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holly-the-trash-writer · 1 year

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Helpless

Spencer Reid x Bau!Fem!Reader

Summary: Your reaction, as Spencer’s fiancé, to his bail being denied.

Word Count: 1,391

You fidgeted with your skirt as you walked into the court house. Your stomach was doing violent flips that had caused you to vomit three times already.

Today was Spencer’s arraignment hearing.

You kept breathing deep as you walked down the hall, fiddling with your engagement ring as you tried your best not to let the boulder weight on your chest break you.

You needed to be strong. For Spencer.

You saw Emily standing outside the courtroom and quickly made your way over to her.

“Hey.”

Emily span around and her faced softened as she stepped over to you and opened her arms to hug you, “Hey, how’re you holding up?”

You sighed heavily, as you hugged her back tightly, “Awful. I couldn’t sleep all night.” The hug almost made your fragile emotional wall come crumbling down and tears flooded your eyes so you ended the hug quickly and coughed. Trying to regain your composure.

“There’s everyone else.” Emily whispered.

You looked behind you and surely enough the entire team was walking down the hall towards you and Emily.

“Hey, so glad you all could make it.” Emily nodded to them all.

Garcia, who also had tears in her eyes, walked over to you and enveloped you in a tight hug, “Oh. We wouldn’t miss this for anything.”

You sniffled hard and pulled back, turning your head away from the team as you rubbed gently at your nose.

“What did he decide about the plea?” Rossi asked you.

You shrugged, “I don’t know. I don’t even think he knows.” You had thought it over for hours and hours last night. Pleading guilty to a crime he didn’t commit and be out in two to five years or plead not guilty and possibly get life.

Luke shrugged, “Five is a lot less than twenty-five.”

Tara gave you a supportive smile, “Well, whatever he decides, he has our full support.”

Rossi stepped forward and took your hands in his own, “And whatever price they set, I am prepared to pay it.”

Your heart swelled at his generosity, “Thank you, Rossi.”

“They’re calling his case.”

The team turned to see Fiona hanging outside of the courtroom door, gesturing for them to come in.

They all walked straight to the front and you made sure to sit right behind Spencer’s seat.

The door opened and a bailiff pushed Spencer into the court and led him over to the table.

Spencer’s face softened a little bit when he saw you. Not taking his eyes off of you as he was sat in his chair.

He looked like he hasn’t slept in weeks when it’s only been a couple of days. Dark bruises beneath his eyes that made you lift both of your hands up to touch him but you quickly brought them back down again, fidgeting in your lap.

This was it.

Penelope slowly laid her hand over yours and held on tight as the court came into session.

“Case number 149-CR 0308, U.S. vs Reid.”

The judge stared down at Spencer, “Ms. Duncan, your client is an FBI agent, correct?”

Fiona stood and nodded, “That's right, your honour.”

The Judge then looked at Spencer with a raissd eyebrow, extremely unimpressed, “You're charged with murder, which is a very serious matter.”

Spencer stood slowly and cleared his throat, “Y- yes, your honour.”

Your heart broke at the sound of hid voice, he sounded so defeated.

“All right, Ms. Duncan, does your client wish to enter a plea at this time?”

“He does.” Fiona nodded and gestured to Spencer.

“And how do you plead, agent Reid?”

Spencer stood up straight, “Not guilty, your honour.”

You gasped quietly, not knowing if it’s in relief or not yet. You’re so glad that he’s not admitting to something he didn’t do, yet you were now fearful of the worst possibilities to come.

“Thank God.” Penelope whispered beside you.

“And as to bail?”

The prosecutor stood, “The people oppose bail and request remand, your honour.”

You spun your engagement ring around your finger. They can’t. They can’t do this to him. Not to your Spencer.

The rest of the team sat with silent rage as the two attorneys argued.

Fiona gestured to Spencer every time she spoke, “Your honour, my client presents no risk of flight.”

“That's ridiculous.” The prosecutor scoffed, “The defendant was arrested after fleeing the murder scene in Mexico.”

“Those were extenuating circumstances. He'd been drugged against his will.”

“By failing to notify the FBI of his international travel, the defendant violated the Bureau protocol.”

As much as you hated to admit it, the prosecutor made very valid points. You knew the truth but he was very convincing.

“My client presents no flight risk. He has deep ties in this community. His mother suffers from Alzheimer's disease and schizophrenia and lives with him. He is solely responsible for her well-being. He recently got engaged to fellow agent, SSA Y/L/n, who he is completely dedicated to. Additionally, he himself has been a decorated SSA with the FBI's behavioural analysis unit for over a decade.”

“And as an FBI agent, he has contacts all over the world.”

“Agent Reid would be willing to turn over both his personal and government issued passports.”

“If he wanted a counterfeit passport, he could easily get one.”

Fiona gave an annoyed glance to the prosecutor, “Your honour, please. He has no criminal history.”

“The defendant is uniquely situated to evade law enforcement should he flee the jurisdiction. You said so yourself, his fiancé is a fellow agent.”

Your mouth dropped open, how was that man allowed to just stand there and say these things about the both of them. He doesn’t even know you!

“Your honour, he wants to stay here and clear his good name.”

“He should have thought about his good name before sneaking across the border.” the prosecutor sneered.

“I'm prepared to present multiple law enforcement character witnesses on his behalf right now. The witnesses are here in the courtroom, all highly respected FBI agents.” Fiona gestured to the entire team.

“Simmer down, Ms. Duncan. It's almost six and I'm not inclined to hear from character witnesses. Actions speak louder than words, I always say.”

“We'd be willing to abide by a curfew and strict monitoring of his whereabouts at all times.”

“Too little too late, counsellor.”

Your heart sunk in your chest. Panic and fear began rising to the surface.

No, no, no, no, no.

“If past behaviour is the best indicator of future conduct, and I do believe it is, then your client presents a flight risk. Bail is denied. Defendant will be remanded to federal custody pending trial.” She banged the gavel and you felt your world crashing down with it.

Spencer stood in shock, turning around he called for you but you couldn’t hear him.

“Y/n!”

Snapping out of it you looked up as they were snapping the cuffs back on him again.

His eyes were wide in panic as the bailiff pushed him, “I love you.” he mouthed.

You placed your hand over your mouth to try to keep the sobs at bay, choking out an, “I love you too.”

The team were all leaning into you, placing their hands on your shoulder and arms, trying to tell you it’s going to be okay.

Okay?

How can it be okay when your fiancé is being dragged out of a courtroom in cuffs?

You needed air, everything was too much. This was all too much.

The team was talking to you but you were so unfocused. You gently brushed off everyone’s hands and exited the pew before stumbling out of the court room.

You were trying your best to keep your emotions in check but the dam was bursting. The tears were beginning to fall and your sobs were now audible.

Familiar hands placed themselves on your shoulders. Gently turning you until you were pressed in tight to Rossi’s chest.

“What are we going to do?” you cried hopelessly into his shirt.

“Everything we can. We’ll get him out.” Rossi wrapped his arms protectively around you, keeping you from falling to the ground.

The team felt helpless as they watched you break down in Rossi’s arms.

This was not going to be easy.

They just hoped that both of you would make it out the other side.

#fanfic #spencer reid #criminal minds #spencer reid fanfiction #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid x y/n

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hknightdai · 2 years

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REQUEST - Rearguard - Game of Thrones

Tommen Baratheon x Male Reader

Tags: Anal, Oral, Rough Sex, Throne Sex, Standing Full Nelson.

REQUEST: Tommen Baratheon getting brutally fucked by one of his Kingsguard?(preferably also once on his throne)

XXX

Queen Margaery was a beautiful woman, some may even say ravishing. You know your fellow Kingsguard members think as much. But she isn’t important right now.

“Maybe later,” You utter, staring at her ass as she leaves the throne room.

Leaving you alone with your King.

Tommen fidgets on his throne, your gaze not even on him. He knew what was next, you told him the previous night what you wanted, and the next day, he dismisses his court.

You finally turn to look at him.

There’s a bulge already showing.

Smirking, you run a hand through his hair. Feeling its smoothness, you grip it and pull his head back. Tommen’s eyes are wide as he gazes up at you.

“You know what to do, your grace.” Fake pleasantries fall from your mouth.

And he does know. He makes quick work of your belt, with a bit of fumbling. You don’t let his gaze wander from yours as he drops your pants to the floor, not even as your press your cock into his waiting mouth.

He does a good job at first, not gagging. But that quickly changes as you slide down his throat.

“Khlgk!”

Tommen coughs, tears filling his eyes. Yet he still looks at you, trying to blink the tears away.

Pulling back, you give him a second to catch his breath before filling his throat again.

“Khlgk! Khlgk! Khlgk!”

Your King was a mess. Tears run down his face, his crown falling with each hard thrust, and his saliva dripping down his chin.

“Your Grace is a wonderful King, taking your kingsguard's entire cock down your royal throat,” You tease.

Slamming his head down a few times, you hold him to your groin.

“Glgk!” Tommen retches, getting a face full of your bush.

You groan as his throat spasms around your cock and cum down his throat before pulling back enough to fill his mouth as well.

Breathing hard, you look at Tommen, his mouth open to gasp for breaths. Your cock still sitting in his mouth.

You step back and stop him as he begins swallowing your cum.

“Hold it, your grace,” You command him.

He closes his mouth but makes no move to disobey.

You motion for him to stand and turn around. You stand behind him. Resting your hand on his shoulders, your hands glid down his body until they reach his pants, and yank them down. Pushing the King’s back to bend him over, you look at his ass.

“Prepare yourself.”

With labored breaths, Tommen spits some of the mixture of saliva and cum into his hand. Bringing it to his ass, you help, spreading his asscheeks apart. You watch as he rubs it against his hole, teasing himself before pushing in.

You hear him take shuddering breaths.

Tommen doesn’t disappoint, taking only a moment before he was pistoning into his ass. You have to wrap an arm around him to keep him from falling. He knows you are watching him melt against his own pleasure.

His quick breathing is all you hear. You can’t hold any longer.

Tommen startles when your fingers join his.

“Keep going, Tommen,” You whisper into his ear.

He whines feeling himself stretch. Wanting more, you waste no time in finding his spot and rubbing it until he’s nothing more than a whining mess.

Tommen stains his rusty throne, white.

He has little time to remove his fingers before your cock rubs against his asshole.

“Are you ready, your grace?”

“Yes, Sir Y/n,” Tommen says, his voice unsteady.

You have him rest his arms against his throne before sinking into him.

“Ugh,” You groan.

You grab onto his hip in one hand, and the other grips his hair, now missing his crown. Pulling his head back, you slam into him. Tommen lets out a moan, your cum spilling from his lips and down his chin. His whines and moans have you letting go of all restraint, pounding into the king’s ass, having him spill all over his throne. Your cock slides over his spot, feeling his ass tighten.

In a frenzy, you wrap your arms around his legs. Picking him up, his legs spread out, you bring your hand together behind his head. Fucking him standing. You feel like your cock is reaching even deeper into him as you bring him down into your thrusts.

Tommen lets out a strangled cry and cums. It falls over his thrown and onto the ground, coincidentally covering his fallen crown.

With a yell that would have alerted any guards, you slam him down to your hilt and fill his ass with your hot cum.

Through your labored breaths, you look at your King. Drool and cum run from his lips, down his chin and neck before hitting the floor.

With a chuckle, you maneuver until his raw ass is sitting on the throne, in a puddle of his own cum.

“Would you like me to get someone to help or will you clean yourself, your grace?” You smugly ask.

“I-I’m fine, Sir Y/n. I can clean myself,” Tommen stutters, blushing.

With a smile, you escort the King to his room.

#Tommen Baratheon x Male Reader #Tommen Baratheon x Male Reader Smut #Game of Thrones x Male Reader #Game of Thrones x Male Reader Smut #Male Reader Smut #requested

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bookshelf-dust · 1 year

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if ur requests are open rn will you write something abt gareth’s family and the reader? it can be like meeting them once you’ve started dating or later on or anything. loved ur last fic !! thank u !!!!

i want you to meet my family.

gareth emerson x gn!reader

word count: 1,487

warnings: swearing, reader is anxious and a bit shy, meet-the-family jitters, tooth-rotting fluff, gare being sweet and lovey

a/n: hi!! thank you for your request my sweet!! i’m so happy that you liked my last fic! means the world. i kind of went for a shy and anxious reader, so i hope that’s okay!! for context, i’ve given him: mom, stepdad and two younger sisters. i tried to leave them unnamed so that you can call them whatever you’d like! i hope this turned out like you wanted! <333

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“I want you to meet my family.”

You practically choked on the hot chocolate he’d fixed you. That should’ve been your first clue anyhow. He was buttering you up.

Coughing, Gareth’s hand rubbed and patted your back, the other taking the mug from you and setting it down before you spilled.

His words caught you off guard—god forbid you sit with your boyfriend and not expect anything to happen. “You okay?”

“Yeah, Gare, I’m fine.” You weren’t fine. The waver in your voice gave you away.

It wasn’t that you didn’t want to meet Gareth’s family, because you really, really did—what with all he’d told you—and you had this urge to get to know that part of him too. You found it comforting that he wanted you to meet them.

You were just nervous. You weren’t good with new people, and these were more than just people. They were Gareth’s people.

But meeting them only made sense, especially when you could feel yourself falling more and more for him every minute.

The both of you hadn’t been together officially for too long, and had definitely been relishing in the fact that it was just the two of you and there wasn’t any pressure. This, however, was pressure. Lots of it.

“Can you look at me, pretty please?” You shifted, the two of you now sitting cross legged and facing each other on the couch. He held out his hands, which you dramatically slapped, eliciting an ever more dramatic hiss from him, before he clasped your fingers in his.

You focused on the silver ring resting on his middle finger while he spoke to you. “You know I would never want you to do anything that would make you uncomfortable. But I-I want you to meet my family, because you’re my family too.”

His kind words were flustering you, so you continued to fidget with his ring and started chewing on your bottom lip, biting down in hopes that the sting of tears would go away.

“It doesn’t have to be anything crazy. I’ll bring you home like usual, there will just be other people there. I don’t want you to worry about whether they’ll like you, even though I know you’re going to, but—they wanna meet you too, sweetheart. You’re my whole world, you gotta know that.”

You did. Lifting your head, you met his gaze. His nose scrunched in greeting. You leaned in to kiss it. “Okay. I trust you, Gareth.”

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“Breathe. Here, with me, okay?” Gareth stood with you in the driveway, holding onto you and trying to soothe your nerves.

You knew there was nothing to be scared of. You’d heard nothing but good things about them, about how much they meant to Gareth.

But you couldn’t help that your heart was beating so fast it hurt and your hands were shaking and you felt a little dizzy. There was so much going on in your head—always—and what if they could tell you were a mess? Maybe they’d think you weren’t right for their boy.

Stop, you told yourself. Breathe. Gareth’s gentle hand on your collarbones brought you back. “Ready?”

“Yeah. Will you hold my hand? Please? Please don’t leave me.” He held back a wince at seeing you this way.

“I’m never gonna leave you, my sweet.”

Gareth led you up the few steps to the door and inside, just like any other time you’d been over. Your stomach sunk when you heard voices coming from the kitchen. As if he was reading your thoughts, Gareth turned around and kissed your cheek. “It’s okay. You’re okay. I’m right here.”

You nodded, afraid your voice would fail you, and he took that as his queue to head off.

Entering the kitchen, you found his stepdad and youngest sister working on a puzzle, both settled at the table. His mother was preparing cookie dough, his other sister sat on the counter beside her, presumably licking cinnamon off of her fingers. From what you could smell, they were snickerdoodles. Those were your favorite.

