the story is quite vague in trying to prove if he's right or just trying to be more realistic, I'm referring to the incident he showed Eve that was wrote on the newspaper.

And the way they convey the concept of being more akin to someone you once saw divine, now showing its true colors, realizing you may go through the same path while everyone else acts if you already were that person, who brought nothing else but pain. It's wonderful.

It's an amazing show that has the privilege of being one of the few that made me care for the characters and their journey. Let's hope it ends with a bang when the time comes.

#Thanks for the ask Casey wasey!#I couldn't send it since I fell asleep; now I can :3 #I may rant more in the future heheh; there's so much to talk about!#stuff i write #asks for hal #hal by themselves

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The Vampire King 1 ♰˚‧

chapter 1 !

warnings: cursing

masterlist - @thefailcollection @riffcrusader

prolouge // chap 2 // chap 3 // chap 4 // chap 5

Hawkins was anything but the same. The town was split into 4, The upside down was basically flooding into Hawkins, Max was dead, Eddie was dead, and Vecna wasn't even killed. Everyone felt defeated. The only good thing to come of this was Eddie's name being cleared. The town reporters said something about the 4th kill happening when Eddie was already dead so he was framed. No one really cared much for the news though.

The group sat in silence, at Steve's house, trying to form a plan to kill Vecna once and for all. "Who knows how powerful he is now." Robin broke the silence, standing up and began pacing back and forth. "I mean, he has to have been planning this for a while, and now that he got his fourth kill he can, like, I don't know, destroy the whole universe!" Robin rambled, letting her dark thoughts flow out of her mouth. "Robin, come on, he can't destroy the universe." Steve ran a hand through his hair. "You just don't know that. You saw what he did to Hawkins. We are all in danger." Robin stopped pacing to look at Steve. "She's right. Who knows what we're up against." Dustin butted in, taking Robin's side. "But El has her powers back. She'll be able to stop him. Right, El?" Mike and the rest of the group turned to look at Eleven. "I... I don't know. He's... different." El refused to make eye contact. "She's right." Will spoke up. "I can feel it. He's strong. Really strong." He continued.

"Well, we have to do something!" Steve stood up in annoyance. "We can't just sit here and wait for our impending doom! We are the only ones who know about this and this town may be an absolute shithole but there are people who live here with families and lives and I don't know about you, but I don't wouldn't want to live with myself knowing that I could have helped those people. I am done losing people!" Everyone stayed silent. None of them had ever really seen Steve get so mad, so passionate. "There's nothing we can do." Dustin spoke first. "There's gotta be. There's just gotta be!" Steve stormed out of the house in a rage. How could these people not care about everyone this will affect?

He sat on the steps, enjoying the fresh air. "Hey." A soft voice came from behind him. He didn't bother to look up. "Go away, Robin." "What's wrong, Steve. I know this is... well, a lot really, but this isn't like you." Robin took a seat next to him. "Is it so wrong of me to not want everyone to die?" He mumbled playing with his vest. Eddie's vest. "If this is about Eddie-" "It's not about him!" Steve let go of the vest, figuring that's what was giving her the idea. "Okay, well, if it was, he'd be proud of you." Robin put her hand on his shoulder. "I don't wanna hear it... wait. He'd be proud of me?" He looked at Robin, who had a familiar look on her face. One that Steve could distinguish anywhere. It was the one she gave him when she came out to him. "Yeah, he totally would. Y'know, risking your life for a town you hate. Sounds exactly like him, don't you think?" Steve stayed quiet, thinking about Robin's words.

He did sound like Eddie, exactly like Eddie. Maybe there was this part of him that wanted to be just like Eddie, to be brave and strong. Maybe, just maybe, he wanted Eddie to be proud of him. Steve didn't know why, I mean, Eddie was just the freak, after all, right? So why did Steve care so much? He made his head spin. The nights where he would sob, wishing he was there to save him, wishing he was there to convince him not to be a hero. It drove him crazy. "I just wish," He began and Robin gave him her full attention. "I was there. I don't know what I would have done, but... I should have done something, anything." He let a tear roll down his cheek before quickly wiping it away. "Steve, you were doing all that you can." She tried to comfort him with a small smile. He wanted to say something along the lines of "I wasn't doing as much as I could of." or "That obviously wasn't enough." but instead he just returned her smile.

Their moment was short-lived by the rest of the group bursting through the door. "We have a plan." Dustin spoke confidently with a smile spread across his face. "I'll tell you in the car. Let's go." "Wait, what?" Steve muttered as he made his way to the RV. It was mind-blowing they haven't been caught yet. Dustin tried to explain the directions to Steve as the rest piled into the cramped space. "Woah, gnarly." Argyle laughed as he stepped in and closed the door. "When does that wear off?" Lucas asked, obviously getting tired of Argyle's airhead personality. Jonathan shrugged his shoulders before ushering Argyle into a seat.

"So, what's up with Steve?" Nancy asked Robin as she sat down next to her. "Oh, uh, I think he's just a little shaken up. He really cared about Max and Eddie, whether or not he admits it. I just don't know why he's so..." "Crazed." Nancy finished her thought. "Yeah. I just wish he'd tell me. It's so obvious something's eating at him." Robin complained. "He's always been like that. Reserved, I mean." Robin nodded agreeingly. It's something she's noticed too. At first glance, you think he's really open and outgoing, but really he was reserved and secretive. It always amazed Robin, it was something she could never do, but in times like these, she hated it.

"Okay, so what's this big plan?" Steve asked as he began driving. "Max is still alive, her heart is beating. She's just braindead." Dustin started. "This better be going somewhere." Steve sighed impatiently. "A little patience wouldn't kill you." Steve pointed his middle finger at him. "Oh, how mature." "I am mature." The two began bickering, both of the forgetting anything to do with a plan. The word not even crossing their mind. "Guys!" Will screamed, getting tired of their bickering. "Sorry." The boys murmured in unison before Dustin went back to explaining. "She's only braindead because Vecna has her. If we get Vecna, we get max back." Dustin said proudly. "Okay, great plan, Henderson. How do you exactly plan on 'getting' Vecna?" Steve continued to drive to this mystery location. "Fire. It's a hive mind. We light the vines on fire, we kill basically anything connected to the upside down. And then El can close the gates." Dustin explained as if it were obvious.

"This is never going to work." Steve sighed in disappointment. "You're the one that wanted to do something." Dustin retorted. "I know, I know, but this isn't going to work. First of all, those vines are tricky. They have a mind of their own. There's no guarantee that they'll even hurt Vecna, either. Maybe the Demogorgons and bats, but we have no sure way of knowing it will work. And El can't close the gates. She just got her powers back and you expect her to put the whole damn town back together? And what are the people going to say when the town suddenly goes back to normal?" For someone who wanted to help so badly, Steve sure was pessimistic. "We don't know until we try." El spoke up. "That sounds really dangerous," Robin argued. "I have faith in you, brochachos." Argyle gave a thumbs up and Lucas rolled his eyes.

"If anything, we could just set him on fire, again." Nancy shrugged. "Oh yeah, 'cause that worked great last time, Nance." Steve rolled his eyes. "There's more of us now. We'll be more prepared." Jonathan reassured. Steve sighed, he had a bad feeling about this, he kept quiet though. Soon enough, they were at the mystery place, which just so happened to be a survival store. Nancy and Robin quickly went in, grabbing whatever Dustin listed, the rest sat in silence. "How are we going to attack him." Mike broke the silence, almost making Steve groan in annoyance. "What do you mean?" Dustin asks. "Well, you guys said you sneak attacked him. We can't really do that anymore." Mike explained. "Oh." Dustin whispered, slightly upset someone found a flaw in his plan. "I could be a distraction." El chimed in. "I can fight him while you guys sneak attack." El smiled which gave everyone more than enough hope.

"I hate to be a downer-" "No you don't." Dustin cut Steve off. "Ignoring that. We don't even know where Vecna is. He could be anywhere for all we know and I doubt after getting all the power he's ever wanted, he's going to stay at the creel house." Steve continued, tapping his fingers on the steering wheel. "Will you stop being such a pessimist?" Lucas complained. "I am not being a pessimist, I'm just being realistic." Steve tried to defend himself. "Eddie wouldn't approve of your 'realism'." Dustin mocked. Steve stopped tapping his fingers on the steering wheel but he stayed quiet. It was clear to anyone who looked at Steve that Dustin stuck a nerve. "Sorry." Dustin mumbled quickly and quietly before the girls came back. "Jeez, who died in here." Robin joked upon stepping into the RV, which only made Steve stiffen more. "We got everything on the list." Nancy quickly moved on before placing the bags on the floor next to Dustin.

"Where to now, Henderson." Steve continued drumming his fingers on the steering wheel and returning to his relaxed demeanor. "Eddie's trailer." He mumbled. "Where?" Steve asked as he started driving out of the parking lot. "He said 'Eddie's trailer." El said louder. "Why his trailer?" Steve asked but began driving there anyway. "It's the closest, plus there's still weapons there." Dustin explained to which Steve nodded. The drive was silent, no one dared to say a word. Not even Robin. "We have to get out here." Steve said as he parked not too far from the trailer park. "They aren't letting people in, so we have to sneak in." He explained. "We can just go around and walk in from the other side." Dustin said as he got out of the RV. "You're gonna have to lead the way because I have no idea what go around means." Steve ushered everyone out before getting out himself, closing the door as he did. Dustin mumbled something which sparked a small insult battle between him and Steve. "Do they always act like this?" Will asked Mike. "Most of the time." Mike answered. Will nodded before returning to silence.

Soon enough, they all reached Eddie's trailer. The rest of the group went inside to the best of their ability while Steve stayed outside, saying something about how he was going to keep watch. "If you need anything just yell." Robin reassured before going into the trailer. Steve nodded to no one before leaning against a tree. He heard small noises, like sticks cracking, but chose to ignore it, figuring it was just some animal. "Hey, big boy. Miss me?" Steve could have sworn his heart dropped to his feet.

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lunarbuck · 2 years

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You Promised

~Your eyes dry, you shed no more tears. “Sometimes, I wish you’d walk out that door and never come back.” ~

pairing: Bucky Barnes x f!reader (any race)

WC: 2.1k

Warnings: angst, swearing, mentions of previous violence/injury, hurt no comfort (I'm so sorry)

A/N: This is my entry for @strwbrrybucky's writing challenge!! My prompt was "Sometimes, I wish you'd walk out that door and never come back." I really tried to make this happy,,, I just couldn't do it

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Part 2: I Tried

You take the stairs up to your apartment two at a time, eager to see what surprise Bucky has planned for your anniversary. He’s always so busy, but he promised that this year he’d be all yours.

Twenty-four hours of just you and him, no calls from Sam, no mission. Twenty-four uninterrupted hours of your hunk of a boyfriend.

When you reach the door, you calm your shaking fingers and cross the threshold. You try to curb your disappointment when you don’t see a trail of flower petals leading to the bedroom or the dinner table set with your nice plates.

No candles, no flowers, not even a box of chocolates. Nothing. You shake your head. Bucky has never been one for the cliché surprises or gifts; maybe the surprise is him.

After hanging your coat, you make your way to the bedroom. You hear Bucky’s voice on the other side, and butterflies flit around in your stomach; you’re so excited to have this day with him. A loud zipping sound tears through your daydream, and you’re instantly brought back to the real world.

You push the door open and clench your jaw. Bucky is standing over the bed, shoving gear and clothes into his black duffel bag, back facing you. He must not’ve heard you come in because he has yet to turn to face you. Anger rises in your chest; it fills you as your fingers curl into fists, little crescent moons dig into your skin.

This is the fourth time you’ve rescheduled your anniversary celebration this year. This is the fourth time he’s bailed.

“You promised.” You can barely get those two words out without your voice wavering. It takes everything in you not to let your emotions spill over. Bucky whirls around, and his eyes go wide. Those bright blue eyes, they’re what got your attention the first time you met Bucky. He’d winked at you from across the room, and you nearly melted.

“Fuck.” That one-word response makes you infinitely more upset. That’s all he can say? Fuck?

“You promised,” you repeat, breathing heavily. Bucky tries to stand in front of the duffel bag, but you’ve seen everything you need to see. There’s no hiding it now.

You’ve been dating Bucky for three years, and you’d think after all that time you’d be used to him leaving for missions. Well, you’re not. It never gets easier to send him off, not knowing if he’s coming back. Sometimes when he comes home, he’s a shell of the man you’d seen before the mission. Beaten and bloody, there’s nothing you can do. You can’t protect him; you can’t keep him safe.

“I know, baby, I’m really sorry, but Sam called, and I gotta go take care of something. I’ll be back bef–”

“No.” You cut him off. You won’t let him finish that sentence. It’s what he always says, and it feels like years when he’s gone. It’s not before you know it; it’s never easy. “Tell Sam you can’t do it this time.” Bucky shakes his head ever so slightly, and you step toward him.

“You know I can’t do that,” he says as you take his hands in yours. You squeeze them tightly as if that could keep him here with you. “He needs me.” Tears spill onto your cheeks, and Bucky draws in a strained breath. He hates seeing you cry. He’s told you before. It kills me to see you hurtin’, baby.

“I need you.” He deflates and leans back against the bed, still holding your hands. His thumbs rub circles on your skin.

“And I’ll come back to you, baby. I always do.” You shake your head; you don’t want him to make promises he can’t keep. There have been too many close calls, too many near misses.

“Did you tell Sam that it’s our anniversary? He always asks too much of you, and you deserve a break.” Bucky stands and wraps his arms around you, hugging you tightly. His cologne fills your senses, but it doesn’t relax you like it normally does; instead, it just makes your frustration grow.

When he’s gone, you smell it on your pillows, on your sheets. It fills your bedroom and seeps into every surface—a reminder of who you’re missing.

“I did, but this is real important, baby. I can’t just blow Sam off.” You push away from him, shoving Bucky back a few paces. You back yourself against the wall and try to formulate words. Your thoughts swim around in your head. You can’t believe he just said that.

“And I’m not?” You ask, raising your voice. “You’ve blown me off hundreds of times, but I sit here and take it. I’m always here waiting for you to come back, but you don’t seem to care about leaving me!” Bucky furrows his brows but doesn’t argue with you. God, you wish he would. You wish he’d fight for your relationship like you do.

At least then you’d know that he cared.

“Baby,” he whispers. You wipe your tears off your face and steal your expression.

“Don’t fucking ‘baby’ me. You’re never here. You’ve missed every single birthday, Christmas, anniversary, Valentine’s Day, everything. I know that’s what I signed up for when we started dating, but you never said it’d be like this. Every time you leave, I think you’ll die. I mourn you. And you just leave like it means nothing!”

After a particularly bad mission, you and Bucky had sat down to plan his funeral. He doesn’t want anything big, feels like he doesn’t deserve it. You know he wants his arm to be placed in the museum with Steve’s exhibit. You know what flowers to order, you have a plot of land beside his mother and sister for him, you know who to invite. You’ve written your eulogy.

That crumpled piece of paper is tucked into your wallet, and every time Bucky leaves for a mission, you unfold it and read it over and over. You wait for that call from Sam or SHIELD or whoever the fuck is sending him away.

“What do you want me to do?” Bucky asks, finally speaking with urgency. He can tell he’s losing you, and it kills you inside. You love him so much; he is the air you breathe, your universe.

But air is supposed to keep you alive, to fill your lungs and fill you with life. Your universe is supposed to keep you safe, provide you with a home. They’re not supposed to tear you apart, not supposed to rip your heart out.

“I want you to retire,” you say, scoffing a bit. It’s the obvious solution; you’re surprised he even had to ask. Bucky looks offended that you’d even suggest that. His eyes widen, and you hear his vibranium arm shift as his nerves increase.

“I can’t do that, you know that. I owe it to Sam and everyone to keep doing this.” You hate that answer. You hate it so much. He claims to love you, to cherish you, yet he constantly sweeps you under the rug when it comes to keeping himself safe. It’s never about owing it to you, never about wanting to take care of you.

“You say it all the time; it’s one fight to the next. I’m asking you to stop fighting. Just stay with me.” You hold your hands out as if to show him your way of thinking, but he just shakes his head.

“I don’t know how to live the life you want!” He raises his voice, but you don’t flinch. “I’ve never been normal; I’ve never had a normal life. I can’t. This is all I know. This is what I was made for.” His eyes search your face for understanding, but you know as well as he does that he won’t find it there.

You’ve tried. You’ve tried to see it from his side, but you can only handle so much. You know it’s not his fault that he was brainwashed and turned into the Winter Soldier. You know it’s not his fault that he went through so much pain and trauma, but he’s been getting help. He has a support system now. He’s not on his own. He’s not on the run. He has you, Sam, Dr. Raynor; he doesn’t need to go from one fight to the next anymore.

He can settle down. He can give you the life he’s promised to you in whispered voices late at night. A wedding, kids, a stupid house with a stupid white picket fence. The American dream.

But when it comes time to put those words into action, he’s never willing. Never able. It’s always something. Sam needs him; America needs him. The world needs him. The universe needs him.

“You won’t even try!” You can’t control how loud you’re speaking now, and you’re sure your neighbors can hear. You don’t care. “You won’t even give it a chance! You always say you miss what it was like in Wakanda; we could go there! We could have a normal life. Peace. We could do that together.” You’re begging just like you’ve begged every time. He never listens.

His phone rings, buzzing loudly on the bedside table. You both stare at it as Sam’s contact photo flashes. Your anger flares, and you hold yourself back from smashing the phone. You shift your gaze to Bucky. He looks hopeless as his eyes flit between you and the phone. After a moment, he grabs it and answers.

“What,” he says gruffly. You hear Sam’s voice on the other line but only catch pieces. Where are you? Get to the tarmac… we gotta get going.

“Tell him no,” you say, loud enough for Sam to hear. Bucky stares at you, mouth open on a response. You repeat yourself, stepping toward him to emphasize your point. “Say no, Bucky.”

For a moment, you think he’ll listen. You think he’s going to tell Sam he can’t go, that he won’t fight anymore. Hope swims in your belly, and for a second, you allow yourself to think that for once, Bucky will put you first.

“I’ll be there soon.” You’re an idiot.

Bucky hangs up, and you don’t recognize the man that stands before you. This is not the man you’d fallen in love with, the one that had wooed you with classic romantic gestures. This is not the man who’d sent you flowers every day, who’d told you that the sun rose and set for you, who’d promised you a future of happiness. No. This is someone else entirely.

He turns and grabs his bag, slinging it over his shoulder as if the conversation between the two of you has suddenly been resolved. Bucky makes a move to step around you, and he brushes past you.

