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joeys-babe · 4 months

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Joey B Imagines: Nonsense*

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Summary: A coupon book you give Joe for Christmas as a joke turns into you doing something completely out of your comfort zone.

Warnings: Smut

Pairing: Joe Burrow x reader

Imagine universe: Everlasting Love

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December 29, 2023

(y/n’s pov)

Sitting in bed, bored.

Seems like all I've been doing since I got back to Athens.

I missed Joe with every fiber of my being. I would give so much just to be able to reach out and touch his soft skin, his blonde locks, and feel the warmth his body emitted.

It was later in the night, ten o'clock.

Joe was probably asleep already, but he hadn't texted me yet saying goodnight.

Maybe he just got busy, I thought.

My thoughts started wandering. I was getting nervous about why Joe hadn't texted me all evening.

Almost as if he could read my mind before I got too worried, Joe texted me.

Hey, baby. You're prob asleep but I'm sorry I'm just getting to you now. I was over at Sam’s and my phone died. He was being a dick and wouldn't let me use his charger for some reason.

Anyways, goodnight, I love you.

I laughed slightly at his text, able to picture Sam arguing with Joe because he didn't want him using his charger.

I'm awake actually. Sam’s stupid btw, and I love you too.

Watching the bubbles pop up quickly, it was just a few seconds later when Joe texted back.

Since you're awake, wanna ft?

Sure!

Seconds later Joe’s name showed up on my screen and I immediately accepted the call.

I was met with Joe’s smiling face when the call connected. He was lying in bed shirtless, curls slightly wet while leaning against the headboard.

“Hi, baby.” - Joe grinned

Immediately, I recognized how deep his voice was. His voice generally dropped an octave when he was tired or aroused, and right now, I had a feeling it could be both.

“Hi, Joey. What are you up to?” - you

“Lying here in bed, thinking about you and how much I want you in this bed.” - Joe

After giggling at his admission, Joe continued.

“I was just thinking about your week here, and then I started thinking about sex… and that coupon book you gave me.” - Joe groaned

“You are insatiable, Joe.” - you giggled

“Fuck… I want you so bad right now.” - Joe

“Well, you're two hours away.” - you

“I swear, I'm always the horniest when you're away. It's like my dick’s betraying me.” - Joe

I absolutely snorted, laughing at his confession.

“I’m sorry it's like that and that I can't do anything to help you, baby.” - you

“Not your fault. I just can't stop thinking about you… and being inside of you.” - Joe

“If it makes you feel any better… I think about you all the time. Wish I could suck you off through Facetime.” - you giggled

“Shit, don't say that.” - Joe

“Why not?” - you grinned

“I’m getting super fucking hard right now. I'm just trynna wait for my hard-on to go away, but that's not possible if you keep saying things that make my dick twitch.” - Joe

“Boy, you're feeling very blunt tonight.” - you laughed

“Sorry… I know I get whiney when I'm horny. If I get too annoying just hang up.” - Joe

“You’re not being annoying. Not wrong about the whiney part, though. Like I said, if I could help you I would.” - you

Joe sat for a second, looking like he was deep in thought.

Out of nowhere, he got that ‘lightbulb!’ Look on his face and sat up on the bed with a grin.

“What if there was a way you could?” - Joe

“What are you saying?” - you

“Can I cash in a coupon virtually?” - Joe

I thought for a second. I mean, I didn't want to make him wait to use them just when I was in Cincinnati.

“Yeah, I guess.” - you

“Fuck yeah!” - Joe

Giggling at Joe as he fist-punched the air and did a little dance, I waited to see which one he wanted to use.

“Remember you can only use one a day.” - you

“Oh, I know. I only need one.” - Joe

“Which one do you want to cash in, baby?” - you

Joe flicked through the little booklet, trying to find the one he wanted.

“Ooo! I quote… extra sexy lap dance.” - Joe

I gave him a “what?” look but he only grinned devilishly. His tongue poked out as he bit down on it.

“Joe, how am I gonna give you a lap dance when you're two hours away?” - you laughed

“Just do it right here, on call.” - Joe

A few seconds of silence passed, his cheeky smile oddly convincing.

“Okay.” - you

“Yes!” - Joe yelled

“I’ll be right back, I have to change and grab my speaker.” - you

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I turned my camera back on once everything was set up. I already had a routine planned for a song and everything, but doing this over the phone would be so different.

Having to essentially dance and grind on my bed, pretending it was Joe.

“You ready?” - you

“So fucking ready.” - Joe

Pressing play on Nonsense by Sabrina Carpenter, I immediately started moving my hips in the most sensual way possible.

Just pretend you're in a club, performing for Joe.

Hearing Joe make a strangled noise gave me more confidence, he's enjoying this.

A few seconds later, I straddled the bed and started paying attention to the phone.

“Can I touch myself? Please?” - Joe

“Go ahead.” - you purred

Joe slid his hand down his pants and immediately wrapped it around his hard length.

“Fuck.” - Joe grunted

He was trying to match the movement of my hips with the slow pumps of his hand.

I could tell he was conflicted between closing his eyes or not. With his eyes closed, he could easily pretend it was my hand jerking him off, but he wanted to watch me.

A minute in, a third of the way through the song, Joe was moaning loudly.

“You… are so… goddam pretty.” - Joe groaned

Just a few seconds later, Joe abruptly pulled his hand out of his pants, and I heard the waistband snap against his stomach.

“I have to stop, I can’t cum yet…” - Joe breathed heavily

I stopped moving around, but Joe didn't like that one bit.

“Not you! Keep going, baby!” - Joe

Moments passed as I watched Joe bite on his lower lip, slowly rubbing over his bulge with his palm.

“Joe, there's a minute left of the song. You might wanna start back up.” - you

So he did. Joe immediately moved his hand back down his pants and pumped his cock faster than before.

“Good Girl, baby.” - Joe moaned

Joe’s head fell back as his chest started heaving, sweat dancing over his bare torso.

“Fuck! I'm gonna cum!” - Joe

“Joe, please take your shorts off. I wanna watch you.” - you

He immediately did my bidding.

I watched Joe lift his hips and pull his shorts down with one hand, never once letting go of his erection.

Joe grabbed his phone and brought it closer to his cock to give me a better view of one of my favorite parts of him.

“See what… you fucking- do to me?” - Joe

He was right. The entire shaft was beet red as his tip was wet from the precum constantly leaking out.

I watched his cock throb one last time before a loud moan left Joe’s lips, and he shot his load onto his hand and stomach.

“Shit…” - Joe hissed

Joe dropped his phone face down onto the bed, his screen was pitch black but I could still hear soft whimpers in his breath.

Pausing my music and getting under the covers of my bed, I got comfortable before checking on Joe.

“You okay, Joey?” - you

“Mhm. I'm just cleanin’ up.” - Joe

“Okay.” - you hummed

A minute later, Joe crawled into bed and picked up his phone.

One thing I loved about Joe was his post-orgasm expression. He always had this delirious smile with tired, hooded eyes.

“You want me to dance while you get off?” - Joe

“Babe, I love you, but I don't think head bobbing and the airplane is gonna help me out much in that department.” - you laughed

“What about my get the gat dance?” - Joe

I snorted when Joe formed a gun with his hand and did a little move with it.

“If you have the cigar, then yes.” - you giggled

Joe went to say something but when he opened his mouth the only thing that came out was a yawn.

“Noted.” - Joe finally said when his yawn was over

We just sat there for a moment, staring at each other with smiles on our faces.

“You seem pretty tired, baby.” - you

“After that orgasm? Yes. I don't think I've ever come that hard from jerking off.” - Joe

“It’s my effect on you, huh?” - you joked

“For real.” - Joe yawned again

“Goodnig-” - you

“Wait… can we just stay on FaceTime? I wanna fall asleep with you.” - Joe

“Of course.” - you

Butterflies erupted in my stomach as Joe placed his phone on the pillow next to his, the one I was sleeping on last week.

“Goodnight, y/n. I love you.” - Joe

“Goodnight, Joe. I love you too.” - you

A few minutes passed by and I heard his light snores through my phone speaker, causing me to smile.

I thought about hanging up, but instead plugged my phone in on my nightstand.

Though I wouldn't physically be falling asleep next to Joe, I knew he was with me.

And with him is where I wanted to always be.

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Authors note: I was super hyped to write this idk why 💀

Request for this fic; I kinda tweaked it but it's still generally the same idea!

Hope you enjoyed! 💕

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ameliora-j · 2 years

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I've been very unoriginal lately but Eddie saving your life and you finding a way to repay him.

cw: oral (m!receiving), sub!eddie, overstimulation, dom!reader, can be read as any gender!

° 𐐪𐑂 ♡ 𐐪𐑂 ₒ 𐐪𐑂 ♡ 𐐪𐑂 ₒ 𐐪𐑂 ♡ 𐐪𐑂 ° 𐐪𐑂 ♡ 𐐪𐑂 ₒ ° 𐐪𐑂 ♡ 𐐪𐑂 ₒ

it had been weeks since the last time you’d seen eddie… in person at least. he’d been the man plaguing your dreams since he’d fought off that swarm of bats and saved your life. you saw him do it every night and you needed to find a way to say thank you. after the eighth night in a row of that same horrible nightmare waking you up, you set out on your plan.

you pulled on a pair of short shorts to go underneath your three sizes too big t-shirt and pulled on your socks and a random pair of vans. you sifted through the drawers of your nightstand untill you found the small ziplock baggie of weed. you went down to your kitchen and baked some brownies then set on your way to your car.

° 𐐪𐑂 ♡ 𐐪𐑂 ₒ 𐐪𐑂 ♡ 𐐪𐑂 ₒ 𐐪𐑂 ♡ 𐐪𐑂 ° 𐐪𐑂 ♡ 𐐪𐑂 ₒ ° 𐐪𐑂 ♡ 𐐪𐑂 ₒ

when you arrived to the porch of the trailer and knocked, the numbers flashing on your watch in bright red read ‘3:29 AM.’ you internally cursed yourself, your why would eddie munson be awake at this hour? to your saving grace, the door cracked open. “yln?” eddie drawled out in a raspy, sleepy voice.

“sorry… i didn’t mean to wake you” you whispered, shooting him an apologetic frown. he merely shook his head and opened up the door wider for you to enter. upon entry into his trailer, you’d noticed that he was naked, save for a tight pair of boxers hugging his hips.

“sorry about that” he chuckled softly, cheeks tinging pink in embarrassment as he noticed your stare. “wasn’t expecting you at this hour.” he smiled, pulling on a robe and tying it to cover up his naked body. “what brings you here?” he smiled.