Gareth tugged you into him, and you hid a little against his side. “Hey, guys,” his voice cut off all other noise in the kitchen, four heads snapping up at once.

Gareth’s mom smiled brilliantly at the sight of you, and she hurried to wipe her hands against the little waist apron she was wearing before tugging it off.

“Hi!” She exclaimed.

The youngest of his sisters leapt from her place on the counter, sprinting to her brother just after his mom made it to him. His mother kissed his cheek, giving him knowing and thrilled eyes. Gareth groaned exaggeratedly as a little body smacked into his legs, “Hi, bubba!”

“Hi, squirt.” He ruffled her hair and you watched in awe, your attention shifting as his mom turned to face you instead.

You let go of Gareth’s hand, trying to be brave because she looked so kind. He took that as a signal to let you. An I’m okay gesture.

This woman was not scary. Her eyes were that same sweet blue as her son’s, her curls just as unruly, though tied up at the base of her neck.

“Hello, my love! It’s so nice to meet you! Can I hug you? Would that be okay?” She raised her hands a little, hopeful.

“Sure you can,” you responded, smiling genuinely. My love, she’d called you. You were suddenly overwhelmed with how nice it felt to be welcomed and cared for so instantaneously.

Gareth’s mother pulled you in for a hug, warm and grateful, swaying you gently in her arms. She pulled back, still smiling, eyes shining with it. Turning her head, she checked that Gareth wasn’t looking—he wasn’t, head bent to look at the puzzle on the table. “You know he never shuts up about you?

“Really?” You grinned at her, feeling your cheeks heat up, but delighted nonetheless.

“Really!” The sound of your joint giggles made Gareth turn around, his stepdad and sisters following his return to you.

“I don’t like the sounds of this.” He said it with a smile anyhow.

“Hey, kiddo.” Gareth’s stepdad found you, and gave you a short, but kind hug. He smelled faintly of cigarettes, yet it was comforting. You caught a glimpse of a tattoo sleeve under the edge of his sweater, and hoped you’d remember to ask about it later.

You hadn’t expected this glasses-clad, teddy-bear-looking man to have tattoos. “It’s true, by the way, he really doesn’t shut up about you.”

Gareth ran a hand down his face and you laughed softly, albeit slightly worried about would he could’ve said.

Both of his sisters approached you at once, the younger with messily braided pigtails, the older with a head full of crazier and more tightly coiled curls than both Gareth and his mother combined.

“You’re very pretty,” the younger one said, holding her arms out for a hug. You obliged her. “He said you were pretty. You are.”

“Thank you. So are you.” She smiled gratefully and looked up at her older sister expectantly.

The latter grinned just as kindly as all of the rest of them, holding out her hand, hoping you’d trust her and take it. “Are you any good at puzzles? Gareth sucks.”

“Hey! I do not.” You chuckled at their banter.

“He does,” she told you, attempting to whisper, before settling on the bench and doling you out some pieces.

The rest of the day went perfectly fine. You’d never felt more at home than you did with Gareth’s family. They welcomed you and loved you immediately and wanted to get to know the person who was making their boy so happy.

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Your car was in the driveway when Gareth pulled up. He wasn’t sure why—he hadn’t asked you over today—not that he was totally upset by it.

He made his way down the hall to the kitchen where your familiar voice rang out.

You looked up at his entrance.

“Hi?” He questioned, tossing his keys on the counter.

He found both of his sisters and you bent over the kitchen table, spreading puzzle glue on yet another puzzle that you’d finished together.

“I know. They called with an invitation and a puzzle completion notice.” You turned to the sister on your left. “Here. If you move around a bit, the light catches and you can check for any spots missing glue. Sound good?” She nodded enthusiastically and you moved away.

Gareth pulled you in for a hug, mumbling a “Sorry,” under his breath.

“‘S okay, really. Also, apparently I’m going to a ballet recital tonight.” Gareth tossed his head back, laughing brilliantly at your situation.

He’d told you they’d love you, and they did. He just thought it was funny that now you had to go through all the things that he did.

But you didn’t mind. Not really. Not when it was your family too.

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Chapter 16: The Unexpected Visitor

Weeks go by as the VILE team prepares for the retrieval of the chest that was mentioned in the moonlit carvings of their previous clue. In the bathroom, Wally sits shirtless on the bench by the tub as Carmen removes what vivianite crystals she could, making sure not to cut her latex gloves by accident. In a steel pan, she collects the shards, disinfecting and patching each wound as she goes. “I really wish you would see an actual trained doctor and not me. I just know basic first aid and CPR.” Wally winces a few times as he feels her remove the crystals, hearing the clanking of the shards in the pan. “I doubt they’ll know anything about this. Its not like that have an antibiotic for it. Its a little worse than the sniffles..” he tried chuckling, but started to cough a little, making Carmen hesitate a moment. She wipes her wrist across her forehead under her horn, moving some hair from her face. “Sounds like its starting to affect your lungs. We need to get these treasures so we can get you cured as soon as possible. Otherwise I wouldn’t even bother with asking a jerk spirit for anything.”

The blue pony sighed, looking at his scarred body in the mirror. “How much do you know?” He asked. She was silent for a little bit, closing up a rather large hole with a few stitches, “About the treasures? After the chest is a rabbit then a duck then an egg with a needle inside.. we need that needle to-“

“No, about me. What I am.” He fidgeted with his wedding ring, looking at her from the mirror. She straightened up and sighed. “I had my suspicions but I fully found out because of M. He claimed to be your brother by blood. He confirmed that you were a light balance changeling. Which would explain why Blendin changed from green apple color to a teal when he was a newborn if he is half changeling. But I don’t care what you were. I care about who you are as yourself. You married me as an earth pony, M told me you prefer to be an Earth Pony, so to me you have always been an Earth Pony. I still love you all the same no matter what you identify as.” Wally turns to face her and smiles, brushing her cheek with his hand. “What did I ever do to deserve an angel like you? Even after all this time, we found each other again. Its like you chase away the rain from my life.”

She chuckles and nuzzles into his hand, “You silly stallion, you always need a little rain, otherwise you’d be a desert. Harsh, gritty, dry… getting sand in unpleasant places..” The two ponies laugh a hearty bit. Wally smiles and leans closer and kisses Carmen softly.

Kiros knocked on the doorframe and smirked, “Hey Boss, is this a bad time? We zeroed in on an opening for the chest. We just need your approval for the go-ahead.” Carmen pulled off her gloves and tossed them in the bin. Kiros handed her the tablet, showing a plan and extraction, complete details of any traps or weak structure points.

She poured over the details, made a few notes and frowned. “Is this the best window we have to grab it? Theres several variables that are not consistent. We need stability in these areas to pull off that zip-line. Not enough room for a glider. If we can’t get across that way, going around will add more time.” Kiros shrugged, “This is what we keep coming up with after weeks of trying to figure this out. We’re fresh out of ideas of how to cross that trouble area. We just don’t have the ability to do much more in the way of advanced options.” Wally peeked over, “Have you thought of flying her over? I mean you have wings.. M has wings..”

Kiros and Carmen looked at him a moment. Carmen checked his wingspan and shook her head, “Just about the glider size. I can’t risk broken wings.” Kiros thought more, “Although I can size shift, making me smaller would mean I wouldn’t be able to carry as much. So thats out. What about Lekir? Maybe she can solidify those weak points with ice?” Carmen rubs her temples, “The moisture in the rocks expand when frozen, there a chance it will destabilize even worse.” Carmen hands Kiros the tablet and heads over to the war room to see if looking at it another way may be helpful. Kiros followed her as Wally stayed behind, looking over his bandages before putting his sweater back on.

The bathroom closet suddenly glowed blue around the edges and a young teal unicorn colt stuck his head out. His pink and blue eyes met Wally’s blue eyes with confusion. “Well hey there! Thats a funny place to hide!” The colt stared back at Wally, “…Dad?” Wally tilted his head, “Are you.. Blendin?” The colt rushed out of the closet door and gave his father a big hug, almost being the same height. It was quite obvious he was in his early teens and getting his growth spurt. “I didn’t expect you here! Why are you hiding in the closet?” Wally laughed. Blendin whipped around and closed the closet door, which did not look like a closet when Wally peeked in. It looked like a lobby to an old library if he had to guess. “I wasn’t in the closet.. Is… Mom here? I’ve been getting her letters. But I needed to ask some questions..” Blendin rubbed his arm nervously, his red hoodie looking baggy on his thin frame.

“So if we attach the zipline to this opposing wall, that will be a much better angle to be able to swing without issue..” Carmen pointed to a now 3D hologram of the temple area they were previously discussing. Wally cleared his throat, “Um, my light? I’m sorry to bother you while you’re working but.. I think you may need to see this.” He gestured for her to join him in the hallway privately. “Wally, I can’t keep stopping things for…” Carmen stopped as he stepped aside, pulling Blendin from shyly hiding behind him. “Look who I found in the bathroom closet!” Blendin blushed and gave a very annoyed sigh, “I wasn’t in the closet! I used the ley lines to connect my door to one of yours! How was I supposed to know it was in the bathroom??” Blendin looked over at Carmen who was practically shaking with holding back emotions. “Blendin.. look how tall.. you.. how.. how did you find us? We’re practically off the grid!” So many thoughts and questions raced through her mind, “You’ve grown so much! How is the Library treating you? Have you eaten? Have you gotten my letters? Are you angry with me? Where is Adora? Is she still angry with me? I’m so sorry for leaving you two so alone!” She rambled and had to stop herself.

Blendin chuckled a bit nervously. “Um… I will tell you as much as I can, I’m just on limited time. I snuck over here, I wasn’t supposed to use the ley doors yet. But I did a bit of digging online and noticed some activity in the dark web about this location being connected to the Sweet Spot. It was really tough to hack through, but I was able to find rough coordinates and wanted to see if you were here.” Carmen looked past him towards the bathroom, “You say you connected doors? Like interdimensional travel?” Blendin adjusted his glasses, which looked remarkably like Wally’s. “More like a more stabilized teleportation spell but yeah. Why?” Carmen wrapped him in a huge hug and kissed his cheek repeatedly, “I think you may have solved our problem!! You are such a smart kid! I’m so proud of you!!” Blendin squirmed out of her hugs and adjusted his hoodie, “Please.. warn me next time?” Carmen held up her hands, “Oh I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to overwhelm you. Right. Technically new person…. Have you eaten? You have time for a snack, right?”

Wally puts his hand on Blendin’s shoulder, “She’s been through a lot, give her some credit, this is new to her too. She’s just really excited.” Carmen darted back into the war room and gathered some books and papers, “Sorry! Big thing. Son’s here.” She blurted out and dashed out again, “Ok, Let’s go to the kitchen! Questions are always good paired with food. Eating something pleasureful helps the memory retention.” Blendin watches her hurry towards the kitchen and looks at Wally, “Is she always like this?” He asked with a raised eyebrow, “No, only when she finds something really interesting or if she finds an answer to a long problematic issue, she gets a bit hyper. But I’d say this is bigger than that.”

“Aren’t you excited to see me? You seem very… not excitable.” Blendin tilted his head, Wally chuckled. “Oh I’m very excited, I just dont show it like your mom does. I’m also dealing with some amnesia from a few years back so I’m just vibing until things start to click more.”

Wally and Blendin sit down at the kitchen island, Carmen had her small stack of papers and books on one end and was busy putting together a veggie platter, and stopped, “Do you like veggies? Whats a good snack you like?” Blendin sat up straight, arms by his side and hands on his lap, “Oh um, veggies are good, and maybe some Tajin and hot chili oil?” Carmen smiled over her shoulder, “Thats my boy, a good taste in seasoning! You probably get that more from your father, he’s loves everything spicy! I like more flavor than pure spice though.” She set the food in front of them and leaned on the bar, “Ok so you said you had some questions for me? I’ll answer what I can if you can answer some of mine.” Blendin’s eye sparkled as he saw different fruits and veggies on the platter, he was expecting just carrots and celery. “Um yeah, I needed some help with completing this thing for the Library.. and since I’m a minor, and technically a surrendered child, I can’t get a parent or guardian’s permission, and the Keeper won’t sign off as my guardian. And this is important to me. I want to learn more so I can travel and not be stuck in the library..” Carmen beamed, “You’re saying you need a permission slip signed or else you cannot start to go on missions until you are 18?” Blendin nodded, crunching a starfruit, “Yeah and that may set me back farther than some of the other candidates.” Carmen looked at Wally and tapped her chin, “Sounds like I need to pay the Keeper a visit then. Perhaps I can finally get to get custody of you two again. And this mansion is the safest place you can be as far as I’m concerned.” Blendin perked up, “You mean it? You still want us around?!” Wally and Carmen chuckled, “Of course we still want you!! We never wanted to give you two up in the first place!”

Wally smiled, “I’ve only come back recently as well but from everything I know, she’s been worried sick about you kids.” Blendin smiled and started to cry, “I’m so happy that we actually have parents.. I need to tell Daring..” he pulls out a pink cellphone and starts texting. “Daring? Who is Daring” Wally asked, looking at Carmen, “I’ve seen some fiction books about a Daring Do, but maybe its one of his friend’s nicknames? You know how kids are with fursona or original characters and fanfics..” Carmen chuckled, snagging a carrot chip and stacking a dragonfruit piece on top. “Oh, no, I’m talking to Adora, she IS Daring Do. Its not fiction. She writes about her adventures all the time.” Blendin showed his cellphone to Carmen, showing off pictures of a young adult Adora in safari gear. “I thought she was working with the Warehouse. Not galavanting through rainforests and rough terrain!” Blendin smirked, “She’s the top of her class, been doing work in the archeology division. She loves the stuff!” Wally laughs, “She really takes after you, doesn’t she?” Carmen almost chokes on the carrot and dragonfruit, “You mean thats all real? So she’s top of her class AND a published author? And here I thought being promoted to detective in my early 20’s was impressive!”

M strode past, looking a little worse for the wear, shirt and leather coat all disheveled, a few new plasters on his jaw, bent cigarette hanging from his mouth, his horns looked a bit demonic, one the tip was broke off. He went behind Carmen and used his tentacles to reach the top shelf for some chips. Blendin nearly dropped his phone. “M-Mom?? Why is there a demon in here? I thought you said it was safe here!!” Carmen turns to look at M, who just waved, “Sup, Squirt?”

“That is a good question. Why are you here? You should have been the first to tell me of a breach in security..” Carmen raised her eyebrow at the demon changeling, crossing her arms. “What? I fuckin checked him out, he’s cleaner than a newborn. Plus he came from one of your secure locations you told me to keep around. Consider yerself notified.”

Carmen noticed how uneasy Blendin looked and smacked M on the arm. “Fine, but you’re scaring the poor kid, tone down the horror show for a bit.” She leans towards Blendin assuringly, “Its alright, thats M, your uncle. He’s a dark balance changeling. He’s the one who helped me get back on my hooves after the accident with your father here. Its a long story.” M, who didnt turn down the horror show at all as far as his appearance was concerned, “I ain’t the only one he needs to worry about. He hasn’t met the fuckin team yet and I smell delicious doubt on him, like he doesn’t know if this was the right call, coming here. Which he knows exactly where here is.. or should I say What here is.” The poor young teen was trembling visibly and kept his eyes on his phone. All of a sudden he blinked invisible, startling the three adults. “Where the fuck did he go?” M blurted out as Carmen remembered to tap her glasses. “He’s still here. He’s just using one of his talents! Brilliant boy!”