“Sometimes, I wish that I had never fallen in love with you.” He stops dead in his tracks but doesn’t face you. Your eyes dry, you shed no more tears. “Sometimes, I wish you’d walk out that door and never come back.”

Bucky turns and looks at you. His shoulders sink; he’s given up. “Why?” He asks quietly.

“I wouldn’t be in pain every time you went on a mission. I wouldn’t worry about you every second of the day. It would hurt, I would cry, but then it would be over. You wouldn’t be leaving me every few days. I wouldn’t be sitting by the phone waiting to get the call saying you’re dead. It’d be over.” He doesn’t speak, but the worry lines between his eyebrows deepen.

You remember the feeling of smoothing them with your thumbs when he woke up from nightmares, kissing them to help them fade. You remember running your fingers along his strong, stubbled jaw, pressing your lips to the dimple in his chin, massaging the tension from his neck.

Falling in love with Bucky Barnes was easy; he’s charming without knowing it, handsome but denies it, and he loves so fiercely. It engulfed you, wrapped you up, and held you close. But living with that love, living with the reality of Bucky Barnes, is different. It’s long days and nights of not knowing, stitching him up in the bathroom, threats on your life, it’s tiring.

You’re tired. So tired. You love him, but you can’t love this life.

Bucky turns back toward the door and opens it, the creak of the hinges filling the silence between you. You make no move to stop him, to grab him, to apologize. He glances over his shoulder, and you see a flash of emotion in those beautiful blue eyes you always get lost in.

“I love you.” He shuts the door behind him, and you get your wish.

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crowsmybeloveds · 3 years

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Shadow and Bone Series: Chapter Two

In Cold Blood

Pairing: Jesper Fahey x Reader

Summary: The Crows continue to visit Y/N at the Emerald Palace, and make some interesting developments.

Word Count: 4.8k

Warnings: Implied suicide (don’t take it too seriously hint hint); abuse; Pekka Rollins; again canon typical violence/slave stuff (this time it’s described more, but again nothing graphic); the Menagerie;

A/N: Thank you so much if you liked the first chapter!!! This one is a little longer and I promise the end isn’t as bad as it might seem.

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Jesper Fahey liked to do his own thing. Sure, as a member of the Dregs he had to listen to his boss and go on jobs, but he loved his free time in between. Hence, he often avoided going on little arends for Kaz at all costs. It would be a waste of his time.

Jesper Fahey was now talking to Kaz. Volunteering for an arend. For the fourth time this week.

Kaz, Inej, and Jesper had been visiting the girl in the basement regularly since their first meeting with her. Kaz chalked it up to business, the girl and her potions were powerful assets, but the other two would admit they had found a new friend.

There were rules to these visits. First, only go during the day. Even if it seemed counterintuitive to sneak there in the broad daylight, Y/N insisted she would be unavailable in the night, as that was when her “work” was done. Also, if you are there, you must hide well behind the crates, and remain armed. You were lucky every time you made it out of there alive.

It was a daunting task, but Jesper was always up for it.

“You’re going to go there again?” Kaz asked him, eyebrows raised, “You know it’s Inej’s turn, correct?”

“Yes, and I also don’t care,” Jesper answered, “Also, she probably has things to see, people to do, and whatnot. I, on the other hand, have my whole day cleared. And I couldn’t deprive the lovely basement girl of this face.” He smiled, pointing to himself, “I mean, come on.”

Kaz stared at him, seeing through his antics in a minute. Jesper had taken a liking to the girl. What will happen the day he visits to find she’s not there anymore? Kaz thought. His hopes are too high.

“Fine, Jesper,” He agreed, “but be careful not to draw attention.” He scrunched his nose. “Do your best not to dawdle.”

“Right, I’m off then!” Jesper exclaimed as he clapped his hands together and ran off.

“I’m going tomorrow!” Kaz shouted after him.

The sharpshooter knew his boss was suspicious of his actions, but in all honesty he didn’t care. Normally he would have thought there wasn’t much spending time with her could do, as she had told him many of the same things over and over. That must have meant she had told him all that she knew. But Jesper was not going for information, he was going to be with her. He liked to think they were friends.

Jesper was often distracted. Whether he saw a pretty person to flirt with or a table to gamble at, he always found a way to not be doing whatever he was supposed to. Everything around him was so appealing and stimulating, especially in the Barrel. Even so, he sped down the streets without a single double take or second thought as he headed to the Emerald Palace. He really wanted to see her. So bad it was addicting. At first he thought that maybe the girl was drugging him, seeing as that is her particular expertise, but soon he realized that he just liked her. She was funny, and she laughed at all his jokes. She was also so intriguing. So powerful yet rendered powerless. He was enchanted, but he knew something was missing. It seemed it wasn’t her fault. He wanted to help.

That day when he arrived at the window (after making sure no one could see him, of course) Jesper saw Y/N sitting against the wall with her legs hugged to her chest. He called her name softly, and waited for her to reply. She didn’t reply, or even move. Against his better judgement, he shouted louder, risking being discovered by one of Pekka’s crew. He didn’t care. He banged the windows. Praying she would say something. Or turn her head. Or nod. Anything. She didn’t. A single tear rolled down her face.

Y/N had been sitting there for three hours. There wasn’t much to be said about what had happened. Only that she did not remember, whether her loss of memory was intentional or not. It was an off day, that’s all.

Jesper was panicking. He had no idea how to get her to wake up. That is, if she was asleep. Truthfully, he did not know what was wrong with her or what to do. Unfortunately, his noise making had roused a different group of people. Jesper had to run down the alley as he heard shouts coming his direction. He ran the rest of the way home, still in shock. He was not haunted by his near escape with the Dime Lions, but the look on the girl’s face. What had they done to her?

“And she didn’t move at all?” Inej asked. Jesper had just explained to her what happened after he showed up to her room at the Slat. She hadn’t appreciated being woken up from one of her rare naps, but she didn’t complain when she saw the look on his face.

“Not that I could see,” he replied, shaking his head, “Inej, I swear she could hear me.”

Inej did not know what to say. This kind of behavior was not usual for Jesper. He had his normal amount of energy, but it was not often it was all directed to one place: worry. It was odd that something upset him and he did not distract from it by going to gamble or making a joke.

“I just, if it were you I’d understand, but who could ignore me?” he said, “Going unnoticed is not a Jesper talent.”

There it was.

“You’re deflecting” She called him out, “It’s not funny. We should tell Kaz.”

“That's not funny,” Jesper replied, “what is Kaz gonna do? Tell us to stop talking to her?”

Inej sighed. It’s possible that he would advise that. But he also wouldn’t just let Pekka Rollins keep his most dangerous weapon. Especially not when she didn’t seem to have much loyalty. She had told Inej so many times. The girls had a bond due to the Menagerie, and Y/N told her much about her past and present. She explained different chemicals she had made and plans she had heard to Kaz. But with Inej, she explained how she felt about them.

Y/N hated every second in that basement. She had told Inej as much. Repeatedly. But she was rather scatterbrained. She repeated herself often and forgot things that she had already been told. She would forget what day it was and what she had done the night before. Inej had experience with trauma and sleep deprivation enough to shrug this off. She didn’t want to cause her friend anguish by questioning it.

The incident Jesper was describing made her think that maybe she should. Y/N was smart. Hell, she was a self taught Grisha fabrikator. So good, she could kill people from miles away. How could she be so forgetful? Someone so scientifically gifted must have a better mind than that. Someone must have been messing with it.

After some convincing to Jesper that Kaz would not kill or give up on Y/N, the pair made their way to their boss’s office.

“I was waiting for this to happen,” was Kaz’s response.

“What, that’s it?” Jesper raised his voice, “You have nothing else to say?”

Kaz glared at him from his desk. “I don’t know that you thought through your attachment to her, Jesper. You should never have assumed she was on our side.”

Jesper stared bullets at his boss in front of them. They seriously weren’t going to help her at all? She needed to get out of there, he knew that for certain. If it wasn’t because he cared about her then it should be because she is an asset. A good investment. Saints, he hated calling her that.

He didn’t say any of this, however, and instead started to walk out of the office. Just before he was out the door, he heard Brekker speak up.

“I’ll go and see her tomorrow.”

When Kaz Brekker reached the girl’s window, he gave it exactly seven taps with his cane, with a very specific beat. It was a signal he had made with Y/N so that she knew to open the window and talk to him without him having to raise his voice.

The girl turned toward the window at the sound. She set down the bottle she was currently working on and walked over. Kaz started speaking as soon as it was opened.

“How long have they been drugging you?”

Y/N scoffed, “Hello to you, too!”

“How long?”

“Um, never?” She replied, getting confused. “They don’t drug me with anything. I’d notice. That’s kind of my job description.”

Kaz looked to the side, thinking. The only way to explain her odd behavior, forgetfulness, and calmness in her position was that she was being manipulated. And because she was constantly making poisons and “potions” for Pekka, it made sense that she was being given her own drugs without her knowledge. He had thought this since he’d met her. She had to be on some sort of relaxers when he first saw her. Why else would she have so willingly opened the window for strangers?

“Why did you ignore Jesper when he was here yesterday?” He asked, hoping to get the information from her in a more roundabout way.

“I didn’t?” Y/N asked, “Inej was here yesterday, she got those vials of knockout gas you asked for.”

Kaz squinted at her, “Y/N, that was two days ago.”

She shook her head, “No, no, because I was working on those just yesterday and I just finished them when she stopped by. I haven’t seen Jesper in a couple of days, Kaz. Are you feeling ok?”

Kaz wasn’t sure how to react to this. She had missed the whole day? He was sure things like this had been going on this whole time, but never in the month since they began speaking with her has she forgotten a whole day. She had to have taken something.

“Are you self medicating?”

“No! Why- what are you talking about? What is going on?”

“Y/N, Jesper came here yesterday and you were sitting in that corner near catatonic. You wouldn’t speak or even move.” Kaz informed her.

“He must not have shouted loud enough, I was probably asleep.”

“You normally sleep with your eyes open?” He is tone was sharp. “Jesper said you were crying.”

She didn’t respond. She was shocked out of her mind. It was possible Kaz was lying to her to get some sort of information out of her, but it didn’t seem that way. He looked uneasy, the kind of unease that comes from not knowing something. He was a very smart man, and when something did not make sense to him he got nervous. So, this must have actually happened. And if she could not remember it, something was terribly wrong.

“I’m sorry, Kaz. I just don’t remember.”

“Fine. Then I need you to stop eating the food they give you. I’ll have Inej stop by with something to eat during the day.” Kaz paused, thinking. “And I would like to get you out of here, and have you join the Dregs. I just have to figure out how.”

“No, Kaz. I can’t leave.”

“Why? You have loyalties to Pekka Rollins?” He asked, anger clear in his voice.

Do I? She thought. While she knew his treatment of her was unfair, she wondered whether or not she still cared about him. In her time at the Emerald Palace, Pekka had told her many things about how he was the only one who would ever care for her. He claimed that he had saved her from the Menagerie, and he was taking care of her because he loved her. He also said that he would help her find her sister, often claiming that the potions Y/N was making was helping him follow leads about her.

When he started bringing men down into Y/N’s room, she was only a teenager. The first man that had ever touched her in that room also told her information about upcoming trips, which Pekka used to choose the perfect time to rob his house. Y/N felt disgusting in her skin ever since, but Pekka reassured her. I’m sorry , canary. I’ll protect you. Those men are not like me. While any sane person would call giving her food and shelter supplying her basic needs, Pekka called it courtesy. A gift because he loved her. A gift that could be taken away. He let men take advantage of her just so she could get him information, and then called it love. And she believed him. Until one day.

A man had come down into her room, which was usual for her on any given night. However, this man started out rough and stayed that way for the rest of his visit. She had tried her best with past men to get as much information as she could through simple flirting and drugging, but he was not there for small talk. For a brief moment, she considered saying no. In the moment following, she remembered what happened the other times she had done so.

She didn’t get any of the information she had been asked to draw from the man. Pekka was livid. The argument following had been explosive and painful. Not just emotionally.

“This isn’t love.” She tried to say it in a firm voice, but it came out broken and weak.

“How could you possibly know?” Pekka replied.

“Because you don’t deny it.” She said, summoning the strength to look up at him. “The men who come down here sometimes mention their wives. They might not be the pinnacle of married men, but I know they would never do this. This is bad for me.”

“Oh, is it so bad for you?” He raised his voice. “And who is going to treat you better, hm? Who out there would possibly care about you like I do?”

She turned her back to him. She sniffled as she cleaned up her worktable, silently hoping he would just leave.

He grabbed her arm, whipping her around to face him. “I don’t care if you hate me. You will stay here because of Anais. You will stay because you need me.”

The memory was scarring.

Kaz watched as Y/N got lost in her own thoughts. His voice startled her out of her memories. “Y/N, do you have loyalties to him?”

“My sister, Anais.” She breathed. “He is helping me find my sister.”

“Is that all?”

She shook her head. “You don’t understand. I need to find her. Have you ever had any siblings?”

Kaz paused for a moment. The comment seemed to toy with him. “No.”

“Then you don’t get it. I want to be with people I belong with. To figure out where I’m from.” She sighed. “Pekka is helping me with that.”

“And he has proven that he is actually doing so?”

“He said that he knew she was involved with the slavers who took me away. He is getting in with them to try and figure out where they took her.”

“Y/N, I don’t think he is actually doing that.” Kaz said, shaking his head. “This is your reason for staying?”

“And I have nowhere else to go!”

Kaz took a deep breath. He had decided what he was going to do for the girl since the day he met her. She was an asset. With her power he could complete jobs and gain kruge with record speed. Not to mention, if Kaz had her on his side, Pekka didn’t. The sweet taste of revenge covered his tongue just at the thought.

“I have an offer,” he began, “You come with me. Not now, but soon. I’ll come everyday to ask questions and we’ll plan your escape. In the meantime, you gather your things discreetly and try to find as much dirt on Rollins as you can.”

“But my sister -“

“If you are a part of the Dregs, you will help when asked, but the rest of your time is yours. Look for your sister, gamble your money away, take up baking, — I don’t care. You’ll be free.”

The offer was good. Great, actually. So why was she hesitating? Was Pekka’s manipulation really enough to make her turn away an opportunity like this? I don’t know.

And what about Kaz? Could she really trust him? The man wanted her for her powers, too. How was he different from Pekka? In her limited experience, he wasn’t. I should stay.

But Jesper. In the short while she had known him, Jesper had become her favorite part of being alive. And Inej, who was the kindest soul she had ever encountered. If they were with Kaz, he couldn’t be the demon he tried to be. At least not like Pekka. I should go. I should have gone a long time ago.

“Deal.”

In the weeks following, Kaz came every day to discuss every aspect of the Emerald Palace with her, in the hopes that he could get her out. Getting her out of the building would be simple, but keeping her from being hunted by the Dime Lions for the rest of her days would be complicated. The plan would have to be completely airtight, so Kaz needed time.

A few days later, Jesper was at the window speaking with her. The other members of the dregs would often visit along with Kaz and stay to talk to her, or they might come in his place. Today, after describing her entire tailoring process to Kaz, Y/N was speaking to Jesper about music.

“It’s like this huge golden machine made by Fabrikators, right?” Y/N smiled as she excitedly spoke. “And you take this small disc, place it on the machine and put the needle on it, and then music comes out!”

Jesper grinned at her. He loved the way she looked when she was excited about something. “I don’t know if I’ve ever seen one before.”

“Well, it’s wonderful,” she sighed, “Not to mention there’s thousands of the disc things, and each one is a different song. I wish more people had them than just the rich men who can afford it. I mean I wish I could have one.”

The two had been known to discuss things that had nothing to do with her escape, which Kaz had scolded them for plenty of times. But they enjoyed talking to each other, and they often got distracted. Odd topics of discussion were bound to happen whether they liked it or not. However, when Jesper realized that they had strayed from their original reason for speaking, he redirected the conversation.

“So, you get tailored nearly everyday?”

“Well, whenever anyone comes to see me. Only Pekka knows what I really look like. And you and your friends. Maybe it's a security thing.” She told him, thinking as she spoke. “Also, if anyone sees me who isn’t supposed to, I’m meant to drug them so they forget. Pekka really just does not want anyone knowing I’m here. Some bastard might try to steal me away.”

Jesper smirked at her. “I cannot imagine who would ever do something like that.”

Visits were going relatively well. Kaz had nearly enough information to finalize his plan for her escape, so he visited less and less. Y/N was becoming a solid member of the Crows even though she had so little time with them. She matched Jesper’s humor, built trust with Inej, and had a shared anger for Pekka with Kaz.

Today was Inej’s day to go visit Y/N, and she was running rather late. She knew the girl had mentioned not to visit after the sun went down, but Inej had been busy all day and could only find time to make it to the window after dark. When she got there, however, she realized why Y/N had made the warning.

When she looked through the window, she noticed that Y/N was not alone. When she looked closer, she realized Y/N was with Pekka Rollins. Luckily, Inej was the Wraith, she could watch what happened next without being seen.

“I don’t understand why you wouldn’t want to eat your dinner,” She heard Rollins speak first, in the most condescending tone she had ever heard. “Not after I worked so hard to get your favorite.”

Y/N sat on her cot, avoiding eye contact. “Not hungry.”

Rollins grabbed her by the jaw roughly, forcing her to look at him. Inej noticed tears shining in Y/N’s eyes. “Not hungry, hm? We both know that’s not true.” He laughed, with a terrifying lack of humor behind it. “Why are you lying to me, canary?”

The girl shook her head as the tears fell down her face.

“Your tears will do you no good.” Rollins snarled. “Do not forget what you are.” He paused, raising a brow. “What are you?”

The girl sniffled and didn’t respond.

“What are you?” He shouted and raised his voice this time, causing her to shake.

“A canary.” She whispered out.

“Good, and if I give you a song...”

He raised her chin higher, prompting her to finish his words. “I sing it.” The words fell from her lips like something rehearsed, but unbearably painful.

He gave a tight lipped smile. “Right. Don’t forget it again.” He sat down next to her and handed her the plate she had sat on the table beside her. “Now you eat and I’ll tell you about the man who is coming here tonight.”

Inej felt like she was going to throw up as she travelled the rooftops of Ketterdam back to the Crow Club. She knew Y/N was being mistreated at the Emerald Palace, but seeing it take place was something entirely apart.

As she walked in the doors of the club she felt a presence beside her. She looked over to see Jesper walking with her. He must have been guarding the door. He was waiting to ask a question.

“Yes, Jesper, I went to see her.” Inej spoke to him, her voice rough.

“And?”

“And Pekka Rollins was there.”

Jesper stopped in his tracks. “Saints, is she ok? Are you?”