“nightmares” you answered honestly, biting your lip. “i keep… seeing those bats” you shook your head, tugging at your fingers. “they’re in my head all night and i just… i see you and i realized that” you sighed softly, gnawing at your lip once more. “i never said thank you.”

he smiled at you. he found the action heartwarming. you thought about him… seemingly almost as much as he thought about you. “so you brought me weed?” he asked with a teasing smirk.

“and brownies!” you announced, proud smile gracing your lips. “to thank you… for saving my life and all” you nodded.

“well how about you smoke this with me, hmm? seems like we both can’t get sleep” he offered, smiling as he held out his arm and led you to his bedroom.

° 𐐪𐑂 ♡ 𐐪𐑂 ₒ 𐐪𐑂 ♡ 𐐪𐑂 ₒ 𐐪𐑂 ♡ 𐐪𐑂 ° 𐐪𐑂 ♡ 𐐪𐑂 ₒ ° 𐐪𐑂 ♡ 𐐪𐑂 ₒ

three blunts and half a pan of brownies later, you and eddie laid sprawled on his bed. his eyes were lidded and red as cherries, your’s looked similar as you laid on his hip with his hand carded through your hair. “yanno…” he breathed after exhaling the long drag of his cigarette. “i can think of a million other ways you could’ve thanked me” he smirked teasingly.

“is one of them a blowie?” you taunted. his body flushed in embarrassment, skin searing hot as he cleared his throat. “i can feel it, eddie” you whispered. “i want it in my mouth” you mumbled, cupping the large bulge.

“m-mother of ozzy…” he stammered, looking up at you in complete adoration as you kneeled over his pale, lanky form. with shaky hands, he untied his robe and shrugged it off, leaving you to get to your work.

“look at this big cock” you hummed, mouthing over it through the fabric of his boxers. “all hard and wet, just for me, pretty boy?” you taunted flattening your tongue and lathing it over his cock through his boxers.

“god please…” he gasped. “sh-shut the fuck up before i bust” he begged. you laughed at how pathetic he was, yanking off his boxers and gripping his cock in a cold palm. the boy whimpered as you spit down onto the head. you moaned, watching it slide down the shaft of his cock and pool up around his thick, heavy balls.

you flattened your tongue, licking around his balls before popping one into your mouth. you sucked slowly at it, swirling your tongue around the fat globe as you slowly jerked his cock, squeezing him from base to tip. you repeated the action, giving the same attention to the other cum-filled ball before moving up and shoving his cock into your mouth.

“mother of ozzy…” eddie whined, gripping your hair tight in his fist and shoving your down further on his cock. he pushed your head untill your nose was buried in the dark tuft of curls at his pelvic bone and your were gasping and crying around his cock.

eddie whined and stammered above you as you hollowed your cheeks and began to bob your head. your mouth made obscene slurping and choking sounds on his cock as you sucked him off, and eddie was nearly crying in pleasure.

you reached up and began pinching and fondling with his balls, causing eddie’s toes to curl and his back to arch. you pushed his cock deep into your throat and swallowed around the head, causing eddie to explode. he whined, whimpered, and writhed on the bed, tears spilling down his cheeks as he thanked you over and over.

you laughed around his cock and kept sucking, moaning and swirling your tongue around his cock. “please please please” he whined, squirming and trying to push your head off. “please i already came” he sobbed out softly.

you pulled off of his cock, mouth making a small pop as you jerked off his cum-coated cock. “and you’re gonna cum again, pretty boy” you laughed. you shoved his cock back down your throat. you doubled down your efforts, your laughs vibrating against his cock as you milked him dry.

he sobbed as his next orgasm overtook him. you sucked until he finished and his legs were shaking weekly. you slurped at all the cum that didn’t make it into your mouth, slurping untill you had swallowed it all. “good boy” you smiled softly, placing a gentle kiss to his hip.

“th-thank you…” he whimpered.

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peachymilkandcream · 2 months

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Break Me Slowly|Part 29|Yandere Levi x Evelyn

(A/N: The finale goes up next week! Also for the art I saw this on Pinterest and thought of Evelyn and Levi, if someone knows the artist please either put it in my ask box or reply below and I'll credit them! Hope you enjoy!)

WARNINGS: noncon, dubcon, manipulation, domestic abuse, yandere themes, forced marriage, forced pregnancy, stockholm syndrome, violence, mind breaking, misogyny, etc.

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Levi didn't appreciate the call in the middle of the night from Erwin, the Commander had the habit of working late and forcing one poor sap to stay behind with him to run errands and messages.

The pounding on his door only increased his headache, he hadn't exactly been sober last night and the last thing he needed was some ass rubbing salt in his wounds.

Finally he emerged, a robe hastily thrown on as he ripped open the door. "Damn it man what do you want!? Don't you know what time it is? What could possibly have possessed you to be awake at this ungodly hour and bother people trying to sleep?"

The young man seemed shaken to his core, Levi had never seen him before so for his first encounter with the aloof Captain to be a rather forceful lecture the poor kid looked like he was about to piss his pants.

"Commander Erwin sir- he said it's urgent-" With shaking hands he extends an envelope, no doubt hoping to be rid himself of this terrifying man.

Levi takes it and nods for him to get lost. So he was right after all, after everything he'd done for Erwin he still felt like he had the right to order him around. Keep him on his toes. The smug bastard.

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Since her husband made no effort to be quiet, Evelyn woke up to his thrown clothes and a sore core mixed with an ungodly headache.

"Levi? What's going on what are you doing-"

"That bastard-" He huffs. "Erwin snapped his fingers and now I have to come running like a dog."

"And you just can't say no?"

"Of course not, now get up, you're coming with me, Furlan too."

"Why? You shouldn't be gone that long and it's so late-"

"Because we live in different times Evelyn! Lawlessness is running rampage and I can't just leave my defenseless wife and child." He marches over and slaps her on the rear, hard. "Now move your ass!"

Evelyn yelps and rushes to at least make herself decent, throwing on a dress and shoes while Levi left to get their child.

Once he returned he gave her a nod of approval. "Let's go, and you're going to be a good little wife who doesn't give me shit and talk back right? You've been doing well with your behavior, I'd let it continue if I were you."

"Yes Levi."

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Levi tapped his foot against the ground while he waiting for his commander to speak. Erwin had a habit of leading his soldiers on with news just to prove a point that he was in charge and they were not. Evelyn and child waited in his office down the hall, he wasn't sure how long this was going to take and he wanted her secure somewhere he knew inside and out was safe.

"I must say I'm a little hurt I wasn't invited to the christening Levi."

He fought the urge to roll his eyes. "It was just my wife and I, germs are a concern of mine you know, especially when my son took so much time to make."

"I suppose you have a point. How is the roll of fatherhood? Sleepless nights agreeing with you?"

"Look Erwin, I've given you what you wanted, more than what you wanted. So I suggest leaving my personal life alone before my wife and my support is suddenly withdrawn from you."

"Such a cold hearted thing to say to your friend, I must say I'm surprised."

"Bite me."

Erwin scoffs. "Still as rude as ever Levi. Guess all your fancy lessons and money don't account for breeding. You're still that Underground brat you've always been."

A twitch of the eyebrow signified Erwin had better choose his next words carefully. Not wanting an actually physical altercation the Commander lets up.

"I see Evelyn is coming around, well done."

"I told you she would, and yet you still sound surprised."

"You can't deny your first year being married has been normal by any means."

"Perhaps, but the point is she has. So happier than I've ever been. I have my wife and child."

"I guess you have everything you've ever wanted."

"Yes, yes I do. Thank you for noticing."

Erwin shakes his head in disbelief. "Unbelievable."

"Why did you call me here Erwin? And I know it's not for small talk."

"You're right, it's not. I know you appreciate bluntness so I'll get straight to the point." He pauses. "You know our current objective is to scout out the land and see what portion of it is unclaimed and can be claimed for Eldia correct?"

"As far as I'm aware yes."

"Well on one of these expeditions one of our ships was exploring an island off the coast of what was Marley, it was small but seemed to be totally void of human life. However as they explored they stumbled across what looked like a makeshift boat being built. For what purpose they weren't sure, until they found the human life."

Levi's eyebrows furrow. "Marley or Eldian?"

"This person was very much alive, surviving off of the fresh fruit on the island and planning on trying to cross the sea to come here. Even I can't believe the whole story."

"Erwin, answer me. Marley, or Eldian?"

The Commander sighs. "Eldian." He leans forward and places a pair of shattered glasses on the desk in front of Levi.

His breath catches in his throat. "This is some sick joke Erwin-"

"Thankfully for us both, it's not. Don't worry, she got a new pair recently."

"Erwin-"

"Hange's alive Levi."

As he opened his mouth to speak the door opened behind them, the same three eyes he's relied on for years stepping through.

"Hey there Levi, did you miss me?"

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reidsaurora · 1 year

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"Night Mama" ~ E. Prentiss

Summary: Just a cute lil blurb about Emily and her partner as new parents 🫶🏻

Pairing: Emily Prentiss x GN!Reader

Word Count: 623

Content Warning: very mild swearing, mentions of breastfeeding but nothing in detail, mentions of pregnancy, lmk if I missed anything!!

Genre: domestic fluff, what else would you expect from me

Extra Notes: this is one of the cutest things i've ever written and you can fight me if you say otherwise 😤 /j

Based On the Request: "How long has it been since you slept?" (requested by @lcvingprentjss)

Originally Written: 01/29/2023

Beta Read By: @lukeclvez

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It wasn't until I rolled over and felt that the other side of the bed was empty that I realized Emily wasn't there.

My heart raced with panic. What if one of the killers she's arrested has come back for revenge? I thought. Quickly, I decided I couldn't take any chances and reached over on the nightstand for my phone.

It wasn't until I had dialed up 9-1-1 that I heard soft coos coming from the baby monitor. Thank goodness I didn't press the call button. I let out a deep sigh of relief before forcing myself up from the bed and trodding off to the nursery.

A tired Emily blinked at me, her voice coated with a sleep-deprived drawl as she asked, "What are you doing awake?"

"I rolled over and you weren't there," I answered, reaching up to wipe the sleep from my eyes. "How long has it been since you slept?" I asked, noticing the purple underneath her eyes and her near inability to keep them open.

"Nearly five hours since I got a nap in but since I got a full night's sleep? Um, about three weeks. The last couple weeks of my pregnancy kicked my ass."

"Babe, three weeks?" I questioned before walking over to her, holding my arms out for the baby.

"No, it's fine, really. I have to get up and nurse her every two hours like clockwork, just like Dr. Beckett, and Dr. Reid, said. Besides, she just finished eating. All that's left is burping her."

"Then you give Lilly to me and get yourself to bed."

"But-"

"No buts, Emily. You are working so hard. I am so proud of you. I mean, your body just carried and made an entire human for ten months, you're healing from all the postpartum stuff, you've been trying to get back to work already. Thank God that JJ put an end to that idea."