She looked around and found him curled up under the island bar by his chair. She motioned for them to be quiet as she took a seat on the floor next to him. “Hey kiddo, I know its kinda scary with all these new people, but you can trust them. They’ve all been a part of this weird family we pieced together.” She heard sniffling and looked at the heat signature beside her. “So you aren’t just a misunderstood adventurer, are you? You really are a villain? Thats why you have demons and monsters and secret mansions with black market ties…” Carmen thought a moment and nodded, “I suppose you could see it that way, but its more like being an anti-hero, we don’t kill and most the targets have done things that made them deserve what we did.”

Blendin sniffled still and made his head visible from inside his hoodie, the strings pulled tight. “So I have anti-hero villain parents who want to have custody of us..” Blendin groaned as he tried to wrap his head around it. “I… don’t know if I can do this. This was a bad idea. You probably just want to have us break the law with you..” Wally and M looked at Carmen who winced, she did hope she could use his door transport to help with the chest retrieval. “No, sweetheart.. I will never force you into anything you don’t to do, ok? I could never do that to you, especially since this Librarian candidacy seems to really have you excited. And I couldn’t be more proud, you are a brilliant colt, and you are handsome and so very loved! And your sister too! I wish she were here so I could tell her to her face!” She opened her arms and let him choose to hug her or not. The young colt groaned in uncertainty still but tilted himself into her arms, dropping his invisibility. “This is fine, its progress!” She rubs his back comfortingly. Wally smiled wide, bouncing in his chair a bit, “You are so good with kids. You always were.” M scoffed, “Give it time, they’re teens.”

#mlp oc pony #carmen pondiego #ask blog #story update #ao3 fanfic #Blendin #Waldo #marehem #Kiros #chapter 16

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xxgoblin-dumplingxx · 2 years

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Omg Grayson at this art show to support Damien but also to talk to teacher!reader

Dick sipped a little cup of fruit punch and smiled a little. Damian, of course, was leaning against a wall looking surly and disinterested, but, when you clicked by on your heels and said something to him, his face lightened, just a little.

After some digging, it didn't take Dick long to learn why. You were the only teacher that ever said anything about him was good. Even the not so good things you had to send home were more worried about him than frustrated.

"It looks nice, Dami," Dick said, coming to lean on the wall next to him.

"Of course it does," he scoffed.

"Miss Y/L/N has an eye for talent-"

"Please. Everyone else was incompetent. Let's not go overboard."

Dick ruffled his hair unphased, "Did you at least thank her for trying to make this less miserable?"

"It's a celebration of mediocrity."

"Dami." Dick looked down at the kid and suppressed a sigh with difficulty before glancing at where you were talking to parents. Explaining the different assignments kids had done and how pieces had been selected from each grade, he imagined. He and Bruce had never bothered to go to one of these little showcase things. But Bruce was doing his best to not look bored to death.

He'd showed up for Damian but was patently disinterested in any other kids' work- which was fair. And at least he seemed to not be flirting with you. That, for whatever reason made Dick feel irritated.

Watching the way some of the dads were watching you made his skin crawl. And it didn't take an expert to see you were similarly not a fan.

Still. Things were winding down now. Families were gathering their kids to go do- whatever it was people did after these things when they didn't have to suit up and prowl the city.

And as he watched you excuse yourself to start gathering programs that had been discarded, his eyes narrowed. A man old enough to be your father had evidently also realized you weren't standing near any children and decided this was his chance to say something... indecent.

Not today, asshole.

Dick pushed himself off the wall and strolled forward, scooping up a stack of papers on the way; figuring it would look less creepy if he was being helpful. "It all looked really good," he said, holding them out with his best charming smile.

"I- oh- thank you," You take them, juggling clumsily for a second to add them to the ones you already collected before pushing your glasses up.

"I don't know if you remember me," he said, rubbing the back of his neck, "We uh, only met for a secon-"

"Damian's older brother," you answer smiling.

"Right." He laughed and glanced briefly over your shoulder to watch the middle-aged horn dog amble away, defeated.

"Damian talks about you a lot," you tell him, lowering your voice slightly, glancing at where he'd gone to sulk next to Bruce.

Dick felt his face heat and he coughed slightly, "I uh- good things I hope."

"Mostly," you answer. Your polite smile turning into a grin as you crinkle your nose.

The heat he felt intensified and Dick brushed hair out of his eyes, "I won't keep you," he said, fidgeting with your stack of papers. "I just- I guess I just wanted to say thanks. Last year at school was hard on him. We were all a little relieved when he came home the first day and said it was 'Fine just horribly dull' instead of declaring he'd never go back."

"High praise indeed," you snort.

"Yeah," he chuckled. "So uh- thanks."

"He's gifted," you answer shrugging, your smile softening a little.

"Do me a favor?" Dick asked.

"Hmm?"

"Don't tell him that," he said. "His ego doesn't need the help."

#Dick Grayson #Dick Grayson x reader #teacher!reader #tiredofthisgeneration #ask answered #minors dni

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shirakumos-sandwich-shop · 2 years

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RBF - Resting Bitch Face

Katsuki Bakugo x Reader

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You were sitting in the 1A common area, headphones on as you plugged away at your homework. A thud on the couch brought your attention to a certain seething blonde, the rest of his squad quickly taking comfort in different seats in the area. You looked back at the hedgehog hair boy to see his narrowed eyes on you before casually shifting back into work mode.

Suddenly you felt your headphones ripped off of your head, hurting your ears in the process. "I SAID WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT LOOK FOR HUH?"

Your eyes widened at his outburst, "What look? I was just sitting here, the fuck?" You turned to look at the other members of his crew while rubbing your ears.

"I think he's talking about your RBF Y/N." Mina piped up, making Bakugo direct his flaming eyes in her direction. "RBF? What the hell is that?"

You rolled your eyes, "It's resting bitch face. It means I always look pissed, even though I was literally just sitting here, minding my business."

Bakugo's expression faltered, before he got angry again. "That's not a thing, you're just making it up."

"Why would she make something like that up Bakubro?" Kirishima attempted to intervene and descalate.

"Because she doesn't wanna admit she hates me. It's obvious she does.." His voice cracked at the end, showing he was bothered by it.

Kaminari let out a *cough* "Awkward." *cough* as everyone looked between you and the fiery boy.

You smiled as you gathered your supplies, deciding it would be a good time to study elsewhere. "I don't hate you. I'd say quite the opposite actually."

You let out a giggle as everyone's mouths dropped, taking that as your queue to walk away.

"Why does Y/N like Bakugo. He's so mean, it's not fair." Kaminari whined.

Bakugo eyes never left your retreating form as he mumbled to himself, "She likes me."

A quick shake of his head, and he directed his attention to someone else. "What did you say about me, Pikachu?! ILL KILL YOU!"

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"I think Bakugo is totally gonna ask you out." Mina's teasing voice made you jump in surprise.

"Geez Mina, can you not breathe down my neck? What are you even talking about?" You awkwardly shifted over so Mina could squeeze next to you on the small bench.

You were trying to enjoy the weather, sitting outside and doodling away. However, it seems the Bakusquad would forever be interrupting your life now.

"I'm just EXCITED! I've never seen Bakugou like this before. He's been whispering with Kirishima and fidgeting a lot today. I cornered Kaminari earlier and made him spill the beans, I knew he would have the juicy gossip."

"Well can you please share whatever you found out?"

"Bakugo is gonna do this large, romantic gesture. I'm talking flowers, chocolate, stuffed animals, and then BOOM! He'll profess his undying love for you, and ASK YOU OUT!!!" You felt your ears vibrate from Mina's squeals.

"Alright, alright that sounds nice and all, but I'm having trouble seeing Bakugo do that."

"Well my friend, you don't understand just how bad he has it for you! I wish I could be here when it happens." Mina let out a loud sigh and abruptly stood up.

"Wait, what? When is it happening?" You started to stand as well before Mina pushed a single finger against your forehead to keep you in place.

"It's happening….about now. YOU HAVE TO TELL ME EVERY DETAIL LATER, MKAY BYEEEEE!"

Before you could protest, Mina was gone, and in her place was Katsuki awkwardly standing in front of you. You surveyed his face and saw a tense, pinched expression staring back at you. His arms filled with a bouquet of flowers, a box of chocolates, and a large teddy bear.

"Um...hey Bakugo. What's all this for?" You mentally cursed and praised Mina for giving you a heads up. Otherwise, who knows how you would react.

"Y/N, ever since you've transferred to our class, I've really wanted to get to know you better. I've felt drawn to you since day one, your beautiful countenance, sweet laugh, adorable smile-"

Bakugo let out an awkward cough, stopping his monologue long enough to give you a chance to speak.

"Um...what?"

Bakugo stared at your face before grinding his teeth together, "Fuck that shitty hairs script, I told him it was pointless."

Your arms were suddenly filled with gifts as Bakugo plopped down next to you, his eyes closed in frustration.

"You have a bitch face." He suddenly spit out, making your eyes bulge out of your head.

"So you went from my beautiful countenance, to I have a bitch face?" You felt the urge to just get up and walk away, and it was almost like he sensed it.

"LET ME FINISH DAMN IT! please." He pleaded, his face turning red from the trainwreck this conversation had been.

You sighed before nodding once.

"You have a bitch face….and I really like bitch faces. Specifically yours. Because I like you. Alot."

You felt your cheeks turn pink as he stumbled through the words, obviously trying to come up with an original way to confess his feelings.

"Katsuki, you're lucky I like you too. Alot."

Bakugo's eyes widened before he quickly recovered and scoffed, "Yea I know. You made it pretty obvious. So you want to go grab some food or something?"

You rolled your eyes before standing up, "I would be delighted to."

#mha x reader #my hero academia #mha fanfiction #my hero academia fanfiction #bakugou x reader #bakugou katsuki x reader #bakugou katsuki

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Returning the love..

Words: 1.6k Notes: Binchan my heart T/w: Angst, intense.. Lee: Changbin Ler: Channie

For @itzsana-kiddingmenow

"Bin, am I worth it?" Chan's voice rang throughout the studio, sullenly slumping down into the couch. He had just ended a live where things didn't go as plan, making him spiral deep into thought about how he was really perceived by others. He usually confided these feelings into Changbin, the younger being his support to lean on through every hardship and negative thought he wished to get rid off. Tears welled up in his eyes, ready to lean onto the weight that held him steady during his hardships.

"Of course you are." Changbin replies, not looking back once at the sulking leader. His fingers drummed lightly to a beat they were making, as if lost in the dreams of his musicality to notice how the leader felt. Chan sniffled, hiding himself away in the corner of the couch as the rapper got consumed into the art of their production, awaiting his notice like a child who was deprived of their parents' care when they scraped their knee.

"But I'm not good enough..." The leader shuffled in his seat, Changbin snapping his head to lock eyes with him. How could he, of all people say he wasn't good enough? Bangchan, he who worked countless hours using up his blood, tears, life and soul dedicating himself to the members and entertainment to ensure stays hear their comebacks, he who comforted millions all over the world with speeches and hugs, dare say he wasn't good enough? If that was the case, then most people would be peasants underneath him then.

“You’re more than good, chan, I love you.” The younger sighs, the wheels of the chair squeaking in agony as he finally turned around to face the older, cupping Bangchan’s cheek with his hand to wipe away the tears gently with his index finger. The warmth of his hand felt like a cuddle blanket on winter day finally wrapped around him, making chan let out a soft smile to show off that dimple slightly, adding all the more to Changbin’s reasons on why he adorns his leader so much.

“I wouldn’t friend me if I was myself.” Bangchan mumbled, starting to sulk once more. The light in him dimmed down, flickering under Changbin's studious gaze, watching his every move from breathing patterns to every fidget, he saw it all. It almost scares the older, how much attention he's willing to put into cheering up the leader, never ever backing down from the depths of even hell to put a smile on everyone's face, almost like at the expense of himself.

"Don't say that, you're worth more than the world gives you." Changbin soothingly whispers, wrapping his arms around Chan to close up the holes in his heart that leaked out tears akin to a tap, never ending unless closed to the brim. Chan sobbed quietly, burying his head into the shoulder he sought warmth in, trembling and shaking as the bottle tipped over, spilling out its contents in the form of salty tears that soaked into Bin's shoulder. They laid in comfortable silence, neither daring to move an inch or more so make a breath deep enough to interrupt the currents of aircon that embraced them both coolly.

Eventually, the rapper shuffled awkwardly, as if his mouth entailed forbidden words that were stuck, his tongue caught along the strings of not wanting to hurt others. The leader silently rubbed at Changbin's back, coaxing the words out of him slowly but surely as a cough finally submerged from the quiet studio they both once basked in.

"Do you love me?" He choked out softly, afraid, scared that he had tugged too hard at the leader's heartstrings, afraid that he was asking for too much. He felt the frustration bubble up in him but also the lump forming in the back of his throat, conflicted between his emotions and his want to give the right, but icy advice at he struggled to get out. Bangchan's eyes widened at the question he himself had asked mere moments ago, as if the hourglass had flipped, their roles reversed. Of course he loved Changbin, there isn't a reason not to love the bubbly, outgoing rapper who could finish at work pile seriously when needed in a matter of days. However, he still hesitated, hesitated in giving the comfort the rapper gave him that he needed to return, and he didn't know why.

"Yea." Came the short reply of the leader, solemnly staring at the floorboards in the distance that seemed to nag at him for the lack of response. Changbin didn't complain, only releasing the hug to go back to his dreams and fantasies of music again. The hint of a frown was evident on the rapper's face, the clicking sounds seeming to drown out his thoughts mindlessly. However, Bangchan's satisfaction for the comfort never ended, although he felt extreme guilt for wanting more than he should've bargained for,

It would never be enough for him, wouldn't it?

"Changbin, I don't think I'm worth-" Bangchan mummured, fiddling with his fingers that grew to be clammy, sweating away its endless worries with the cold wind that evaporated its droplets. Changbin didn't respond, calmly heaving a sigh. But with the way the mouse squeezed under his hands threatened to break under the pressure with strips of veins poking out sneakily, his breaths interchanging unstably from quick and shallow to deep and calm told Chan otherwise on how he really felt.

"Do you even love yourself?" Changbin interrupted, the once calm and peaceful rapper looked like he was about to boil over in frustration with how he was tensed up despite his tone trying to reassure the leader. Bangchan flinched at the harsh underlying tone, he knew it was bound to happen. He knew his constant want to be comforted was going to drive anyone crazy at one point, no one could withstand their efforts amounting to nothing after all, it just left more scars than they would come into help with.

But yet something in Bangchan wouldn't stop pressing those buttons, as if wanting Changbin to overflow.

"...No." Was all Bangchan could get out, he was silent at the question. It felt slightly ridiculous, he thought he was expressive enough at the lack of self-love he had, but the piercing glare the younger had on the computer kept him at bay from questioning anything further, not wanting to press in any further to the buttons he had already broken. To his surprise, Changbin only pressed his temples together before gently massaging the area, almost to tell him how disappointed he was.

"You must love yourself before anyone else can love you." Changbin muttered, looking like the last of his energy was finally sucked away, his eyes held a tale of murky water, blank and deep and unable to look beyond its surface. Bangchan couldn't wrap his head around what he just heard, was the younger out of it? He knew of all people that Chan was almost incapable of loving himself, the little bursts of effort he used to put into even trying wearing down overtime when he barely made progress, just slumping back down to leaning onto the rapper for his every insecure need.