“I’m fine,” Inej assured, “But I’m not sure about Y/N. He is anything but gentle with her. And he forced her to eat the dinner he gave her. I don’t think she’s gonna be able to avoid the drugs they give her anymore. If only she could remember to take an antidote before her mind goes.”

“Shit, we need to get her out of there, soon.”

The pair once again went to Kaz to discuss the girl, only to find him at his desk, writing furiously with two bottles in front of him.

“Kaz, Inej -“ Jesper was cut off.

“She told me how she’s been killing all those people.” Kaz stared at the bottle in front of him, observing it scientifically.

Inej and Jesper looked at each other before looking back at their boss. What was he on about?

“I don’t understand.” Inej had a confused look on her face as she tried her best to make eye contact with Kaz. She wanted to try and read him like she knew she could, but right now the man in front of her was like a blank page.

“Y/N. She gives them a liquid of her own design, but it isn’t poisonous,” He kept his eyes trained on his work, “At least not until she makes it poisonous. She can give someone poison hours in advance but it kills them right at the perfect moment. Right when she can get away. And, once they are dead, she can change it back to something nontoxic. It’s flawless: not a single trace is left.”

“Great, boss,” Jesper said, growing impatient. “Can we talk about why we are here?”

Kaz frowned, “What, because you want to get Y/N out sooner? She’s in a terrible situation?”

“Exactly,” Inej pleaded.

“If I tried to save everyone in the Barrel I’d be broke by dawn.” Kaz said, looking back at his work. Inej and Jesper stood there in shock. “If you don’t have anything else to say…”

Inej placed a hand up to keep Jesper from exploding. “Kaz, you told us that you would help her escape.”

“I needed information, Wraith, you wouldn’t help me if I told the truth.”

Jesper spoke up, “So you lied to us? And what did you tell her?”

“Nothing. She’s prepared to leave the Emerald Palace tonight.” Kaz tsked. “I doubt she’ll make it two feet out the building without our help. Solves all of my problems.”

Without another word, Inej slipped out of the room, leaving the boys to fight. Through the walls, she heard muffled shouting.

“How could you? You act like you have nothing you believe in but really you are so terrible that you’ve made yourself your own Saint!” Jespers voice was desperate, filled with rage. The betrayal he felt was clear even though he was muffled. He sniffed. “Put too much faith in that saint and he’ll kill your friends.”

Inej cringed, hating the harsh truths her friend was sending toward her boss. She had always known partnership with Kaz would mean conflict, but it also meant freedom. She and Jesper often commented on their cold-hearted boss. “We are both too good for him.” Jesper would laugh as he said it, but now it seemed to be a reason to leave. But where would they go? When it came to Kaz Brekker, no one was better, and no one was worse.

One thing was for certain, Inej was not going to let her friend die. She had just pulled Y/N up from the grave, and she’d be damned if she let Kaz Brekker push her back in. If he was so certain the girl would be dead by tomorrow, she’d get to her before then. She didn’t have time for Kaz’s lectures and Jesper’s shouting. There was a life at stake. She begged the Saints to help her, but deep down she knew that this was up to her and her knives. If Inej couldn’t save Y/N, the Wraith would.

When she reached the Emerald Palace, a nauseous feeling spread throughout her stomach. She willed her hands to stop shaking, but the tremor remained. She reached the window after carefully checking her surroundings and gasped at what she saw. Nothing remained in Y/N’s room but a white letter and dark ash, both standing out against the gray stone floor. Inej frowned in confusion. So, she is gone. Where could she be?

Y/N was a smart girl, she could be out of Ketterdam by now. However, she had barely had any human contact and had been drugged and manipulated for years. If she was not already found by Pekka Rollins, she could have already been killed on the street. But no one knew who she was, and only Pekka and the Crows knew what she truly looked like. She had become one huge question.

Suddenly, Inej remembered something.. Specifically, a conversation she had with Y/N not long ago.

Inej, this might be the worst thing I’ve ever made. She had said, a fire in her eyes.

Then why are you smiling? Inej replied.

Look! Y/N had pulled a thin glass bottle of a swirling liquid and a small flower out from behind her back. She then poured a drop of the bottle on the flower, which disintegrated into a pile of ash within seconds.

Saints. Inej was amazed.

Wild, huh? Footsteps came from the stairwell in the corner of the room. Shit. Inej, go. Inej hesitated. Go! He’ll see you!

Now, looking at the large pile of ash on the floor of the room, Inej realized what had happened.

“Saints,” She whispered, tears forming in her eyes. “She’s drunk it.”

She heard footsteps approaching in the alley, and immediately grabbed two of her knives, ready to protect herself.

“Easy,” Jesper appeared, holding his hands out toward her. “It’s just me.”

Inej lowered her knives as she stared back at him. “We’re too late, Jes. She’s gone.”

He laughed, nervous. “No, she wouldn’t.” He lowered himself down to the window. “No.”

Inej stood up and looked up at the stars, praying to any Saint that she could think of that she wasn’t dead. That her friend was out there somewhere. Alive. “Jesper, we need to get out of here.”

“But,” Jesper paused, his voice weak. “She was just here.”

“She’s not anymore.” Inej looked at him with pity. She could tell how much the girl had meant to him. “I’m sorry.”

“She was just here.” He repeated, voice cracks littering his words.

Inej grabbed his hand, forcing him out of this frozen state. “I know, Jes. I’m sorry.”

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Trust - Spencer Reid x Reader

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Summary: Spencer and Reader have been dating for two months, and haven't done anything more than kiss. But, when Reader has to go undercover in a revealing outfit, Spencer finds Reader hard to resist.

Word Count: 5.2k

Pairings: Spencer Reid x Reader

Category: Smut, Angst, Fluff (NSFW, 18+)

Warnings: Swearing, Sex (oral and penetration), Mentions of Sexual Assault, Crying, Guns, Shooting

You and Spencer had been dating for two months. It had been the most amazing two months of your life, but also the most sexually frustrating. Your nights consisted of heated make-out sessions followed by lots and lots of cuddling. Spencer was the first guy you dated that didn’t try and get in your pants on the first date, which was something you admired about him. However, his gentle and caring demeanor, one of that many reasons you fell in love with him, was starting to become the bane of your existence. Whenever you tried to have him move his hands away from their respectful, stationary position on your fully clothed waist, he would tense up. This broke your heart because the last thing you wanted to do was make your amazing, but insecurity-ridden, boyfriend uncomfortable.

You knew it wasn’t due to him not finding you appealing in that way because multiple times when he hadn’t heard you come home, you could hear him moaning your name through the sounds of water falling on his bare chest in the shower. One time you got up the courage to creak the door open and ask him if he wanted you to join him, but you were quickly met with him coughing, trying to cover up his previous activities, and saying that he was just washing off the last of the soap. He never mentioned what happened, and you respected his wishes of not questioning him about it any further.

You wanted to feel his touch all over your body and for him to completely devour you, but you loved this man so much, that you would be willing to wait as long as he needed. The two of you had decided to take things slow when you first started dating, you just didn’t realize slow for Spencer Reid would be this agonizingly slow.

That is why, when, for the first time since you had started dating, you had friction on your crotch that wasn’t just your own hand, and both your phones rang, you actually wanted to scream. That night, you and Spencer were having one of your usual kissing sessions in bed- which you wouldn’t trade for the world- when he pulled you onto his lap, therefore causing him to move his hands off your waist and grab your thighs, the tops of his fingers grazing your butt cheeks. Your heart raced at the feeling, causing you to moan even more into the kiss. Spencer smirked at the reaction he elicited from you and gripped your hips with even more fervor. Not wanting to overwhelm him, you began to gently rock your hips against him. You could feel the already formed bulge in his pants begin to grow, which you took as a sign to move with more purpose. The pleasure you felt was immeasurable, and you thought you might cry at how good the man you loved with your whole heart was making you feel. Just as Spencer let out the moans he had been holding back, your heart sank. He quickly jumped out from under you, and you could see the realization of what just happened wash over his face as he answered his phone. You sighed and reached for your own, dreading the sound of Hotch’s voice saying you were needed.

The two of you got ready in silence, not sure what to say about what had just happened. Spencer’s silence worried you, but when he grabbed your hand and kissed your head as you finished locking the front door, you knew everything would be okay because you had your goofy, loving Spencer by your side.

Garcia delivered the case, relaying that the unsub was killing prostitutes in Las Vegas. When the team arrived, you and Spencer were sent to set up at the local police precinct to get started on the geographical profile. After two days and two more bodies, the team had figured out who the unsub was and where he would be striking that night.

“Alright, to catch him, we will need to go undercover so he’ll bring himself to us. (Y/l/n), you match his type and will be our best shot, are you okay doing this?”, Hotch said. Spencer looked up, a mixture of anger and terror violently swirling in his eyes.

“Of course”, you replied, gaining an even more intense look from Spencer.

“JJ and I will help you get ready”, Emily said.

“Alright, let’s get to work”, Hotch said. As everyone got up, you began to walk towards JJ and Emily when you felt a tug on your wrist. You turned around in confusion, only to be met by the piercingly concerned eyes of your boyfriend.

“Can we talk?” Spencer whispered in a gentle tone that juxtaposed his facial expression.

“Yeah, sure”, you replied and gave Emily and JJ a glance before Spencer took me into the empty file room next door.

“Is everything o-”

“Please don’t do this”, he interrupted with pleading eyes.

“Spencer, its just work. It’s no different than any other time we have to go undercover”, you reassured him. His eyes traced your body before he met your gaze and bit his lip.

“I just- This guy is dangerous (y/n). I don’t want you to get hurt.” Knowing this wasn’t the full story, you raised your eyebrows and gave a knowing look. When he still wouldn’t confess to what this really was about you sighed before continuing.

“Spence, we deal with guys like this all the time, I can handle myself and you and the rest of the team will be right there, and if that’s all, I really have to go get ready”, you said, glancing up at the clock above the door. Just as you were about to leave, you heard indistinguishable mumbles coming out of Spencer’s mouth. “Huh?”, you questioned.

“I...I don’t want you out there for any guy, especially this guy, just-just as something they feel they have the right to touch”, your eyes softened as you gave him a small smile and grabbed his hand with both of yours. You opened your mouth, but before you could say anything to relieve his anxieties, he said, “I just don’t want to see you get hurt again”. At this, you knew he was no longer talking about the case, and everything began to make sense.

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Before you and Spencer were dating, you had gone on a date with a guy you met at a coffee shop. You had said hello to each other a few mornings in a row, and on the fourth day he asked you out. At first, you were reluctant because you had a massive crush on Spencer, but you decided you couldn’t just pine for him forever, so you agreed. That night, Spencer had received a call from you in tears, causing his heart to clench at the thought of you so upset. He came and picked you up on some random street corner and you got in, flashing him a small tear-stained smile as thanks for getting you. When you finally got back to your apartment, he parked the car and broke the silence.

“(Y/n), you don’t have to answer if you don’t want to, and I don’t want to pry into your personal life”, at this you took in a sharp breath, trying hold back your tears, “but, I really need to know what happened so I can help you, okay?” He had looked up at you and went to place his hand on your thigh to reassure you that you were safe with him, but at his touch, you tensed and your eyes grew wide with terror and he quickly flinched back, as if you had electrocuted him.

“I-I’m sorry, I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to hurt you”, he said with guilt. The sadness on his face made you cry even more.

“I...I went out with this guy tonight”, you started, as Spencer’s face fell at thought of you with someone that wasn’t him, “He seemed nice and I was having fun. We-”, you chocked out another sob, “We went back to his place because the movie theater we were going to go to was closed, so we were just going to watch one there.” You stopped for a moment to try and catch your breath. You could feel Spencer’s eyes on you, but you couldn’t bring yourself to meet his gaze because you felt like such an idiot. You had poor judgment and went out with a jerk and had to call the guy you had the biggest crush on to come get you because you were a mess. “A couple minutes into the movie he kissed me, and it was nice so I kissed him back, but-but then he-he”, you closed your eyes, the painful image in your head causing you to break down again, “he started to touch me and I pushed him off because I wasn’t comfortable, but he just kept going… I didn’t know what to do and-Ugh! I can still feel his hands on me.” You finally looked up at Spencer who’s eyes were burning with anger.

“(Y/n)”, his voice was so soft, in direct contrast to his eyes, “I am so sorry that happened. You are such an amazing person, and you deserve someone who treats you as such.” You smiled at this and thanked him.

“Um, you don’t have to, but, could you stay with me tonight? I really don’t feel like being alone…”, you asked.

“Yeah!-uh-uh, yeah, yes of course”, he stammered, trying to conceal his excitement at getting to spend time with you because of the terrible circumstances that brought you to call him tonight. That night you asked him if he could stay in your bed with you, to which he happily obliged. In your sleep, you both had drifted towards each other. You woke up in each other’s arms with a grin plastered on your faces. From that night on it had become your routine to sleep while holding each other, and on the third night, you hesitantly placed a kiss on Spencer’s cheek, causing him to blush and place one on your cheek in return. The next morning you had woken up before him, so you let yourself admire the dark curls that brushed against his forehead and his cute nose with little crinkles from him scrunching it so much. When you moved your way to his beautiful plump, pink lips, you couldn’t help place a chaste kiss to his lips, causing his big hazel eyes to shoot open. After realizing what was happening, he smiled and melted into your kiss.

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Unknown to you until now, Spencer made himself a promise that night you called him full of tears: He would never do anything to cause you to hurt like that again. It all made sense. He never wanted anyone to touch you like that guy did, including himself, for fear he would make you uncomfortable or do something you didn’t want.

“Spence…That guy didn’t take no for an answer. But, I know you-”

“Yeah well neither does this unsub!”, he shouted, cutting you off. It pained you to see how much this hurt him, but you really had to go do your job if you wanted to stop him from killing again tonight. Before giving Spencer a kiss on the cheek, you made a mental note to show him all the things he could do to you without hurting you when this was all over. Well, maybe him hurting you a little bit wouldn’t be such a bad thing with what you had planned.

“Look, I have to go. I love you”, you said, placing a kiss on his cheek.

“I love you”, he sighed in defeat, with a grin on the half of his face that you placed your lips on.

When Emily and JJ were done getting you ready, you looked in the mirror in amazement. You were never super confident in showing off your body, but this outfit left very little to the imagination. You couldn’t help but smirk at the thought of Spencer’s face when he would see you in this.

You stepped out of the bathroom, everyone’s eyes falling on you. You shrugged and walked towards Spencer so he could put your mic on you. As you walked towards him his eyes were glued to you. For someone who you were dating and had spent the past 63 nights in the same bed as you, even he hadn’t seen this much of you. You were wearing a skin-tight black dress, that with one wrong move would expose the black lace panties you had on, which also didn’t cover very much. The dress was very low cut, leaving your breasts out on display as they bounced as you walked in your heels. You had never seen Spencer’s eyes this wide and you swore you could see a bit of drool as his mouth was left open in shock.

“Alright, wire me up doc”, you teased as you approached him with a smirk.

“Um, yeah, right”, he said as he broke out of his trace, and the two of you went back into the file room. Spencer’s hands hovered over your body as he hesitated to put the wire down your back. He took in a breath and fed it down the back of your dress. “Is this okay…”, he questioned, whispering in your ear. His breath on your neck made you shudder. You nodded in response and he stopped again for a moment before bringing the wire towards your right breast. “Uh, here, I’ll let you do this part…”, he sheepishly looked away.

“Could you do it, please? You have steadier hands than me and the last thing we need is him seeing the wire”. Spencer looked in your eyes before nodding and grabbing the wire. His hands brushed against your breast, causing your breath to hitch at the sensation. He quickly dropped the wire and looked at you with scared, apologetic eyes.

“I’m so sorry-” he started, but you grabbed his hand and cut him off. “Spencer”, you smiled at him, bringing his hand back to where it was, “it’s okay. You didn’t do anything wrong. That felt nice, I just, I’ve never felt you do it before. It was just new okay, but... good, really good”, your angelic laugh released the tension in his face and he bit his bottom lip, holding back a smile. He finished attaching the wire, his movements causing you to shift from how turned on you were. He looked up at you, and you brought him in for a kiss. His hands gently laid on your waist and your hands ran through his hair. When you broke apart, breathless, you gave him another quick kiss. “Alright, let’s go catch this guy”, you winked at him, causing him to smile and shake his head at how you could be making jokes right before meeting a serial killer face to face.

“We’ll be right there the whole time, and I promise we won’t let anything happen to you”, he said sincerely.

“I know you will”, you smiled. He interlocked your hands as you left the file room. As you headed for the door to head to the black SUVs, you could hear Derek behind you saying “My man” at the sight of Spencer’s disheveled, more than normal, hair. You gave Spencer’s hand a quick squeeze as you both laughed and shook your heads at Derek’s comment. Spencer held your hand for dear life and didn’t let go the entire ride there, and when he finally had to let go, he brought your hand up to his mouth and placed a kiss on your knuckles. He wished you luck as you walked into the brisk night air.

You saw the unsub’s car approach you, and your heart rate sped up, but you took a breath and calmed down. You turned your head and gave him a lustful smile and you leaned on the open passenger window.

“How much?” he asked, getting out of his car. Shit, you thought, the team never planned on him getting out and forcefully taking the girls, you always thought they got in willingly and then he took control over them. Your heart rate sped back up again. “I said, how much?”, he growled while grabbing your arm. You tried to pull away, but his grip was too strong. But, before you could even let out a scream, you heard the voice of the man you loved with all your heart.

“FBI! Let her go! You are under arrest for the murder of five women”, Spencer shouted at the unsub. The unsub tightened his grip on your arm, causing you to wince. He reached for his gun in his pocket, but before he could, Morgan shot him in the arm, causing him to drop the gun. As he stumbled backward, you freed your arm and ran to Spencer, who enveloped you in a hug. You closed your eyes and put your cheek to his neck as his arms warmed your cold, and still very exposed, body. Feeling you shaking under him, he handed you his FBI jacket, which you gladly took as he draped it over your shoulders before bringing you in for another hug. He put one hand in your hair and whispered in your ear, “I’m so sorry (y/n), I promised nothing would happen. I’m so sorry he hurt you”, he said, pulling away slightly to examine your bruising arm from where the unsub grabbed you.

“Hey… Spence…”, you said wiping a tear off his cheek, “none of this is your fault, we didn’t know he would get out of the car. I’m totally fine, and you saved me okay? I’m fine and I’m safe because you were there okay?”, he nodded as you wiped another one of tears away before he brought you to his chest again. “Come on, let’s go home,” you said as you brought him in for a quick kiss. However, much to your surprise, as you started to pull away, he cupped your cheeks and brought you into a deep kiss, you reciprocated, causing him to smile. “Hey um, maybe we can go back to the hotel so you can help me take my wire off”, you said in between kisses, pushing up against him even more. He smiled and let out a breathy laugh.