I took a deep breath, sitting down on the ottoman across from her. "All those things are amazing, Em. But it doesn't make you any less of a mom if you ask for help sometimes. So please, let me take Lilly and you get to bed."

She let out a soft groan, but stood before placing Lillian in my arms and shuffling toward the door. "Please come get me if anything goes wrong."

I looked up at her with a raised brow. "Em, I love you, otherwise I wouldn't have married you, but respectfully, I will not be doing that."

She let out a soft huff but turned and headed down the hallway. I could've sworn I heard her snoring before she ever even passed the doorway.

"Come on, Miss Lillian. You think you can give me a big ol' burp, sweet girl?" I cooed, patting the baby on the back.

She was nearly a replica of Emily. She had her brown eyes, the same jet black hair Emily had before she stopped dyeing it, that same freckle on her shoulder that Emily never knew about until I told her. Lillian was just like her mother, beautiful and perfect in every way.

After about five minutes, Lillian finally burped, and just like her mother, she nearly fell asleep as soon as she was finished.

Upon reaching our bedroom, I spotted Emily, who had successfully made it back to bed, quiet puffs escaping her parted lips. I giggled at the sight before placing Lilly back into her bassinet on Emily's side of the bed, leaning down to give her a kiss on her nearly bald head.

I AM ABSOLUTELY IN LOVE WITH HOW THIS TURNED OUT, I LITERALLY CANNOT

I crawled into bed beside the sleeping lump of Emily, leaving a kiss on the exposed freckle of her shoulder. "G'night, Mama," I barely got out. "Sweet dreams."

I hope I wrote this as gender neutrally as possible. I actually imagined Emily having a sp*rm donor while writing this for some reason because I just love the idea of Emily going through lists upon lists and hating every sp*rm donor because she thinks they're all ugly (because she's a lesbian and hates men) so maybe I'll make a second part about that because I just absolutely love the idea of lesbian!Emily still wanting to be a mom and still wanting to do all the work 🥹

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highwaytothedangerzone502 · 2 months

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Foxtrot Alpha Alpha - Chapter 29

Pairing: Hangman x Female OC

Word Count: 2803

Warnings: Talk of death

Summary: Hangman learned his lesson a long time ago to never show his true feelings when someone's words or actions hurt him. To do so showed weakness that could be exploited, and Seresin men couldn't show weakness. Of course, there was an exception to every rule, and Jake's always came in the form of women, three in particular: his mom, Juliette Kazansky, and the girl whose name he could no longer bring himself to speak. She was the girl that got away; she was his biggest 'what if' and his biggest regret; she would forever be the ghost that haunted his dreams. Jake believed that's where she'd stay, for he would surely never see her again after what he did.

Or so he thought.

Notes: This is the sequel to India Lima Yankee; I'm using the same callsign for the Female OC as in Ghost Story because I just really like it, but they are different characters; chapters in italics are flashbacks.

Chapter Songs: Forever and Always Peter Pan

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Ghost

A pounding headache- stemming from her periodic sob sessions every couple of hours- kept the female aviator up most of the night. Even the ibuprofen she'd found in the kitchen at two in the morning barely dulled the pain, so Ghost turned off the alarm she'd set and suffered in silence, only rousing from her bed again at the sound of shuffling and a voice from somewhere within the house. She peeked into the hallway. No one there. She followed the noises to the kitchen and discovered Maverick on the phone; judging by the expression he wore, it wasn't necessarily the best conversation.

Ghost attempted to sneak away to give him privacy, but Maverick turned around just in time to see her. He smiled and bid goodbye to whoever he spoke to before hanging up and saying, "Morning. I didn't wake you, did I?"

"No, sir. I've been up. Everything okay?"

"Yeah, yeah, just got off the phone with Rooster. He said Jules had a bad night. After the hurling stopped, the nausea stayed, so they've barely gotten any sleep. He's trying to convince her to go to the doctor, but she's staying firm and-"

"Not going?" Ghost finished, nodding understandingly. "She's got her dad's stubbornness."

"Tell me about it," Maverick agreed with a chuckle. "Would you like any tea? I'm making some before I head to the hangar."

"The hangar?" Ghost repeated, tilting her head in curiosity.

"I own a hangar and plane out in the desert. Plane's due for some maintenance. I'd invite you to come with me, but I might have my head ripped off by Juliette if I take you to the hangar instead of having you go to her place. Rooster might also lose his head by spontaneous combustion if you don't calm him down. Usually, Jules can, but since she's the source of his stress at the moment-"

"Say no more. I'll need to head to my place first because I have to take care of a few things, and then I'll head over there."

"Rooster and I, and our heads, appreciate it. Let me finish up our tea, and then I can drive you over whenever you're ready."

"I can take an Uber. I don't want to delay you from going to the hangar."

Maverick waved a dismissive hand. "I'll get there when I get there."

Ghost nodded and sat at the table, patiently waiting for the tea. She wondered what to say to avoid the awkward silence settling over them, but he beat her to the punch. "Why were you awake so early?"

Ghost shrugged nonchalantly and said, "Couldn't stop thinking of my dad and my fight with Hangman. The little sleep I did get was sporadic. It'll probably be like this for a few weeks, but I'll be fine. I always am. Nothing some ice cream and wine can't fix."

At that, Maverick laughed. "No wonder you and Juliette get along so well. She says the same thing."

"I'm honestly not sure which of us said it first, but it's always stuck. I know she's looking forward to being able to have a drink again."

"Speaking of drinks, our tea is ready," Maverick said. "Do you want to drink it here, or do you want a to-go cup?"

"I'll take a to-go cup. That way, we can drink it in the car."

Something flashed in his green eyes, and unless Ghost was mistaken, she recognized it as disappointment. A pang of guilt struck her heart, but as much as she wanted to stay and talk to the captain, Ghost had things she needed to do. She grabbed her clothes from the night prior- now in a plastic bag for easy carry- and her purse before following Maverick out the door with her tea in hand. Ghost assumed they were heading to the Jeep but found herself pleasantly surprised when led to a motorcycle instead.

"That's a Kawasaki Ninja H2," Ghost observed with wide eyes.

Maverick grinned. "Unfortunately, it won't hold our drinks. Otherwise, we could take it. But when I return, you can take it for a spin."

"I can- you would-" Ghost sputtered in disbelief. "All right, but only if you take my Ninja ZX-4R for a spin so we can compare notes on the two."

"I knew you had a motorcycle, but I didn't realize it was a Kawasaki, too," Maverick said, his turn to be shocked.

"Yes, sir. My mom always had a soft spot for them, and it seems that trait passed to me."

"It's a deal then." Maverick grabbed a set of keys from a board in the back of the garage before heading to the Jeep. Ghost followed, but her gaze kept returning to the motorcycle until it was no longer visible.

They arrived at her apartment too quickly, and while Ghost put on a brave face for Maverick, her heart sank to her stomach at the thought of being alone again. He must've picked up on her hesitance because he said, "If you need anything, anything at all, give me a call, okay?"

"Yes, sir. Thank you for everything. It... it really turned my night around," Ghost confessed, opening the car door. She grabbed her things and bid the Captain goodbye. As she started walking away, Ghost turned on her heel and asked, "I hate to ask this of you, but would you be able to swing by Hangman's and check on him? And let me know if he's okay?"

"Of course." No hesitation. No questions. An indisputable amount of love and respect for him filled Ghost in that moment. Relieved, she told him graciously, "Thank you, Maverick."

Then Ghost went to her apartment. The Captain refused to drive off until he saw her safely inside. Ghost set down her stuff and turned on a light, staring at the immaculate space, save for the mugs residing at her kitchen sink, the only evidence two people had been here last instead of the standard one.

"I should've asked Mav to stay," Ghost mumbled to herself, shuffling to her bedroom. She plugged her phone into its charger and collapsed on her bed, texting Juliette and Rooster that she'd be over later after she got some stuff done at her apartment. Then she texted Jackie, asking her to call as soon as she was willing and able. Lastly, Ghost waited for Maverick to let her know about Hangman. He lived close by, so the response would come relatively quickly, but the ten minutes that dragged by were some of the longest in Ghost's life.

When her phone buzzed with an incoming message, she swiftly opened it to see who it was. The good news: it was Maverick. The bad news: he informed her he hadn't been able to get ahold of Hangman. Ghost sent off a "thank you" and groaned in dismay. Was Jake okay? Where was he?

Ghost's finger hovered over the call button for Hangman, a hairs' breadth away. She could try calling him, but most likely, he wouldn't answer. Besides, Ghost had given him such a final goodbye...

She exited out of the conversation and went to her contacts, calling someone else who could help. Someone who knew Hangman like the back of their hand.

"Hey, what's up?" Coyote answered on the third ring.

"Hey, where are you?"

"At the gym. Why?"

"When you get a chance, can you check on Jake? It's a long story, but-"

"I already know," Coyote said gently. "He didn't tell me much, but I can tell it's bad."

"How did you-"

"Juliette texted me last night. Not long after the fight happened, I think. Asked me to check on him."

For the second time in less than an hour, a pang of guilt struck Ghost's heart, much stronger and more brutal this time. Hangman had sent Juliette to check on Ghost immediately after the fight. Meanwhile, Ghost had waited until she couldn't bear the silence of her solitude- 12 hours later- to do the same, even after witnessing the pain in Hangman's eyes. She'd been so selfish in her pain...

"He's doing okay," Coyote continued, "if not a little more broody and quiet. Whatever he's feeling, he's taking it out on the poor punching bag. He's going to Captain America that thing if he keeps at it. How are you doing?"

"Had better days," she admitted, rubbing a stray tear off her cheek.

"I'm sure. And Ghost, I'm really sorry about your dad. Hangman told me that's why y'all disappeared for a few days."

Another tear rolled down her cheek, and Ghost struggled to keep her voice steady. "Thanks, Javy. It was- it was really unexpected, but I'm glad I had Jake there. I know things went to shit last night, but I'm still glad he was there with me."

"I haven't told anyone else. Figured you'd tell them when you were ready." "I appreciate it. If they ask, you can tell them, but I won't bring it up unless they ask. Not sure how I'd bring it up in normal conversation anyways."

"I get it," he said. Coyote started to say something else, stopped, then quietly asked, "Do you think y'all can come back from this?"

"I don't know," Ghost said, her voice cracking. "He won't tell me what I need to know so I can at least understand why he did what he did, and I can't figure out why. I keep thinking it's something I did-"

"It's not. That much, I'm positive about. Jake was screwed up after Ghoul's death. I mean, we all were, but he-" Coyote searched for the right words- "he was really messed up from it. I could never figure out how badly, just that it took a good year to get back a semblance of the Jake I knew before it."

"I wish he'd talk to me about it. If it gets the burden of whatever guilt he's carrying off his shoulders-"

"It'll happen. One day, it will."