"No." The kangaroo repeated his words from before, refusing his words in an instant. He knew the words Changbin spoke were nothing short of the truth, but he didn't let it sink in. He couldn't believe himself, how was someone like him going to love someone as disgusting, downright filth as himself? His heart throbbed with shame, but it only deepened when Changbin simply stood from his chair like the singular dry response that the older gave, and left. The soft breeze of the air conditioner suddenly became humid, as Bangchan became more anxious of where the rapper had gone.

Maybe if he had tried, things would be different.

.....................................

Bangchan exhaled shakily, turning the door knob to the studio, dimly lit by flickering lights. It had been almost a year now, the kangaroo struggling to move a step into the rundown area. The scent of flowers lingered throughout, forever torturing him of things that poked the back of his mind like claws. He walks over solemnly to the table, pencil marks everywhere, little doodles of love that faded out along with his heart, a piece of paper half blank, the other filled with memories that taunted him.

Hesitantly picking up a pencil, he draws a flower, a flower that has wilted over time, drawing him out past his memories. The kind that flowed on top of the now lonely wind, the breeze that used to comfort them and bring them ever so closer, only to now chill him down to the bone. Chan felt tears welling up into his eyes again, but who could now comfort him when he felt this sad? Blinking back tears, he shut them for a moment, only to see him in that chair, the giggling echoing throughout the room as Chris could only think of him.

Kneeling down next to records that wilted overtime, Bangchan was now left alone again to wander these lonely streets that called out his name, only to be ignored as his heart squeezed and longed for someone else's comfort, and he knew exactly who. He wailed and trembled, screaming out in agony as he begged helplessly for the guiding light that was now put out, tears that streamed down his face knowing that nothing would ever change now.

With a slight tremble he lifts his head again, his ears were filled with the soft hum of the song they both used to sing together. Hiccupping through the pain, he sings along with what he refused to believe was a hallucination, bringing him the peace that finally settled along with the love in his heart, the strings that tugged with guilt finally set free, maybe, just maybe...

The floral scent that lingered awhile longer, stayed with him throughout that walk.

#I lied #its all angst #L #binchan ml #sorry #not rly #haha #happy late april fools #..?

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ahsokasleftbicep · 1 year

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150 Kilograms....No Big Deal

Tech casually destroys his leg with a 150 kg(330 lbs) chest. You take care of him and both of you are flustered.

Enjoy! I hope you guys like it! Give me some feedback and let me know what you think! 🐢

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Tech groans as you seat him the chair in your room. Cid had been kind enough to clear out some old storage spaces to make rooms for the batch and yourself.

Tech had never been in your room before, but he rather liked it. It was an organized but mish mash of trinkets and colored fabrics. It was very different than what he was used to.

"Ah, please be careful." Tech grabs your shoulder as you take off his leg armor.

"I'm trying to, but 150 kilograms of weight crushing your leg doesn't make it easy." You remove the rest of his leg armor. You were frustrated with him. It wasn't his fault that the chest crushed his leg of course. It was the fact that he continued in combat and ruined his leg more.

"Can you take off your blacks please?" You say as you remove your upper armor for some mobility.

"W-What?" His face goes flush and his eyes wide. "Why?"

"I can't give you a bacta shot properly through your blacks."

"Oh.. okay"

You turn around to give him some privacy, you almost turn around when he groans in pain, but he quickly told you he was alright.

Tech's hands were fidgeting as he undid his armor. When he finished, he was simply in a pair of boxers. He rubbed his hands together and coughed.

"Okay, I'm.. ready."

You turned around slowly and blushed red. Wow. Tech was... Muscular. It was wrong to think, that he couldn't have muscle. He was a clone and had to go through the same training as the others, but what you saw wasn't expected.

"Okay," you walked towards him and knelt down. "It's going to be okay, I'll work as quickly as I can." You didn't look up but Tech breathing was shaky.

He had been rather fond of you for a while, but he kept his feeling cycling in his head. He never thought that he would be half naked, with you taking care of him. He winced as you adjusted his leg.

"I'm sorry..." You said softly, trying to feel around his leg to estimate the damage.

You carefully moved his leg and grimaced at the bruising. It was bad, but not unfixable. It would certainly be a while though.

Tech just kept his eyes on your face, and even if the circumstances were not ideal, the feeling of your hands on him felt amazing. You were so gentle and so observant of his injury, and that made the pain a little more bearable.

"Okay, I'm going to have to give you two bacta shots and then a patch for overnight." You looked up at him with a small smile. "You'll be fine in no time, I'll make sure of it."

He grinned a little, almost unnoticeable, "Thank you."

The two shots were done and over with fairly quickly, but the patch was a little awkward. You had to place it on his upper thigh, basically right below the hip bone. You gulped.

"Tech, I need to put the patch up higher... May I roll up your boxers a little bit?"

He clenched his jaw and wiggled in his seat before nodding.

Your fingers went just under the hem of the leg and slowly pushed up the fabric. The patch felt cold in his skin compared to your hands. He let out a breathy gasp as you smoothed the patch down.

"How do you feel?" You glanced up at him.

"It still hurts, but it's manageable now."

"It will take a while for you to put weight on it, now you just have to wait." You stood up to put your supplies away. A hand stops you.

Tech grabs your wrist and pulls you closer. He has a burst of confidence as he looks at you.

"I have a question...if you'll let me ask it."

You step even closer. "Of course...ask away."

"May I kiss you?" His heart drops when your eyes widen. This was a mistake.

"...Yes." Techs head shoots up at your response, his eyes sparkling.

You kneel between his legs and lean closer. You put your hands on the side of his face and give him a gentle kiss. Tech relaxes, his shoulders going slack and closes his eyes.

You part, eyes wide, smiles on both faces. Tech cups your face, kissing you with some more urgency. You scoot closer and loop your arms around his neck.

"Will you...stay with...me..tonight?" You manage between kisses.

"Yes...gladly." You part from each other, flushed.

You're brow furrows for a moment.

"What's the matter?"

"How are we going to work around... Your leg?" You gesture to his bruised leg.

It's quiet for a moment. "I don't have a plan for that so maybe...we make it up as we go along? As they general population says?"

You smile as give him a peck on the cheek. "That works for me."

#the bad batch #tbb tech #my baby #i love him

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minteyemikeyshroud · 2 years

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DBNO

Idia Shroud x GN! Reader (I think)

Contains: Hanahaki Disease, Angst With a Happy Ending

Shortly after arriving at Idia’s room for our binge night, I’m watching him set up the queue of where we left off last week. I spread out our snacks, making sure I hide some of the candy. If he doesn’t know how much there is, it’ll last the few hours it’d take anyone else to go through it. We should have enough to last all night if we’re careful. The gummy octopus reminds me of something from earlier today and I let out a giggle.

“What’s so funny?” Idia asks, taking his seat next to me.

“Oh, it’s just something I was told earlier today. Apparently, there’s a rumor going around that Azul wants to ask me out. I guess some students in Octavinelle heard Floyd shouting about the boss man having the hots for the shrimp.” I put the octopus to the side and reach for a drink.

Idia says nothing and stares at the discarded gummy instead. His hand is midway to the candy pile, motionless.

“Ids? You good?” I nudge him with my shoulder.

He snaps out of it and grabs an assortment of fruit flavors. With a shrug, he looks at the screen where the first episode is waiting to be played. “I’m fine. Ready to get started?”

“If you need to talk, remember I’m always here. You can hit play.” I settle in my spot, melting into my hoodie.

The first episode is over quickly. Idia was unusually quiet and tearing through the snacks like a man on a mission. By the end of the third episode, I need to pull out the hidden reserve. His body language is tense and he’s fidgeting. I rest my hand on top of his and look at him.

“Are you sure you’re okay? You look super uncomfortable. Is there anything I can do?” My brows knit together in concern.

He clears his throat and chugs some of his energy drink. “I’ll be fine. Nothing to worry about. I saw on a discussion board that this next episode has a major plot twist.”

“Oh… okay” I don’t believe him, but I know pushing will just make whatever’s going on worse.

We run out of snacks by the end of the sixth episode. The only thing untouched is the gummy octopus. “Do you want me to do a snack run, Ids?”

“You can if you want something. I’m good.” His arms wrap around his middle, and he doesn’t look away from the show. He hasn’t looked at me in hours that I’ve noticed. Idia’s face is scrunched up in discomfort reaches for his drink.

“I’m alright. We’re near the end of this season, right?” I smile at him.

Idia nods. He aggressively clears his throat once again.

“You’ve been doing that a lot. Would you like me to bring you some tea or something?” I put my hand on his arm.

Idia flinches at the contact. I pull my hand back like I’d been burned, eyes widening in surprise. He hasn’t done that in months at this point.

“It’s just a tickle that doesn’t want to go away. I think I should go to bed after this season ends.” He glances at me.

“Alright…” I rub at my arm and turn back to the screen.

Forty minutes later, the season finale’s credits roll. I pack up the trash from tonight to toss on my way out of Ignihyde. Idia stops the auto-play feature before the next episode can start.

“I’ll talk to you later?” I put my arms out for a hug. Idia wraps his arms around me, and we stand there for a moment, enjoying one another’s company. I pull back to smile at him. “Rest well, Idia.”

I grab my things and head out of the room. There’s a small cough behind me as the door is closing.

The school week never passes fast enough. It gets old being pushed around in the halls. Whispers about Azul follow me more through the week. By Wednesday, I hear his name between every class. I set my head down on the lunch table and groan.

“What’s up with you?” Ace asks, sitting next to me.

“Are you okay?” Deuce sits across from me.

“MC is probably overwhelmed with the rumors floating around.” Epel joins us.

I groan louder this time and sit back up. “It’s every class! It’s following me everywhere I go. I’m so sick of people pointing at me and whispering.”

“I heard one where Azul trapped you in a contract to be with him. You lost a bet or something in that board game club and had to sign it.” Ace laughs.

“That’s awful.” Epel looks up from his apple.

“It’s better than the one where the twins threaten MC into it.” Grim says with a mouthful.

“I hadn’t heard that one…” Deuce looks at me with sympathy.

“What am I going to do? I’m already in love with someone else and I’m afraid of how the school is going to react when word gets out. I don’t want to hurt Azul. He’s so nice to me. I’ll look like a liar if I don’t ask out the guy I love. I just also know I’ll get rejected. It’s a lose-lose.” I put my face in my hands.

“You’re in love with that shut-in?” Grim asks.

“Grim!” My head snaps up to look at him.

“Shut-in? Does he mean Shroud-senpai?” Deuce is shocked. “Do you even know him that well?”

“MC goes to his dorm every Friday night. They haven’t come back until Saturday a few times. They’ve been hanging out for over a year.” Grim says like it’s the most obvious thing in the world.

“Why didn’t any of us know that?! You’ve stayed the night with him?!” Ace raises his voice.

I slap my hand over his mouth. “You’re too loud! It’s not like that! We’re literally just spending time together!”

“Every weekend for a year? That’s not exactly casual.” Epel raises an eyebrow.

“We binge anime together!” I defend, releasing Ace.

“One of those creepy twins is coming over here.” Deuce leans forward, whispering.

Jade reaches our table and smiles at us. “Hello, everyone. MC, may I have a moment of your time?”

“Hi, Jade. Sure, what’s up?” I smile nervously.

“I am to assume you’ve heard the rumors, no?” I nod. “What do you think of them?” Jade brings his hand up to rest under his chin.

“Some of them are highly concerning. People seem to think I’m going to be kidnapped or something.” I look away.

“No need for alarm. That would never happen. How about the core of them? What do you think of that?” Jade raises an eyebrow, amused.

“That Azul has feelings for me? I have no idea if that’s true.” I bring my gaze back to Jade.

“And if it was?” He presses.

“It wouldn’t matter because MC is in love with someone!” Ace answers before I get a chance.

“Oh?” Jade questions.

“Yeah! MC has been pining over-” I stuff a bread roll in his mouth.

“Stop. Talking. Final warning.” I glare at him. He nods his head. “This right here is exactly why you didn’t know I spend time with him.”

“Interesting. I’ll see you around, MC.” Jade bows slightly before walking away from our table.

That comment made me uneasy the rest of the week. The rumors persisted through any and every passing with other students. They mutated into me being the heartless jerk that broke Azul’s heart. Everyone wants to know who it is that I have feelings for. Anyone I interact with is considered an option and has been cornered to be questioned. I’ve lost sleep since the week started due to the stress of being the center of attention again. Finally, Friday rolls around. I need to relax and forget about this week for a while. I need Idia.

Waiting for our regular meet time is torture. I send my normal “On my way!” text and leave Ramshackle. Heading through the courtyard is a nightmare. Clusters of students are all talking about me and a few mentions wanting to follow me to see where I’m going. I hurry to the Hall of Mirrors to get into Ignihyde.

I’m out of breath when I reach Idia’s door. Looking around me, I knock on the door, hoping he lets me in quickly. The door swings open, greeting me with a tired looking Idia. He steps back to let me in the room, and I waste no time getting out of the hall. I take my usual seat on his bed and watch as he sits at his computer.

“You look exhausted, Idia. Are you alright?” I look at him in worry.

“I haven’t been sleeping the best. You don’t look much better.” He raises an eyebrow at me.

“I haven’t slept well either. It’s… been a long week. Are we starting the next season from last week, or catching up on something else?” I try to change the subject.

“I have the next season pulled up.” He coughs softly, adjusting the screen to be visible from the bed. I give an affirmative when asked if the angle is alright. He joins me on the bed after hitting play. “You look stressed. What’s going on?”

“These rumors about Azul are following me everywhere. I can’t escape them anywhere I go.” I sigh.

He looks away as he coughs a few more times. “Escape them? You sound like you’re trying to run away. You don’t like Azul?”

“Not in that way. I tried to get them to stop. Jade came up to me asking my thoughts on the whole thing. It all got so much worse after word got out that I’m in love with someone else.” A blush colors my cheekbones as I look at him. I don’t know if I’ll ever be able to tell you it’s you.

He starts coughing so hard it sounds like he’s choking. Wheezing fills the room as he tries to breathe in between coughs.

“Idia are you okay?! Can I get you anything?” I pat his back, hoping to help him get through it.

He pulls away, facing the opposite direction. “I-I just haven’t felt the best l-lately. Can we reschedule?”

“Sure!… Don’t hesitate to call me if you need anything.” As I close the door behind him, I tell him “Feel better, Idia.”

The gossiping starts back up as I make my way through campus again. They all want to know where I went to be headed back so soon. Did I just get rejected? Serves me right for hurting Azul. I haven’t even gotten to speak to him since this started!

I go directly to the bedroom after getting back to Ramshackle. Slipping on some pajamas, I resign myself to spend the rest of the night on my phone. Grim’s out with Adeuce. I just hope they’re not giving Riddle any trouble.

After school lets out for the day on Monday, Deuce stops me on the way back to the dorm. “Are you alright? You weren’t very present today.”

“I’m fine. I’m just not sleeping well.” I smile and walk away.

I send a text to Idia.

“How are you feeling?”

I Have the Power of God and Anime On My Side

Not great, but it’ll pass.

Epel pulls me aside on the way to lunch on Tuesday. “You’ve been quieter than usual. Is there anything you need to talk about?”

“I’m okay! Thank you for caring.” I head to the lunchroom with no further comment.

Jack calls for me as I pass the Hall of Mirrors on Thursday. “MC. Your eye bags are intense. Are you doing okay? Do I need to handle people talking about you?”

“No, no. It’s not a big deal. It’ll stop.” I flash him a smile and continue on my way.

I check in with Idia.

“Any better? I could pick up some medicine from Sam if that’d help.”