“Yeah, I’d like that”. You walked back to the black SUV, Spencer stopping you and putting his arm out protectively as Morgan took the bandaged and handcuffed unsub to the back of the police car. You looked up at Spencer with pure love because you trusted him and knew he would never hurt you.

When you made it back to the hotel room, you closed the door and took Spencer by the hand, setting him down at the edge of the bed. You stood in between his legs so that he was face to face with your chest. You brought his hands up to your chest and he took the wire out. You turned around but grabbed his hand before he fed it out of the back of your dress, causing Spencer to tense with fear that he did something wrong, a face you had seen far too many times.

“It might be easier if you unzip me and then take the wire out”, you suggested coyly.

“Oh um, are you sure?”, he asked, hesitant to touch you again. You looked down at him and could see the bulge that had formed in his pants.

“Yes, there is nothing I am more sure of”, you said while rubbing your thumb over his cheek. You turned back around and sat in his lap. His hands hovered over your zipper and then he began to slowly unzip it. You could feel the bulge growing in his pants with each inch of your back that became more exposed. As you felt his hands trace down your back, you became more and more turned on and you could feel your black panties getting wetter by the second. Desperate for some relief, you shifted your hips, causing Spencer to let out a quiet moan and his bulge to grow even bigger. When he finally got the wire out, you stood back up and turned around so he was once again staring at your breasts. Because your dress was unzipped, the shoulders of the dress began to fall, exposing even more of your chest. You smirked at seeing Spencer stare at your breasts, unable to peel his eyes away.

“You can touch me”, his eyes grew wide, realizing what he had been staring at and he looked up into your eyes, making sure not to break contact.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to stare”, he said sheepishly.

“Spencer”, you let out a soft chuckle, “You are my boyfriend, it’s okay, I want you to stare. I’d be a bit concerned if you didn’t like what you saw… You do right? You do like what you see?”, you said with a smaller waver to your voice.

“Of course I do! I-I, (y/n) I think you are the most beautiful person in the world. I would stare at you all day if I could, I mean, I kinda do.”

“Then touch me”, you almost whined, desperate for some friction to your crotch.

“I… I just don’t want to hurt you...” “You won’t.”

“But what if I do. I couldn’t live with myself if I knew I ever hurt you or made you uncomfortable”, he said staring at the floor. You brought his chin up to meet your gaze.

“Spencer, I want you to touch me, okay? I want this. And I trust you. I know that if for some reason I ask you to stop, you will. I don’t want to make you uncomfortable either, so if you don’t want this that is also totally okay, and we can just kiss and cuddle like normal okay? I love doing that too.” Spencer looked at you with such love your heart fluttered.

“I really want this, but only if you do too”, he said grabbing your hands and running his thumbs over your knuckles.

“I really do”, you said as you leaned in to kiss him. When your lips met he stood up and spun you so that the backs of your knees were against the bed. He ran his hands up and down your back, hinting at what he wanted to do.

“Is this okay?”, he asked. You nodded. He began to pull your dress down as he left sloppy kisses down your neck. Your exposed skin was on fire and everywhere he touched sent shocks of pleasure through your body. He pushed you onto the bed and got on top of you. His kisses got lower as he began to kiss the outline of your very much see-through lace bra. You were squirming beneath him as he sucked on the soft skin of your breasts, surely leaving marks to be admired for days to come. Your hands laced through his hair and your hips jolted up towards him in hopes of any form of release. He smiled into your skin and moved his hands down to the hem of your dress. He played with it before taking his mouth off of your breast and he looked you in the eyes.

“Is this okay?”, he asked.

“Yes, please Spencer, yes please.” With that he pulled your dress off your body, leaving you writhing beneath him in your soaked lace panties and bra. You lifted your arms up to start unbuttoning his shirt. You pushed it off his shoulders and ran your arms down in lean arms and then up to his subtly toned chest. “Please, Spence, I need you…” Hearing you beg for him made his heart do somersaults. He brushed his hands over your hips and slowly pulled down your panties, exposing you to him. He looked at you with desire.

“Is this okay?”, he asked, motioning towards your dripping entrance.

“Yes, please”, and that was all he needed before smiling up at you and connecting his mouth to your slit. He ran his tongue up and down you, eliciting loud moans from your mouth. He sucked on your clit and then ran his tongue in circles. You had been imagining this for months, and now that it was finally happening, it didn’t take long for you to come, your whole body shaking, your thighs tightening around his head, and his ears filling with you moaning his name. When you finally came down, you looked up at Spencer who stared back, matching your lustful gaze.

“You are so beautiful”, he said, running his fingers along every curve of your body. You looked down to see he was about to burst out of his pants. “Was that okay?”, he asked.

“That, Dr. Reid, was more than okay, that was perfect.” He chuckled at you calling him doctor and placed a kiss to your forehead. He didn’t know it was possible to love someone this much. He thought his heart might burst. “I want you”, you said longingly.

“You have me”, Spencer replied with a confused smile, not quite understanding what you were saying.

“No, I want you, in me, please. I need you so bad”, Spencer’s eyes shot wide open.

“Are you sure?”, he said, running his hand over your cheek.

“I have never been more sure.” His smile grew to match yours and his mouth was back on yours, kissing you like he had been lost in the desert and you were the oasis he finally found.

You reached down to his waist, “Is this okay?”, you asked. He nodded and hummed into your mouth. You unbuckled his belt and threw it to the side. You then undid his pants and ran your hands over his bare hips and up to his back, lightly scratching your nails into his skin, he moaned in response, jolting his hips towards you. He broke apart from the kiss to remove his pants and boxers to reveal his very hard length. You stared in amazement. Sure, you had felt your fair share of Spencer’s erections through his pants while kissing and cuddling, but this was even better than you imagined.

“Are you sure you want this?”, he asked as he positioned himself above you, his member ghosting over your entrance.

“Yes.” That was all it took and he slowly started to insert himself into you. You sucked in a sharp breath from feeling him inside you. The stretch hurt a bit, but it felt so good. Spencer noticed the discomfort you felt and immediately stopped. You looked up at him, wondering why he stopped when he felt so good.

“Are you okay? Did I hurt you?”, he asked, searching your face for an answer.

“No, I’m great. Please don’t stop. You feel so good”, you whimpered, caressing his cheek. He nodded sheepishly, trying to hold back a smirk, and continued. When he bottom out you both let out a moan, and he stayed there for a moment to let you adjust.

“Okay, I’m good”, you smiled at him, “please move”, you begged as your hips thrust upward. He started kissing you again as he began to move at a slow pace, as not to hurt you. You moaned into his kiss and whispered into his mouth, “Faster, please. Ruin me.” Spencer, completely enchanted by you, hanging onto every sound that came out of your mouth, happily obliged and began to thrust harder and faster. “Mmmuhhh Spence… Fuck… MMM Spence!”, you moaned. He was so high off of you he began to zone out in how good you felt.

“You feel so good (y/n), you feel so good around me”, he panted between kisses. You could tell that you were so close, but there was something you wanted to do first.

“Spence, wait…”, you said, putting your hand on his chest. He froze. Horrified he hurt you. You took his chin in your hand and met his gaze, “Can I ride you?”, you asked softly.

“Yea-Yeah, yes, yes please”, he said relieved. He turned both of you so that you were on top. You hovered on his tip, tracing circles at your entrance. You slowly lowered yourself as he moaned your name until he was fully inside you. He stared at you and reached for the clasps of the bra you still had on. “Is this okay?” You smiled and nodded as he unhooked your bra, releasing your breasts. He ran his hands over them, causing you to tip your head back in pleasure. You tightened around him, causing him to thrust into you at the sensation. You took that as your cue to start. You began rocking your hips, grinding on him as he grabbed your hips and dug his fingers into your sides. You began to bounce up and down on him, picking up your pace as you moaned even louder. Spencer was in pure bliss, looking at you ride him, moaning his name, as your breasts bounced in sync with your hips. He ran his hands over your ass and gave a tight squeeze, causing you to squeal.

“Spence”, you warned, “I’m close.”

“Me too”, he moaned. As you came down, he thrust up into you hard, causing both of you to reach your climax together. You both sat there for a moment, just enjoying the feeling of one another. Spencer sat up, still inside of you, and you leaned into his chest as he wrapped his arms around you. “I need to clean you up”, he whispered as he pressed a kiss to your forehead.

“In a minute…”, you said, “You feel so good”, not wanted to lose the full feeling you had with him inside you. So that’s exactly what you did. You stayed, sat on Spencer’s lap, him still inside you, holding each other in your arms as you laid your head on his shoulder. He was so warm, and you loved the feeling of your bare chests together. After a few minutes of holding each other, he finally got you to get up so he could take care of you. He got a wet wash towel with warm water and came back to clean you off before doing the same to himself. He crawled under the covers with you and pulled you into his chest, his arms enveloping you in his warmth. He placed a kiss to the top of your head as you put your head in the crook of his neck.

“(Y/n)?”, you hummed in response, your eyes still closed, “I love you so much. Thank you for trusting me and letting me be with you”. You opened your eyes and looked up at him.

“Thank you for loving me and for always respecting me. I love you, more than you will ever know”, you said before placing a kiss to his cheek. He smiled in response and pulled you closer, never wanting to let go.

#spencer reid x reader #spencer reid x y/n #spencer x reader #reid x reader #spencer reid fanfiction #spencer reid #dr spencer reid #dr reid #criminal minds #aaron hotchner #agent hotchner #hotch #jj #emily prentiss #derek morgan

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Find a Way (15)

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Type: angst-fluff-supernatural-series

Warning(s): deals with suicide and death. If you’re not comfortable with that subject, I suggest you don’t read it. Supernatural au.

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Summary: “If you accept, you’ll go back in time each time you’ll fail.” “I don’t care, I’ll save her no matter what.”

In 2011, he left everything behind so that he could follow his dreams. Yet, he also left his bestfriend, the one who supported him to go to the auditions, the one who cheered on him, the one who brought him banana milk when he felt down, but also the one who killed herself a day before he finally came back home.

Notes: Hello everyone! It’s been a while since I updated this series, I’m so sorry!! I keep on trying to finalize proofreading and then I get stuck and forget for a while, but I hope you’ll like this new chapter! I plan on trying to make more consistent update as we’re nearing the end of the story! I hope you’ll enjoy it!! Take well care everyone, love you lots!

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Chapter 14 - here - Chapter 16

Fourth Timeline

"She what?" Jungkook froze, unable to comprehend her words.

"My sister. She died in an airplane crash. She was supposed to come back today from her school trip. I... I was supposed to t-take her home tonight," Jungkook's eyes widened as it finally made sense; it suddenly clicked. The postcard from France, (Y/N)'s sudden departure from work, the fact that no one knew where she had gone... It was all because her sudden departure for Seoul had never been planed this early. She was supposed to leave after work, only during the afternoon to fetch her sister.

Jungkook put his confusion aside even if it finally started making sense; he had to support her, it was more important than him trying to put the puzzle's piece together.

"A-are you alright?" He tentatively asked even if he already knew the answer to the question.

"How am I supposed to be? The only person that stuck to me my whole life just left. How am I supposed to be alright? I swore to protect her with everything that I had-"

"Hey, hey, hey (Y/N) it's not your faul-" she cut him abruptly.

"I could have prevented it from happening!! I should have told her no from the very beginning when she asked me if she could go on that trip, I should have said no! I could have done somet-"

"(Y/N), it's not your fault, listen to me," she went quiet after his sudden yell, startled. His own eyes had also widened, bewildered by the volume of his own voice, yet he knew that he had to cut her rambling. Self-blaming would not help anyone, her sister would sadly remain deceased. How could she blame herself for agreeing to a trip? Of course, she would agree. Jungkook knew better than anyone else that (Y/N) always had to skip school trips because she never got the means for it. It was a given that she would say yes to her sister. "It's not your fault, you wanted her to be happy and not to miss trips like you did when we were younger right?" She looked away briefly and Jungkook got the confirmation he needed. Even if they didn't speak for years, he just knew her and he could tell that she probably used all her savings for her sister to go. (Y/N) had never had the possibility to go on school trips when both of them were younger. When her parents had died, she received monetary help but never got enough to go on trips with the whole class. The provided financial help was supposed to support her in her studies and for her future. School trips were usually deemed as comfort and not as a need. Hence, she had always been left behind while Jungkook had made it his mission to take a lot of pictures for her and to bring her back a present from each trip they made. It always made her smile and Jungkook could still remember the way she cried the first time he brought her back a little present. So it only made sense for her to do everything for her sister to enjoy school trips the way she had dreamed to. "You didn't want her to miss on anything like you had to, right? You only wanted her happiness, how could it be your fault when you only wanted to make her happy?" Jungkook took a step in her direction and for once, she didn't move away. However, her teary eyes refused to meet his and she snorted quietly at his words.

"And yet, it only brought misfortune. Her last moments were in a hospital when she should have had a much longer life. Yet, her lifeless body was lying there, leaving me all alone." She smiled bitterly, tears rolling on her cheeks as she finally let her despair overwhelm her. Wincing at the sight of her tears, Jungkook tried to push his own heartbreak aside to comfort her as he closed the distance between them and draped his arms over her small frame, engulfing her in his warm embrace, trying to console her as much as he could. He didn't know if he could help considering their broken relationship, but if he could, at least this one time, be a shoulder for her to cry, then so be it.

"I'm sorry it happened to the both of you, I'm sorry for your loss (Y/N)." He let his hand wander through her hair, bringing her head closer to him as he tried to hide his own tears. "I'm so, so, sorry."

"I was so happy that t-today would be the l-last day without h-her," she nuzzled her nose against the crook of his neck, seeking warmth and comfort even if nothing but the cold wind was surrounding them. Jungkook felt like her warmth was so far away, her own presence seemed to hold no warmth. Nothing was right, nothing between them was alright, she wanted to hate him for leaving, to hit him for destroying what they had, but if for five minutes she could finally have someone, stay close to him, she would pretend. Pretend that they were fine, that he still was her home.

"W-why did you have to leave?" She whispered as reality crashed down on her. Now she was alone and maybe they would never be fine again. Maybe she would never be alright again.

"I'm sorry (Y/N) if I could take it all back, I would." He mumbled, fully knowing that he couldn't, but he still hoped that he could make it right this time.

"She had promised me that s-she'd never leave me alone as you did." She hiccuped and Jungkook's heart broke at her quiet confession. Her voice was so quiet that he had to focus to properly hear her words as if worried that he would disappear if someone were to hear her.

"And she would have never left if she could have helped it. (Y/N), you were her dearest person. When we were younger, she threatened to kick me out of the house if I ever made you cry (Y/N)," it hurt, and her heart truly had other things to think about but she still smiled a bit hearing his words.

"She told me yeah," Jungkook whipped his own tears quietly before (Y/N) could notice them, "once you left, she didn't even try to keep her hatred for you silent." He sighed with a small smile, imagining well that her younger sister probably didn't try to keep her words sweet, he wondered what she told (Y/N) but he shook his curiosity away.

"Let's leave that bridge, yeah? We should get you somewhere warm, you're frozen." He was rubbing his arms against hers, noting again how cold she was. Hoping that it was only because of the cold, Jungkook let his eyes meet hers and he could see the distance she tried to keep between them.

"I-I don't really want to stay with you, to be honest." She pushed him gently, avoiding eye contact again. She didn't want to sound miserable and neither did she want to sound mean, but the only thought of staying near him suddenly made her shiver. It was hard to suddenly have someone back in her life when she didn't have him for years. She had believed that she would never have him back, and now that she lost half of her soul, she didn't know how to welcome him again. Did she even want to? She wasn't sure, all she knew was that she didn't want for him to be around today. Her head was hurting; she wanted to go to sleep.

"I can understand that," Jungkook's smile slowly vanished as his concern grew. He could understand that she didn't want to spend time with him, yet he still hoped that he would be able to look after her a little longer. However, it didn't seem to be in her plans for now. Again, he totally could understand that as much as it stung, but he still wished that he had more time to watch over her.

"Would you like me to find you a hotel room for tonight? I don't think that it would be wise for you to drive in your emotional state." He asked, already bothered by the idea of her driving. It couldn't be safe for her to drive now. He wouldn't force her to stay with him, but he could always pay for a hotel room for her. He would never mind for her.

"I'm okay... I'll be okay. I... I'll have to. Thank you for... I don't really know, thank you though." She returned her glance as he took her hand into his, rubbing his thumb against her palm, soothingly trying to comfort her. He didn't know how to provide support. She had changed so much and so did their relationship. He didn't know what was okay and what wasn't anymore. Jungkook guessed that he only had himself to blame for that, yet he wished he knew her more so that he could encourage her better. Everything was different from the time she lost her parents and Jungkook felt incompetent to actually help her properly. But he would try his best. He didn't come so far only to give up now.

"I know I haven't been here for the last year's, I've been the shittiest friend that you probably ever had if we don't count Ana-"

"Of course you weren't worse than her, find someone from your size-" she almost laughed a bit as he said the name of 'Ana'. She had been a friend of (Y/N) for some months before she realized that she was trying to basically initiate her to drugs. She had overlooked a lot of red flags for that girl even if she realized rather quickly that a lot was wrong between them. Her sister and Jungkook had greatly encouraged her to cut ties quickly; (Y/N) smiled at the thought. Maybe Jungkook would help remind her of all the happy times she got with her sister before she lost her. She wouldn't let herself depend on him again, but if he could alleviate her pain, even just a little, who was she to take it away from herself?

"Of course I wasn't, thank you for acknowledging that; if you ever tell me that I was worse than her, I would start questioning my whole existence." He smiled back at her, keeping her hands warm as he rubbed them in his.

"You're not that far from her you know?" He almost laughed at her attempt of teasing. Nothing was alright, but maybe if life started being kinder with her, she could start healing. Jungkook would never have the pretentiousness of thinking that he would be her remedy; he had done too much damage already. However, maybe he could be a painkiller. And if he had the opportunity to help and ease her pain, he would do anything for her.

"I'm offended, but I'll act as if I didn't hear that," he smiled warmly at her, "as I was saying, I'm probably the last person that you'd like to contact, but please, come to me if you ever need to. I know I've been shitty. I have gone against everything I always said I'd never become, but I'll try to make up for everything, I maybe won't ever be able to fill up the gap I created between us, but I'll try to be the friend that I've never been, and even if you don't want me to, it's okay, I can bear with us being only acquaintance, I just want you to be happy. I know it's going to be hard, you're probably living your worst nightmare, but please. You're not alone. I can be here if you want me to... If you allow me to. I'm a phone call away, I swear. No more empty promise, I'll make them all worth it. If you don't trust me, I can understand but p-please, just.." he was at a loss of words. He had so much to say and he felt like he wasn't conveying any of it. Jungkook felt like he would never find the good words and he hated it. His promises felt empty even to him, but he meant all of them! He had to get it right, he had to find the words. If he didn't, when would he ever make it right again? However, before he could continue, (Y/N) interrupted him, much to Jungkook's surprise.