"Hopefully sooner rather than later. If life's taught me anything lately, it's that you never know what tomorrow will bring, and God forbid something should happen to either of us, I don't want us to be at odds. Even if we come to a mutual agreement to be friendly acquaintances, I'll take that over whatever we are right now."

"I think he would agree. Listen, I should get back, but I'll text you in a bit to check in, okay?"

"All right. And Coyote, I'm sorry for dragging you into this mess. I hate the idea of you being in the middle of this."

"Don't worry about it, all right? Worry about me going on my date tonight."

Ghost rocketed upwards. "You have a date?"

"Yeah. A cute girl gave me her number a while ago, and, well, here we are. I'll tell you about it if it goes well. Or I'll call you if I need an escape."

"I'm sure it'll be fine, but I'm here if you need me. I'll talk to you later." Ghost hung up and sighed, a soft smile tugging on her lips at the idea of Coyote going on a date. She was beyond happy for him to be putting himself out there and prayed it turned into something bigger and better for him.

Ghost pushed herself up and went to the living room, taking her phone and charger. She planned on some retail therapy- specifically books- when her gaze drifted to the guitars on her wall, namely, the dark blue one hanging above them all. The oldest, most sentimental in her collection.

Forever and always.

The words echoed repeatedly in her head. Hangman couldn't have meant them. Not truly. Not if he couldn't give her the one kernel of truth she desperately needed to hear. Anger swelled in her chest, and she tugged the guitar down. Setting up her phone, Ghost strummed a few notes, getting into the frame of mind for the song screaming to be sung. Once she memorized the lyrics, Ghost strung the first note, her voice ringing out crystal clear. She started out calmly, keeping her emotions in check, but when she hit the chorus, the dam burst as she sang with her wounded heart: "And I stare at the phone, he still hasn't called, and then you feel so low you can't feel nothing at all, and you flashback to when he said forever and always. Oh, oh, and it rains in your bedroom, everything is wrong. It rains when you're here, and it rains when you're gone. 'Cause I was there when you said forever and always..."

After that, the song came out much more angrily than Ghost intended, but by the end of it, all the bravado and fury had disappeared, and with her voice barely holding together, a fresh wave of tears threatening to hijack her video, Ghost finished softly: "You said forever and always."

She stopped the video and leaned back on her couch, the melody and singing having acted as a sort of catharsis to voice her feelings. Most of her followers hadn't pieced together that her recent postings had been related to her emotions lately because they hadn't for the past few years. Only when Ghost had started the account after Ghoul's death- a coping mechanism for losing both her WSO and Hangman- had the songs been linked to her feelings. Otherwise, all the songs had simply been ones she loved and enjoyed belting out to. Only those who knew Ghost was behind the account would see the shift, understand the significance behind each video, meaning Juliette, Rooster, Jackie, and Wolfie. No one else, not even Coyote, Hangman, the Daggers, or Charlie, knew the account was owned by Ghost, and she intended on keeping it that way. If they did somehow, they kept it a secret from her.

Ghost fiddled with her Naval Academy ring while posting the video. Two familiar people instantly liked it: Princess86 and NotJacobBlack. Also known as Juliette Kazansky and Wolfie. The former left no comment, probably because she would be seeing Ghost later in the day, but the latter commented: Do I need to send wine and ice cream to you? I'd bring it myself, but it's hard being overseas.

Ghost chuckled, liked the comment, and replied: Just wait to bring it when I see you next!

The second she replied to Wolfie, another like came in by QueenJ_5_30. Another second later, the person's name flashed on Ghost's screen, demanding to FaceTime.

"Hey, Jackie," Ghost answered, setting her guitar aside.

"Spill," Jackie ordered.

Ghost shook her head. "I'd rather not get into it."

"So that heart-wrenching song you just posted has nothing to do with why you wanted me to call?"

"Not in the slightest, actually," Ghost said matter-of-factly. "I need your help with something, and it's going to sound absolutely batshit crazy."

"Dealing with batshit crazy is my specialty, and I could use a distraction. What's up?"

"So, you're really good at finding things that people don't want you to-"

"Yep, it's why I got hired for my job. Why?"

"I need you to look into something for me. I need you to find out exactly when Mom and Dad went on their break before I was born."

"Oh, I can tell you that now. It was late May, early June the year before. Why?"

"I'm not going to ask why you knew that off the top of your head. Give me a sec." Ghost did some calculations in her head and felt the color drain out of her face. "Jackie- oh God, I can't believe I'm asking this right now- do you know if Mom had an affair during that time?"

"I'm sure I could find out, but why? You keep avoiding that question. Why do you need to know this?"

Ghost took a deep breath, forcing herself not to jump to conclusions. Still, Jackie had to understand Ghost's motivations. "Because I learned that when she and Dad went on their break, Mom dated Maverick for those two weeks she was away."

"And?"

Pinching the bridge of her nose, Ghost simply said, "Jackie, do the math."

The elder Blackwood narrowed her eyes at her little sister, but Ghost could see the gears turning in her head. It didn't take long for Jackie to catch on. "Oh my God. You think- are you-"

"I don't know, and that's what I need your help finding out. I don't want to ask him and stir up trouble without more concrete evidence, and I don't want to ask Mom because we just lost Dad and-"

Jackie held up her hand to cut off her sister and said, "Say no more. I'm on it. Give me a week."

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fatherramiro · 8 months

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19, 21, 29? please and thank you!

thank you!!!

19. Give us a small teaser from one of your WIPs.

ooooh going to shake things up a bit and go from the next chapter of come home with me

Another tense silence descended over the room. Daniel sank down onto the bed in the room, exhaustion hanging heavy on his shoulders. Ángel wondered how many loops he’d endured, and if he knew that he’d die in the process of saving his wife and everyone else trapped. He knew very little about the man, even less than he knew about Dr. Franklin. But he was his only hope now. Daniel looked at Ángel. “Did she warn you about getting lost?” Ángel nodded. “I told her not to wake me up if it came down to it.” Understanding and sympathy flickered in Daniel’s eyes, along with a renewed determination. “We’ll wake him up. You have my word.”

21. Have you ever deleted an entire scene after spending hours laboring over it? If so, why?

Yes in a way - I definitely have scrapped fic concepts/saved them for later or a different fic after spending hours on it. Mostly because I just know that it isn't something I can truly do justice to in that moment and I want to make sure that if its a concept I like that I can find a place for it that serves it better!

29. Share a bit from a fic you’ll never post OR from a scene that was cut from an already posted fic. (If you don’t have either, just share a random fic idea you have that you don’t plan on getting to.)

This is a scene from a now deleted draft of chapter four of though my soul may set; I've been working on finding a better way to continue the plot than this particular opening. Under a cut for length!

“You have to believe me.”

Daniel had long since grown tired of saying those words. He’d grown even more tired of no one listening.

At least with Eyk Larsen on his side, things had become marginally easier. It hadn’t been easy, at first, to convince the man of what was happening. Daniel still wasn’t happy that he’d had to use Maura as a way to convince him. Observing them through the loops as they grew closer and closer hurt, but at this point, there were few options. Once Ciaran realized Maura was awake — and certainly he had by now — he would do as much as he could do damage both the Prometheus and those still trapped in the simulation.

The only passengers who were left were the sleepers themselves. Daniel surveyed their faces in the wake of the others leaping from the ship to their deaths. All of them looked terrified and exhausted, and Daniel’s heart ached for them all. No matter how many times he endured the loops, his empathy never wavered.

Elliot stood at his side, and Daniel longed to comfort him. His son had returned to him the day before, re-appearing in the dining room and startling the passengers. Elliot had said nothing, just run into his father’s arms and held him tightly. He wouldn’t speak about what he’d seen, except to flinch away in fear from Sebastian. The other man had stared at him with unmasked hatred, and Daniel knew that any attempt at pretending they were on the same side was over. Sebastian had vanished in the wake of the passengers and crew jumping overboard, but Daniel knew he was most likely lying in wait to try and stop him once more.

The survivors were gathered on the ship’s bridge, and the absence of those they cared for had never been more pronounced. Krester, or rather Christopher, hovered with the family the simulation had assigned to him, and pointedly did not look at Ángel. Lucien was hunched in a corner, hands tucked into his pockets as if he could hide the tremors. Olek stood close to Yuk Je, as if they could speak the same language and knew who they were missing. All of them were watching Daniel with varying degrees of confusion and distrust.

It was Ángel who spoke up, as he had before. Without Ramiro here to balance him out, he was more prone to outbursts. “Believe what? That our world isn’t… isn’t real? You can’t honestly expect us to believe…”

“Then explain everything that’s been happening,” Eyk responded, voice harsh.

Ángel scoffed, but said nothing in response. Daniel noticed how his face was pale and drawn despite his bluster.

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TickleTober Day 29: Midnight

~A/N - WE LOVE HEARTSTOPPER IN THIS HOUSEHOLD!!! Anon request part more-than-three-I've-lost-count-at-this-point-lol

Can I request #29 which is “midnight” for the whole Heartstopper gang? So what if during a sleepover with the whole gang, they make it a competition to see who can stay awake past midnight. Whoever falls asleep first may be blessed with a wholesome group tickle attack?

Super hyped for the don't fall asleep first thing that's adorable and super on-brand. I kinda went a slightly odd direction with this but it still worked out I think... I hope...

You'll see

- Enoy! ~

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"Tao!" Elle said without warning, completely taking the attention off the movie. "Again?! Really?!"

The gang had been watching movies together for a few hours now, and while most people were enjoying the variety of snacks or hooked on the screen in front of them, Tao just could not stay awake.

"You try looking this good all day at school, you'd be tired too." He grumbled, half rolling over to go to sleep again.

Isaac laughed. "Careful, we might give you the Charlie treatment if you fall asleep again."

Charlie blushed, hiding his sides in reflex. He had had that 'treatment' one too many times, giggles were already bubbling in the base of his throat.

Not that he minded or anything though, he actually kind of liked getting tickled. Especially by his closest friends (and now his boyfriend too).

Speaking of, Nick had seen Charlie's faint blush appear on his cheeks, and decided to capitalize on it.

"Yeah, first to fall asleep tonight gets tickled to pieces." He grinned, sneakily poking Charlie in the ribs. "Especially if it's before midnight."

As soon as Nick issued the challenge, every member of the group sat upright and removed any possible sources of comfort that could lull them to sleep.

Well, almost everyone.

Charlie was now urging every inch of his body to send himself into a deep slumber. Slumping against Nick's side, pulling a blanket over himself, even closing his eyes when he thought nobody was looking.

Unluckily, one person always had their eyes on Charlie, and was watching each and every move he made to try and fall asleep.

"Aw Char," Nick cooed in his ear, quiet enough that nobody but Charlie could possibly hear, "if you want tickles you could just ask."