I Have the Power of God and Anime On My Side

It’ll go away on its own. I need to cancel our binge night this week. I don’t want to get you sick.

That’s disappointing. Whatever he needs though.

“I understand. Feel better, Idia.”

I spend the entirety of the weekend moping around. I miss Idia. The dorm can only be cleaned so much with the shoddy products and tools at my disposal.

The next weeks drags on. Speculation about who I’m interested is still raging like a wildfire. The general consensus is that whoever it is must’ve rejected or ghosted me because I look terrible.

I have been sending Idia texts every day just to get left on read. My friends worry more with each day that passes. Ace, Deuce, and Grim stop me in the courtyard when school ends before I can go hide in bed. It’s obvious Idia doesn’t want to see me, and they can tell from the look on my face that I’m hurt.

“We’re not letting you run away today. You’re going to sit with us and talk. Something is obviously very wrong with you, and we want to help you through it. What the hell is going on? Does what these idiots say bother you that much?” Ace grabs my wrist and drags me to sit under a tree.

“No. I don’t care about what they think. They’ll get bored and it’ll stop.” I sigh, bringing my knees up to my chest.

“Then what is what’s bothering you? Your eye bags are super dark, you’re not eating much, and Grim said you just sit in your bed after you finish your homework. You haven’t been outside except for classes all week. Even Riddle is asking about you.” Deuce sits with us, Grim asleep on his shoulder.

“It’s stupid.” I stare up at the tree.

“It can’t be too stupid for you to be so upset.” Ace sounds exasperated.

“Idia has been avoiding me. He canceled our plans last week and has left me on read all of this week. I miss him and I can’t figure out what I would’ve done for him to ghost me after a year of seeing each other regularly. All I can think of is that somehow it got out that I love him and he found out. He didn’t know how to tell me he doesn’t see me that way, and he ghosted me.” Don’t cry out in the open. Don’t do it. It’ll just feed the rumors.

“Have you tried just telling him yourself?” Deuce asks.

“I didn’t want to creep him out. I didn’t want to risk losing him if he didn’t feel the same because I was dumb enough to fall in love with my best friend.” I hide my face on my knees.

“Keeping quiet didn’t exactly help. Do you really want to try telling him now? It wouldn’t look good sending that in a text after he’s ghosted you for a week.” Ace sounds irritated.

“Don’t be rude man!” Deuce snaps.

“Am I wrong though?” Ace responds.

“MC! I’M SO GLAD I FOUND YOU!” Is heard approaching us quickly.

I look up to see Ortho coming up to us. “Ortho? What’s wrong? Did something happen?”

He shouts as he reaches us. “IT’S IDIA! HE COLLAPSED! THERE’S BLOOD! HE’S COUGHING UP BLOOD!”

I shoot to my feet and sprint to the Hall of Mirrors so fast it’d put the track team to shame. Ortho is hot on my heels as we race through the halls to reach Idia. I throw the door open to see him on all fours choking, with a pile of blood and flower petals under him. He looks up at us when the door slams against the wall. He looks so tired, and there’s blood trickling down his chin.

I throw myself on my knees in front of him, meeting his startled expression as Ortho closes the door behind us. “Idia! What’s happening?!”

“You can’t be here! I don’t want you to see this!” He coughs out more blood and flower petals. The petals are coming out of him?!

“But what is this?!” I watch in horror as clumps of partially formed flowers hit the floor.

“MC, have you ever heard of Hanahaki? All searches of his symptoms are pulling it up as the only answer.” Ortho appears next to me.

I look up at him, eyes wide. “THAT’S REAL HERE?!” I whip my head back to Idia. “IDIA, WHO IS IT? WE NEED TO TRY TO FIX IT BEFORE IT’S TOO LATE!”

A fully formed flower lands on top of the pile. Blue Morningstar. Idia wheezes as he looks at me.

“Please, go! It doesn’t matter!” He gasps out.

“It matters to me! Please! I can’t lose you, Idia!” I plead with him.

“You’re just saying that!” Idia glares at me.

“I at least want to know whose ass I’m kicking for taking you away!” They can’t get away with hurting him!

“Why do you care?!” He snaps.

“I’M IN LOVE WITH YOU, YOU AWKWARD FUCK! DON’T LEAVE ORTHO! DON’T LEAVE ME!” I yell at him.

He sits up on his heels and looks at me, eyes wider than I’ve ever seen them. The coughing has eased up. “Didn’t you say you had someone you loved?”

“Yes! I meant you! I thought you got it and it made you so uncomfortable that you ghosted me! That isn’t what matters here! Who’s hurting you?!” I demand, hysterical.

“What?” Idia’s face is a perfect mask of shock.

I shuffle forward and grab both sides of his face. “IDIA!”

“MC… I came to you for a reason.” Ortho says softly.

“Huh? There’s no way! He could do better!” I turn to him, not releasing Idia’s face.

“MC.” Ortho looks at me seriously.

“I won‘t believe that unless I hear it from him directly!” Tears are flowing freely from my eyes.

“MC….” Idia places his hands over mine.

”Tell me. Please tell me… Is Ortho right? Do you love me?” I hiccup on a sob looking in his eyes.

Idia sighs. “Yes… I love you, MC.” He looks away.

“I love you, too! I’m so sorry I hurt you!” I lean forward and kiss him, pouring all my love into it.

Idia looks dazed when we part. “I can breathe… I’m not going to die?”

“You were really going to let yourself die instead of telling me how you feel?” I look at him incredulously.

“I didn’t want to die and also be rejected.” Idia says like I should’ve known. I laugh at his firm expression and stroke some hair out of his face. “MC, you’re crawling around in my blood and it’s on your face.”

I laugh harder. “I don’t care. That can be dealt with in a bit. Right now, I just need to know you’re going to be okay. You must’ve been suffering so much. I can’t even imagine how awful this must’ve been. I’m never letting you out of my sight again. I love you, Idia.”

Unbeknownst to us, the news of my race with Ortho through campus has made its way around. Everyone is certain I was talking about Idia, and theories of what’s happening in his room are spreading. In the center of all the chatter, my friends sit still stunned I’m capable of moving that fast.

AN: Blue Morningstar flowers represent a symbol of balance, it represents both a celebration of love and unrequited love, both good moments and grief, etc.

#idia shroud x reader #hanahaki disease

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•OC FIC•

Characters: Felix (he/him), Nyssa (she/her), Alzena (she/her), Maddox (he/him), Astley (he/him), Rory (they/she), Wilder (he/him), Kuali’i (he/him), January (he/him), Akali (he/him), Winola (she/her), Reagan (she/her)

Characters in purple all belong to @jiphenn

Felix felt someone fixing the blanket laid over him, tucking it back in. They moved it with the utmost care, making sure that he was comfortable.

He shifted, blinking groggily. He was laying on a couch in what looked like… Chumps Jr.? Reagan was passed out beside him, half on the floor, half laying on the couch, dark circles under her eyes. Her make-up was smudged, making them appear worse, and she looked like she had been crying before she fell asleep. Nyssa was at his side, readjusting his pillow. He could see a few other couches in the room, and Alzena, Maddox and Astley all sprawled out on them, doing their own things. He sat up, brushing back his bangs and rubbing the gunk out of his eyes.

“OH MY GOSH.” Nyssa screeched, going pale. He didn’t understand what the big deal was, still groggy and kind of half-asleep. Her mouth was making a huge O, absolutely horrified. Felix shifted uncomfortably, blinking at her in confusion.

“Oh Felix,” It was Rory, walking into the room at Nyssa’s scream, looking honestly relieved to see him up. “I thought you were a goner.”

“Uh, hi?” Felix croaked, his voice rough. His mouth was as dry as sandpaper, like he hadn’t drank anything in weeks. He cleared his throat, coughing slightly. Rory sat down beside him, patting his knee and smiling. “How’re you feeling?”

Felix shrugged. He felt fine for the most part, albeit confused on what was going on. The last thing he remembered had been stepping through the portal and leaving Ms. Cora and Adelio behind, before everything went black. “I’m okay.”

Nyssa pressed a cold glass into his hands. “You’ve had loads of time to rest so I hope you’re feeling fine.” Rory said.

Felix took a huge gulp of water, instantly feeling better. “How long have I been out?”

“A month or so.”

Felix blinked, almost choking on his water. Over a month. He glanced around again. January, Akali, Kuali’i, Wilder and Winola weren’t present. He remembered Winola’s mangled and bloody legs, the explosion. How Astley had come back carrying an unconscious Wilder. Akali covered in his own blood. “Is everyone okay?” He asked, terrified to hear that some of them hadn’t made it through the month.

Rory smiled, but it didn’t reach her eyes. “I guess you could say that.”

Felix relaxed a little, running his finger along the edge of his cup. Akali was alive. January was alive. His friends had made it. That was all that mattered.

“Well breakfast is coming up so I need you guys to get that ready while I finish up with the rest of the club.” Rory turned back to the rest of the group. Maddox and Alzena stood up, nodding quickly and heading towards what must have been the kitchen. “Call me if you need anything.” She said finally, turning to head back into the other room.

Felix sat there, left alone with his thoughts. Reagan was still fast asleep beside him on the floor, curled up in a ball. Her hair was unruly, spilling out around her in knots. It had flecks of blood stuck in it, and bits of dirt and dust were smeared on her face. Astley and Nyssa didn’t try to speak to him, but Nyssa was fidgeting near by, occasionally glancing in his direction before nervously looking away.

Cold burned his face and hands, no longer protected by the warmth of the blanket. He leaned back into the couch, staring up at the ceiling. He swore there was a spare piece of wood covering a hole in the roof. His arm was stiff, shoulder burning slightly, but it was much fainter than before he passed out. His ribs ached. He felt completely worn out, even though he’d been asleep for over a month.

After a few minutes, Rory, Winola, Wilder, January, Akali and Kuali’i all walked in one by one, with Rory helping support Winola and Kuali’i. Watching them, they looked vastly different. It really dawned on Felix just how much time had passed, and how much he had missed, while he was knocked out.

January’s hair was longer, black roots contrasting with the milky brown colour it once was. His fingers and arm were bandaged up. Wilder’s hair was shorter and choppy, his once bright-red colour now faded. Both his arms and one hand were loosely wrapped by white bandages. Kuali’i looked the worst off, his torso, leg, and arm all wrapped up. His hair was tangled and dirty, the once bright pink highlights that littered his hair now dull and sad. He had light pink scars on the insides of his wrists - fresh. Winola didn’t seem that different, her hair longer, the green under-dye now faded to an ugly colour. Akali looked over to Felix, and he had to do a double take.

Akali wasn’t wearing his mask. Felix couldn’t remember a time he didn’t have it. Even when they were only five years old he’d worn it. Felix didn’t think he had ever even seen Akali’s face before. Its absence made him look like an entirely different person. Felix didn’t know why it seemed to bother him so much, maybe it was the way Akali’s eye bags were heavier than a month ago, his posture more slouched. Maybe it was the way the group had changed so much, all while Felix was too out of it to care. A part of him just wanted it all to stay the same, wanted to pause everything in time, go back to the last club meeting, when they all were just playing board games and enjoying each others presence.

Wilder and Kuali’i completely ignored Felix, not paying him any attention and sitting down.

January refused to even look at him.

“How was your nap?” Akali asked. It was kind of bizarre to see below his face completely. His hair was messy, and it looked like it had been a long time since he had showered. It smelt like it too. He had dried blood all over his clothes. Akali was an absolute clean-freak. A month ago simply taking off his gloves or mask would’ve made him cringe, much less not showering for that long.

“Good.” Felix nodded at him. He was glad that Akali at least talked to him, since January seemed to want to act like Felix didn’t exist. Never once had January ever ignored him. He remembered the countless Chemistry classes where he prayed for January to sit somewhere else, to stop talking to him, all to no avail. Now Felix just wished he would at least acknowledge him.

Maddox and Alzena walked through, carrying breakfast. Felix stared at it, praying that they had actual edible food. He wasn’t sure if he could stomach mouldy grey burgers right now, or ever. The stench of greasy meat, sweat, and blood was already becoming too much.

But he was also starving, having been in a coma for a month, and desperate for any kind of food.

Maddox and Alzena handed around mini yogurt tubes, to Felix’s immediate relief. They had somehow gotten real food. He tore into his, wishing they had more to go around.

Everyone ate in silence. It was strange, seeing all his friends so quiet. No one was smiling or laughing like they used to. Not that Felix really felt like it either, the Winter Concert still fresh in his mind. He could still see Gunther, his massive form shrinking under a mountain of rubble before Akali had zapped them away. Could still see January’s face, as he returned with an unconscious Wilder, Avil gone. The memories replayed in his head, sharp and painful.

Bliss. Before he could stop himself, his thoughts drifted back to her house, to abandoning her there, soaked in her blood. To the way he hadn’t been strong enough to stop Gunther from crushing her, how he’d been held back and watched, screaming for Gunther to spare her. How Gunther had just laughed. How he had been so utterly useless against him, months of training at January’s mansion all for nothing.

He tried to push down the guilt, the tears that sprang to his eyes at the thought of her. He wished someone would say something, tell him what was going on, what was going to happen. He wished January wasn’t sitting there numbly, blatantly ignoring everyone in the room. He wished he was at home, safe. Not in this freezing room, his shoulder stinging, with his friends who were all acting like complete strangers.

Reagan began to shift, stirring awake. Everyone’s eyes landed on her, the atmosphere growing ten times more tense. Slowly she raised her head, blinking the sleep out of her eyes and glancing around.

“Morning,” Felix said quietly, giving her a small smile.

Reagan froze at the sound of his voice, her head whipping towards him. Her eyes went completely wide.

“FELIX!”

Her scream probably could’ve been heard by the whole neighbourhood. He flinched, taken aback.

Reagan pounced on him, hugging him tight as she could. Like he might disappear if she let go. She started to wail, her whole body heaving with sobs. Felix wrapped his arms around her, lightly patting her back. “It’s okay.” He whispered to her.

“NO IT’S NOT OKAY!” Reagan cried even harder, sniffling and coughing. “I THOUGHT I LOST YOU!”

Felix rubbed her back, feeling awkward by her outburst. He could hear Rory ushering the club out of the room. Reagan didn’t care, still squeezing him as hard as she could. He leaned into her shoulder, closing his eyes, taking in her warmth. “I’m okay now.”

Reagan pulled away, tears still streaming down her face. She sobbed loudly, hands shaking as she gripped his arms. “BUT YOU’RE NOT! YOU’RE CUT AND BRUISED ALL OVER. YOU CAN BARELY MOVE YOUR ARM.” Her eyes were bright with grief. Felix had never seen her this stricken. She had always cried easily, but it was never like this, so hard that she could barely even breathe, gasping for air. She hadn’t even been like this at their parents funeral.

He grabbed her hand and gave it a squeeze, trying to smile at her comfortingly, to show her he was alright. That he was here. “I’m okay Reagan. I’m alive.”

“YOU SHOULDN’T EVEN BE IN THIS SCENARIO!” Reagan’s crying was somehow getting even louder, pure pain in her voice. Felix had never felt worse. This was his fault. He’d done this. He cleared his throat, his voice shaking slightly. He’d just woken up, and Reagan was already losing it. He just wanted to be with her and Paisley, eating breakfast together as a family and laughing. He just wanted things to go back to how they were.

“I’m sorry.” He said, his voice not even a whisper anymore.

“YOU GOT SHOT.” Reagan continued to scream. “GO UNCONSCIOUS FOR A MONTH. AND I HAVE TO LEARN FROM ALL YOUR FRIENDS THAT YOU WERE IN A DIOLE CLUB FOR MONTHS!”