"I hope you know that your words will have weight, right?" She asked, unsure of what to say after his speech.

"I know. And I'll bear it this time. Here take this, it's my number, feel free to take it or throw it. Just... Yeah, do whatever you want, the choice is yours, but my words are not empty this time. I mean them. I'm here for you whatever happens." She weirdly still had her hand in his as he gave her the piece of paper he had so carefully prepared earlier this day.

"Did you prepare this in advance?" Her question panicked him a bit, yet she didn't leave room for his answer, "thank you for saying this." She was obviously shaken and he hated himself for not being able to help more. "I should get my car." She finally broke the contact, leaving his arms with a sad smile, and he hoped that it didn't mean that it would be the end. It couldn't, he needed for her to be strong and to go on even if it would be hard.

"Let's meet someday, yeah?" Jungkook hesitated but he asked anyway, hopeful.

"Maybe, yeah." She nodded one last time before leaving, walking away under his warm eyes while he truly hoped that she would be alright. He watched her until she disappeared at the next corner and he finally let out a breath that he had not realized he was holding.

He had broken the loop. (Y/N) was alive, she made it.

Even though her healing process would probably be long and painful, she would at least live, and it was all that mattered. She had his number, the choice would be hers to text him or not. Jungkook prayed for her to take it, he hoped that she wouldn't throw it but he couldn't force her to call him either. He glanced at his phone as he felt it vibrating inside his pocket and he wondered which one of his brothers tried to contact him. However, as he checked his notifications, he already had a notification from (Y/N). Jungkook had already saved her number as he remembered it from the previous timeline, so as he saw her name on his tiny screen, he almost giggled aloud in the middle of the street.

The message wasn't long, nor was it saying that she wanted to see him again. No, instead, she had sent a brief "Hi, it's (Y/N)" but it was enough for him to feel his heartbeat accelerate like crazy, pounding against his chest as he rubbed one hand over his heart in a poor attempt to soothe it down. She had taken on his offer. (Y/N) had contacted him, and even though it didn't mean that they would meet soon or that it was going to be easy to be forgiven or for her to ever trust him again, he would perhaps have a chance and it made him giddy. He couldn't help the smile that grew on his lips. Relief flowed within himself.

She would make it, he would make sure of it. He had to be there for her from now on. He smiled at the possibilities that he could finally think of without feeling his stomach twist uneasily; he could maybe introduce her to his members, maybe take her somewhere nice for a simple walk at night and other things that he dearly missed doing with her. They could go to restaurants, go shopping, even making tourists things. Jungkook didn't care, he'd break every single rule made by bighit if it included her happiness at the end.

So much was now possible and he couldn't keep at bay the excitement that overtook him. He would treasure her the way she deserved. He would man up and not ruin his promises again.

He had to protect her the best way he could. His eyes shut tightly as he remembered what she told him, the final missing piece of the puzzle. Her sister died, it was so strange to imagine it. She died so young, it was unfair. How could sure a pure soul be taken away so easily? Jungkook had tried to push his own shock away the fastest he could because he had known that she would need someone to lean on, not someone who would break after the news, so he had tried to shake it off as long as he was in front of her, yet the reality was now taking a toll on him. (S/N) died, leaving a broken older sister behind; a sister that would have given her life to trade with her if she had been able to.

Jungkook sighed. The news shocked him too, maybe he had never been close to her, but he saw that girl grow up too. He knew her even though she wasn't keen on him, he still knew her pretty well, and it hurt to know that he would never see or speak with her ever again. He had expected to meet her, to have to explain, to face an insurmountable wall that would be the biggest hardship between him and (Y/N), however, she would actually never be there anymore and the realization almost brought him to tears. He wasn't close to her, but she had still been a constant of his childhood. Jungkook felt like something had been stripped away from him despite him expecting to be less affected. Sometimes, death left an unspeakable void, even when one didn't expect it.

Jungkook could only imagine how (Y/N) felt. She had been her entire world, they used to be a duo, an unbreakable one. Yet, fate visibly had other plans and Jungkook wondered why was life so terrible with (Y/N). He sighed again, rubbing his temples a bit, everything was slightly too overwhelming for him. He tried to relax his mind thinking of (Y/N), trying to remember her small smile. She would be okay and it wasn't a mere detail. He finally broke the loop. He did the first step.

Or so he thought as he suddenly and roughly woke up, sweating and panting.

Why the hell did he get back to his starting point?

Frozen into place, Jungkook looked around and immediately recognized his room. He suddenly jolted awake, mindlessly looking for his phone to check the date. As he found it, Jungkook got blinded by the screen but his eyes widened as he read the date on his screen. He was back to square one.

29th April.

The day of (Y/N)'s death.

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In the eyes

Fandom: Naruto Pairing: Uchiha Itachi x fem!reader Content: Feels. Angst. Loss. Love. Reference to killing (war and murder). Captivity. Sorrow. Hope. Anger. You name it, it’s there. A/N: I just want to say in my defence that this story isn’t my fault. Blame @maladaptive-ninja-returns...it’s her birthday present (yes, I’m late)!

In the eyes

The steam is long gone together with your interest in the drink when you drain the cup of tea as the black-haired man gets up to leave. The cape hides what he’s missing – if only it was his leg instead – that way you wouldn’t have to keep the distance to the bare minimum, constantly risking him discovering that you’re following him. It doesn’t help to complain, though: he’s alive and mobile...and you have to watch your every move.

Volunteering for the assignment has probably been one of the more masochistic choices you’ve made, but you just couldn’t let the last Uchiha go yet.

For years, watching the kid grow older had kept a wound alive that no one knew about. It festered, saturating you with a sickening, rotten, sadness that never washed off but wasn’t detected by your peers. You should have let it heal. Should have moved on. But there had always been something keeping you from accepting what everyone else had decided must be true.

You weren’t the only one dealing with grief, of course. The life of a Leaf ninja was to say goodbye too soon and then to live with the numbing ache, renewed each time memories stirred.

Before the fourth war, the newfangled gossip of the dead returning was treated as ghost stories by most people until the climax of it all, when too many stood face to face with loved ones. Lost ones. And you were too weak to prevent the hope from being rekindled, so once peace was a reality and all the shinobis prepared to celebrate in the chaotic haze of the aftermath, you made a decision.

That is why, three seconds after the door closes behind Uchiha Sasuke, you get up...

...and sit right down again to avoid pressing against the sharp blade of the person suddenly appearing beside you.

The newcomer’s face is hidden partially under the wide-rimmed hat and the rest behind a dark and tattered cloak. Glancing down, a hand with purple-painted nails slips the kunai into the darkness of the cloak, leaving you with the knowledge that it’s there.

There’s no doubt in your mind that this is a shinobi. Where did you come from? Admittedly, there are others frequenting the little tea house because it’s a popular stop at a major crossroads...even if it mainly services those without national affiliations. None of the rest of the clientele reacts to the scene unfolding discreetly and you have no wish to catch their attention before you know what and who you’re dealing with.

“What do you want?”

It takes a second before you realize the question isn’t asked by you. Another one to recover from the smooth dusk that is the stranger’s voice. A voice with a hint of familiarity in the timbre which you decide must be your mind playing games.

“Nothing. I’m no enemy of yours,” you try to placate them, silently counting the seconds worth of head start separating you from Sasuke, “and I hold nothing of value...you should let me go.”

The tickle of a laugh surprises you. “If I’d wanted your possessions, they’d already be mine. I want answers, Konoha-girl.”

The headband you carry is hidden under your clothes, well out of sight from any prying eyes. Finally giving up on stalking your initial target, you turn your undivided attention to the person who has seated them-self before you.

The little skin you can see is pale, and a few black strands have escaped the slack ponytail and fallen in front of the face where only chin and jawline is visible. As if knowing your annoyance, the head is tipped slightly, allowing you to glimpse soft, gently smiling lips. Kissable. The thought jars you.

“I recommend you give up that wish.” No one should be able to hear the nervousness in your voice...but the stranger smirks. “My business is my own.”

“Not when it involves him,” they says, inclining the hat towards the door where Uchiha left.

You’re out to get him? You almost feel sorry for this fool who clearly doesn’t have a clue about the one-armed ninja’s identity.

“Don’t be mistaken,” the person smiles as if reading your thoughts, “I know who he is and what he’s capable of, after all...he’s my brother.”

Calmly meeting your gaze, the eyes meeting you flash red.

...

“Don’t look an Uchiha in the eyes”. It was the warning that was whispered into your ears as soon as you were big enough to run errands on your own. Naturally, you had to do it, and what met you was not as demonic as the warning stories had made you think – rather, they were kind, and wiser than the smooth face hinted at – although you never looked another Uchiha in the eyes just to be on the safe side.

It was impossible to discern the colour. Some days, they seemed leaden as if the rain clouds were gathered inside the boy too. A few times, in the morning when he watched where his fists struck the wood, the sparks from the cozy fire of the evening before still lingered in the warmest of black. What you loved the most, though, was when the gaze was locked onto infinity and they were soft like liquid.

...

Everything is different: the stuffy tea room with its noisy patrons has been replaced by somewhere deserted that seems to be carved out of grey stone.

How did I get here? Careful to move as little as possible, you take in the new surroundings only to find the place empty and with only one way in and out. A dull cold has already seeped into your feet as you stand there, lost as your bearings have nothing to latch on to – the only light is a torch in a wall sconce to your left.

Feet. They are bare, and a quick pat-down reveals that all of your weapons, your belt, and your headband have been stripped from you too. The sensation is uncanny, akin to nakedness. The logic behind it is obvious as it reduces the chances of a successful escape even if you were to make it out and establish a route.

On the other hand: you’re unharmed and unbound.

Turning, you have no doubt that the wooden door is locked but of course you go over to try, heart frozen near your throat when you push against it with your shoulder. Surprisingly, it does open and the screaming hinges sets the tiniest hairs on your body on end.

“Not wasting any time, Konoha-girl.”

You recognize the voice and the decorated nails on the hand that appears to pull open the door completely, and not just from the rest stop but from years of aching recollections that have been warped by watching Sasuke grow up with this man’s shadow lingering over his life. Over your life.

No. There’s no way. He died. Now your heart jackhammers a frenzied rhythm.

It’s a fool’s hope that powers the jab towards his neck. An idiot’s dream urging you to sprint past him. At least I tried, a bitter thought comments the moment both attempts are thwarted as a rib-crushing kick sends your tumbling backwards and you land sprawled in the middle of the room.

The ceiling is still spinning, it seems, when you sense the man’s presence loom over you. The fingers are cool (and surprisingly gentle) as the curl around the back of your skull, fingers digging into your hair to grant a tight grip to pull you closer by. Very close. A hand’s length separates the tips of your noses and you want to be oblivious to the way his mouth curves softly.

“You’re not leaving,” he whispers, “until I say so.”

Feeling and strength are beginning to return to your arms, including a sharp ache in your chest that grows with every shallow breath which you try to ignore. Should have restrained me, fool...and the thought dies there as everything shifts and the ground swallows your limbs.

“N-no...how...? No!”

He watches your struggles lazily before releasing his grip and sitting down next to you on the hard floor. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

But you did. Wait...no! You haven’t...it wasn’t you...it can’t have been...

“You lie about your identity,” you scoff, regretting the outburst immediately as pain stabs coldly into your side, “so excuse me for not trusting you on this either.” There is a little smile there on his lips, full of sadness and regret that makes your insides cringe momentarily until you have the breath to explain to him (or yourself) why it can’t be true: “Uchiha Itachi has been killed!”

“Yes...and then I was brought back.” He’s impossibly calm as though he’s simply discussing the weather. “Twice.”

Double reanimated? As if! The war had been a horror to live through and would have been without people facing their deceased comrades and family members on the battlefield. However, once destroyed or sealed, none of the animated dead had walked again and all of them had been dealt with properly in the end.

Looking at the ninja, none of the signs of reanimation are prominent. On the other hand...even if they had been, you might not even notice it now that you meet the man’s gaze and the liquid infinity there.

“I could show you...but I’m afraid your mind can’t take the strain in your current state,” the so-called Itachi explains.

Mind, your aching heart still reels from fear of being broken once more, this is all in my mind.

Zoning out everything else, you focus on the flow of chakra within. Calming it, soothing it, until abruptly forcing the flow to revert. It feels as if your very soul drops for a second but the moment it returns to its place, the world is no longer made up of lies and imaginary sensations...and you’re still lying on the ground in a room made of stone, your ribs feeling as if they’re speared by frost. The only improvement is that at least your limbs are free.

And Itachi? Yes, you have to call him that because deep within you can’t deny it any longer.

The official reports hadn’t been released by the time you left Konoha and you’re not high enough up in the ranks as a shinobi to get the juicy information unless it’s necessary for a mission – and since your missions tend to be B or simpler A rank...well, I guess my current mission’s a bust but this is an important discovery!

A silky chuckle refocuses your attention. “Very good...I suppose I must strengthen my genjutsu against you.”

He’s so close, you could touch him. Shifting to lean against the wall, he rests his arms casually on the knees and begins to pick at the chapping nail polish.

“No need to,” you bite back a groan as you roll over to sit up, “I take it that’s how you got me here?” Pretty eyes are watching your every move as he nods in agreement. “Hm. It’ll probably be useless to ask where we are, so...why? Why show yourself now?”

Sitting cross legged, you find the pain lessens if you pull your clothes and arms tightly around your torso, restricting the depth of your breathing. Broken or bent ribs? Not that it really matters. First of all, he would be able to beat you in a fight anyways; secondly, even if you got out of here you wouldn’t know where “here” is; and third (but not least), you don’t really want to run from him.

Rather than answer, Itachi stands up and holds out his left hand for you. Puzzled, you take it. Soft fingers curl around yours and he pulls you to your feet, studying your movements and the twisting facial expressions.

He doesn’t let go.

Not when he guides you out the door and into a hallway shaped of the same kind of stone as the room was made of. Carved from.

Not when he slows down at the sound of the squeaky breathing the pace forces from you.

There doesn’t seem to be many rooms along the winding path. Here and there a door bars the way or you catch a glimpse of a dead-end that looks as though the excavation was abandoned or even disrupted by cave-ins.

You do your best to memorize the path, but frankly, your mind is getting fuzzy from pain and exhaustion. You have no sense of time, just hunger and tiredness weighing you down to indicate the loss of many hours.

“Just a bit longer, [Y/N],” Itachi soothes.

When did I tell him my name? You want to ask or at least protest, but it would be a choice between talking or getting to wherever he’s leading you...and you doubt he’ll let you pause.

A few dozen steps later and a short flight of stairs up, he ushers you through a door into a room that looks like a mix between a kitchen and work station. A fire is the only light and heat source (the smoke venting up through a chimney too narrow to be an escape route), casting a warm glow over the solid wooden table and chairs. Everything else is hewn from whatever mountain you’re inside.

“Sit,” your captor finally releases the grip and points at a chair near the fire and you obediently do as you’re told.

There are shelves and niches almost hidden in the dancing shadows at first holding with boxes, bundles, and various utensils. He knows where everything is, grabbing a few items before returning and laying it out in the light. Bandages. His movements are fluid and elegant, just like you remembered.

He motions towards your upper body, then turns to tend to the fire. “Strip.”

“That’s really not -”

“Some of your ribs are broken. Restraining them will minimize the pain.”

He’s right. Of course he is.

With clipped movements, you pull off the layers until you hesitate at the poor excuse of a bra. Despite the now roaring fire, the cold from the stone still seeps into your body and raises waves of goosebumps and tightens your nipples. It would be easier to apply the bandages correctly without the last bit of clothing in the way, but right now it feels like the only shield left at your disposal as Itachi turns back to you.

“We’ll work around that,” the man offers softly.

He works quietly at first. Hands winding the linen bandages around you adeptly, pausing each time the ministration intensifies the pain and causes the discomfort to escape as stubborn hisses. The purple nail polish is mesmerizing – simultaneously a contrast to the horrific stories of a killer and perfectly fitting the pretty, nearly feminine, traits you see. Especially the eyes. Sure, they’re filled with a bottomless sadness that you don’t feel comfortable acknowledging, but they’re beautiful. Haunting.

“You’re staring,” he hums without looking up.

Shit. “No. I just -...let’s say you’re who you claim to be,” you try to recover, “why’re you back?”

“To be his watcher.”

“Says who?”

This time, he stops and looks you dead in the eyes. “Otsutsuki Hagoromo, the Sage of Six Paths.” There are very few proper comebacks to that, so your captor continues without giving you a chance to think of something, “Otsutsuki told me about the bonds of families and that it can transcend blood. He knows hatred can cause – and has caused – too much harm...but something rekindled his hope that it can be overcome.“

I don’t have an eye on Uchiha constantly, but... “Does Sasuke know?” Returning to his work, Itachi avoids your gaze. “He doesn’t...”

“He’s finally found peace and is on the right path...I can’t risk undoing it.”

Bullshit! “Or you’re a coward who doesn’t have the guts to fa-” the rest is cut off as soft fingers tighten around your throat.

Blood-red eyes pierce your mind, numbing you for an eternity or a millisecond.

...

They were a means to reach the goal but their words still hurt as you followed meekly in their footsteps. Snobbery. Disdain. Considering how proud your two team members clearly felt, they had very little to show for their reputation as Uchihas and frankly, it was your skills rather than theirs that ensured successful missions and still, you never once looked them in their face. Instead, you kept an eye out for two other of the clan.

Where one was, so would the other be. Thick as thieves, the boys had found a companionship that complemented their differences in the same manner as the sun and the moon. But as opposed to your teammates who swooned at the brightness of the sun, you were drawn to the night and the calmness it brought whenever that boy was near – each time he met your eyes, time became meaningless.

...

The two of you sit in silence as the steam from the soup caresses your face. Your mind is blank, slowly starting to pick up on the absence of stone walls – wood has replaced the cold surfaces, making it almost unbearably warm with the bandages underneath your layers of clothes – and a plethora of questions begin to press against your conscious only to be held back as most of your thoughts get derailed whenever you look at the man before you.

Without the hat and cloak to conceal him, it’s impossible to ignore all the details you’ve nurtured in your memory for ages, such as the slight pull of his lips as he thinks or the elegance of his movements now that he gets up and refills his bowl from the pot hanging over the fire.

“Why are you following Sasuke?”

You should be diplomatic. “I could ask you the same.” You’re not.