Charlie just snuggled closer into his boyfriend, making a few embarrassed squeaks as he did. The squeaking only got louder as Nick started clawing his fingers gently into Charlie's ribs. When the giggly boy didn't try to fight him off, Nick let his hands slide down to Charlie's hips.

"Nihihick!" Charlie giggled, pressing his burning cheeks into the hoodie beneath him.

"Oh you want tickles soooo bad, huh?" Nick grinned, bending down to whisper in Charlie's ear. "You're gonna have to try harder than that to sleep if you want your friends to wreck you."

Charlie let out a flood of flustered noises and squeaks of protest, and Nick smirked through every single one. But, with him being a great boyfriend and all, he decided to leave Charlie to actually try to sleep so he could get what he so desperately wanted.

It had been about half an hour since the punishment was set, and Charlie's hyper little tickle-craving brain would not shut up about all the possible scenarios that could occur if he fell asleep.

Unfortunately, all that thinking kept him awake. And the movie was swiftly interrupted by a few shrieks from Tao.

"WAKE UP SLEEPYHEAD!" Elle giggled as she tickled the life out of the recently woken man. "You know the ruuuules!"

"WHAT NO ELLE!?" Tao yelped, twisting from side to side. "STAHAP!"

Isaac and Nick quickly joined in on the fun, poking hands and prodding fingers at any ticklish spot they could reach. Charlie, after a moment of mild disappointment, decided he might as well attack his friend too.

While he loved being on the receiving end, it was still fun to annoy his friends (and possibly prompt payback).

"NONONO STAHAHAP I CAHAN'T!" He begged, hands slapping around him in the hopes of escaping.

"Oh come on Tao, it can't be that bad!" Charlie joked. But as he continued to tickle his friend, he realised everyone else had stopped.

"Oh my god!" Elle laughed. "He's insanely ticklish!"

"Really Char?" Elle said with a teasy smile. "We all know how weak you get with tickles."

Charlie blushed, sheepishly curling in on himself.

"Wait..." Tao said after catching his breath, looking at Nick. "Do we all know?"

Charlie tried to get the words out that yes, Nick knew exactly how ticklish he was, exactly where to tickle, and exactly how to tickle him best, but he couldn't even begin his sentence before-

"What?!" Nick gasped with overdramatic flair. "Charlie's ticklish??"

Charlie tried to argue, tried to back his way out of an obviously oncoming attack. But nothing helped.

"How did you not realise?" Isaac asked, grinning. "Practically anything will set him off."

"Oh really?" Nick smirked. "Like what?"

Tao grinned. "Oh you'll see."

The movie was long forgotten after that point, as was the challenge to stay awake past midnight.

After all, it would be rather difficult to sleep with a hysterically giggly Charlie next to you.

#fic #mine #tickletober2022 #tickletober day 29 #ALMOST DONE OMG #TICKLETOBER IS NEARLY COMPLETE

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sxtaep · 2 years

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OFF THE TABLE - KTH | seven (m)

↬ synopsis: a horrific case from 1993 has resurfaced 29 years later, leaving kim taehyung & mei yuna to argue in favour of the public to keep the defendant in jail. the only problem? the pair despise each other.

pairing — taehyung x female oc

genre — fluff, angst

word count — 4.3k

chapter warnings/tags — very domestic, kissing (just a little bit), past exes, oc’s mom lowkey fancies taehyung, sexual innuendos, some hostility, childhood trauma, mentions of abuse, mentions of mistreatment, overall a little sad for taehyung :(

a/n: this is a taehyung love club !

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A few hours later, Yuna woke up in a cold sweat. She looked to her side for her phone, checking the time just to see it was 4am. She had a huge headache and she felt extremely hot. Taehyung was still sound asleep and she did her best to get out of bed without waking him. Thankfully, she succeeded but almost stumbled as she stood on her feet. She threw on her robe and quietly made her way downstairs for some water.

Taehyung would roll to his other side, hugging the duvet closer to himself, still asleep, but something would tick him awake. He then almost immediately opened his eyes and looked around without moving his body.

The shuffling outside of the room was enough to let him know that she was probably going down because she was hungry. He huffed quietly and just laid there, waiting for her to come back.

Yuna stepped into the kitchen, heading straight to her little medicine cupboard above her toaster, opening it and stretching her arm up to grab the box, however she struggled. The box was too far deep in the cupboard, so she had to try and use her fingertips to inch the box closer to her.

Losing control, the plastic box fell on the counter, causing a pretty loud thump, making her jump.

Hearing this, Taehyung would jump out of bed and run downstairs in a panic. As he stepped in the kitchen and saw her all good and well and let out a sigh of relief.

"Can't sleep?"

She looked back at him over her shoulder, her hands scattering to collect the sprawled out boxes of pills.

"Something like that," she replies, shrugging it off.

Taehyung frowned and stepped closer to her, gently placing the back of his hand against her forehead.

"Baby, you're warm."

"Yup, I feel it too, I feel like I'm in an oven," she grumbles, popping the tablets into her mouth and gulping down some water. "Maybe I got food poisoning, I don't know.."

Letting out a heavy sigh, he pulled her into a hug, giving her a kiss on top of her head. "If you don't feel better in the morning, I'll take you to the doctors.

Yuna leans her head against his chest and nodding. "Gosh, this just had to happen at the worst time. We could be getting the date of the hearing anytime now. Imagine it's this week? Fuck, I'm gonna have to call in sick in a few hours."

"Let's just hope you get better. If you don't, I'm pretty sure Giana and I will make it work for all of us." He pet her hair, kissing her head again. "Wanna try and fall asleep again? Maybe it will help?"

"Yeah.. I don't think I'll be able to sleep in my room, it's too hot in there. I'll stick to the living room couch," she tells him with a small smile, patting his shoulder and walking past him with a glass of water in hand, taking it to the living room.

Upstairs was always warmer than downstairs, and seeing as she was already burning, with barely anything on her body, the best choice would be to stay downstairs.

"You can go back upstairs.."

Taehyung frowned again, following behind her into the living room, "I wanna stay with you, to make sure everything is alright."

His concern for her made her feel all warm inside. She rested her head on his shoulder, looking straight ahead. "I'm not a child you know. I've been sick before. It's nothing I can't handle," she boasts, trying to lighten the mood. "But.. I appreciate it," she finally says with a sigh.

He smiled softly, wrapping an arm around her shoulders, pulling her to his side. "Is it just a fever? Or do you feel like it's something else?"

"I'm not sure.. it might just be a fever since I feel like I'm burning up. I should be fine in a few days though," she tells him reassuringly, smiling lazily and closing her eyes for a few seconds to see if she could fall asleep.

Taehyung nodded and he kissed her head yet again. He noticed she was trying to sleep again, so he remained silent.

Yuna fell asleep within a few minutes with Taehyung by her side, indicated by her light snores. Normally when she got sick like this, she'd be a mess; fidgeting and moving about, struggling to sleep. It seemed that just his presence itself could make her feel a hell of a lot better.

Taehyung just sat there, watching her sleep peacefully. After a couple minutes, he fixed her a bit, moving to lay her down properly on the sofa, whilst he got up to sit on the carpet.

He couldn't take his eyes off her, her symptoms were physically visible and he didn't want her getting more ill.

When morning came, Yuna was still lying on the sofa. Assuming he was next to her, she had a look around, not seeing him anywhere until she looked down to see him fast asleep on the floor. She carefully knelt down onto the floor, brushing her hands through his hair to wake him up. "Tae.. you're gonna be late for work," she whispers in his ear.

Taehyung rubbed the tiredness off his eyes, slowly waking up after some struggle. He turned his gaze on her with a soft smile. "Feeling better yet?" He stretched, his arms above his head, hearing his bones crack in the process. His back was pain due to the uncomfortable position he fell asleep in.

"Yeah, somewhat better," she places her hand under his back, pushing him to sit up. "You're so silly, you should've just slept with me on the sofa. There was more than enough space," she scolds him, rubbing his back.

Taehyung stood up to fix his clothes and look at the clock on the wall. "Shit, it is pretty late. I don't even have time to go home and change.." Letting out a heavy sigh, he fixed his eyes on her again, his smile making a comeback. "I'll let sir know that you're sick, so don't worry about that."

Yuna nodded and flashed him a small smile, standing up along with him and placing a small kiss on his cheek. "Are you going home after work or will you be coming back here?"

"I'll probably go home to grab some clothes, but if you don't mind, I want to stay here and take care of you." He wrapped his arms around her to pull her into a hug, as he rest his chin on the top of her head.

"Yeah, no that's perfectly fine.." His words definitely sparked something inside of her, making her feel all 'lovey dovey' inside and have her heart racing. She smiled to herself and looked up at him with so much adoration, she seriously looked like she was in love.

Taehyung would come back to her house after several hours, wearing a simple pair of black dress pants and a grey sweater, his gym bag full of clothes over his shoulder. He locked his car, putting the keys into the bag and gently knocked on the door, fixing the bag on his shoulders. His hair was damp as he just got out of the shower.

Yuna opened the door for him with a smile. Yikes, it felt like she was waiting for her husband to come home.

"I could open the door to this everyday," she laughs softly, eyeing his wet hair and his choice of attire. She moves aside to let him in and close the door behind him. "How was work? I hope it wasn't too hectic."

As soon as he entered, he dropped his bag to the floor and pulled her into a very long kiss, one hand tenderly cupping her cheek as he made her stumble back into the house. Oh, he was latched onto her. The kiss was so long, he was close to just eating her face off, but he couldn't let that happen at the front door, so he finally pulled away, out of breath and smiling down at her.

"It wasn't too bad, but I missed you so much."

How could he respond so casually like he didn't just have his tongue down her throat. Yuna was still recovering, clearing the throat, "I missed you too. I didn't realise how boring it would be being alone."

Yuna left his side and went and sit on the sofa, looking at him expectantly for a few seconds hoping he'd follow, before her phone started ringing on the table. Her screen lit up, seeing it was her mother that called.

"Hey mom," she says with a sigh, leaning against the sofa. It was typical of her mother to be such a chatterbox.

"I've got a pretty bad fever but I can handle it, you really don't need to come over—" her mother's words over the phone cut her off, insisting she come and take care of her daughter, which Yuna was not allowed to refuse.

"I hope that wasn't an ex of yours that was calling you," he heard her talking to someone, but didn't hear good enough to know who it was.

"It was actually my mother. She was just checking up on me, then I told her I was sick and now she's gonna be here in the next 5 minutes." Talk about her mother only had her realising that this would be the first time Taehyung would be meeting her, and they weren't even in a relationship.

His eyes shot wide open, as he took his time to understand her words.

"I'm aware this will be your first time meeting my mother, but don't worry, she's really easy going and fun."