Felix stared at her pleadingly, guilt a hundred times heavier. “I’m sorry. I thought it was going to help!”

“And the worst part is,” Reagan stared at him, completely betrayed. “You never told me a THING. I thought you trusted me.” Her voice cracked.

Felix had never hated himself more in that moment. He regretted every single thing he had done for the last five months. Coming home on the first day with fake smiles, feeding her and Paisley lies. Reagan smiling when he mentioned the Board Game Club, hopeful he might actually make some friends. Sneaking into her and Paisley’s room when he was supposed to be at school, searching for Paisley’s medical information, for her ID. Carefully writing it all down and handing it to January the next day. Yelling at Reagan after she had found him with Gunther, missing for seven hours after school. Leaving to sleep at January’s, refusing to answer any of her worried questions. The hundreds of secrets he had kept. The way Reagan had begged him to just talk to her, and after every single lie didn’t work, just screaming for her to get out of his room. Every fight they had, the way he could hear Reagan talking to Paisley late at night, asking why he suddenly hated her, why he suddenly had pulled away.

He fought to choke back a sob, tears blurring his vision.

“I wanted to! I really did.” Reagan was just staring at him, her whole body convulsing with sobs. “But if I told you we would’ve moved. I was going to tell you soon, when the vaccine came out.” His voice took on an edge of complete desperation.

“When the vaccine came out? THAT WAS THE DAY AFTER YOU GOT ATTACKED!”

Suddenly Felix’s guilt started to turn into anger. He’d just lost everything, yet all Reagan could do was scream at him. He wished she’d comfort him, reassure him, hold him and tell him it would be okay. But he had to comfort her, had to listen to her scream at him after he’d so desperately tried to keep them safe. After he had almost died. He hadn’t asked for this, hadn’t asked for the vaccine. He’d never been more scared in his entire life, had never been more lost.

“WHY ARE YOU BEING LIKE THIS?” He yelled back. “Do you think I wanted this to happen? I didn’t realize he would do that! He was my friend.” He couldn’t force himself to say Gunther’s name out loud, his betrayal still too painful.

“WAS.” Reagan retorted. “He was your friend. I am your sister! Some guy you know for a week tells you not to tell anyone about a secret concerning your own life and you choose them over me? Did you really not trust me that much?”

“How was I supposed to tell you?! January Restall finds out I’m a Diole and tells a bunch of others. You wouldn’t have listened! We would have just moved and then guess what!?” He thought about how many times they’d moved over the years, how they were always running. How she’d wanted to move almost as soon as they had gotten there. She wouldn’t have agreed to stay. January had been his one chance. If he’d told her, he would’ve thrown everything away. He would’ve never guessed that by February they’d be sitting on this couch, screaming at each other. “I’d be dead.”

He thought he was doing the right thing.

“WE COULD HAVE FOUND ANOTHER WAY OUT! THAT’S WHAT WE-“ Reagan’s voice was raw with emotion. “THAT’S WHAT I’VE BEEN DOING THIS ENTIRE TIME.”

“Oh yeah? How would you find another way out Reagan? I didn't see you planning these past few months! YOU JUST FELL APART AND ACCEPTED THAT I WOULD DIE.”

Almost every night he heard her sobbing; when the vaccine was formally announced she’d made him come home immediately, hugging him at the door for what felt like forever. He missed two days of school, staying with her and Paisley as Reagan did nothing but cry and tell the both of them how much she loved them. Since November she had been a mess, constantly checking up on him, constantly worrying. When they walked to Diantha Rose on the night of the concert Reagan had given him the biggest hug ever, told him how proud she was, her eyes shiny with tears. Like she was saying goodbye to him forever. She’d never tried to stop it, never tried to figure a way for him to not get the vaccine. She’d simply just believed that he would die, and that was it.

“PAISLEY KNEW A PLACE. PAISLEY COULD HAVE HELPED.” Reagan’s voice conveyed something much angrier than before, Paisley’s name said with resentment.

The sound of her name made him want to cry, a reminder that he had failed. That she was missing, and he hadn’t protected her. That she could be dead right now, and it was because of him.

“WELL I DIDN’T KNOW.” He screamed. “JANUARY WAS GIVING ME A PERFECT SOLUTION TO ALL MY PROBLEMS. I WAS JUST TRYING TO PROTECT PAISLEY. I JUST WANTED TO LIVE NORMALLY. I WAS DOING WHAT I THOUGHT WAS RIGHT.” He begged for her to understand. He’d only done this for them. He had wanted to keep his family safe for once, always the reason they had to run in the first place, constantly putting them all in danger.

Reagan didn’t even seem to hear him anymore, staring down at her hands. Tears streamed down her face, and she sobbed quietly, almost like she was trying to suppress it now. She twisted at the ring on her finger, staring at it with a sense of longing that made Felix feel sick to his stomach. Paisley was missing and he had no clue where she was, if she was okay. Reagan had spent a month watching over him in his coma, all while having to worry if Paisley had even made it out. His anger dissipated, and he felt immediate burning shame for lashing out at her, for screaming at her. She must’ve been beyond stressed and scared, watching him almost die, all while being in the dark about everything.

He had told himself that he was right, that this was all necessary, that the lies and fighting with her would all be worth it in the end, when him and Paisley were safe. But now, watching his sister cry in front of him, so very heartbroken, he was pretty sure it was the biggest mistake he had ever made in his life.

“I need to go,” Reagan said, her voice hoarse. She turned away from him and stood up, walking out without another word, without another glance. Leaving him alone, wishing nothing more than to have his big sister at his side.

#TW implied suicide attempt #it’s like barely even implied but #dioles tag #oc: Felix #oc: Reagan #oc: Nyssa #oc: Rory #oc: January #oc: Akali #ocs: The Board Game Club #my ocs #oc fic

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kettouryuujin · 2 years

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Toller of the Mirelands - Arezu

[Inspired by @monsoon-of-art's Pokerus AU]

As the group continued up the Dungeon, Rei fidgeted with the crafting tools. His mind was stuck on what Akari had discussed while they'd taken a breather to make some Ethers and Potions. A device that taught a move to a Pokemon in seconds? That was just incredible! Even if couldn't teach any move to any Pokemon, it was still a miracle machine.

Oh, he was glad he’d convinced Akari to wait on using any more yet. The Professor would love to inspect them, such a device was beyond his wildest dreams-

*KLONG!* “OW!”

-And he should’ve been watching his path. Welp, paid for that. Grumbling, the ‘chu rubbed his head as he backed away from the obstruction.

It was a big obstruction, easily four times his height. The large silver bell-like structure continued to resound through the dungeon, forcing Rei to hold his large ears against his skull. Ok. That was loud. Erm… ok, just try to slip around, ignore the red ribbon tied to the top of the bell.

Wait. Red? Having already gone behind the metal instrument, Rei whirled about to look at the ribbon in question. As far as he knew, most bells didn’t have those. Not to mention the shape of the ribbon looked familiar… as did the designs on the bell, come to think of it. Altogether, it was recognizable enough that charge was already building up in his red cheeks.

“BRRROOOONNN…” As the Bronzong’s eyes opened, Rei couldn’t help but pat himself on the back for recognizing Arezu. Especially as he hadn’t seen her much since her changes started…something about trouble moving or looking creepy. Anyways. Fire off that Thundershock and regroup with the others for the big fight!

Hang on. Where WERE the others?

…Uh-oh.

—

When they heard the bell toll, Akari and Captain Cyllene both went to attention. “Think that’s her?”

“Yeah, probably is…and Rei is probably over there too.”

Cyllene had to dodge as the Dewott whirled around with a shocked “Wait, WHAT?!?”, eyes rushing back and forth. “I…where’d he go? And why didn’t you say anything earlier?”

“My job is to observe how you perform, not help keep track when someone takes the wrong path.” She coughed, ignoring the Water-type’s glare. “That, and I may have only noticed after we took a turn or two. But that's not important."

Akari’s face shifted to an “O” of understanding before she nodded. “Well, alright. Think we can retrace our steps to where we split up?”

“Not exactly, but it’s worth a try. Lead on.” The Abra gave a small chuckle at the shock on her charge’s face, even as it morphed into joy. “R-right! Let’s see. We entered this room from here…”

—-

Rei dove to the side, panting as he avoided a painful-looking swing from the bell-like Warden. That last shot of electricity didn’t do much (shouldn't Steel be weak to Electric the same way Water is?), and with the Steel-/Psychic-type's heft, he did NOT want to get close enough to use his Quick Attack+Nuzzle combo.

Roll to the side, dive underneath, let the cheeks build up charge. Panic and fire your attack early when you see Arezu starts to glow. End up on the receiving end of a Payback and fly clear through several rooms before slamming into a wall with a cry of pain. Yeah, that hadn't been a good battle plan. At least he knew exactly where it went wrong.

Grunting and standing, Rei pulled a spare Oran from his pack and ate it, watching the Brozong come closer. And then his assumption she was melee-only was proven false when an Extrasensory shot towards him, knocking him straight up into the air. And by the time he could even start his descent, a psychic grip took hold and slammed him into the floor.

His pained “Ka!” filled pointed ears - that impact REALLY hurt. It felt less like being thrown into a wall and more like a giant metal and wood thing slammed into his back! He could still stand, grunting as energy filled his cheeks once more. The Bronzong stopped, almost staring at him. Was she feeling sorry all of a sudden? Well…after all that, he had some tension to let off. And what do you know, here was someone that had to get KO’d anyways. “Chhhhhhuuuuu…”

—

It had taken them longer than they wanted, but the others had found the battle. Not because of following Rei’s tracks, given his recent flight, but by hearing the crackling of electricity from a couple rooms over. And, of course, his voice.

“This way!” Akari waved the Abra on, rushing towards the fight - and screeching to a stop in the door.

“Akari? What happen-” Cyllene’s words were also cut off as she stopped at the door, eyes riveted on the scene before her. On one side of the room, a ribbon-wearing Bronzong stared in shock at the other side. On said other side? A Pikachu bathed in white light.

The Dewott was faintly impressed - that was the remains of a Treasure Box there, and those usually needed help to get open - but her attention was mainly on her partner. Sparks flew from his cheeks as he grew taller, his tail elongating as fur changed color under the light. His constant “chuuuu…” filled the air alongside a heavy feeling of static, sending Akari’s fur on end as the light faded.

“RAI!”

—--

Rei’s eyes snapped open as the bolt lanced from him to the dual-type ‘mon. Impact sent it convulsing, spinning, and inverting in the air. Whoo, that took a lot out of him… Good idea to just take a seat for now. Especially as Captain Cyllene and Akari were right there, rushing towards him! Heh, he was happy to see them... But he still had to ask: “Where were you?!?”

Akari gazed at him (and pffft she was so fluffy!), off-handedly mentioning that she was “Not sure, we got split up a ways back. But…” They seemed more focused on him than the Bronzong. “Erm. You guys know that Arezu’s over there, right?”

“O-oh! Right, I’ll go confirm she’s out…erm… Captain, do you have anything at Jubilife for parties?” Rei blinked as the pair went to check on the Warden. They never did a party for any of the other Wardens, or even the Nobles! Why would they do one now?

…tail, you can stop touching his face now, thank you.

Wait. Tail. Touching face?! A Pikachu's tail isn’t that flexible!

Adjusting some to see said tail, the Electric-type’s jaw dropped. That was his tail, he could feel it - but it was long and flexible. Paws went up to feel his ears, and indeed they had spread some - no longer pointed. Looking down at said paws revealed a more brownish tint to his fur - and a small gleam under the shrapnel of whatever he’d landed on.

Gently moving aside the debris to look, he gasped. That was a Thunder Stone…a spent Thunder Stone.

This all led to one conclusion. A conclusion he never expected to reach today…or ever. It was such a shock, his next two words were drowned out by the clamor in his brain.

“I…evolved?”

#pokemon #pokemon mystery dungeon #pokemon legends arceus #pla #pmd #pokerus au #boss fight #warden arezu #Why did I have Rei evolve? 2 reasons #1) he had evolved before he'd fully changed in the Pokerus AU #2) He's been getting more and more used to battling as a Pokemon. I figured a solo boss fight with an evolution would be a good capstone.#TBH I did decide on this as I wrote the chapter #And had Rei bump into the sleeping Brozong by mistake #But I'm glad I did it like this.#Hope you all like it too #chapter 13 #Pokemon Legends Arceus: Mysterious Destiny

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one-boring-person · 3 years

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Hii, I'm unsure as to who do you take requests for :( I'll just hope that you write for the yautja!

Could you maybe write a yautja's reaction to his furure mate seeing his face for the first time and they are like "😳" and all of the sudden they are even more shy around him since their crush on him only got stronger?

Thank you for reading and sorry if I requested a character you don't write for, haha. Please, feel free to ignore my request if that's the case! Have a lovely day! 💙

All of the characters I write for are listed on my character list, which can be found via my masterlist, but I'm glad you requested this, because it's given me the chance to try writing something new. This is my first time writing for a yautja, so I'm sorry if it sucks😅💛

Are You ill?

Yautja x reader

Warnings: some minor bad language

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They're tapping under his mask again, the rhythmic clinking of their blunt nails on the dented metal drawing the yautja's attention to the human in his arms. He looks down at them, finding their wide eyes fixed on him, clearly curious, as they always have been, their lips drawn into what he's come to recognise as fascination - he's still a little unsure of which emotions are displayed by which expression, but he has a pretty good idea. Their hand rests by the chin of the face mask, fingers running over the covering, their other hand splayed on his chest to keep them balanced. He's not wearing his chest and shoulder armour, or the majority of his arm greaves, and his legs are bare of their metal shielding to make him more comfortable, but his face is still covered, and that means (Y/n) is likely to fidget with it.

Inside his mask, the yautja clicks questioningly, his mandibles and mouth starting to form awkwardly around unfamiliar words.

"What are you doing?" His voice always sounds unnaturally coarse to him as he speaks the human language, whichever dialect it is, the lexis unnatural to him as he forces his way through the question.

They look startled, but only momentarily, their eyes flicking up to the eyes of his mask, a smile playing at their face. He knows that expression - content.

"Oh, nothing. Just...Curious, is all." (Y/n) sounds so much sweeter when speaking their natural language, their voice running through the sentences smoothly and wonderfully.

"Curious?" He coughs up the word, stilling his hands on their back, lightly caressing his fingertips over their hips instead, careful to mind his shape claws; he can still feel the scar where he once caught them on their side.

"Yeah." The affirm, nodding.

"Why?"

They don't even have to think through what they're saying.

"I'm curious as to what you look like without your mask on." They inform him, shifting to lean up on their elbows, putting their weight on his chest, not that there is much weight. He could hold them up with two fingers, easily.

At their words, however, he has to take a moment to process them, roughly translating them in his head. As he figures it out, his body stiffen slightly, mandibles clicking together in consideration.

"You will not like what you see." Is all he says, turning his head away - he's not displeased with how he looks, but he is aware that humans are more particular when picking mates than yautja are, and his looks are not the norm for them.

"How do you know?" (Y/n) shakes their head, "And anyway, appearance shouldn't change anything in a relationship. It's not the most important factor."

Their response is encouraging to him, once he's deciphered the foreign words, but he's still hesitant. Inadvertently, he makes a sharper clicking sound, one of contemplation this time, but they just smile and lightly rub at one of his dreadlocks, sending small sparks of pleasure through him. Purring lowly, the yautja relaxes, enjoying their touch, feeling more at ease now.