“I already told you,” Itachi shrugs.

“Well I...I don’t believe you.”

But you do. There’s no denying anymore that this man is who he claims to be and so, why would he lie about his purpose? The sad smile. The quiet mannerisms. The idea that Itachi would somehow transcend death to watch over his little brother? That’s a mysterious intricacy that fits with your memories of him from before that night.

“You do...but something else is bothering you.” It’s a statement, not a question. “Am I not what you expected?”

No, you’re not. However, he’s what you remember with a layer of sorrow added on top. He doesn’t get to be sad. The little spark of anger is what you need. You nurse it, feed it until it flares up hot and bright and consumes your regrets and self-pity.

“Expected? I don’t know what I expected from someone like you!” Your voice is rising, shaking with years of frustration. “Clan killer. Murderer. I never told anyone but I was in love with an Uchiha! That night, I’d gone to bed, finally sure that I was gonna tell him but when I woke up...” Something inside you had broken that day and it still hurts now. “They told me how you’d left Sasuke alive...but the boy I loved was gone and no one knew I was mourning. Each time I saw him -” you can’t hold back a strangled sound and you realize, you’re crying -”I saw the ghost of...” The bowl of floating vegetables looks blurry until you blink angrily. “Ugh! But what does a teenager know of love, right? They’ll grow up. Get over it. Except I knew you were out there still and that you had all the answers. Why? The Itachi I remember wasn’t a mindless monster! I was told a story, but it doesn’t make any sense. If all the monster wanted was power then why spare Sasuke? Why did everyone else have to die?”

The inhalations are shallow and rapid, making you dizzy as you cling to the table and the spoon. It burns in your lungs and cheeks.

“I am sorry for the pain, I’ve caused you.”

Your gaze snaps to his face and you know he’s speaking the truth but it doesn’t matter right now.

“Sorry? Sorry?! You don’t get to be sorry! I missed y-...the boy, I loved was gone and it took ages before I could let go and stop mourning, finally accepting the truth had died with you and now...now you’re here? And it’s all back and I don’t understand! How could you?” Itachi doesn’t flinch as you launch the bowl towards him – he doesn’t have to because your aim is off and it clatters to the floor in a shower of shards and wasted food after hitting the wall behind him. “How? The boy I loved was not a monster! He wouldn’t do what they s-”

The echoes of your wheezing shouts ring through the room after the abrupt stop. Holding your breath, you wait for the ground to swallow you whole or for the man at the other end of the table to react and the fear is colder than the burning in your chest.

“Things aren’t always what they seem,” Itachi eventually whispers, “they were just people who had been wronged and misguided until their arrogance made them blind.”

What? That’s not exactly what you had expected. Without explaining further, your captor gets up, handing you his bowl of food before beginning to clean the mess you’ve made.

“Don’t...I’ll get tha-” you begin.

He only has to look at you.

...

The dew had soaked your toes, cooling and soothing them after each kick that you landed on the wood stump. Pine. The new splinters refreshed the scent as they fell to the ground and you knew that birds would rummage through them in the hope of finding a morning snack once the training grounds were free of people again – they were already gathering at the edge of the clearing except for where Itachi stood.

The realization made you stop mid-kick, gaze locked with his and heart fluttering in your chest. How long had he stood there?

“They’re wrong.” You could barely believe he was talking to you. “Your teammates...don’t listen to what they say.”

Before you could ask what he meant, Itachi was gone and maybe it had all been your imagination running free.

...

Sitting up abruptly, it takes a few seconds for your eyes to get used to the low light of the dying embers. Where am I?

Salt and drying seaweed is heavy in the air, somehow worming its way into what appears to be yet another room of stone. No...it’s a cave. You’re sitting on a bedroll splayed out onto the sand filling the place and you have no memory of arriving.

The dark form on the other side of the fire pit makes no move as you slip a hand underneath your shirt to confirm what you already know: the bandages are gone and there’s only a muted tenderness as you prod at the ribs. How long has it been?

“You’re safe,” Itachi’s gentle voice assures, and you feel your pulse slow despite the ominous situation, “go back to sleep.”

Yes. Sleep...hang on! Shaking your head, you fight the urge to succumb to the fuzziness that weighs your thoughts. “Why’re you doing this?” you mumble.

It doesn’t make sense why the man wouldn’t simply get the answers he want and then dispose of you or at the very least leave you locked up somewhere while he keeps following Sasuke from the shadows. Instead, your captor has put an effort into keeping you comfortable. Feeding you.

“I remember you.” His eyes reflect the red coals as they burn into your soul all over again. “Memories don’t do your justice, though.”

...

There is no world beyond the walls of the garden but a red sheet of sky dotted with storm clouds. The sliding doors have been pushed aside, opening the hallway to the view, and you know the wood beneath your bare feet should be silky from decades of use. You can’t feel it. There are no scents either, no breeze to toy with the soft fabric of your yukata, nor insects clicking from the rhododendron.

“This isn’t real.”

“No,” Itachi confirms from behind you, “but here I can create what you need. Who you need.”

Turning at last, there’s no reason to shy away from meeting his gaze even if it matches the fake sky. He looks real – as opposed to the familiarity of the home of your childhood that surrounds the two of you – and the ghost of a smile kindly tries to hide the sadness.

“...need. For what?”

The black strands falling into his face are strangely dull in the nightmarish light. “Closure.”

“That’s not possible.”

Wanting to leave, to run away and avoid what Itachi intends, you find yourself rooted in place by an invisible force. Even turning your face away is impossible and you pray that he doesn’t understand the well of emotions he must be able to see in your eyes.

“This is a chance for you to say goodbye to the one I killed. The one you...love,” he pauses to scrutinize your expression and you try to remain neutral, “because you do. You still love him.”

“You have no right...” swallowing hard, you fight to keep the words back, “no right t-to claim to know what I need!” Finally, you manage to close your eyes but they snap open again at the touch of his fingertips on your forehead. “This isn’t something you get to fix like -”

...

The world has shifted again and you’re back in the ocean side cave. You can feel how uneven the sand is under your knees and shins even with the bedroll to soften the press and some some the grains have found their way in between your toes...but none of that matters because Itachi is still right before you, his fingers gently resting on your brow.

A pop-and-crackle from the fire pit is the only sound other than your shallow breathing. You know, he knows. Eyes widened in nigh-comedic understanding, it’s as if he sees you for the first time.

“I’m sorry, [Y/N].”

You barely manage to whisper, “for what?”

His fingertips send shivers along your spine as they trace a path, allowing him to cradle the back of your neck in his palm.

“Everything” Itachi’s lips brush your cheek, “for breaking your heart in so many ways and for making you think your love was unrequited.”

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❝𝕔𝕒𝕥𝕔𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕦𝕡❞

𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚎𝚜:

⇢ hannah meets up with one of her close friends to catch up; alternatively: the fox and the quokka meet again

⇢ set in mid april 2021

𝚛𝚎𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚜:

⇢ conversations written in italics are spoken in english. feedback is highly appreciated!

Hannah shook her head fondly as she watched Yoonmi race down the hall towards the recording studio frequently seen on vlive. She and Yeonjun exchanged amused looks as the young girl excitedly entered the room, yelling the name of her older brother.

“Come on,” Yeonjun placed a hand on her back and sped their pace up, “or else Chan hyung’s gonna use us not being there as an excuse to stay longer.”

She scoffed at that, following Yeonjun regardless. “Please, he’d drop everything for Yoonmi anytime, and you know that.”

Yeonjun’s laugh was the only response she got as they entered the studio. The door opened immediately as they arrived in front of it, revealing Yoonmi dragging a chuckling Chan away to probably her manager’s car.

“Looks like they’ll be gone for a while,” Changbin laughed from the inside before nodding at her with a smile and turning to Yeonjun. “Let’s go before Wooyoung and Haknyeon decide to make us pay for being late.”

Yeonjun nodded and stepped out with Changbin, ruffling her hair on his way out. “See you in a bit, Hannah.

She glared at him a little before turning towards her friend who remained cleaning up the studio. They haven’t been able to see each other since their promotions overlapped. Or since the award shows, actually. “Hey, quokka.”

“Miss foxy,” Jisung playfully bowed at her before continuing to gather up his stuff, “long time no see. You hungry?”

“Always,” she playfully rolled her eyes at him, “or have you forgotten already?”

“Not when you and Yongbok have been constantly sending each other desserts. No cookies recently?”

“Yoonmi makes the best cookies, and she always sends some over to Chan hyung for you guys. Felix told me.”

The betrayed look he had on his face when he realized this made her laugh. It dawned on her that, though Chan may have told Felix to let the others get some cookies whenever they want, Felix must have kept it a secret. He loved Yoonmi’s cookies, so it was no surprise.

“He never told us!”

“Come on, let’s go eat.”

The two friends found themselves in the JYP cafeteria, food paid for with Jisung’s credits. He had a whole set of food in his tray, which was quite a drastic difference from her single bowl of salad. He frowned when he saw her tray.

“Just a salad?”

She shrugged. “We’re in the middle of promotions, so I’m dieting.”

“Nope,” he placed a plate of pasta on her tray and some extra side dishes, “your boyfriend and members are gonna kill me if I don’t feed you. Our food’s all organic, anyway. It’ll be fine. We’re sharing side dishes, by the way.”

She rolled her eyes but followed him to an empty table. They settled across from each other and began digging in. The conversation carried smoothly, as if they didn’t have a solid four or four months of not seeing each other. It switched from the food to normal catching up to preparations.

“Your comeback’s really good, by the way,” Jisung noted. “I listened to the whole album. Really good. You worked on lyrics, too!”

“Just a bit,” her tone was humble as she moved the salad around on her plate. “I thought it was fitting since it’s our first full album, so I did my best. Sorry for bothering you for help, by the way. I know you’re pretty busy with Kingdom.”

“Please,” he shook his head, “I needed the distraction. We were so caught up on preparing for the show, so I needed to forget it just a little.”

“How are you guys, by the way? I’ve seen your past few performances.” A teasing smirk made its way up to her face while she looked up from her food to meet his eyes. “I liked your cover of I’ll Be Your Man. Very impressive high notes there, mister main rapper. Very desperate.”

Jisung snorted and tossed a little sausage from their side dishes onto her plate. “Shut up, you know the performance is supposed to seem desperate.”

“What’s coming up? The collaboration stage, right?” She took a moment to recall the last episode’s ending. “It’s a shame that you guys aren’t working with The Boyz. You, Eric, and Sunwoo rapping together would have been cool.”

“You’re friends with Sunwoo?”

“We’ve met, but you already know I talk to English line the most.” She jolted up straight upon remembering something, startling Jisung into hitting his leg against the table. The boy curled in on himself a little, making her laugh. “Sorry about that. Did you hear? Changmin oppa invited me to co-host your sports day!”

That was the reason why she had been in a meeting the day before right after their schedules. She didn’t expect that she’d be brought straight to the company right after her schedules with NCT Dream, much less did she expect that she’d be meeting with a few higher ups and some Mnet staff alongside her senior for a cameo.

Jisung raised an eyebrow at her. “What? You’re coming to watch our sports day?”

“Co-host, but yeah.”

“This is gonna be so funny,” he laughed. “You know that, even if you have a boyfriend now, Juyeon hyung has an idol crush on you, right?”

“Stop!” Her hand went to her forehead in embarrassment. “Eric always mentions it whenever we talk, I swear.”

The smirk on her friend’s face sent a chill down her spine. “But there’s also Seonghwa hyung and Chani… Oh my god, man! What is it with you and these older guys, huh?”

“One more word out of your mouth, Han Jisung, and I’m telling Chan oppa that you had a crush on Yoonmi.”

Ah, yes. This short-lived crush her friend had on her other friend which amused her to no end every time he’d talk to her about how Yoonmi’s lyrics hit different, how her on stage persona is captivating, how she’s adorable in BTS content, or how her rap is unmatched by any other girl idols. Jisung, like many other fourth generation idols (and some from third generation) had fallen for the international sweetheart, and she made sure to tease him about it whenever given the chance.

Jisung groaned, “Of course I tease you about other’s having a crush on you, but you can’t tease me about people liking me.”

“Hey, if it means anything,” she began, “I used to like you the slightest bit back in late 2019 when we did those collab stages. Nothing much, it died as soon as it started, so don’t get too cocky.”

The slightly astonished look on her friends face made her remind him that it was a momentary thing rather than a prolonged crush. This, of course, didn’t stop Jisung from poking fun at her.

“Aye, I’m so telling your boyfriend,” Jisung laughed.

She gave him a pointed look. “Nothing is kept a secret in our group, and he’s in the same unit as one of the people most overprotective of me.”

The 00-liner wisely kept his mouth shut, making her laugh. A silence passed between the two before they silently agreed on not speaking about these infatuations ever again. She finished the last of her food before rummaging around her bag and pulling out a small bottle. It was something she didn’t use often, but prefered whenever she didn’t have to promote. Black nail polish.

“I brought this, by the way,” she mentioned as her phone started ringing. “I don’t know why you asked for it, but here you go.”

“Nice,” he took the bottle, “now answer your phone while I finish my food.”

The familiar face on her screen brought a subconscious smile to her face the moment she got her phone out of her pocket. It was her none other than her boyfriend, Liu Yangyang. She chuckled a little before answering the phone.

“Hey, Schnucki. I’m with Hannie right now. Jisung, say hi.”

She brought the phone closer to Jisung’s face, where he awkwardly greeted the boy on the other end of the phone. The awkwardness made her laugh and take it back. Maybe she should have waited until after he swallowed before making him say hi.

“Me again!”

“Have you eaten dinner yet?” Yangyang asked her with the slightest hint of concern in his voice. “Renjun told me you skipped out on the food your manager got you guys on the way home.”

“Hwang Injun, that snitch.” Her mumbling was easily caught by Jisung who snorted in amusement. She lightly smacked his arm from across the table then went back to her conversation. “I just ate dinner! JYP Entertainment’s special organic food is pretty filling, don’t worry.”

“Alright,” his voice sounded relieved. “How long are you gonna be there? Will you be back too late? You still have an early start tomorrow.”

She chuckled at her boyfriend’s questions. Ever since their jacket shoot, her schedule had been filled with preparations for NCT Dream’s comeback. Yangyang had been texting her good morning everyday without fail and constantly checking up on her to make sure she was still functioning properly somehow. For some reason, she found this endearing about him. He usually wouldn’t seem like that type of boyfriend, but he is.

“I’ll be here until Yoonmi finishes shopping for her future nephew and Yeonjun oppa comes back from dinner with the 99s. Hannie’s taking care of me, don’t worry.”

Jisung’s scoff from across the table made her send him a pointed look.

“Could you put me on speaker?”

“Hold on.”

One more warning look was sent towards Jisung as she placed the phone on the table. Jisung looked at her curiously before turning towards the phone.

“Yangyang?” he called out cautiously.

“Hi, Han,” Yangyang greeted. “I know we only spoke a few times, but I hope it’s not too much to ask to take care if Hannah?”

“No problem, bro,” the Stray Kids member nodded despite the fact that the WayV boy couldn’t see him. “We’ll just be here in the company, there’s a bunch of places to lounge in and a lot of food.”

There was a laugh from the other end of the phone. “Thanks for taking care of my pet fox.”

“Excuse me,” she interjected, making the two boys laugh, “I will sheer your hair off your head, you sheep.”

“Kidding! Anyway, Han, you’re Hannah’s friend, so I’m trusting her with you. As a friend, right?”

Jisung chuckled. “Of course. No need to worry.”

Hannah snatched up her phone and turned speaker off before the conversation could get any longer. “Is that it?”

“I’m at the dreamie dorm right now, so I’m expecting cuddles when you get back.”

A slight chuckle escaped her lips as she playfully rolled her eyes. “As long as you’re out of the dorms by 1:30am at the latest, okay?”

“Of course, babe.” The wink was evident in his voice, she didn’t even need to see him to know he did. “I’ll see you later, okay?”

“See you later, Schnucki.”

With that, she hung up her phone and looked up to find Jisung looking at her with a teasing smile. “What?”

“You’re so whipped,” he drew out. “Honestly! The smile on your face says it all. It’s different from when you’re talking to your members or your other friends.”

“My smile?”

Looking back on it, Jeno did mention that there was something different in the way she looked at Yangyang. Donghyuck mentioned it as well while jokingly whining about her not giving him as sweet of a smile. Even Yoonmi told her that she sometimes catches Mark smiling at her the way Hannah smiles at Yangyang. Was it really that noticeable?

With a shake of her head, she picked up the black nail polish bottle once again. “What do you want to do with this?”

“Could you paint my nails?”

#hannah.hotsauce #nct 24th member #nct dream 8th member #nct female member #nct female addition #hannah #lee hannah

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sapphire-dreamsky · 3 years

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Sukuna, the Grumpy Cat

In celebration of 100+ followers🥳

Warnings: | Swear words | Sukuna and Author breaking down that fourth wall | Some commentary from the author (shameless self-insert commentary I know) and Sukuna's own comments because why not? |

When he woke up, he thought it was a fucking joke. Again?! Last time was a child version of but this time a cat? He was going to kill the person who instigated all this.

A/N: Sukuna please, don't 😅. I'm sorry if I use you for entertainment purposes.

Sukuna: At least make it good.

A/N: Meanie.

While as a child he could speak, every time he opens his mouth, he...meows. Worse of all. Since he retained his original conscience, he is now a grumpy Sukuna with claws that will hurt. Trust him. It will hurt once he hunts down the person who did this and thought it would be funny.

A/N: I'm going to hide from a...cat🤭

Sukuna: Winter!!!

A/N: *Yelp*

Upon further inspection, he decided that maybe it wasn't that bad. He could rest the whole day and no one could bother him since he is in the form of a cat. You can't expect him to kill curses like this can you? He could hide from the humiliation of being turned into a cat while waiting for the effects of the curse to dissipate.

It's not like the others really bothered with waking him up. They learnt their lesson when the group tried to prank him once in his sleep and were nearly sliced.

The man loves his sleep. Let him sleep. That's simple like that.

Wrong. He was so wrong.

He forgot that his s/o would look for him if he didn't show up for breakfast.

You came barging in his room with a platter of delicious food.

Sukuna was sleeping under his blanket, intending to sleep the curse away when the smell of the delicious breakfast that he missed woke him up.

Groggy from sleep he forgets that he is in cat form.

You let out a squeal and that's when he realises that he messed up.

Squeezed to death was not on his bucket list.

He tries to get out of your hold but to no avail. So he had to wait until you finish gushing all over him, telling him he is adorable and just rubbing behind his ears without asking for his permission.

'Damn human, taking liberties like that.'

Despite that he is purring. Very loudly too.