When it finally hit him, he ran to the door and grabbed his bag, then quickly ran upstairs. "And I look like a complete mess!"

Yuna didn’t have the physical abilities to chase after him, so she let him do what he must for a couple minutes before a knock was heard at the front door,!indicating her mother had arrived. Taehyung was rushing to try and look presentable but honestly, it didn't matter. He could waltz around naked and he'd still look good.

She huffed and headed for the door, opening the door to be engulfed by her mother's open arms.

"Yuna! Are you doing okay?" the older woman frets, squeezing Yuna in her arms and pulling away, her hands reaching up to touch her face.

Taehyung could hear the older woman as he changed into a polyester white button up shirt, leaving the first few buttons undone, exposing his tatted chest a little. He huffed and went back downstairs, forgeting to dry his hair.

Whilst walking down the stairs, he fixed his rings, making sure they wouldn’t slip off his finger, as he called out to her, "Yuna, have you seen my—?" He stops abruptly, finally being in the presence of her mother.

Yuna met eyes with him over her shoulder, not having enough time to appreciate his outfit. "Seen your..?" she trails off, waiting for him to finish his sentence but he didn't seem to budge.

"Honey.. what is Mr Kim doing in your house?" she asks, staring at the man on her staircase in awe.

Mrs Mei knew him?

Of course she did, Taehyung was all Yuna would complain and bitch about everyday after work, and no matter how much hate she expressed about the man, her mother would always find ways to make him seem better than he actually was. The term 'handsome' would be thrown about quiet a lot by the older woman.

"Ah, hello there."

Yuna was just waiting for her mother to freak out, and it happened a few seconds after Taehyung came down. Her mother let go of Yuna and threw her arms around him, gushing over the fact her 'handsome' work colleague was in her house. "Oh, Mr Kim! How are you doing? You shouldn't be standing, come come, sit," her mother ushers him towards the sofa, leaving Yuna dumbfounded at the door.

Taehyung didn't know how to feel. Looking over his shoulder at his girlfriend, he forced a tight smile, before turning around to face her mother, sitting down on the sofa beside her.

"I'm fine, thank you, but please, call me Taehyung. I'm also sorry for being here whilst you're visiting your daughter, but she's sick and I wanted to take care of her. Apologies for any intrusion."

The shock on her mother's face was understandable. "Yuna! You never told me Taehyung was your boyfriend!" she gushes, gesturing for her daughter to come and sit behind her, which she hesitantly obliged to, taking a seat next to her mother. "Um, mom.. he's not my boyfriend yet.." she whispers to her, hoping she'd understand and keep her mouth shut.

Taehyung's ears would perk up at her words and immediately frown, raising a brow as he leaned back catch a glimpse of the girl from behind of her mother.

"Oh, I'm not?"

She smiles nervously at Taehyung, her eyes gesturing towards her mother and bringing a finger up to her lips for him to stay quiet. Her mother didn't notice since her full attention was on her coworkers. She didn't want to tell her mother she and Taehyung were in a relationship just yet, for the sake of her own being. Her mother would probably go into cardiac arrest if she got told now so suddenly.

He immediately understood, yet him being himself, he showed a huge smirk and rested his back on the sofa, as his hands landed on his thighs. "That's not what you were saying last night.."

Her mother snapped her head towards Yuna, who couldn't do anything but narrow her eyes at the man.

"Excuse me?"

Taehyung would simply shrug as he got up and fixed his shirt, still sporting that god-forsaken smirk of his, "I didn't know you call someone you have sex with a ‘friend’, but alright." He then acted all innocent, as he turned his gaze to her mother with a smile. "I'll make us some tea, how about that?"

Without waiting for an answer, he disappeared, walking to the kitchen.

Her mother turned around to look at Yuna in complete shock. The older woman was going to question it, but Yuna stopped her, getting up from the sofa and and following him into the kitchen.

"If you're gonna say something like that, you should've at least said it correctly.." she mumbles, standing behind him. "We didn't have sex, I sucked you off," she whispers, hoping her mother wouldn't hear.

"You are acting as if me fucking you in your office didn't happen, baby," he winks at her, making a start on the tea.

"My mom doesn't need to know that.." she rolls her eyes with a knowing smile and backs away from him, standing beside him and leaning against the counter.

"Shouldn't you go to your mother? It's pretty rude to leave your guest alone," he raises an eyebrow at her, carefully pouring the steaming hot water into the mug.

Yuna rolls her eyes and heads out of the kitchen and back into the living room, thankful her mother was still on the sofa and not wandering around. "Taehyung is almost finished with the tea.." she tells her, taking a seat next to her.

"Honey, you know you can tell me if he's your boyfriend right?"

Of course she knew, she trusted her mother more than anyone else in the world. "Okay.. so he is my boyfriend.."

Oh, the smile on her mothers face was to die for "How long have you guys been dating?"

Before Yuna could give her an answer, Taehyung was making his way into the living room with a hot cup of tea in hand, handing it to the older woman, who carefully took the fine china from him, so as to not spill the beverage onto herself.

Her mother briefly thanked him and took a small sip, making sure not to burn her tongue in the process.

"You make a very good cup of tea Taehyung," her mother praises, showing him an appreciative smile. "I hope Yuna isn't forcing you stay and look after her. I'm sure you've got a lot of work to do."

Taehyung cocker a brow at her words, his eyes moving back and forth from Yuna and then to her mother. He frowned and cleared his throat, "What do you mean by that? Why would she be forcing me?"

Was it obvious he was growing a little tense?

"Oh it's nothing bad! Her last boyfriends usually wouldn't be around whenever she was sick, so I'd always come over and take care of her. This is the first time a boyfriend of hers has ever voluntarily took care of her," her mother gushes, rubbing Yuna's back gently, who smiled awkwardly ahead upon being reminded of her shitty exes.

"Ah, I see.." He then cleared his throat again, feeling bad for judging her mother too soon; he was getting mad at the lady and already got his guard up. He then shook his head, trying to get rid of the guilt in his stomach. "Well? I'm not one of her exes and I don't plan on being one anytime soon. If she feels sick or needs me here with her, I shall be here with her and for her."

Either Yuna was hearing things, or she was smiling like an idiot for no reason. Everything he said was making her heart race and her insides feel warm and giddy, and it seemed like her mother had the same reaction.

"Ah.. We'll I'm glad. On a completely different note, I should probably get going. I only came over to check on Yuna, thinking she was alone, but thankfully she's in safe hands, so thank you for that, Taehyung." Her mother stands up, grabbing her bag and heading to the door.

Now it was just Taehyung and Yuna stood at the door. She let out a sigh of relief, thankful their first meeting went a lot smoother than she had expected.

"You good, Tae?”

"No, not really,” he responds dismissively, walking past her back to the living room and sitting down on the sofa with a huff.

He was too quick to jump to conclusions with Mrs Mei. Taehyung had to stop thinking that just because his mother was a bad person, it meant every mother was just as bad.

Yuna hesitantly followed after him, taking a seat next to him. "Do you mind.." she starts, tugging at her bottom lip, deciding on whether she should ask such an intrusive question. "Do you mind telling me about your mother? I mean you don't have to, I understand she may be a sensitive topic for you to get in to."

Taehyung would sigh, looking down at the rings adorning his finger and fidgeting around with them.

"No, it is fine. I guess you should know about my past if we're planning to spend our near future together."

Hearing him mention the pair spending their lives together popped another thought in her mind. So far, things were going so well with their relationship, she didn't stop to think about her plans for the future with him.

Were they serious serious about this?

She brushes her thoughts away to the back of her mind, focusing herself on him.

He cleared his throat, turning his gaze on her, and showing her a slight smile. "Just— please, do not feel bad for me. The last thing I need is pity."

Yuna nods quickly, knowing well she'd still feel pity for the man whether he liked it or not.

Taking a deep breath, he nodded, scratching his prickly chin, "Well.. My parents always wanted to have a son. My father owned a firm, similar to the one we work in, and thought only his lawyer son could inherit it. They didn't have any luck the first time around, having my older sister, Imelda."

In all the years she'd known Taehyung, she had no idea he had an older sister, and quite frankly, she couldn't really imagine it.

"So they tried once again and, much to my dismay, they had me. They believed that I was perfect for their sick plan of fitting me into their dreams, but I wasn't doing great at school. I prefered spending time with my sister, y'know, cooking and playing with dolls, instead of studying everyday and going to the firm with my father."

Yuna could only nod intently at his words. Understanding how difficult it must've been to grow up and being forced to live your parents' dream was not an easy one.

"After some time, they understood I wasn't the perfect son they imagine me to be," he swallows loudly, hesitating to mention the worst bit, not really wanting to hit her with something that would definitely leave a scar on her mind. It did explain how he ran away and came here after being almost being forced to partake in an arranged marriage.

She squeezed his hand a few times, noticing the concern and worry in his eyes, reassuring him that he could continue.

Taehyung was still hesitating to go on, and he couldn't face Yuna, not after the bombshell he's about to drop on her, so he turned away from her, resting his back on the sofa and throwing his head back to avoid her eyes.

"My father would beat me for any little mistake I made and I was treated worse than his guard dogs. If I got a bad grade, they didn't let me have dinner and if I retaliated or even tried to run away, I'd be stuck in a state of constant fear, not knowing what he'd to do me next. And that wasn't even the worst part," Taehyung pauses, taking a moment to himself to collect his thoughts.

"My mother would stand there and watch. She wouldn't even try to stop him.”

Honestly, Yuna was in disbelief. You'd only ever hear about parents mistreating their kids on the news, but it certainly hit her a lot harder knowing that he was subjected to such treatment. What's worse was she couldn't even do anything to console him since he refused to accept her pity.

"Are you.. still in contact with your parents..?" she asks quietly.

"They haven't contacted me since I ran away. I only keep in touch with my sister, but I hear they're in the city right now. My mother is from around here and I heard from Imelda her father finally died."

Finally?

"Don't you think you should pay your mother visit? I mean, it's probably the last thing you wanna do, but maybe some catch-up with her would help?"

Taehyung sighed for what felt like the tenth time, as he hid his face in his hands. "I don't know. I'm still mad at her for everything."

She hums and leans back against the sofa with him. "Maybe.. your mother had no choice? You haven't heard both sides of the story so you should sit down and get some answers, don't you think?"

Yuna had a point. Taehyung was pinning a lot of the blame on his mother, maybe his father was hurting her too?

"Yeah, I think you're right," he concludes, standing up from the sofa, "I'll call my sister and ask if our mother is here, and if she is.." he bit down on his bottom lip, looking over at her, as he hid his hands in his pockets, fidgeting with his fingers.

"...You think you can come with me? I really don't feel like confronting her alone."

She stands next to him, the pity she'd been trying to hide for so long, now peeking out. "Of course I'll come with you."