"If you wish to see my face, I will show you." He eventually says, sitting up with the human still cradled against his chest, settling them in his lap as he lifts a hand to unfasten the gas tubes. Hissing sounds ensue as he plucks the tubing from its relevant inserts, his nerves sparking up slightly as he notices (Y/n) watching intently. Internally, he scolds himself for being weak: a hunter like him should not be so afraid to show his face to another.

Slowly, deliberately, the yautja reaches up and hooks his fingers under the lip of his mask, taking a firm hold of it as he pulls it upwards, clearing it of his dreadlocks and jaw. As his face is exposed to the light of the room, he has to let his eyes adjust slightly, unused to seeing in this light without his helmet. He drops the mask to the floor beside them, returning his gaze back to the human sat on his thighs, mandibles clacking together nervously.

(Y/n) is silent. Their eyes are fixed on him, roaming his every feature, his every scar, lingering on the powerful tusks jutting out from his jaw, their mouth falling open in surprise. Purring to help calm them, the yautja tilts his head to the side, keeping still as he waits for them to respond, his breath catching as he runs through every possible scenario in his head. They don't seem to be reacting badly, but they've stayed quiet for a good minute now, and that worries him.

"Holy mother of god…" They finally say, voice quiet as they lean back to look at him properly, eyes wide. A blush is quickly rising to their cheeks, but the yautja doesn't say anything - The red flush on human faces has never quite made sense to him.

"You are afraid?" He clicks, misreading their tells as he reaches for his mask again.

Hastily, they shake their head, mouth opening and closing as they struggle for words.

"No! No, I'm not. Quite the opposite." They laugh shyly, turning their head away as they shift in his lap.

Purring again, he lifts a hand and takes their chin in his grip, gently, like he's seen humans do before, tilting their head towards him, scrutinizing their expression. Their skin is warm to the touch, and their face is bright red, signs that draw a worried click from him.

"Are you ill?" He asks them, pressing his palm to their cheeks, trying to gain a more accurate reading on their skin temperature.

Surprisingly, they only chuckle, carefully pushing his hand away as they lift their own, hesitantly placing a finger on one of his upper mandibles. Gently, they run the digit along the curve of his face, tracing over the strong muscle in his jaw, marvelling at the power there. He has to fight the urge to nip at their finger as it draws close to his inner mouth, unable to help it as his tongue slips out in its stead, teasing at the appendage playfully. They giggle, cupping his face in their hands as best they can, leaning in to press a soft kiss to his lower mandibles. Ecstatic, he purrs loudly, wrapping his arms around them so he can pull them flush against his massive body, his head ducking down to nuzzle at their hair, glad that they seem comfortable with him. His dreadlocks create a shield around them, and he feels a sense of relief and joy go through him as they return the embrace, small hands coming round to bury themselves in his black locks.

"You are not afraid?" He hums into their hair, still feeling some tension in the air, though there is also a new scent, one he recognises from other humans.

"N-no…" They admit, keeping their head down as they allow some nerves to creep into their voice.

Confused, the yautja breathes in the scent deeply, trying to remember what it is. After a moment, he figures it out, leaning back to look into their face. Naturally, they bite their lip and look away, face blushing a furious red now.

"You are attracted to my face?" He questions in surprise, mandibles clicking together.

It takes a moment for them to reply, their head nodding very slightly.

"Yes…" They confess, covering their face with their hands.

Elated, the yautja doesn't say anything, just pulling them in to nuzzle affectionately at their cheeks, remembering that humans often do similar things to show fondness.

(Y/n) giggles, hiding their face in his chest.

"Humans are strange." He remarks in amusement, cradling them back against his chest, running his hands over their back comfortingly.

"Yeah, we are."

#yautja #yautja x reader #predator #yautja imagine #predator imagine #alien

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waitimcomingtoo · 4 years

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Red

Pairing: Arvin Russel x Reader

Warnings: fighting, swearing, southern dialect (not really a warning lol)

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“Hey Arvin.” Leonora smiled as she climbed into her brothers car. “Sorry it took so long. I got my dress caught on a locker.”

“I don’t mind waiting, long as those hillbilly boys ain’t bothering you.” Arvin stated in his low southern drawl.

“They left me alone today thanks to Y/n.” Leonora sighed in content as she situated her bible on her lap.

“Y/n?” Arvin furrowed his eyebrows. “Who’s that?”

As if on cue, you opened the back door of Arvin’s car and got into the backseat.

“Hi.” You waved at the two of them with a cheerful smile. “Sorry I’m late.”

Arvin looked at you in the rear view mirror and cleared his throat, nervously taking off his baseball cap and smoothing his hair down before looking away. You had your hair in banana curls that came to your shoulders, the front pinned back to give a better view of your face. Your cherry red lips matched your skirt, which was a nice contrast to your bright white blouse. Arvin was taken aback by the girl in his backseat, feeling like you were much too pretty to be in his beat up old car. For the first time in his life, he cared about his appearance, fumbling nervously with the brim of his hat.

“There she is.” Leonora looked back at you. “This is my friend Y/n. She’s gonna come with me to visit momma today.”

“Nice to meet you. Awful nice of you to drive us. I don’t know anybody with a car.” You spoke with excitement, as if being in Arvin’s old car was a fancy excursion. He held eye contact with you in the mirror, nodded at you to acknowledge your greeting.

“Nice to meet you too. Name’s Arvin.” He tilted his hat to you. “You have somebody buried up there too?”

“Kinda. My dog is buried under the big oak tree in the back.” You explained. “It’s her birthday today.”

“We’re gonna say a prayer for Bessie and momma. We won’t be too long.” Leonora told him as he started the car.

“Bessie?” He wondered, looking to her for answers. The name ignited nostalgia in him for a song he had never told anyone about.

“That was my dogs name.” You said, a light flush appearing on his cheeks as you spoke directly to him.

“Nice name.” He commented, thinking of his dog Jack. “What breed?”

“Jack russel.” You answered, as if you read him mind.

“She likes Russel’s.” Leonora commented, causing you to jokingly slap her on the shoulder. Arvin’s jaw tightened as he looked at you in the mirror again, curious to know what his sister meant by that.

“Shut up. Least I’m not crushing on a preacher.” You playfully teased her.

“Just teasing.” She laughed as you pulled up to the church. “You can park here, Arvin. We don’t mind the walk.”

“Thanks for driving us, Arvin.” You smiled brightly at him. He finally turned to look at you, face softening when his eyes met yours.

“No trouble missus.” He nodded curtly at you, fighting the urge to break his permanent frown with a smile.

“See you later.” You waved goodbye to him as you left the car, linking your arm through Lenora’s once you were out. Despite your back being to him, he waved back, blowing out a nervous breath as he watched you leave. He wasn’t one to have his head turned by pretty girls, his grandmother worried if he even cared for girls at all, but something about you left a pink tint in his cheeks. He looked at his backseat where you had been, smiling a little at the thought of you. The smell of you flowery perfume lingered in his car, replacing his usual smell of cigarette smoke. It was a nice and welcomed change, one he wouldn’t mind getting used to.

Before long, Arvin heard a knock on his window. He looked up and saw you holding your book bag over your head with an apologetic look of your face. He quickly rolled the window down, blinking a few times in surprise.

“Hi. Leonora wudden done yet and it’s starting to rain. You mind if I wait in here?” You asked like it was a tall order, but he was more than happy to fulfill it. He hadn’t even realized it had begun to drizzle, too wrapped up in that thought of you to notice his surroundings.

“Go ‘head.” He nodded as he unlocked the door. “You don’t have to sit in the back if you don’t want . Front is just fine.”

“Thank you.” You smiled at him as you sat in the passenger seat, shaking the raindrops out of your hair once inside. You tossed your bag over the seat and let it sit in the back before rubbing your arms from the chill of the rain. Arvin wordlessly took of his jacket and laid it over your shoulders when he saw the goosebumps on your arms. You smiled gratefully at him and held the jacket tighter around you, taking in the smell of it.

“Thank you. Rain came out of nowhere.” You laughed breathlessly as you looked at him. Too shy to speak, he gave you a nod in response and looked out the window.

“You don’t talk much, do you?” You asked suddenly, making him look at you again. You had a coy smile on your face, a smile he was growing awfully fond of.

“Don’t got much to say.” He shrugged, just happy you were taking an interest in him.

“Shame.” You chuckled shyly as you looked down at your red fingernails. “I would’ve liked to hear whatever you had to say.”

Arvin’s jaw dropped a little at your statement, immediately coughing to cover up his shocked expression. It was the first time he had ever been flirted with and it showed. He rubbed his hand on his shirt to smooth it as he shook his head, unsuccessful in hiding how flustered you made him.

“You mind if I smoke in here?” He changed the subject before he could embarrass himself further.

“Go ahead. I like the smell.” You shrugged as he pulled out his lighter.

“You do?” He looked at you curiously with his cigarette between his teeth. Most people he knew hated the smell, but you were continuously proving you weren’t like most people he knew.

“Yeah.” You nodded. “Reminds me of my daddy.”

“Me too.” He chuckled softly, finding himself on common ground with you once again. “You smoke?”

He held out his box to you to offer you a cigarette, making you bite your lip as you contemplated it.

“I never tried it before.” You spoke shyly, as if it was something to be embarrassed about.

“Here. I’ll give you a light.” Arvin smirked as he took a cigarette out of the box. You opened your mouth and held eye contact with you as he placed it between your lips, red lipstick staining the base. He lit his own cigarette before leaning forward and lighting yours with his own.

“It’s gonna burn at first, you might start coughing.” He warned you as you took a short puff.

“Whew.” You took it out of your mouth and coughed. “That’s something different.”

“You don’t have to finish it if you don’t like it.” He assured you as he took a long drag of his.

“Never said I didn’t like it.” You winked at him before taking another drag. Arvin looked away as he smiled, rubbing his tired eyes with his free hand.

“My grandmomma hates it when I smoke in here.” He began to open up to you. “Said it makes the seats smell like a factory.”

“Then I won’t tell her.” You drawled. “Secrets safe with me.”

Arvin found the confidence to move his arm to rest on the back of seat, almost close enough to be around you. You took the hint and scooted closer to him, excitement evident in your eyes. He smirked a little before he took his cigarette out of his mouth and blew the smoke in your face. You leaned into his cloud of smoke, holding his gaze as you inhaled. He leaned forward as well, planning to meet you in the middle until you heard the backdoor open.

“Hey guys.” Leonora bumbled as he got in the backseat. “Rain came out of nowhere, didn’t it?”

You and Arvin shared a disappointed look before your turned in your seat to look at Leonora.

“Hi, hun.” You greeted her kindly. “You all set?”

“Yeah. Thanks for coming with me.” She put her hand on your arm and squeezed it in appreciation.

“Anytime.” You told her, sneaking a glance at Arvin as he put his key in the ignition.

He kept quiet on the ride to your house after asking for your address, so you busted yourself by keeping light conversation with Leonora. You didn’t live too far from the church and found yourself in your drive way sooner than you’d like. You unbuckled your seat belt and collected your books, looking at Arvin wistfully before getting out.

“Thank you for driving me home, Arvin.” You thanked him. “You didn’t have to do that.”

“A lady should never walk alone. Specially not in the rain.” He nodded curtly. “Here, I’ll walk you to the door.”

“Are you sure it’s no trouble?” You gazed at him innocently through your lashes. You wanted him to walk you to the door, you just didn’t want him to know that.

“No trouble at all, doll.” He assured you as he got out. You said goodbye to Leonora before Arvin opened your door and helped you out.

“If your grandmomma don’t like the smell, maybe we could smoke outside sometime.” You suggested as you took slow steps to your front door, coming up with any way you could think of to see him again.

“I got the feeling you didn’t like it all the much.” He chuckled as he fidgeted with his cap.

“I could learn to.” You said, almost sadly as you looked at him. You stopped once you got to your front door, silently sliding his jacket off your shoulders and giving it back to him.

“How about we do something else? Something you like to do.” He suggested as he accepted the jacket. Your lips curved into a smile when he showed the same interest in you as you had in him.

“I’m pretty boring, Arvin.” You shrugged shyly as you dug your toe in the dirt. “Alls I do is go to church and do schoolwork.”

“You ain’t bored me yet.” He smirked as he shoved his hands in his pockets. You bit your tongue between your teeth and giggled, timidly tucking your hair behind your ear.

“I’ll see you tomorrow, Arvin.” You held your hand out to him for him to shake. He took your hand and kissed your knuckles, never breaking eye contact.

“See you. You have a nice night now.”

You watched him the whole way back to his car, pressing a cold hand to your burning cheek to calm yourself down. Only once he and Leonora had pulled away did you go inside, leaning your back against the door and sighing once you did.

“How come I never seen you with her before?” Arvin asked his sister as he drove towards their house. He knew his sister didn’t have many friends, of any for the matter. And he definitely would’ve remembered seeing you before, considering the way you were stuck in his brain like an old song.

“We just met today. Chuck Greenwood was picking on me this morning but she stopped him. She told me she saw me at the graveyard every day and asked if she could tag alone to see her dog. She’s nice, isn’t she? My first friend.” Leonora smiled proudly as she brushed off her bible, never being one for making friends.

“She’s alright.” Arvin played down his feelings towards you. “How’d she stop Greenwood?”

“She asked him to take her to the drive in. I never seen a boy look so red.” Leonora bounced in excitement. “He forgot all about me and started following her around all day. Shame though, I heard him telling people he had his way with her behind the school busses.”

“That true?” Arvin clenched his jaw, feeling white hot jealousy corse through his veins.

“Course not. Shes not like that.” Leonora said, giving Arvin some peace of mind.

“Good.” He grumbled, turning the corner as his car rattled.

“She’s so pretty.” Leonora gushed. “She told me she could do my makeup for church this Sunday if I like. You think I should?”

“I don’t know. What does the Bible say about lipstick?” Arvin cracked one of his rare jokes.

“Nothing.” Leonora rolled her eyes. “She looks so pretty with it though. Reminds me of momma.”

“She did look pretty.” Arvin mumbled. “Nice color on her.”

“You like her, don’t you?” Leonora’s jaw dropped as her brother showed an emotion other than anger for the first time.

“You mind your own business now. Was just being nice.” Arvin stated as he looked at her in the mirror.

“You ain’t nice to nobody.” Leonora scoffed. “You like her.”

“Shut up.”

“Don’t worry. I won’t tell her nothing.” Leonora smiled in satisfaction.

“You better not. Now hush up before I make you walk home.” Arvin warned.

“Just saying.” Leonora added slyly. “I think she likes you too.”

Arvin looked at her in his mirror to see if she was serious, and she was. He grunted and adjusted his cap, hoping his sister wouldn’t see the smile on his face.

“Can you pass me the sugar?” You asked Leonora in her kitchen the following day.

“Here you go.” She handed you the bag. “Thank you for helping me and grandmomma. I don’t know what she was thinking trying to make all this food on her own.”

“I’m happy to help.” You shrugged as you measured the sugar in a cup. “I love cooking. Makes the whole house smell good.”

“Well I appreciate it anyhow.” Leonora smiled at you as she poked your side.

“Something smells good.” Arvin announced as he entered the kitchen, stopping in his tracks when he saw you. “Hi, Y/n.”

“Hi Arvin. We’re making a pie for tonight. You wanna help us?” You turned to face him while resting the bowl of ingredients on your hip. You had an apron loosely tied around your waist and a streak of flour going across one cheek, looking as beautiful as ever.

“Not much of a baker.” He shrugged with a soft smile. “‘Less you like eggshells in your crust.”