"Oh hey, Mister cute adorable cat. You wouldn't have happened to see a grumpy old man sleeping his day away would you? Where did you even come from? Did you come through the window? Sneaky little thing."

He continued purring because the scratches were way too good. 'Life as a cat is good...'

You decide to set down the tray of food, looking for signs of your boyfriend.

"Hmmm...his wallet is here...his phone is here...his uniform is here? Where could he go without his wallet? Is he hiding from training again? But that is unusual...he is normally waiting in his room for food if that was the case..."

All the while, Sukuna is devouring his well-deserved breakfast because he is starving.

As soon as he finished, he tries grabbing your attention by jumping over your shoulder as you investigate his room for his 'disappearance'.

"Ouf. Mister Cat, you are a bit heavy you know?"

The cat looks so offended that he reminds you of your grumpy boyfriend.

Then he starts meowing at you, as if to ask you to take back that statement.

"There, there. Calm down. I'm sorry. I was just joking. Will you help me find Sukuna? He is a tall guy who is either always frowning or smiling sadistically. He has pink hair and a lot of tattoos. The bad boy archetype."

The cat starts meowing even louder as if trying to argue with you.

"What? You don't believe me? It's true. He is the bad boy archetype that all high-school girls fall for. Don't tell him, but his attitude is actually more similar to that of an old man who hasn’t had enough sleep and is grumpy the next day."

The cat puts his paw on your mouth as if to ask you to stop talking. It was more of a demand really.

Then he turns away, as if you offended him, nose in the air, tail swishing around lazily. But Sukuna was annoyed. As soon as he reverts back to normal, he will take his revenge. And then we'll see who the old man is.

As the day drags on, however, with your new found companion sitting on your shoulder like pikachu, you start to worry.

"Where are you, Sukuna?"

Was he in danger? What if he got kidnapped? What if Sukuna is dying somewhere (Sukuna: Human, stop being dramatic will you?)? Or maybe he was mad? Or he ran away?

All the possibilities were starting to gnaw at you. It didn't help that neither your teacher nor your classmates knew where he ran off to. "He is the closest to you. Are you sure he didn't hint at something, (Y/N)?"

After the day turned into night, you fed the cat.

Surprisingly, he didn't run off while you were scouting the whole school's area and some places in the city looking for Sukuna.

After feeding him, you went off to Sukuna's room, hoping that he would be back.

However, only silence and emptiness greeted you.

You went and sat on his bed, the cat sitting on your lap facing you as if knowing that you were sad.

He tried pawing at you, rubbing himself all over you to try and cheer you up.

"Misted cat...I don't know what to do if he left. Even if he is an annoying grumpy guy, I still love him. He doesn't have many redeemable qualities but he is kind in his own peculiar way when he wants to. I know that he cares. More time than I can count, he saved me from danger. Even if he doesn't say that he loves me a lot, he lets me know by leaving some necessary things that he knows I need. One time he prepared me some homemade food from my town because I was feeling homesick. And when I have nightmares, he always somewhat knows and he sneaks into my bed despite it being forbidden and getting in trouble the next day. He always had my back. What if he is in danger somewhere? What if he needs help but I don't know? What if he...died?"

The last word was said so quietly that the Sukuna the Cat nearly missed it.

As droplets of tears started pouring over his head, he looked up, and tried to kiss your nose in affection, trying to reassure you that he was fine.

However, when leaning in, you unexpectedly fell down because of the sudden weight.

Sukuna was certain that he didn't weigh much in his cat form.

However, when he opens his eyes, he sees you crying beneath him. So he tries to wipe away the tears with his index finger...wait his finger? He is in his human form again!

You opened your eyes upon feeling a weight on you. The cat can't be that heavy.

However, as soon as your eyes lay on the very much naked man on top of you, you engulfed him in a tight hug.

"Sukuna you...you...stupid dumbass! How dare you make me worry so much! I was sick with worry, you know?! What if you died?!"

"Ouch. Where were your kind words from before? Was that all for the cat?"

Speaking of cats...

"Don't tell me you were the cat?!"

"Yep."

"How did you even turn into a freaking cat?!"

"In my sleep? Got no idea. But I'm back. It's so good to be in human form again."

He stretches his long limbs, uncaring of the fact that his butt was in the air.

A/N: As if you cared 🙄.

Sukuna: Clothes restrict my movements. It's a strategy.

A/N: Excuses are all I hear.

"Sukuna put some clothes on!"

"Uh? Why would I do that? It's my room, my rules. Meaning you are in my territory."

"Annoying bastard."

Still you hug him tightly from behind, afraid to let go.

"Feeling a little cuddly, I see."

"Shut up. You're ruining the mood."

"Technically that's the author's fault. But I'm not going anywhere else if that can reassure your pretty little head."

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#ryomen sukuna x reader #sukuna x reader #jjk sukuna x reader #ryomen sukuna

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m4r13l3y · 3 years

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Lover boy

Harry James Potter x Reader

Y/n looks back at the times she spent at hogwarts with harry while a record plays

The dates/memories are out of order

Warnings; Fluff, Sad kinda, Cursing

Masterlist

I can dim the lights and sing you songs full of sad things We can do the tango just for two

While horcrux hunting, after Ron left and the night Hermione went to find him Harry and you were alone

The two of you sitting on the small bed, your head on his shoulder, holding hands. Hoping that you wouldn’t die any time soon

A song came up in the radio, he stood up to turn the music higher and came back with his hand held out

You took his hand with a small smile as his arms wrapped around your waist. The two of you danced with no worries, the war was the last thing on your minds, only caring to not mess up the steps

“I love you harry” you whispered into his chest, “I love you more, y/n” he replied

I can serenade and gently play on your heart strings Be your Valentino just for you

Valentines day 1997,

Even though Harry seemed to be obsessed with that weird potions book, he was also obsessed with you, and his Valentines day gift was going to prove it

You were sitting at the black lake, reading a book with hermione while eating some valentines day chocolates

“Did Ron get you anything?” You asked, “No” she flipped the page of her book

“Did harry get you anything?” She asked, “Not that I can think of-” Your voice cut out with voices of the two boys running towards you

“Hello Y/n” Harry smirked with his hands behind his back, hiding something “Hi harry” you giggle as the two sat down

Harry pulled out a guitar as he played some notes before asking “Will you go on a valentines day date with me”

You threw yourself into his arms “Oh harry” you giggled “Ofcourse I would”

Ooh, love, ooh, loverboy What're you doin' tonight, hey, boy?

You walked down the common room stairs, a pretty red dress that ended mid thigh with doc martens and red lipstick

Harry’s jaw was on the floor, looking at you in awe. He always knew you were beautiful, but tonight you looked ethereal

“You look-” He tried to find the words “Beautiful” Hermione smiled

You gave him a hug, as hermione took out a muggle camera “Here you two smile”

“1..2..3..” click

“Be good” hermione waved goodbye

When you two came back harry’s face was filled with red kiss marks all over

Set my alarm, turn on my charm

“Fuck” you groaned trying to turn off the alarm that’d been going on for 5 minutes now

8:30

“Harry!” You tugged his shoulder “Wh- what” he stood up shocked

“We’re going to be late” You hurried up to get your tie and skirt on, “Shit” he stood up to find his pants that were discarded somewhere around your room

“Accio tie-” “Accio tie-” The two of you said at the same time, with a giggle the two of you put on your ties, “I never get how to do this” You shrugged trying to un-knot the fabric

“here” He chuckled, fixing your appearance and kissing your forehead after “Now let’s go”

The two of you ran down the hogwarts halls holding hands to find potions

“Come on” You pulled him into the class, “Ah miss Y/L/N oh- and Harry!” slughorn smiled “Don’t be late again come on in”

Ooh, let me feel your heartbeat (Grow faster, faster) Ooh, ooh, can you feel my love heat?

4th year,

“willyougoonadatewithme” he muttered quickly, looking everywhere but at you

“What” you giggled, he took a deep sigh “Will you go on a date with me Y/N”

“Ofcourse I will harry” you stepped up and put a hand on his chest, kissing his cheek “Why is your heartbeat so fast?”

“I was nervous” He chuckled

That week you and harry made front page;

Tri-wizard champion Harry Potter out on a date with not-so-mystery girl: Y/N Y/L/N, how do the lovers feel knowing one of them could get ultimately hurt by the end of this contest

“Shes so annoying” you groaned “howd she even see us?”

I'd like for you and I to go romancing Say the word, your wish is my command

7th year,

“Apparate” You whispered, your body swirling around until it stopped. Opening your eyes again you saw muggle london

It was a saturday afternoon and you decided to take harry to your favorite place since you finally passed the apparation test

“Come on” You smiled walking with him, “Where are we going?” He asked, holding your hand tightly

“Walking Harry, I like to walk” you stopped to look at him, he kissed your forehead “You’re weird”

The two of you walked in and out of big buildings, ate at a muggle cafe you always loved, and now were sitting at some bench in the subway

“Thank you for coming with me” You whispered,

“I’d go anywhere with you” he took your hand

“I love you” he held your waist and kissed you “I love you too Harry”

Write my letter Feel much better

Dear Y/N,

This summer has been the worst, you’ve been the only one to write me (Which is okay ofcourse I love you haha dont get mad), but I am at the headquarters for Order of the Phoenix. I miss you dearly and I hope to see you soon, I know you’re coming tomorrow, but I am still very impatient. I love you.

Yours always,

Harry

Dear Harry,

I miss you more, I know I was the only one to write. Hopefully you’ve found out why by now. I won’t write much since it’s better said in real face to face, and I’ll see you tomorrow. I love you

Yours,

Y/N <3

And use my fancy patter on the telephone

Fourth year summer,

“HELLO” You heard a voice you recognized as rons yell through the phone “Hello ron”

“IS- IS THIS Y/N?” he yell-asked, “Yes Ron it’s y/n” you giggled “Don’t yell I hear you perfectly when you speak normal”

“Oh Oh okay that’s much better” He sighed “Here’s harry”

“Hello” You smiled to the phone “Hey y/n” he replied “How are you?”

“I’m well how are you?”

“Perfect I’ve never actually used a phone before it’s pretty cool” he chuckled

The two of you talked for hours on end, until you heard Molly yell that it was time for dinner

The rest of the summer, before the quidditch world cup, the two of you talked almost every day until you finally saw him again

When I'm not with you Think of you always (I miss those long hot summer nights) I miss you

It was the summer,

He kept rewatching a picture of the two of you in the room of requirments, before it was destroyed, on the floor. Your head on his shoulder as you two slept after a DADA class

Harry hadn’t seen you since the last day at school after the ministry attack and it was killing him. Were you safe? Did you eat today? Had you not forgotten to drink water?

It was killing him to know neither of you could send letters to eachother, even if it was for your safety

Sitting in some cafe you had taken him too in the subway his mind running thousand miles per hour with thoughts of you, he saw dumbledore outside

Hey, boy, where do you get it from? Hey, boy, where did you go?

“Where’s the kid” You hugged tonks

“Here” Remus came from behind his son, Teddy Lupin, “Oh you are so cute!” You took him into your arms

“Harry look” you walked to him and sat on the couch, the little brown haired boy giggling

“We wanted to tell you guys something” Remus and Tonks walked up to you guys “We want you guys to be the godparents”

You and Harry’s eyes went wide at the news “really!?”

Tonks nodded in excitement

“I would love to” You gave harry the kid and gave the two adults big hugs “Thank you”

Everything's all right

“Harry” you whispered into your hug, hugging him like you’d loose him at any second. Dumbledore had just died, you found harry limping back to the castle

“Harry” You whispered again, he hummed in response, his grip on your waist becoming harder “i love you” harry whispered lowly “I love you more harry”

Just hold on tight

“Harry Potter Is Dead!” you heard the man yell as all the death eaters behind him erupted in laughter

You almost fainted, he was dead. Your soulmate, the boy you’ve loved your whole life. Harry Potter was dead

The dark lords speech went in a blur, your mind couldn’t focus as all you thought was about Harry

Neville took out the sword as harry woke up again and soon everyone was throwing jinx after jinx

You needed to find harry, you left the great hall to see he and voldemort in a fight

Neville killed Nagini and Harry won

Light won

“Harry” You cried, He ran to you “Y/n”

“We won” a ghostly smile crept on your face, “We won.” he replied pulling away

“I almost lost you and I can’t bare the thought of you not knowing how much I love you” he pulled out a little box “You are my soulmate and I’ve never loved anyone the way I love you-” the box opened “I wanted to do this before the war” He chuckled, but got on one knee “Will you, Y/N Y/M/N Y/L/N Marry me please?”

“Harry ofcourse” You smiled, indulging him in a hug and kiss looking at the ring that looked beautiful on your finger

That's because I'm a good old-fashioned (fashioned) loverboy

The song ended and you were brough back to reality, everyone was dancing as Fred was fighting with someone for the mic

“What were you thinking about” Harry looked at you

“Our story” you held onto his neck and kissed him, kissed him to show that it was all worth it, you two finally got your happy ending and now you’d just finished getting married

“Now” Fred took the microphone “Time for fireworks”

Everyone looked up to see a picture of you and harry kissing, with the initals H.P+Y/I in a heart

You took teddy into your arms and laid him on your waist as he giggled looking up

“I love you Harry” you leaned your head on his shoulder “I love you too, Y/n”

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ultraintrovertedgryffindor · 3 years

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Second Chances - Mark (Midsommar)

Warning: Major spoilers for the movie, drug use, this fic is dogshite, toxic relationships, and just overall fucked up situations

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(my gif actually)

“Dani, do you really think it’s a good idea to go?”

Dani sighed heavily when you asked that exact question for the fourth time while she was marking her calendar for when their flight to Sweden would take place. “Yes, Y/N. I’ll be fine. I’m fine.”

You knew she wasn’t fine.

“I just, I do think getting out of this tiny little apartment would be good for you...but does it have to be on the other side of the world?”

Dani scoffed. “It’s not on the other side of the world, babe, it’s just across the Atlantic.”

“It’s far enough.” You pouted. “Plus, going with that guy isn’t a good idea either.”

“You’ve known Christian as long as you’ve known me, Y/N. You should know his name by now.”

“I do know his name, I just don’t like saying it.”

Dani frowned. “He’s my boyfriend, you’ve gotta learn to accept him at some point.”

You shook your head. “He doesn’t give you what you need, Dani. He’s terrible at supporting you all the time. He’s an asshole.”

“It’s my relationship. Not yours.” Dani snapped, quickly sighing in frustration and sitting next to you. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have snapped.”

“No, I’m sorry. I...just want what’s best for you, that’s all.”

Dani smiled weakly, placing an arm around your shoulders and pulling you in for a side hug. “I know, babe, I know. I gotta believe this trip to Sweden is exactly what we need.”

“I really hope so, for your sake.”

Dani subtly wiped away a shed tear off her face, faking a wide smile. “So, did you decide if you wanted to go to the party tonight?”

“Depends, is Mark gonna be there?”

“You know he is.”

“Then no.”

“Come on, Mark’s a good guy.” She’s stifled a chuckle.

“Girl, you can’t even keep a straight face.” You laughed.

“You used to be date him and actually enjoyed spending time with him, ya know.”

“Ugh, don’t remind me.”

“Please, it’ll be fun! Pelle and Josh will be there too, it won’t just be Mark.”

“Josh is a smart ass who gets on my nerves. I mean, who the hell studies anthropology?”

“Hey!”

“Oh hush, you’re studying psychology.”

Dani rolled her eyes. “Okay, Ms. Environmental Scientist.” She said, making you chuckle. “So, are you coming to that party with me or what?”

You didn’t really enjoy going to parties...like, at all. Even if Dani invited you to one, you always made some sort of excuse to get you out of going. But ever since the incident with her family, you felt you needed to spend every waking moment with her, mostly out of fear that you’d lose her forever. You probably spent more time with Dani than her so called boyfriend.

You felt selfish for feeling pained that Christian was the first one she called when she got the news. You knew her family, actually made an effort to get to know them unlike Christian, and always saw her parents as your own and her sister was always kind to you. You felt like you lost a lot too, but you didn’t allow yourself to feel that way for long, not when they weren’t actually your family. If you were being honest, you haven’t allowed yourself to grieve at all. You spend most of your time taking care of Dani, never having the time to do anything for yourself.

The company Dani kept also was one of the reasons you never wanted to go to one of those parties. Pelle was nice, you could actually see him as a friend. Josh was a know-it-all. To be fair, you were a know-it-all too, but at least you didn’t brag about it every chance you got.

You couldn’t stand Christian. You always saw how awful Christian treated Dani, and how she just took it. One day, you actually almost got into a psychical fight with him for how he gaslighted her. Dani didn’t talk to you for a week after that, and after that, you tried not to let your anger out because you didn’t want to lose your best friend.

Mark...god, Mark could be so annoying. You used to be a couple, it’s true. But after seeing him not do anything about his “best friend” mentally abusing his girlfriend, you couldn’t just stay with him anymore, it just didn’t feel right. Plus, him being way too overprotective was not something that you liked in a person. It was heartbreaking since you actually liked him a lot, you could’ve truthfully say you loved the guy.

You didn’t dislike Mark as much as Christian, but he constantly got on your nerves after your break up. But Dani always reminded you how insecure he must’ve been after the fact. Doesn’t excuse his behavior, of course, but it did help keep your anger in check whenever he tried to push your buttons. If he wasn’t such a dick, you probably would’ve seen an actual future with him, that could’ve been happy.

Yeah...you really didn’t want to go to this party. But seeing Dani’s almost pleading face, you couldn’t argue with her.

So, you were dragged to the last party you would attend before Dani and her friends were shipped off to Sweden, until she got back.

You could see the obviously look of annoyance from Christian when you and Dani entered the apartment. He took Dani to the one of the corner’s of the room and you could faintly hear their conversation, “Why’d you have to bring her, Dani? She almost punched me in the nose last time...”

Your fists clenched instinctively, making your nails dig into the soft flesh. It hurt, but at least it kept you from socking the dude in the face like you’ve always had the urge to do. A dull glared expression settled on your face.

“Aw, is someone happy to see me?”

You immediately rolled your eyes when you heard Mark’s voice, him walking up to you with a shit eating grin plastered on his pale freckled face. “No, I think she’s probably thinking up ways to kill you, friend.” Pelle joked, making you smile a little.

“Honestly, he’s not that far off.” You shrugged, half joking.

Mark scoffed, rolling his eyes, brushing off your hurtful comment with a bitter smile. “Why are you even here? We didn’t invite you.”

“I’m here for Dani.”

“Well, we didn’t explicitly invite her either.” Pelle smacked the boy behind his head so you didn’t have to. “Dude, ow! Hey, it’s not my fault Dani’s a buzzkill.”