Yuna was going through her phone, waiting for Taehyung to come out of the shower, when a very important email caught her attention. She sat up in bed and opened the email, finally reading that the date for the hearing had been set.

3 days from now.

"Taehyung?" she calls out to him, getting out of bed rushing over towards the bathroom, which he was already leaving.

"Yeah?" He brushes the drenched strands of hair away from his eyes to get a better look at her.

"Look," she hands him her phone to take a look at the email that was sent to them by their boss. "They've set a date for the hearing. It's three days from now.

Taehyung merely gave her an 'are you being serious?' look, "What? You've never been to a hearing before?" he pouts, pulling at Yuna's cheeks and walking into her bedroom.

"Come on!! Are you not excited? Or at least scared? Worried? This is a world class case, you know. There's gonna be a lot of press and we're gonna have to do interviews, like how they do it in the movies.." goes on and on about it until they're both lying in bed.

"Yeah, I know." Taehyung kept staring up at the ceiling, and when he felt her eyes burning into him, he shifted his head slightly to glance at her.

"I can see many emotions coming out of you right now, but I must admit, I really wanna put a close to this case. It's one of my least favourites to be honest."

"Mhm, agreed. Hopefully after this, things will go back to normal.." she mumbles with a sigh followed straight after.

'Normal' would mean.. Taehyung and Yuna going back to nothing more than work colleagues.

She didn't want that.

"Goodnight, Taehyung." She leans in to place a kiss on his cheek before turning her back towards him and falling asleep.

"Goodnight, love."

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January 2002 - Repressed Memory

((Content warning: mental manipulation, mind invasion (mentioned), false / repressed / erased memories, loss of autonomy))

((Promptspiration: @whumptober-archive 2023: day 29: I only sink deeper, the deeper I think / Troubled past resurfacing / "What happened to me?" ))

Genre: whump

Romance level: minor

Angst level: 4/5

Draco's headspace: anger / fear -> vicious -> fatalistic

((words: ~2800))

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Theo was watching Draco more closely than he normally had to; it had been clear to him for a while that something was weighing on him, but he was trusting in Draco to mention it if he needed to. He didn't want to talk about it, and he seemed to be handling it well enough, though mostly by throwing himself into work; he hadn't even been home in four or five days. It wasn't impairing his ability to function, so Theo didn't push, but he was there if he needed him, and he watched.

Watching so closely was how he was able, when he followed Draco through the floo, to catch the end of the subtle motion of him pulling his sleeve down to hide the flashing alarm of his heart monitor. "Draco?" He touched his back.

"Hm?" Draco looked back and up at him, casual, hiding that there was anything to acknowledge.

"What is it?"

"There's nothing."

He caught Draco's hand before he could pull away and pushed back his sleeve. The alarm was still flickering in reflection of his dangerously fast heartbeat. "Whatever this has been, it isn't getting better. Let me help."

Draco looked away and pushed his sleeve back down. "It's fine. I know it's in my head."

"Has it been getting worse?" The way Draco didn't answer or look at him confirmed it. "Tell me."

Draco glanced at him, eyes slightly narrowed, but he had made a promise to answer that phrase, and he kept it. His eyes flicked around the room. "I've been having the same dream for… months. It's getting more detailed, and I've started having… flashes… of it, while I'm awake, especially in this room." He ran his hand through his hair and gripped the back of his neck, briefly. Then he shook his hand out and he appeared composed again. "But as I said, I can handle it."

May as well get out of that room, then. Theo led the way from the drawing room with a hand on Draco's back. "What is it?"

"It's Death Eaters… It doesn't matter. It's just that it keeps coming back." He took out his potion bag as they walked. "I think I'll go to sleep until dinnertime tomorrow," he said, and took out a Dreamless Sleep potion, holding it to the light to gauge how many hours it would last for.

—

"You're wanted downstairs."

Theo wasn't used to being addressed by the portraits, especially with such purpose, and he had to blink up at it to be sure it was actually talking to him. It was the Elizabethan Malfoy portrait that Draco called his father's spy, now sharing a frame with an old woman that Theo had never bothered to ask the identity of, and that made sense. It was also looking impatient with him for delaying.

"Right. His office?"

"The master study, yes."

When he made his way to Lucius' office — sorry, study — both of Draco's parents were there, him sitting at the desk and her beside it facing her husband, looking very much like he was walking in on a serious conversation, and the way they both looked over at him was decidedly uncomfortable.

"You've no practical experience with Memory Charms, have you?" Lucius said with no preamble.

"No…"

"Might I suggest you acquire it. In the meantime," he pushed a business card across the desk, "arrange a pretext for him to visit her." He looked at the name on the card, and then glanced back up for an explanation. "An Obliviator of particular discretion."

He glanced at the portrait behind Lucius' desk, now observing; he didn't have to ask how Draco's father knew anything, no doubt it had been eavesdropping when they came home. Obviously his parents knew something Draco didn't, something that troubled them. "Then you're saying he's not dreaming?"

"I'm saying that if you mean to help him, this is what you'll do."

The door swung open and hit the wall solidly. Draco was wearing a narrow expression of fury that made him look sharp. "No — answer the question, Father."

"Draco—"

"Because it didn't." His voice had started low and clipped, but as he came closer it got higher, as anger gave way to something less controlled. His hands clenched in tight white balls. "That never happened!"

"You're right!" Lucius had to raise his voice to get through to him over his own yelling. "It isn't a real memory."

"Then what is it?" he demanded. "What do you know? Why do I keep thinking of… of…"

His parents exchanged a look that would have been subtle outside this house but was a yell to people accustomed to speaking their language. "Just get rid of it," his mother said. "Don't worry about it."

"No! Tell me! Tell me what happened to me!"

"The Dark Lord did it," Lucius said flatly. "Gave you a memory that never happened. Punishment for your failures, and your… proclivities."

"No…" He took a step backward, pulling away. "He can't — he couldn't —"

"He took amusement in giving his victims such visions they would wish they were dead, at times. When he wanted to truly make them suffer before he killed them. Or, occasionally, in lieu of killing them, when he could still use them."

Draco gripped the back of his neck so tightly his fingernails were going to draw blood. "When? I don't— I would know…"

"The first night."

"No. No, I passed out when you were Crucioing me, and that's it."

"No," Theo said quietly. "I've seen that memory… that's not what happened. Voldemort did do something, and you started… you had a bad reaction."

Draco's eyes jerked from Theo back to his parents, flicking between them before focusing on his father. "And so you Obliviated me? You just decided to take my memories? What right—"

His mother interrupted. "I did."

If they thought that would temper his anger, that he couldn't be angry with his mother, they badly miscalculated. "Of course it was you!" he exploded. "Who else could it be? Who else thinks that my mind is their plaything besides you and Lord Voldemort? Now getting rid of my inconvenient emotions wasn't good enough. Why even stop at memories? Why not just root around and pull things out until you actually fix me? Maybe you can even make me like women and not have to deal with a fucking fairy—"

"Don't speak to your mother that way," Lucius ordered him. She was bearing Draco's outburst stoically, but she had crossed her arms. "The Dark Lord—"

"Stop calling him that, you sycophant, there's no one here to impress."

Lucius' eyes narrowed. "Voldemort left little option. You couldn't keep that. No one had any way of knowing you would be this fragile."

He was trying to reason with Draco; that was the wrong tactic. There was no point trying use logic with him when he was in full attack mode — he wasn't interested in the truth or working anything out, he was just lashing out to hurt people as deeply as possible. Anything they said would just be turned into more ammunition for him to turn back on them.

"What else did you take?" Draco demanded. "How much more?"

"Nothing," his mother said firmly.

"I don't believe you." He looked like he was realising this as he said it, and he backed away. "But I'll never know, will I?" The cuff on his wrist started flashing.

Theo stepped forward, arm out between them to try to steer him back. "Draco, you need to calm down," he started. He didn't get to go any further; Draco raised his hand and clenched it without even really looking at him, and then he had the disturbing sensation of his mouth being fused together, pressing his tongue flat as his teeth disappeared and he had no lips to open. He backed off, groping at it and fumbling for his wand.

"You can't just do this to me!" Draco screamed at his parents. "Stay out of my mind! It's broken and it's shitty but it's mine and you don't get to touch it! I'm not an extension of you for you to pose like a doll and dress up like you like. If that's what you want, go have another kid, if you think between you you can scrape together enough emotion for another human being — maybe you can raise them right this time, and you can have what you always wanted, and leave me alone!"

And then he was gone, slamming the door behind him, with his magic instead of his hands. The silence felt deafening. Draco was a storm, at times, sweeping through, overwhelming, irresistible, leaving destruction in his wake when he moved on. It was awesome to behold, but being caught in it left you miserable and disoriented. Theo was relieved to have only been hit by the edge of the blast directed at his parents. That was exhausting enough.

Theo finally ended Draco's curse on him in the calm after he'd left, watching the door, and thoughtfully put his wand away.

"A while ago, I actually suggested modifying his memory to get rid of his dreams," he said. "To make it easier. He made a pretty convincing argument that it would drive him mad if he knew he couldn't trust his mind."

His parents didn't respond. His mother turned her back to the door and stared into the fire. It was quiet for a minute.

"The solution seems pretty clear," the portrait noted. "Have the old memory removed, and the memory of this. Perhaps try to do it better this time."

"Not helpful," Lucius said, tone annoyed. The portrait sniffed.

In another minute, Theo silently left the room to see if he could find him.

—

It took Theo some time to find Draco, because the last place he would have expected to find him was the drawing room, the scene of whatever false memory had been haunting his dreams. He only found him there when he had come to the conclusion that Draco had left and was on his way to follow him.

"Draco." He couldn't help the tinge of relief in his voice. Draco hadn't even taken his favourite chair, he was just sitting in the middle of a sofa with his elbows resting on his knees.

He came to put his hand on Draco's shoulder, but Draco reached up to knock his hand away before he could touch him. "I'm fine," Draco said, and spread his hands to show how he wasn't crying, or sick, or caught deep down in his thoughts, or exploding with rage. "You can go report to your masters that I'm not tearing down the house around their ears."

"I didn't come for them." He sat down beside him, but didn't touch. "I work for you, remember?"

"Sure." He clasped his hands between his knees again.

Theo studied the firelight flickering over his distant expression. "Are you actually okay?"

"If I say 'no', what are you going to do? Cheering Charm to make me be happy? Numbing Hex so I don't care? Sleeping Charm so I'll sleep it off? Obliviate away the memory of tonight?"

"Just talking," Theo said patiently.

Draco looked distantly into the fire. "Now I know my mother has done every one of those things, and probably more that she didn't think I needed to be aware of."

"Cheering Charm? That doesn't really sound like her."