“Could you set the table, then? 5 places, Y/n is staying.” Leonora asked him over his shoulder, missing the hopeful look on his face when she mentioned you staying.

“Hope you don’t mind.” You smiled apologetically at him while stirring the bowl with a large wooden spoon.

“Don’t mind at all.” He nodded, moving towards you to get the plates out of the cupboard behind you. “Pardon me.”

“Sorry bout that.” You stepped out of his way, shoulders brushing as you moved.

“No apology needed.” He shook his head as he collected the plates. “See you at dinner.”

You waved to him with your free hand as he left the kitchen and headed towards the table.

“He likes you, you know.” Leonora instigated once her brother was out of earshot.

“Don’t be silly. That boy dudden like anything in this town.” You chuckled, flustered at her implication. “We’re all just something for him to scowl at.”

“He does too.” She insisted. “I seen the honey glow on his cheeks when I mention your name. He thinks you’re pretty.”

“He said that?” You gasped, making Leonora laugh in delight.

“Uh huh.” She poked your side again. “Told me himself on the car ride home. You should’ve seen him, all red and blushin’. I bet he’ll put his plate next to you tonight.”

“If he does, I don’t want you making eyes at me all night.” You teased as you playfully bumped her out of your way with your hip.

“I won’t.” She said innocently as she picked up the basket of bread. “I’ll gonna bring this to the table. Maybe I’ll see your boyfriend while I’m there.”

You hit her on the butt with a dish towel for her comment, her laugh echoing through the house as she went to the table. You began to hum the tune of the Little Bessie song you knew from childhood as you poured the pie filling into the crust.

“My momma used to sing that song.” Arvin’s voice came from behind you, making you jump a little. “It was one of the last things I ever heard from her.”

He joined you at the counter and gave you a half smile, wordlessly holding the pie tin steady as you poured.

“I was awful sorry to hear about what happened to your family. Leonora told me, hope that’s all right.” You spoke softly as you looked at him with sympathetic eyes.

“S’all right.” He shrugged, signaling that he didn’t want to get into it. “She’s told me a thing or two bout you as well.”

“Like what?” You wondered as you took out the uncooked strips of pie crust.

“Like you telling Chuck Greenwood you’d let him take you to the drive in.” Arvin stated, a mixture of disappointment and anger hardening the boyish features of his face.

“She told you that?” You asked in disbelief as you laid the strips in a delicate pattern.

“Yes ma’am. She also told me he started a rumor that the two of you meet up behind the school busses everyday, doing God knows what, after school. That true?” He asked roughly. Leonora has already told him it was false, but he needed to hear it from you.

“No.” You laughed like it was absurd, popping the bubble of jealously that had formed in Arvin’s stomach since he first heard it. “He can say what he wants. Everyone knows he’s full of it.“

“Well if that’s how you feel, why are you going on a date with him?” Arvin gripped the counter and hunched over as he stared at you. You cracked a smile, seeing what Leonora meant by all the times she called him overprotective.

“Oh, Arvin.” You giggled, finishing the pie crust. “I’m not going.”

“But you said yes.” He stood you straight, his face twisted in confusion.

“I know. I said yes so when I don’t show up, it’ll hurt him like he hurt Leonora. Maybe then he’ll realize it’s not nice to mess with people.” You explained as you put the pie in the oven. Arvin was taken aback by your reasoning, standing there dumbstruck as you set a timer. He always thought it was his job and his job only to protect his sister, only to find out there was somebody else looking out for her too. The boundaries of his protection ended where the schoolyard started, and that had always been something that troubled him. Now that he knew he could count on you to keep an eye on her, he felt a weight taken off his shoulders.

“You let that candy ass talk about you like that to protect my sister?” He asked lowly as he took a step towards you. He brought his calloused thumb to your cheek and and wiped the flour from your face. Your breath hitched in your throat as you gazed into his dark and tired eyes.

“She’s my friend.” You stammered. “She’d do it for me.”

Arvin’s lips tweaked into a smile, approving of your answer. He dragged his thumb down your face, pulling your bottom lip down for a moment before it bounced back.

“If that Chuck Greenwood bothers you again, you tell me. All right, doll?” He murmured.

“Why? What are you gonna do about it?” You tilted your head and gave him a sultry smile.

“Kill him.” Arvin said simply, making your heart stop.

“I’m only kidding.” He followed up. “I’ll just set him straight, is all.”

“Thank you.” You said under your breath, too starstruck to speak at full volume.

“Speak up now, darling. Don’t mumble.” He commanded you. You cleared your throat and stood up straighter, hoping that would give the facade of confidence.

“I said thank you.” You repeated.

“No need to thank me. Any friend of my sisters is a friend of mine.” He tipped his hat to you and backed away, grabbing a dish towel to clean his hands.

“So you and I are friends now?” You asked, disappointment making a home in his heart now that he wasn’t in your personal space.

“Don’t have too many of em.” He shrugged. “One more cant hurt.”

He went to leave the kitchen so you quickly untied your apron and followed him.

“Since I’m not going to the drive in, I have nothing to do Friday night.” You began, sighing ostentatiously.

“Oh, yeah?” He smirked at you, taking the hint.

“Yeah.” You continued your charade of looking forlorn. “Leonora has bible study so I’ll be all alone.”

Arvin stopped in the hallway, taking your arm gently between his hand and turning to towards him.

“I could take you somewhere, if you’d like.” He offered as if he had just thought of it, but it had been weighing on his mind since your first encounter.

“I would like that very much.” You nodded, biting back a smile.

“Is it all right if I sit next to you tonight? Uncle Earskell chews pretty loud, it grosses me out.” He chuckled shyly as he scuffed his shoes on the floor.

“Sure.” You giggled, secretly thrilled that Leonora had been right. “I promise I don’t chew that loud.”

Arvin looked up and smiled softly at you, shrugging a little as he scratched his nose.

“I don’t supposed I’d mind all that much if you did.” He said quietly and you understood what he was implying.

“Speak up now, darling.” You repeated his own words. “Don’t mumble.”

Finally, you got a toothy smile out of the stolid boy. He grinned from ear to ear at you rendition of what he said before, feeling oddly proud that it had resonated with you. Before he could act on his feelings, Leonora appeared in the hallway.

“There you two are.” She sighed. “Pie is just about done. Y’all ready to eat?”

You and Arvin nodded repeatedly, both hoping she hadn’t seen anything before she interrupted it. You followed her to the dinning table, blushing when you felt Arvin’s hand on your back to guide you.

Friday night, right on time, Arvin pulled up to your house. He didn’t strike you as the kind to be punctual, in fact, he normally wasn’t. He just knew his reputation proceeded him and he didn’t want you thinking he didn’t care. He did care, very much in fact. He cared so much that when he saw you coming out of your house in high waisted shorts and a strapless top, he forgot how to breathe. You had a bandana tying your hair up, red like the color of your lipstick. To Arvin, you looked like a dream come true.

“Hello miss.” He greeted you as you climbed in his front seat. “Where to?”

“Anywhere you wanna take me.” You beamed as you buckled your seatbelt. He grinned wickedly as he started the car, feeling the wind whip through his hair as he pulled off.

He made small talk with you as he drove to a nearby lake, telling you about his new job laying down tar. Though you didn’t care much about the particular subject, you hung on to every word. You got the impression that he had a lot to say at all times, he just didn’t think anybody cared to listen. It wasn’t long before you pulled up to a still body of water, parking right before the shore.

“I like coming up here when the weathers nice.” Arvin told you as he kept his eyes straight ahead. “It’s quiet.”

“People who look for quiet places usually have pretty loud thoughts. What are you thinking bout?” You asked as you turned your body to face him and leaned your head on your hands. Arvin chuckled and fidgeted with his cap, looking anywhere but you.

“Only thing I’m thinking bout right now are those little shorts of yours.” He answered honestly, making you flush.

“You like em?” You smiled as you smoothed your hand over your shorts. “My momma made em. She works at the fabric shop in town.”

“She did a good job.” He finally looked at you. “Look real good on you.”

“What about you? Do you ever wear anything but white shirts and beat up old baseball caps?” You teased as you shook the brim of his cap.

“No ma’am.” He pursed his lips to fight off a smile. “Can’t say I do.”

“Good. Cause I ain’t seen anybody rock a jean jacket as good as you.” You told him. “Looks real good on you too.”

“Why, thank you.” He nodded his head before looking out his window so you wouldn’t see him turning red.

“You blushing?” You laughed, cupping his chin in your hands and making him look at you.

“I blush when pretty girls say I look good.” He defended himself as he playfully shooed your hands away.

“So Leonora was right.” You bit your tongue in amusement.

“About?”

“She said you thought I was pretty.” You sighed dramatically as you checked out your manicure. “Didn’t believe it until now.”

Arvin reached forward and took your chin between his rough fingers, holding it in place so he could get a long look at you. You sucked in a sharp breath as you held his gaze, entirely under his spell now.

“Now how could someone as beautiful as you not believe it?” He drawled, eyes darting between your eyes and your lips.

“I guess I don’t hear it all that much.” You whispered, not wanting to disrupt the moment.

“Let me ask you something, doll.” He began. “Anybody ever kissed you before?”

“No.” You shook your head as much as you could with his hand still attached.

He half smirked. “You ever want somebody to?”

“Not until now.” You breathed.

“Me too.” He gulped before leaning in the rest of the way. His hand was sprawled over your cheek, big enough to cover the entire side of your face as he kissed you hungrily. You accidentally knocked his hat off as you grabbed his face, trying to get as close to him as possible. He laughed as it tumbled onto the seat before reconnecting his lips to yours. He pulled you into his lap and pulled the banana out of your hair, immediately tangling his hands in your messy curls. He brought the banana around your neck and used it to pull you closer to him, if that was possible. You gripped the seat behind him, leaving crescent moon marks where your nails dug into the leather. He pulled away only to catch his breath, leaning his head back in bliss as he panted heavily.

“You gon’ be the death of me, darling.” He groaned as he blew out a breath towards the roof of his car. You took his face between his hands and tilted it down so he was looking at you, brushing your thumbs along his ever bruised cheekbones.

“Well then I hope you rest in peace.” You smirked before kissing him again.

The memory of your night in Arvin’s left a lingering grin on your face all weekend, still present on Monday during school. You walked with Leonora to her brothers car once the school day had ended, barely able to hear her over your loud thoughts of Arvin.

“Shoot.” You stopped in your tracks on the way out the school doors. “Forgot my math book.”

“You want me to wait?” Leonora asked kindly.

“No, it’s fine.” You waved your hand in dismissal. “I’ll be quick.”

“Alright then. See you in the car.” She waved goodbye, despite knowing she’ll be seeing you again in a few minutes. You waved back before heading to your locker and collecting your book. Since you were closer to the back of the school, you went out the back doors to walk around. Your heartbeat quickened as you clutched your books to your chest, knowing you’d be seeing Arvin in just a few moments. Your state of bliss was interrupted by someone putting their hand over your mouth from behind and yanking you backwards. All your books fell to the ground as you were harshly pushed up against the brick wall of the school building. Your attempt to scream was muffled by someone’s hand over your mouth, so you just shut your eyes in fear.

“There you are, you little whore. You missed our date on Friday.” Chuck Greenwood said through gritted teeth as he pinned you against the wall. Your eyes flew opened upon identifying your attacker and you impulsively bit down on his hand. He yelped in pain and let go of you, shaking his hand out to relieve the sting.

“Ow! You bitch.” He barked and shoved you again.

“Get off of me.” You shoved him back. “I’m no whore. I just didn’t want to slum it with a no good hilly billy like you. I had better things to do.”

This really set Chuck off as he grabbed your face and held you against the wall, restricted your breathing with his grip.

“Oh yeah? Like what? Know you wasn’t working. I drove by all the most popular street corners but I didn’t see you.” He growled as he got in your face. “Now I’m gonna get what I wanted, and you’re gonna keep quiet.”

His hands moved to your waist and you gasped in fear.

“I wouldn’t if I were you.” You blurted to distract him. “And for your information, I was out with an actual gentlemen.”

“Who?” He took the bait and tilted his head.

“If you’d like to meet him, he’s right behind you.” You smiled a little, gasping for air when he let go of your face.

“What?” As soon as Chuck turned around, his face connected with Arvin’s fist. You couldn’t help but cover your mouth and laugh at the fact he practically walked into the punch, knowing that had to hurt ten times as bad. Chuck hadn’t yet recovered from the first punch when Arvin swung again, knocking him in the nose this time. Chuck covered his bleeding nose with his hand and looked up in time to be kicked in the stomach by Arvin. He fell to the ground and Arvin knelt down beside him, gripping his face the way he had just been gripping yours to make him look at him.

“You think picking on girls is fun? Huh?” Arvin yelled when Chuck didn’t answer the first question. “You think making em fear you makes you less pathetic?”

“Get off of me.” Chuck cried as he tried to roll away. “You’re crazy.”

Arvin grabbed him by the shirt with both fists, lifting him a little off the ground.

“You listen to me.” He growled. “You’re gonna find everyone you told about you and Y/n and tell em you were lying. Tell em you made it up and you’re sorry. You hear me?”

“Yes.” Chuck whimpered. Arvin pulled him up by his shirt and pushed him forward, towards you.

“Now get your ass up and apologize.” Arvin demanded as Chuck stumbled towards you.

“What? I didn’t even get to do anything.” Chuck turned around to complain to Arvin. Arvin raised his eyebrows in amusement before grabbing Chuck by the back of his neck and getting in his face.

“I said apologize.” He bellowed. “You apologize for spreading lies about her, being aggressive with her, calling her a whore, and you damn best apologize for that comment right there. If you know what’s good for you, you won’t make me wait.”

He lifted Chucks head up and forced him to look at you, tightened his grip when he hesitated.

“Ow.” He whined and looked at you. “I’m sorry.”

“For?” Arvin yelled in his ear.

“I’m sorry for calling you a whore.” Chuck apologized.

“And?” Arvin continued.

“And for telling people we did stuff behind the school busses.” Chuck added, flinching ad Arvin leaned in again.

“What else?” He snarled right in his ear.

“And for grabbing you. Honest to God, I’m sorry.” He cried loudly. “I did it. Let me go.”

Arvin let go of his neck and aggressively turned him around to face him as he gripped his shoulders.

“If I ever see you around my sister or my girl again, I’ll kill you. You hear me?” Arvin shouted as he pointed a finger in Chucks face.

“Yes sir. I mean, yes.” Chuck stammered, eyes full of fear.

“Now get out of here.” Arvin shoved him and Chuck went running. Arvin watched him go, not satisfied until he was out of sight. His breathing returned to normal as a sudden flush came over his face, realizing he just lost his temper in front of you. He looked at you timidly, worried you’d be scared by what you had seen. To Arvin’s surprise, you had a dopey smile on your face as you approached him.

“Your girl, huh?” You giggled as you took his hand in yours, examining it for serious injuries. The handkerchief in your pocket made itself useful as you used it to clean his wounds.

“Sorry you had to see that.” He spoke softly as he searched your face for signs of regret. “He won’t be messing with you no more.”

“Don’t be sorry. Nobody ever got their knuckles bloody for me before.” You brought his hand to your lips, kissing his red knuckles as you looked in his eyes.

“I’ll get em as bloody as I have to to keep you safe.” He promised. “You’re my girl now. Nothings gonna hurt you again.”

“I like it when you call me your girl.” You smiled as you slowly intertwined your hands with his, careful of his cuts.

“Well good.” Arvin put his hand on the back of your head and pulled it towards him, giving you a kiss on the forehead. “Cause I like saying it.”

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