Almost as if you could only see red, you were about to punch the ever loving fuck out of his handsome stupid gorgeous face when Christian came up and pulled you out of the room.

“What the fuck do you want?” You hissed, forcibly pushing him away from you.

“Hey, hey, hey, I’m not looking for a fight. Okay? I have to ask you something.” He sighed.

“Spit it out then.”

“Do you want to come to Sweden with us?” He asked monotone, not hiding the glare directed to you.

“Wow, you must really want me to go.”

“It was Pelle’s idea. He thinks it would be good for Dani.”

“Since when do you care what’s good for Dani? Oh, wait, you don’t. It seems Pelle cares more for her than you do.”

“I care about Dani, okay? I care. That’s the only reason I was convinced to ask you. Please, just...she needs you. She’s your best friend, you don’t want to let her down, do you?”

Gaslighting. You knew that Christian wouldn’t be able to convince you without his number one douchebag power to make your heart bleed more than it already does. He didn’t even have to ask a second time.

And next thing you knew, you were on a plane headed to Sweden. Of course, they had to torture you with booking you a seat next to Mark. But you could handle it for Dani.

“God, I can’t wait to see all those Swedish ladies.” Mark mused, a slight smirk on his face, knowing that comment would upset you.

If those Swedish ladies had any sense, they’d stay away from the giant man completely, is what you wanted to say. But deciding to keep your comments to yourself, you just tried not to gag, rolling your eyes and keeping your eyes trained out the window, seeing the ground getting farther and farther away until your flying above the clouds.

“Silent treatment, huh? I always took you for a social butterfly.” He teased.

You took a deep breath, turning to look at him with a sickeningly sweet smile. “You do know there’s a mosquito flying around your head, right?”

The smirk on Mark’s face quickly went away, turning into a panicked expression. “Where? Where?” He almost shouted, flailing his arms around his head to swat away the imaginary insect. His panic made you laugh. You felt evil, but you convinced yourself he deserved it. When he heard you laugh, he quickly realized you lied. “Not fucking funny.” He pouted, running his hands through his hair, still paranoid.

You sighed when he kept a frown on his face, still looking around for that fake fly. “I swear, there’s no fly. This is the cleanest plane I’ve ever seen in my life, okay? There wouldn’t be any bugs in here.” You never could stay mean for long, even if it was Mark. The small grateful smile Mark gave you made it worth it, and suddenly felt your heart yearn for him against your will.

Many hours later and you finally arrived in Stockholm, only to be told you guys had to travel four more hours to get to Hälsingland. “Oh my god!” Mark whined, like a little bitch you might add.

Thankfully, you always came prepared, sticking some ear buds in and blasting music at full volume to avoid possible small talk and annoying remarks from the two frat bros. You really loved your preparedness after taking your ear buds out for one second only to hear Mark talking about seeing some video about a woman with three clits, what a moron, a cute moron...

You looked at the time, it was nearing 6 pm, but the sky was still blue as ever. It was a bit unnerving, but you tried to ignore the sense of dread you felt when you guys finally arrived to one of your destinations.

You tried not to laugh as Mark pulled his socks over his jeans and walking in a panic to try to avoid potential insect threats in the grass. “Dude, just fucking walk!” Josh fussed.

“Don’t you see all the bugs?!”

“I’m sure all those bugs are much more terrified of you than you are of them.” You voiced.

“Yeah, well, what if they’re so scared that they gang up to attack me in retaliation, huh?”

You rolled your eyes, speeding up your pace to catch up with Dani. Pelle introduced his friend, Ingemar, and his friends, Simon and Connie. They seemed like good people, until they pulled out the shrooms.

It’s not like you hated drugs, you smoked pot pretty much every other day before bed, but shrooms looked hardcore compared to grass. You did not want to partake. But Dani surprised you when she accepted the offer of the tea. “Do you think that’s a good idea, Dani?” You asked concerned.

“She can think for herself.” Christian voiced with a happy and calm tone, but you didn’t mistake the threatening undertone in his voice.

“Hey, it’s okay. Promise.” Dani reassured. You just didn’t want her to have a bad trip or anything, it’s not what she needed, as if you actually knew what she needed. You didn’t even know what you needed half the time. “Are you going to?” She asked, her hand holding onto the bag of shrooms outstretched to you.

“Oh, no. I’m good.” You backed away slightly.

“Are you sure, Y/N?” Mark asked mockingly. “You gonna be a pussy?”

Your eyes narrowed in annoyance. If only looks could kill...You grabbed the bag, popping a couple mushrooms in your mouth, immediately cringing in disgust at the taste. You chewed quickly and swallowed, almost regretting the action as soon as you did so. Since when was Mark of all people able to successfully peer pressure you into doing something you didn’t want to do? The fuck?

“There’s a nice place to sit over here, guys!” Pelle voiced, motioning the group over to a tree in the middle of the field.

It didn’t take that long for the drugs to kick in. You’d never taken shrooms before, but you definitely noticed when you came up due to how the world around you was starting to look warped, almost like nature was breathing. You felt more appreciative of nature in that moment, and with Pelle talking all philosophical like, it wasn’t hard to relax into the sweet embrace of the drug.

You looked over to Dani, she was the most calm you’ve ever seen her, but you weren’t sure if that was a good thing. You snapped out of the thought, not wanting to hyper focus on a drug. “Oh fuck, a new person.” Christian groaned.

“What? I don’t want new people right now!” Mark whined.

“Now who’s being a pussy.” You mumbled, loud enough for him to hear it.

“I’m going lay down. Everyone else lay down too.” Mark settled on the ground, still breathing heavily. “Guys, do it, it feels so nice. Josh, Y/N, can you lay down please?”

“Fuck off.” You spat while Josh did as he was asked.

“Y/N, please, lay down.” You furrowed your brows when you heard the desperation in his voice, almost like he was going to cry.

“Jesus, fine.” You huffed, laying down on the soft grass.

The sun shining through the leaves of the trees was enough to put you back into a relaxed state, almost giggling at the warped rays of light. “This is nice...” You whispered to yourself.

You jolted when Dani stood up all of a sudden. “I need to go for a walk.” Dani voiced, the waver in her voice clear as day to you.

“Dani, are you okay?” You stood up, wobbling slightly, Dani’s figure waving as she walked away.

“Fine, I’m fine.”

You wanted to follow her, but were you capable enough to give her support if you were high as a kite? It didn’t matter at the point. You probably stood there trying to decide for about five minutes before you actually starting walking in the same direction Dani went, but then it was too late. You didn’t see her anywhere.

Walking into the woods, you immediately got lost in nature, enjoying the colors that seemed to be amplified from the drug. You smiled to yourself, not even the arms wrapping around your shoulders could force your mouth to pull downwards. “Hi.” Mark whispered, giggling as he tightened his embrace.

“What?”

You turned yourself around in his arms. “Why’d you follow me?”

“I’m not allowed to see what my friend is doing out in the woods?”

“I’m looking for Dani, and we’re not friends.”

Mark pouted. “We used to be more than friends. Why’d we ever break up?”

You frowned. “Cause you excused Christian’s behavior towards Dani. Plus, you were always a dick.”

“Rude. And to be fair, I’ve been trying to convince Christian to break up with her. They should’ve called it quits awhile ago.”

“The first thing you’ve said in your entire life that’s actually correct. How’re you an undergrad again?”

If you were sober, you would have never let Mark lean in and kiss you. At least, that’s what you hoped you would’ve done. But his lips were so soft and he was so gentle, you almost wished you were sober to experience the kiss better. It almost felt nostalgic in a way, even though it hadn’t been that long since you two broke up. You had to stop yourself from leaning back in for more when he pulled away.

“You reciprocated.” Mark smiled softly, caressing your face gently.

“Did I? I didn’t mean to, sorry.”

“I miss you, Y/N, a lot. I know you miss me too.” He whispered.

You shook your head and quickly walked away, not feeling like talking about...well, your feelings. Sobering up quickly after that, you kicked yourself for allowing that to happen, even if you happened to enjoy it very much.

You pretty much avoided Mark after the encounter in the woods, you were too awkward to confront your problems with other people, in that regard anyway. But thankfully, six hours after finding Dani peacefully sleeping off the drugs, it was time to hike through even more woods to get to Pelle’s village.

“So, we’re stopping in Waco before we go to Pelle’s village?” Mark joked.

Yeah, the all white clothing everyone wore did put you off just a bit, almost giving you Jonestown vibes. But they were so nice, taking your bags and giving you strawberries. They seemed like okay people.

You looked over to Mark, rolling your eyes as you saw him exhale smoke from his vape pen. Even in the presence of strangers, he still had no respect apparently. Josh even had to stop him from eating prematurely during one the first meals of the day. The ritualistic part confused you, but you just wrote it off as culture shock.

Sitting in between Dani and Pelle, you almost hit yourself for not remembering a very important fact. “Happy birthday, Dani!” You grinned. “I can’t believe I forgot, I’m so sorry.”

“Oh, it’s okay.” Dani rubbed your shoulder. “Pelle actually gave me a drawing, which was incredibly sweet.” She said, causing him to have a slight blush on his face.

“I actually did get you something, but it’s in my luggage. Make sure to remind me tonight. But what about Christian?” Dani frowned. “He forgot...of course he did.”

“It’s not his fault. I forgot to remind him, that’s all.”

“Dani, you shouldn’t have to remind him.” You scoffed. “Let’s just hope he remembers soon, else I’ll have to castrate him.”

“Anyway, what’s up with you and Mark? You’ve been avoiding him ever since we hiked here.” She whispered.

You internally groaned. “I always avoid Mark.” Dani just gave you an unimpressed look. “Can you like, stop being a mind reader for once in your life?” You whined.

“What happened?”

You sighed, leaning in to whisper in her ear. “We kissed...” You quickly put your hand over her mouth to stop her from squealing like a school girl. “Shh. It was when we were both high. Didn’t mean anything, at all.”

“You’re a terrible liar, you know that right?”

The conversation didn’t sway your decision to not stop avoiding Mark, you were going to avoid him for as long as possible and not even Dani could convince you to do otherwise. But you kept thinking about that kiss, and you suddenly found yourself wondering if there was any shock therapy places in Sweden.

Walking around the village a bit more by yourself to try and get some more bearings, Pelle joined you with his usual calming smile. “How are you liking it here so far?”

“It’s pretty interesting, I’d say. Living in New York never really gave me opportunities to be in nature, so this is great. I probably never wouldn’t come if it weren’t for you, Pelle.”

Pelle nodded. “I felt it was best for Dani, considering. She needs someone she can count on.”

“Yeah. It’s great that you’re looking out for her, it’s like you should be with her instead of Christian.” You cringed. “Oh god, sorry. I shouldn’t have said that. Damn it.”

Pelle chuckled nervously. “It’s okay. Speaking of couples, are you and Mark-”

“Nope.” You quickly interrupted. “Not a chance.”

He hummed in thought. “I don’t mean to pry. It’s just, he told me about what happened...”

You groaned. “That little shit.”

"You know, I think you should give him a second chance."

You laughed. "That came out of nowhere."

"No. It didn't. Mark has always had a thing for you. And I probably shouldn’t tell you this but, he always talks about how he regrets how things went between you two. He still cares about you.”

You frowned, the feeling of missing the bastard starting to bubble up in your heart. “We weren’t good for each other. He needs to grow up.”

“Yes, I do agree he’s...a bit immature.”

“An understatement, Pelle.” You snorted.

“Personally, I am a big believer of second chances. I just think what if I die tomorrow, would I be happy with my choices in life? You never know when that time will come.”

“Jesus, since when have you been so dark?”

“I’m serious, Y/N. You don’t know when you’re gonna die, so I’d try to live life without regrets.” He smiled calmly.

You kept thinking about what Pelle said well into the night. You had trouble getting over the creepiness of his statements at first, but you knew he meant well. You did miss Mark, more often than you’d admit. You hated that you kind of agreed with Pelle about the whole regret thing.

The next morning, you woke up with a terrible headache. Thinking way too hard for hours on end wasn’t good for your brain. But, it did give you some perspective on how you’d go about interacting with Mark. You admitted to yourself that you did want to be with him, but you also didn’t want to rush into giving him another chance, knowing that just a smidge of eagerness would give the man an overinflated ego.

“What was the name of that activity you said last night, Pelle?” Dani asked.

“Ättestupa.” He answered.

“Sounds fun.” You said, half joking. “Wish we knew what was going to happened, but you seem to love surprises.” You directed to Pelle, a cheeky smile on your face.

From afar, Mark couldn’t help but glare at Pelle. To anyone one else, you were just being friendly, and if Mark had any sense at all, it would’ve just been a friendly smile to him too. He couldn’t help but feel jealous, but even he knew he had no right to be jealous since you two weren’t together. Maybe that was his problem, he thought, being too overprotective when you were in a relationship with him. God, he knew being an immature bastard would bite him in the ass one day. He just didn’t realize someone important to him would be scared away in the process.

The brief eye contact the two of you made threw you for a loop, that sense of longing for one another.

“Can you two stop eye fucking each other, please?” Josh voiced rudely. Strangely, it didn’t phase the two of you. Josh only rolled his eyes. “Fine. Miss breakfast then.”

You eventually forced yourself to look away from Mark, the both of you following the rest of group outside for the meal. Of course, the only seat left was next to Mark. How convenient...

Mark was silent as you stood next to him, taking short glances at you and the ground nervously. “Somebody should tell those girls they’re walking stupid.” He joked, trying to lift some of the tension. It didn’t work.

A boy rung a bell, an old man and woman walked two their assigned seats, and everyone only sat down until they did. Another rack of culture shock moved through you were the couple started chanting in what you assumed was Swedish, but it was honestly hard to tell.

After that, you just ate your food in silence. You were annoyed that you were too awkward to even look in Mark’s direction. But eventually, he cleared his throat to speak. “Did you sleep well?”

It was odd, hearing him sound so timid and quiet. “Uh, I guess so. I don’t really remember falling asleep.” You chucked nervously.

“So...yesterday-”

“Please, don’t.” You interrupted with a huff.

“I think we should talk about it at least.”

You bit your lip in thought, silently agreeing with him. “Not right now. Maybe after, whatever Ättestupa is. Okay?”

He sighed, nodding his head. “Fine. Fine.”

Mark stayed behind as you, your friends, and the rest of the Hårga journeyed to wherever this activity was taking place. You all were standing at the bottom of a cliff, waiting. “What’s this activity supposed to be?” You asked, but no one gave you an answer.

You sighed, crossing your arms around yourself. Whatever was supposed to happen was taking a long time, you almost felt bored. But soon you really wished you’d stayed behind with Mark back at the village.

Everyone watched as the old woman stood at the edge of the cliff, holding her arms outstretched to the sky. You could sense Dani hyperventilating, and you also felt a feeling of dread. You had no idea what was happening, and it scared you.

You let out a loud gasp as the woman fell from the cliff, her body falling onto a stone platform below, her face hitting it hard enough to completely mutilate any recollection that this woman was a human being once. Her face was caved in, it almost didn’t feel real.

You were in silent shock, not comprehending anything else around you, even with how loud Simon and Connie were freaking out.

All you could do was watch as the old man did the same, walking off the cliff and hitting the platform leg first.

“Oh my god, he’s still alive...”

All of the Hårga cried out when they saw the poor man was still alive, sharing his pain that he must’ve been feeling. A few members of the village ended his suffering, taking a large mallet and caving in his face like his partner in the senicide.

One of the elders, Siv, said that taking their own lives was a great joy and that this ritual had been done for many years. You couldn’t believe how barbaric these people were when they were so nice at first. Why were all these people so unfazed by seeing their own people die violently in front of them?

All you could do was follow everyone to the village in silence. You did the same as Dani. You needed to be by yourself right now. You sped walked to the woods surrounding the village, leaning against a tree in exhaustion. Did that really happen, you asked yourself.

You slid down to the ground as you let the tears start flowing. You didn’t want to be in this place anymore, how could you? You thought back to what Pelle said. He knew that the ritual was happening and he didn’t warn you guys at all. Why would he do that?

“Y/N?” You heard a voice call out. You didn’t answer, you didn’t trust your voice not to come out distorted from your sobbing. Finally making his way through the clearing, Mark saw you hugging yourself on the ground in tears. “Are you okay? I...heard about what happened.”

“No. No, I am not okay. I just saw two people jump to their fucking deaths!” You tried not to cry.

Mark was never good an emotional support, so he simply walked over and sat next to you as you cried. You didn’t know how he managed to pull you onto his lap without you noticing, but you didn’t find it in yourself to care, so you just held onto him like your life depended on it. You didn’t want him to let you go.

“I wanna leave this place...” You mumbled.

“I think that’s understandable.”

“How’s Dani? Did you see her at all?”

He shook his head. “No.”

“I don’t want to leave without her. I gotta find her.” You wiped the leftover tears from your cheeks, standing up with along with Mark. “Will you come with us?”

Mark didn't expect you to ask that. “You want me to go with you?”

“I have a bad feeling about this place. I don’t want any one of us to stay here, but I want you and Dani to come with me at least. I...I still care about you too.” Mark blushed as soon as you said that, making you chuckle lightly. “Seeing those poor people die...I don’t want to live with regrets, I already have enough of those. I don’t want to give up on us without trying to make things work. I admit, I gave up on you too easily. I don’t want to do that again. Okay?”

Mark couldn’t help himself, he soon planted a passionate kiss on your lips. You smiled into the kiss, you weren’t afraid of opening yourself up to him anymore. You wanted him, you’ve always wanted him. It just took a rough wake up call to remind you of that.

You wrapped your arms around his broad shoulders, standing on your tip toes to meet his lips easier. You felt safe in his arms, him holding you so close that the world and the messed up situation you both were in seemed to fade away. But you knew you were limited on time. You both pulled away breathlessly, wearing smiles on your faces.

“I love you.” Mark said, shocking you. “What? Live life without regrets, right?”

You laughed softly. “Yeah, you’re right. I love you.”

“Now, let’s get outta here.”

~~~~~~~~~~

Yes, I left it open ended on purpose. I’d like to think that they escaped the Hårga. But if they didn’t, at least they’re together lmao.

Whenever I feel bad that Mark died in the movie, I just think to how he must’ve put up a fight since that cunt who led him away had a busted lip. Did he deserve it? Yes, probably. But...but...he was a cutie pie🥺

Also, I’m trying to write a fic with Kenny from We’re The Millers, but IT’S SO HARD. Kenny, in general, is hard to write since he’s so...well...himself. Another thing is that the plot is all over the place and my mind keeps bouncing between a bunch of ideas so, it’s literally starting to look like gibberish. But i’m trying

#midsommar #Mark (Midsommar)#mark x reader #im very tired

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