"I was a happy kid, but not always. I guess when I was little that was the easiest way to deal with it when I got sulky." He gripped his hands tighter. "But at least that was temporary. This is an irreversible change."

He kneaded his hands together, hard, absently pressing his thumb along the bones of his hand like he was going to force them out.

"I can't trust them ever again," he said distantly. "Even if I want to, I can't. How could I?"

"They were helping. You might not like what they did, but you know why they did it."

"That's right," Draco said acidly. "I guess that proves I can trust them, all of you, to do one thing: whatever you think is best, whether that means you're doing something for me or about me or to me. And what I want doesn't matter."

"Why are you including me in that? Are you saying you can't trust me, either?"

"Don't pretend like you weren't going to do what he said."

"Seeing this…" He searched Draco's drawn face. "Yeah, I'd have thought about it, at least. Is it doing you any good to remember? Because it looks like it's just hurting you."

"It's not remembering that's hurting me. I think I could have dealt with that memory… It's so far beyond awful, I want to be sick, but I think I could have handled it, eventually. Especially knowing it wasn't real." He bowed his head over his knees and gripped the back of it with both hands. "It's… Now, every dream I have, I have to wonder, is that another torture memory he forced into my head? Or even something that really happened that they tried to erase? Every memory I can't get out of my head, I have to wonder if it happened, or did he put it there? How much of what I know is real? Everything that happened… is that really how it went? After what I think is the end, is there more I was made to forget? Did I do things I don't know, that were erased 'for my own good'?"

Theo could see how Draco's quick mind was working against him. The moment he was introduced to the first problem, that his dream was a memory, his mind immediately jumped ahead to find the second and third layers of the problem without pausing to process any of it. He didn't have time to come to terms with one thing at a time; it all piled on him at once.

"Has this started coming back before?" Draco wondered blankly toward his knees. "And they got me Obliviated before I could remember completely? …Have I learned this before and they had that memory erased, too?"

"I really don't think so."

"But that's the point, isn't it? You don't actually know. And neither do I. I never can. For the rest of my life, I'll never know…"

Theo set his hand on Draco's back, and Draco let him this time. He rubbed his back slowly, but Draco wasn't tense; he was loose, defeated, almost limp.

"I don't know what to do," Draco admitted quietly.

"I think the first thing is really just to sleep. This might seem less overwhelming if you get some decent rest, and you can think about it better in the morning." If he'd just gone to sleep when he'd said he was going to, he wouldn't have noticed Theo coming downstairs, he wouldn't have followed, he wouldn't have heard any of this… He wouldn't be having to deal with this. If only he'd done that, if only Theo had checked that he'd done it, this could all have been avoided.

Draco didn't answer for a moment. "Not here," he finally said, dully. "Everything here is memories. I'll go back to my office."

"Or to my house."

Draco thought about it, then nodded. Theo felt a tiny knot in his chest unclench; what that meant was that, no matter what he said, Draco did still trust him.

"Can I come with you?"

"Do whatever you want… it's not like I could stop you."

"Tell me 'no' and I won't," he said patiently.

"You don't get how that's not the same." Draco pushed himself to his feet. "Yes. You can come."

"All right. Go ahead, I have to get something."

"Tell my parents, you mean?" Draco said. "Don't bother." He pointed over and up the wall without looking, and only then did Theo see the Elizabethan portrait sharing a frame with a witch on a horse.

"No, I really do have to get my stuff, but I'll be right behind you."

Draco nodded without answering and through floo powder into the fire to take him to Theo's house.

Theo sat back with a sigh, rubbing his jaw thoughtfully. "I'll try to bring him back tomorrow," he said in a minute to the portrait, since now he didn't have to actually find Draco's parents now. "If he's not okay, I'll let you know."

Then he went upstairs to get his books and join Draco.

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I posted 2,518 times in 2022

That's 2,518 more posts than 2021!

127 posts created (5%)

2,391 posts reblogged (95%)

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I tagged 2,402 of my posts in 2022

Only 5% of my posts had no tags

#queue up - 2,082 posts

#study - 109 posts

#mine - 107 posts

#study motivation - 106 posts

#studyblr - 106 posts

#heydilli - 106 posts

#study inspiration - 104 posts

#college - 104 posts

#studying - 100 posts

#student - 98 posts

Longest Tag: 137 characters

#now all i have left to do is write my psych paper and make the final presentation then film myself giving the presentation and turn it in

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I know that if I start studying for Latin earlier in the week I would do better but we just move so fast that by the time I've learned something we've moved on. Today our quiz was on a video she emailed us on Wednesday night. I'm pretty sure I made a B but there's just no time to study for something like that that quickly.

Looking forward to the weekend but not looking forward to exams next week.

273 notes - Posted November 4, 2022

Day 16/100

Made it to the coffee shop! I got a cold brew and a yogurt parfait and then got in over two hours of accounting work! After the coffee shop, I went and ran errands, watched two episodes of Russian Doll and two episodes of Criminal Minds, and ended the day by going to my college's football game. Sadly we lost by three but I enjoyed watching the game and getting to hang out with my friends :)

277 notes - Posted September 11, 2022

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I don't know if it's because I had two coffees today or if it's because I'm sick but I have been so dizzy all day. I hope I'm over this sickness soon. The good news is that my throat no longer hurts!!

Today I had social psychology and advanced accounting. In accounting I got my exam from last week back and ended up making a 102! It was the 2nd highest score in the class so I'm pretty darn happy about that. Tomorrow I have a Latin exam and so I went to a Latin study session and then obsessively wrote every possible way to write a noun or a verb over and over again for two hours in the hopes of having it memorized by tomorrow. Luckily going to the study session means I'll get five bonus points on the exam which gives me some wiggle room to make mistakes.

Here's another shot of my school's library. I love taking pictures of the library especially since my room and desk are a mess and I don't have the motivation to clean it lol. Maybe later this week I'll get it cleaned up. Hope everyone is having a good week so far!!

345 notes - Posted September 21, 2022

51/100

Back in the library! I could not focus or stay awake while trying to study for my developmental psych exam tomorrow. So I called it quits after about an hour and decided I’d go to bed early and wake up early tomorrow. But we’ll see if that actually happens haha.

It’s officially cold. Last week we had highs of 85°F/29°C and now it’s 33°F/0°C and that’s just too drastically different. To the library tonight I wore sweat pants over my leggings as well as a tee shirt, a sweat shirt, and a jacket. If I had a hat I’d put that on too but alas. At least I’ll get to wear a sweater tomorrow!

Good luck to everyone this upcoming week :)

551 notes - Posted November 14, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

08/100

Another productive day! I went to the gym this morning for a light workout, went to both my classes, studied in the campus library for almost two hours, and then went to dinner with friends. I'm currently watching an episode of "The Sandman" and then it'll be back to studying. So overall, a very pleasant day!

826 notes - Posted August 30, 2022

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I posted 308 times in 2022

31 posts created (10%)

277 posts reblogged (90%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

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I tagged 292 of my posts in 2022

Only 5% of my posts had no tags

#fitzsimmons - 83 posts

#<3 - 59 posts

#fic rec - 30 posts

#leo fitz - 21 posts

#agents of shield - 17 posts

#jemma simmons - 16 posts

#fitzsimmons fic - 15 posts

#iain de caestecker - 13 posts

#alternate universe - 12 posts

#agents of shield fic - 11 posts

Longest Tag: 120 characters

#love it when translation is actually smart like that and doesn't just stupidly translate something that's not gonna work

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27 notes - Posted November 23, 2022

Just for the Night, chapter 2/2

FitzSimmons, rated M, 7900 words Summary: Bringing home her cute new colleague for the night sounded like a good idea to Jemma Simmons. He's cute and a fantastic kisser, just what she needed to relieve the stress of spending Christmas with her whole family. She just hadn't planned that she would end up snowed in with her one-night stand AND her family for Christmas.

Once more, happy Christmas Libby <3 "I'm so sorry, they weren't supposed to be here until much later!" she whispered as she closed the door behind herself and leaned back against it as if someone might burst through it anytime. "I know, you said so but I bet they wanted to avoid--" "The snow, yeah. My mum tried to call but my phone was in the living room. I probably wouldn't have heard it anyway, I slept like the dead last night." Fitz smiled at that and there was something so sweet in a way that she didn't tell him the orgasms weren't the only responsible. Even though he'd greatly contributed to the short-lived state of relaxation she'd felt that morning, she'd been exhausted for weeks. "Anyway, the road's closed so--" His lips pressed against hers softly, taking her by surprise. She was busy panicking about the whole situation, how dare he interrupted her like that? But then, his arms wrapped around her waist, impossibly warm, and Jemma melted into the embrace with a slight whine. Maybe she should have gone and talked to him weeks ago. She might have brought him home to her London flat and gotten the opportunity to enjoy his affection longer without being interrupted in the worst possible way. "Good morning," he said, eyes and tone equally soft when he pulled back.

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29 notes - Posted January 8, 2022

Finally finished this portrait of Fitz/Iain from the wedding scene in 5x12 <3 It had been a while since I drew him and I’m pretty happy with the result! Done in watercolor and color pencils! Commissions open for this type of portrait or digital ones, more details via DM :) REDBUBBLE / ETSY

33 notes - Posted December 4, 2022

It Was All Make-Believe

FitzSimmons, rated T, 2609 words (for now) Chapter 1/6 @libbyweasley and I are very excited to finally start posting this fic we've been working on for months based on Libby's original idea. The fic is all written and a new chapter will be posted every week. I've written three chapters from Jemma's POV and Libby has written all chapters from Fitz's POV. Hope you enjoy :) Summary: Fitz and Jemma go undercover as a couple and discover it isn’t as difficult as they’d thought it would be. But what happens when those feelings become a little too real? Season 1 AU They all moved to the briefing room, May and Ward looking as awake and ready as ever. Fitz, not so much.

"Didn't even have time for breakfast," he grumbled as he took his place next to Jemma. "Why do these always have to be so early?" Jemma shook her head and pressed the second mug of tea she was holding into his hand. "Oh thank you." He took a sip and his face turned a little less grumpy for a second. "Maybe the problem is that you stayed up working in the lab so late," Jemma pointed out and he huffed. "You're one to talk!" "But I can function on five hours of sleep, you obviously can't." If his still only half open eyes and messy curls weren't enough to prove her point, Jemma reached out to straighten his collar. "That's because he's still growing!" Skye tousled his hair as she walked past him to take her place in the briefing room.

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41 notes - Posted April 9, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

It had been a while since I’ve worked on a Liz/Jemma art :) (Based on that gorgeous Liz photoshoot I’m planning I’ve done this one using both color pencils and watercolor and I’m thoroughly enjoying it. I’m currently open for commissions (both traditional and digital fanart). Send me a DM to know more :)

44 notes - Posted July 3, 2022

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